Story requested by jacob44444
PJOABDL
Life was thankfully quiet at Camp Half-Blood for once. The monsters had all been beaten back and so there hadn't been any attacks since Gaea blew up. The Romans had packed up left, returning home. There was some minor depression around the camp at that, the friends everyone had made leaving, no one knowing if they would ever see each other again because no one ever knew what would happen in the life of a demigod.
For all anyone knew, the Romans would be ambushed by an army of monsters lead by some Giant that wasn't destroyed, or some Titan that had returned, or some other threat, and they'd all be wiped out on the way home. Of course, everyone prayed for that to not be the case, but thoughts and opinions of the gods were at an all-time low right now.
Especially in the cases of Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Jason Grace, and Piper McLean.
How many times had their life and limbs been on the line? How much blood had they lost over the course of the past three months? How many cuts and scrapes had to be bandaged? How many nightmares had they woken up from?
And what was their thanks for everything they'd been through, everything they'd done? At the end of the Titan War, Kronos having been in the throne room itself, there had been awards and grand ceremony. At the end of the Giant War...there hadn't even been a memorial service, aside from the one conducted by the demigods.
So yeah.
Monster attacks were practically zero; Gaea had been defeated, the Giants back in Tartarus; the Romans had left; and life was steadily returning to normal.
Steadily.
For Percy and Annabeth, things were going a bit slower. Their time in Tartarus had left its scars. All mental and emotional, nothing physical thanks to Damasen and the fiery Phlegathon water, but the nature of the former scars were far worse than any blemish upon the skin. Not everything they saw and went through was recorded in canon. Some things too horrible to write in a story meant for middle and elementary school children.
The pain ran so deep that Percy and Annabeth were practically glued to each other's hip, rarely ever seen apart, and if they were, it was usually because one or the other was on the other side of the bathroom door or in the shower. Kind of ironic about the shower thing, considering Annabeth had basically taken up residence in Cabin Three with her boyfriend. They couldn't sleep apart; if they did, the nightmares would be that much worse without the other's presence. At least together, when one woke screaming, the other was immediately right there.
Though really, it Annabeth who woke from nightmares more than Percy, and there was one other thing about the nightmares that was really getting on Percy's nerves.
"I'm sorry," Annabeth squeaked for what was the tenth night in a row now.
"I know you're sorry," Percy sighed, "and I keep telling you there's nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault."
"Still...it's gross. I'm better than this!"
Percy bit back the nasty retort of Obviously not. Instead, with a blank expression he went through the same exercise that he'd done for the past ten nights. Using his powers, Percy pulled all of the pee that had soaked into his clothes, his bedding, and Annabeth's close. Annabeth made a noise when the pee that drenched the fabric of her panties and shorts was pulled away. Percy brought the yellowish liquid into a ball, and levitated it to the bathroom in his cabin. He set the orb of pee gently into the toilet water to prevent a splash, and flushed.
Annabeth just stood there, gripping her arm. It was always so humiliating watching her boyfriend make a floating ball out of her pee, cleaning up her mess like she was a naughty little child that didn't get up to go potty. Like Percy had said: it wasn't her fault that she was wetting the bed! The nightmares, those horrible, horrible nightmares...she just wasn't getting up and her bladder was just releasing on its own. Like Annabeth had said: it was gross and humiliating.
Her pride wouldn't allow her to let this string of nighttime accidents slide as something beyond her control.
Percy returned from the bathroom, looking tired. He really was tired of his girlfriend peeing on him-that was Jason's thing. He liked it when Piper peed on him. Apparently, being Piper's piss-slave was a form of stress relief for the son of Jupiter-and it was more of principle thing than anything else. Clean up was as easy every night as it was this one. Percy just commanded every molecule of urine out of the fabric and into a ball of floating pee, and he flushed his girlfriend's pee away for her. Didn't even require any serious effort.
But he was still getting tired of it.
He wrapped Annabeth in a tight hug. "It's okay. We're going to be okay."
He got back in bed, Annabeth getting back in bed with him. The covers came back up, and with a snap, the lamps went back out.
Come morning, it was discovered that Annabeth had wet a second time. It was just a little squirt of pee, enough to soak her panties but only get her shorts a little damp in the crotch. But it was still a second accident in the same night. That had never happened before.
"Alright," Percy said. "Here's what we're going to do: curfew's at nine, but we stay up till between ten and eleven. Dinner's at six, CTF ends at eight, we all get some refreshments, and that's it for you for the rest of the night. No more drinks after CTF is over. And, before we go to bed, you're on the toilet every 45 minutes to push out anything you've got, and then one more time right before we get in bed. Got it?"
Annabeth shifted. She successfully fought the urge to say Yes, sir, like she was talking to her father, but she couldn't stop the feeling of humiliation that came over her as she was relegated to what was basically a nighttime potty-training schedule, or more accurately, a bedwetter's schedule. No fluids and multiple bathroom breaks before bed to flush her system so there was nothing left to come out during the night for an accident. It was totally fair though. It was Percy's cabin and his bed; Annabeth was totally at fault for peeing on him, and Percy was well within his rights to do something about it.
Annabeth nodded, trying not to be demure or depressed. "Got it."
"Hey, chin up. It's just until we get this figured out, okay?"
Annabeth hoped they figured it out fast. She hated her boyfriend treating her like some accident prone five-year-old.
Today, tomorrow, and the next day, they followed this schedule with Percy having a limited amount of participation. There was camp dinner, the big camp activity for the night, whether that actually was CTF or some other game, and then some drinks to replenish the sweat. Then that was it for Annabeth. Percy didn't hover over her, monitoring her fluid intake. When they retired to the cabin for the night, Percy also wasn't standing over Annabeth as she sat on the toilet and peed and pooped.
So, when it happened that tonight, the next night, and the night after that, Percy woke up to find that Annabeth had wet his bed, he did start to hover over his girlfriend like a dad monitoring his bedwetting little girl. Percy watched Annabeth as she drank at dinner, and told her when that was enough. After the big evening thing, he watched how much she drank, and told her when that was enough. In the cabin, he was standing there over her as she did her business on the toilet, and never once turned his back or even wrinkled his nose at the natural stench of her waste. Percy didn't even so much as blink when Annabeth folded the toilet paper, leaned over a little bit, and wiped herself.
His eyes were glued to her every movement, monitoring everything she did, all in the name of preventing her from peeing on him in the night.
It made Annabeth feel horrible, awful, inept, incompetent, stupid, and so, so childish. She felt so childish that she kept reliving her younger days, when the spiders would come and attack her and she'd wet and soil her underwear in terror, soaking her pajamas and her bed, but because the webs and bites always vanished by morning, leaving no proof of her claims, she just looked like a petulant and nasty little brat to her father and stepmother. She looked so desperate for attention that she resorted to peeing and pooping her pants, and the attention she received was a plastic sheet over the mattress and a disposable baby diaper big and stretchy enough to comfortably fit her six-year-old hips.
It was humiliating then, and even more so now, now that she was eighteen, two-time savior of the world, Grand Architect of Olympus, a whole bunch of other titles and accomplishments to her name, and on top of it all, girlfriend to Percy Jackson, the most powerful demigod alive.
Of course, Percy standing over Annabeth like she was a potty-training toddler, making sure she was doing all the proper toileting procedures correctly, Percy saw for himself what part of the problem was.
"In three hours you couldn't make yourself pee a little bit?" he asked, totally floored.
Annabeth shifted. "I tried," she defended, feeling totally humiliated and stripped of all dignity as she was made into a little girl again before her upset father, upset because she had yet another accident. "I just couldn't get anything to come out."
This was the third night of Percy's helicopter tactic, meaning that for the past five nights there had been more accidents. Percy's stare was unreadable as he looked at Annabeth after her confession that she really was trying to pee and empty herself, but it was like her bladder was constipated.
"Okay," Percy finally said. "I think I have the solution."
He turned around and reached under the bed. He pulled something out and turned around, displaying the item. Annabeth felt all the color drain from her face.
It was a brightly colored package, the colors being pastel in shade, and there were big, blocky, cartoon Greek letters on it to bypass demigod dyslexia. As such, Annabeth was able to read the name on the package without difficulty.
"Diapers?" she breathed, taking a step back.
"Yep, diapers," Percy said. "Specifically, Demigod Diapers, 'able to withstand even a minotaur's mess, with up to twelve hours of maximum bladder and bowel protection, able to totally block all odors, and boasting two heroic patterns.'"
"P-Percy-I-I don't think these are necessary. I-"
"I disagree. You keep having nighttime accidents, even after we've put you on a schedule. So, there must be something medically wrong with your body. We'll go see Will tomorrow. Tonight, however, you'll wear one of these. That way you won't wet yourself, wet my bed, and pee on me."
"...but why a diaper?" Annabeth demanded. "And why those diapers? You couldn't have found a real adult diaper, like Depends or something? Why not a pull-up? Something just a little bit more mature..."
Percy shrugged. "I told Chiron what was happening, and he recommended these."
Annabeth gasped. "You told Chiron!?"
"Duh. I thought that if anyone knew what was going on, and would have a solution, and would keep quiet about it, it would be him. I could've gone to the Apollo cabin first, or to go see Clovis-pretty sure everyone in the Hypnos cabin is a bedwetter, actually, with how deep they sleep-or I could've even gone to Lou Ellen. All the spells and potions that exist, she probably could've found something for bedwetting. But no. I went to Chiron, our trusted friend and mentor and probably the biggest father-figure we have in our lives if we want to be brutally honest."
I could've blabbed this to the whole camp, but I thought ahead and was discreet about it, was essentially what Percy was saying. So be grateful.
"Fine," Annabeth conceded, not that she had much choice in the matter. "But I'm putting it on myself-in the bathroom, with the door locked."
Percy shrugged. The diapers were so thick that no pajamas would ever hide them anyway. He tore open the package and pulled out one of the diapers. They were so tightly packed that the two on either side came halfway out themselves. Percy held out the diaper and Annabeth snagged it him from him. She marched to the bathroom, shut the door, locked it, and then emerged about a minute later, her pajama bottoms in her hand, leaving her new diaper on full display.
The diapers were white with clear tapes, cloth-backed and therefore quiet, and across the front of the diapers, the landing zone, was where all the excitement was. The background was sky blue, a big, golden capital omega in the middle, and all around were baby blocks with the lowercase Greek alphabet emblazoned on the sides. The other pattern was exactly the same, except the Greek baby blocks were replaced with cartoony versions of the gods' symbols of power, so lightning bolts, tridents, lotus staffs, anvils, bows and arrows, etc. They were thick and bulky, but they had to be in order to provide the kind of protection they boasted.
"My shorts wouldn't fit over it," Annabeth said with a blush, explaining why she wasn't wearing her bottoms.
Percy nodded. "I think you look cute."
"Thanks," was the stiff response.
"Awe, don't be grumpy. You don't like peeing on me, I don't like you peeing on me; with this, we don't have to worry about you peeing on anyone or anything!"
"I feel like a baby!" Annabeth whined.
"You are a baby," Percy said simply. "My baby. My beautiful, wonderful, super smart baby."
"Whatever," Annabeth mumbled with her cheeks puffed in a pout.
"Come on. Bedtime."
Annabeth joined Percy under the covers, snuggling up next to him. His hand found its way to her padded crotch, and he started rubbing her, leading Annabeth to start squeaking and moaning softly. Percy continued rubbing-rubbing, rubbing, rubbing-Annabeth bucking, twitching, and softly kicking, until he eventually rubbed her to climax in her diaper.
"J-Jerk," Annabeth gasped for breath.
"You enjoyed it," grinned Percy.
"Jerk," Annabeth growled.
"Night, night, Wise Girl."
"...night, night, Seaweed Brain."
PJOABDL
Later in the night, Annabeth's eyes opened. She and Percy slept on their sides, facing each other in a tangle of limbs, and so the blonde got the perfect view of her boyfriend's face. His mouth was open and he was drooling on his pillow. Annabeth smiled a little bit devilishly to herself.
Her expression became one of focus as she shut her eyes. So many times of doing this already, and it still wasn't any easier. She had too many years of potty training under her belt. However, just like all previous times, Annabeth succeeded. She got her bladder to release, and out came the flood.
She gasped as quietly as she could as the strange and pleasant feeling of her diaper swelling with warm pee. Relief coursed through her body, her sphincter finally relaxed after holding it for so many hours already. Despite lying on her side, the diaper did its job wonderfully, absorbing the tidal wave of pee that had Annabeth struggling to hold it in hours ago when she was sitting on the toilet. After what felt like forever, the stream tapered off, leaving Annabeth's diaper thoroughly soaked.
It had held, and more than that, it did keep in the sour odor of her tinkle.
Piper had been right: peeing in a diaper was awesome!
"Knew it."
Annabeth shrieked and flew backwards out of the bed, her heart pounding. She stared at her laughing boyfriend, her eyes and mouth wide open.
"I knew you were peeing on purpose!" Percy snickered.
"Wha-wha-huh-uh, er, erm..." Annabeth couldn't form a coherent word, much less a sentence.
"Yeah, the other day, I was trying to find you, and I did, when you and Piper were talking about how much Jason liked being Piper's pee slave. She said she'd stand on top of him on the bed and pee on him, and how he'd get on his knee and drink Piper's pee right from the source, and how Piper would pee in a diaper and then put it on Jason and make him wear her wet diaper all day. Then you got to the part where you wanted me to put you in diapers, but were afraid to ask, and so you two idiots came up with the idea of peeing on me in our bed until I diapered you."
Annabeth just sat there, gobsmacked and ashamed.
"Wise Girl?"
She looked up at Percy. He slid off the bed and down on his knees before her. He gently grabbed her head and brought it forward to kiss her crown.
"If you wanted me to put a diaper on you, you should've just asked."
"It's weird. I'm too smart and powerful for diapers."
"Not really, since you wet this one to capacity."
"That was on purpose."
"Wrong. You just had a major wetting accident and your diaper saved my bed again. I think we need to get you changed into a dry diaper, and maybe pull-ups during the day, just in case."
Annabeth's heart beat got a little faster, a smile tugging at her lips. "R-Really?"
"Really, really. Come on, Wise Girl. Let's change that diaper and go back to sleep. It's not even 2:30 yet."
And so Percy changed Annabeth's diaper, fingering her to another climax during the process, and after she was freshly diapered, Annabeth got on her knees, fished out Percy's cock, and sucked him till he blew his load. She swirled and swished the milky white goo in her mouth, showing it off with an ahhhhh, and then swallowed it all in one gulp.
Cum morning, Percy changed Annabeth out of her dry diaper and had her step into a pull-up. A Goodnite, to be precise, since those were big and small enough to be a comfy fit for Annabeth. It was the start of their diaper fetish together, Annabeth wearing pull-ups during the day, wetting herself, Percy changing her, and then diapers at night, wetting yet again, being masturbated, and then changed in the morning at the price of a blowjob.
Eventually, it got to the point where Annabeth became an actual bedwetter, where she wet her diapers at night without ever waking up to do so, and she started to need diapers during the day, so much free wetting without holding it taking its toll on her bladder muscles, effectively atrophying them to where she could barely hold even the smallest amount of volume.
It certainly made the "Great Imperial War," as the conflict between the camps and the emperors was called, interesting, with Annabeth wetting her diapers, but college at New Rome was less so thanks to the privacy of dorm rooms.
Annabeth only ever wet herself, never messed. She had her boundaries, as did Percy. Poop went in the toilet, and that was the end of it.
Of course, all good things come to an end. With their classes at New Rome complete, their demigod scents settled to where they could live in the mortal world without fear of constant monster attacks, Percy and Annabeth had to move on from their fetish.
Mainly because Annabeth was pregnant and the two agreed that there only needed to be one person in diapers.
PJOABDL
Hope you liked it!
Requested by jacob44444, a story about Annabeth purposefully wetting her bed after the Giant War, and Percy puts her in diapers for it, with a little creative freedom and a very happy ending.
The next thing to come out will be the request of S1A5, featuring Ares putting Aphrodite in diapers.
After that...idk. I'll come up with something.