In the cold Winter night of Maine, the manticore known as Dr. Thorn had kidnapped Annabeth had jumped over the side of a cliff after the Hunters of Artemis intervened before the monster could kill Percy, Thalia, and Grover. The former two were at each other's throats over the altercation, though what was certainly not helping Thalia's mood was the presence of Zoe Nightshade, the lieutenant of the hunt, who she clearly had a bas history with as far as Percy could tell.
Artemis commanded that camp be set up, and she pulled Bianca into her private tent, leaving Percy to make small talk with Nico, something that left the son of Poseidon incredibly annoyed by the time Zoe walked up to them.
"Percy Jackson. My lady wishes to speak with thee."
Percy swallowed, happy to be free from Nico's incessant chatter about hit points and armor boosts, but also nervous. From what he had heard about Artemis, and from what he had studied during school in Mr. Brunner's Latin class, the goddess of the hunt was not at all a fan of boys, and based on the last time Percy had went to the bathroom, he was a hundred percent boy.
Percy entered the tent behind Zoe, and was immediately awed by the inside. Animal skins from across the globe covered the ground and hung from racks about the walls. A small, warm fire gently crackled in a brazier with no obvious fuel. The goddess herself sat before an oak stand that proudly held a silver bow carved to resemble the horns of a gazelle, Bianca sitting next to her, looking comforted about her earlier reservations and anxieties regarding her newfound status as a half-blood. Zoe took up a seat on the other side of Artemis, leaving Percy to sit alone before the three girls, feeling both out of place and in danger.
"You can relax, Percy," Artemis said with a knowing smile. "I have no intentions of causing you any harm or grief."
"Th-thank you...?" No intentions offered no deliverance from the possibility of I've changed my mind.
"You're welcome. Now, Bianca has told me some things about what Thorn said, and I want you to confirm."
"Okay..." Percy said uncertainly, and what followed next was more or less exactly like canon, with slight, unimportant differences, but it is the ending of the conversation where the story actually kicks off.
"Camp Half-Blood is not the only route a girl can take," Zoe said to Percy after he insisted that was the case. "Should Bianca wish it, she can join us. She can become a Hunter."
A knowing look appeared on Artemis' face, accompanied by a little smirk and a small gleam in her eye. Percy didn't detect any malice, but there was some kind of catch to this.
"Bianca, you can't," he said. "What about Nico, your little brother?"
"He will be taken care of at camp," Zoe said. "He is a boy, and cannot be admitted into the Hunt."
Percy had an ADHD moment, and blurted out, "But what if a boy really, really wanted to be in the Hunt?"
"Oh?" Artemis said in a teasing tone. "Are you curious about joining?"
Percy flushed and spluttered. "N-No! I'm just-I just-curious-wanted to know...I mean, I was just curious about whether that had ever happened and how it happened...not interested...I like...um...I like camp..."
"Of course," the goddess said easily. "To answer your question, if a boy truly wanted to become a Hunter, he would have to be turned into a girl. It has happened before, and I am sure it will happen again." The way Artemis winked made Percy's heart skip a beat, and his hands not-so-subtly cover his crotch.
"Oh."
"Yes. Now, Bianca," Artemis turned her attention back to the girl, who sat up straight.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Becoming a Hunter brings with it a lifetime away from responsibility-" Bianca's eyes immediately lit up as she became enraptured with the idea of no responsibility- "incredible freedom, indescribable joy, and amazing adventure."
"You get the same at camp!" Percy cried, not believing that Bianca was really about to just dump Nico for a girl's club, especially one that had some kind of string attached, based on the little knowing smiles that Artemis and Zoe had.
"Agreed," the lieutenant conceded Percy's point. "However, there is one glaring thing that a life in the Hunt offers that camp does not: immortality."
For so many seconds, the only sound in the tent was the crackling of the fire in the brazier, before Percy finally found his voice again. "She's kidding, right?" he asked Artemis.
The goddess smiled. "Zoe rarely kids about anything. Yes, becoming a Hunter grants one agelessness from the age they join. They will be immortal unless felled in battle, or they go astray."
"Astray?" Percy asked.
"Grow up. Become smitten with boys. Become silly, preoccupied, insecure. Forget themselves."
Percy tilted his head slightly to the side, wondering what the boy equivalent of all that was.
"So..." Bianca started, her first words since this started, "what you're saying is...if I become a Hunter...I get that life free of responsibility and all that other stuff...forever?"
"That's the short version, yes," Artemis said, and that little smirk and that gleam reappeared, the same with Zoe. Percy shifted nervously. "However," the goddess continued, "becoming a Hunter means becoming one of the family. As you'd be the newest, and certainly the youngest by far, you'd be considered...the baby."
"The baby?" Bianca asked.
"Yes, the baby. It certainly won't last forever, but it could if you wanted, but at the start of your sisterhood, you'd be the baby, and have all the responsibility that comes with it. That is, none at all." Artemis continued to smile. "You would not have to worry about bathing yourself, feeding yourself, clothing yourself, or even taking yourself to the bathroom."
"The bathroom?" Bianca asked in a daze, drunk with the fantasy that was being pieced together before her.
"Indeed. If you become a Hunter, at least for the beginning days, you wouldn't even have to worry about getting up to go to the bathroom to pee or poop, because you'd be wearing this."
From behind her, Artemis produced a modern cloth diaper, in that there was the outer shell made of the slick PUL material, and the absorbent core was comprised of bamboo inserts. The shell was silvery-grey, the tabs being Velcro style, and the whole thing was covered in cartoon, childlike animal characters. "Babies do wear diapers after all."
Bianca's hands trembled from adrenaline as she reached out and gingerly accepted the diaper, her mind racing with the fantastical life before her, one free of any kind of responsibility. No worries about feeding herself, or bathing, or putting on clothes, not even the bathroom. With this possible baby-life lifestyle, she'd just go in her diaper and it would be up to one of her new sisters to change her. Bianca ran her hand reverently after the cloth diaper, an unfamiliar warmth beginning to blossom in her loins as she thought about what it would be like to wear it, and pee in it, and poop in it.
She'd peed and pooped in her underwear plenty of times in recent days, all by accident as she ran around the hotel trying to find wherever Nico ran off to and then couldn't find a bathroom before her sphincters gave out and she soiled herself. It had been embarrassing at first, disgusting even, but she had learned to deal with it, and not even fight it sometimes.
Nico's gone? Well, might as well just go in her pants so she didn't have to worry about it during the ensuing search. Of course, clean up afterwards was always a nasty pain, but as a Hunter, she wouldn't have the responsibility of clean up anymore.
Bianca looked up, black eyes full of determination in her decision.
Percy, for his part, had kept silent during the whole of Artemis' little speech because secretly, he was also enamored with the idea. One of the embarrassing stories his mom had told Thalia and Annabeth was how when he was a potty training toddler, he had refused the toilet because he liked wearing diapers. Once Sally got it through his head that he could still wear his diapers as long as he went tinkle and poo-poo in the potty, that was the end of his training. He took his diaper off when he needed the toilet, and eventually, at the onset of kindergarten, he ditched his diapers in favor of big boy underwear so that he wouldn't be made fun of.
Though he put on a pull-up every now and then in the safe confines of home with his mother, until Gabe moved in, and that was the end of it.
Seeing the cloth diaper was bringing up memories of fun, happy times, and Percy's subconscious was wanting to get a stab, however small, at those times due to the promised release of those awesome feel-good chemicals.
"I want to join the Hunt," Bianca said firmly.
"Even with the prospect of being treated like a baby too helpless to do anything for herself?" Artemis asked after sharing a look with Zoe, who was smiling. "It's not a question of your baby status, Bianca. The question is how long."
"Forever. I don't care. I want to be a Hunter, diapers, animals, monsters, immortality and everything."
"Very well. Repeat after me: I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis."
"I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis," Bianca echoed her new goddess.
"I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood, and join the Hunt."
Bianca repeated the scared vow. After she was done, she could hardly keep the eagerness off her face.
She couldn't wait to be diapered for the first time in over ten years, free of any and all responsibility!
"I accept these vows," Artemis said. "Never forget them, for they are now your life. Zoe, it occurs to me that the baby does not have her diaper on. I think you should fix this before she makes a mess on my pelts."
"Of course, my lady." Zoe stood up and gently pushed Bianca to her back, taking the diaper from the girl who was almost trembling with excitement over what was about to be done to her.
As Zoe reached for the girl's pants to take them and her underwear off, Artemis looked at Percy, raising her voice at him to get his attention.
"And what about you, Percy? Would you also like be put in a diaper?"
The demigod's face turned scarlet, his eyes going wide as a deer caught in headlights. Words failed him he was so stunned at the question, his mind going blank with shock. When he rebooted at the sight of Bianca's bare skin, her legs cleverly maneuvered so as to not show anything beyond PG-13, he could barely manage anything coherent. What came out of his mouth in denial of the question was more akin to baby babble, and Artemis cut him off.
"Be true to your heart, boy, lest I make it so that you need diapers until your last day."
Percy swallowed, and the threat and its possibilities was enough to clear his mind so that it properly communicated with his heart. "Yes, please...would you...would you please put a diaper on me...my lady...?"
"Certainly."
Artemis made a motion with her hand and Percy was lifted from the ground and levitated to the goddess, and placed gently on his back. Producing another cloth diaper, this one with the same PUL shell, Velcro tabs, and silver-gray color, but sporting the motif of Hunter items, like knives, bows, arrows, etc., Artemis had Percy's pants and boxer briefs off his body with another application of divine power, the items easily clearing his shoes. He was left naked from the waist down, and this whole situation had left his body excited. Artemis just smirked and tapped the tip, instantly causing it to become flaccid again.
Shocked and embarrassed, Percy didn't say or do anything as Artemis changed him into his diaper, following her commands to lift his butt, spread his legs, then relax. Then just like that, Percy was diapered again for the first time in eight years, and it felt great.
He'd never worn cloth diapers before, but he was regretting not ever asking his mom to get him some. The one Artemis had just taped onto his butt was perfect. The tabs fit snug, the diaper sat well between his legs and about his body, the inside felt nice and soft and snug, and the bulk between his legs was welcome and comfortable, like a pillow. Looking over at Bianca, Percy could tell she was just as in love with her new underwear as he was.
The question now was what about their pants. Percy didn't see his pants or undies anywhere, and the same was for Bianca's bottoms.
"Since you're both babies, that means you get no say in what clothes you wear, because you don't care about your clothes. You're babies," Artemis said.
Bianca was obviously totally on board with that, but Percy went into a panic. He hadn't signed on for baby treatment, just the diaper! He tried to voice his opposition, tried to even jump away, but his body refused to move all of a sudden, and he was hushed up by a pacifier appearing out of thin air with a silver shimmer, shooting forward to plug his mouth shut with a brief pop!
With a snap of her fingers, Percy's clothes shimmered silver and changed. The winter jackets he had on to combat the bitter cold of Northern Maine in the winter morphed, turning into one, much thinner garment that was patterned and colored exactly like his diaper. The item began to rapidly creep downward, turning from a shirt into a footed sleeper. The legs melded with his socks and shoes, so that his feet up to his ankles felt like they were incased in comfortable, fluffy houseshoes. Percy felt a zipper about his back, and there were buttons at the top of his diapered butt, obviously to allow for an easier diaper change.
The thought of actually using his diaper made Percy's skin crawl.
Looking over, he saw that Zoe had dressed Bianca up in a footed sleeper of her own, also patterned after her diaper, only she looked totally content and happy as she sat upon Zoe's lap, gently sucking away at the bottle being held in her mouth. Percy's started to feel anxious; already he was way out of his comfort zone, with the pacifier, the sleeper, and his sudden lack of locomotion-he was not at all thrilled about the idea of being bottlefed by the moon goddess.
In fact, he was regretting ever agreeing to being diapered in the first place.
For her part, there was now look of triumph or malice on Artemis' face, no hint that she was deriving a twisted pleasure at Percy's humiliation. If anything, her countenance was one of a content and happy mother, and Percy wasn't sure how to feel about that because he already had a mother that he loved very much, who in turn loved him with just as much passion.
To Percy's relief, the goddess did not haul him into her lap and put a bottle to his mouth, but she did sit him up and had Zoe put Bianca down next to him. The new baby of the Hunt looked at Percy, beaming. He offered a hesitant, far less enthusiastic smile from behind the pacifier that he couldn't get out of his mouth.
"Alright, babies," Artemis said, "some rules. Firstly, those diapers are magic. Neither of you will have to worry about rashes or leaks, but they also won't be coming off no matter what either of you try. Only I or one of my Hunters can take your diaper off, meaning only I or them can change you. Secondly, there is nothing that you have to worry about doing for yourself. You will be fed, bathed, clothed, cleaned, and taken care of as if you were my actual children."
Artemis sent a pointed look out of the corner of her eye at Zoe, no doubt meaning that Percy was to receive this same kind of treatment regardless of his boy status.
"Thirdly, you will not have to worry about any kind of bullying. That is a divine promise. Fourthly, any bad behavior from either of you will result in punishment; the nature of this punishment will be decided by Zoe. And fifthly," Artemis smiled lightly, "you're both babies! The fifth rule is that both of you are to have fun."
Bianca trilled, ready and excited to start her new life as a baby, most likely forever, as she had been dreaming of. In a textbook example of how ready she was to be a baby, she raised of the ground slightly and scrunched her face up. There was a muffled wump sound that came from her back side, and Percy saw the seat of Bianca's sleeper slightly expand.
If it weren't for the pacifier keeping his mouth shut, Percy's jaw would've dropped clean off his face. As it was, his eyes widened as he realized that A) Bianca had just pooped her diaper, B) Bianca, a girl, had just pooped in her pants, C) a girl had just pooped...right next to him! Sure, Percy knew that girls pooped-Annabeth had pooped plenty of times during their previous two quests for the Master Bolt and the Golden Fleece, and part of his potty training had been standing there in the bathroom with his mother, watching how the potty was supposed to be used-but he had never been there when a girl did poop, least of all in her pants, especially not three feet from him.
Bianca plopped right back down onto her messy butt, no doubt mashing the filth inside her diaper all over the place. She giggled at the squishy feeling, and Percy found himself wanting to pinch his nose. Magic diapers, Artemis had said, no rashes and no leaks, Artemis had said, but she didn't say anything about no odors. Percy was left wondering if all girls' poop smelled this bad, or if Bianca had eaten something recently.
The dark-haired girl looked up at Zoe, asking with her eyes if she was going to be getting a diaper change any time soon. The Huntress shook her head.
"Babies don't always get their diaper changed right away; sometimes it's several minutes or even an hour or two before they get a change. I think it would do thee good to stay in thine messy diaper for a while, so as to get accustomed to the feeling. Besides, it is not as if thou needs to worry about a rash."
Bianca looked positively thrilled to not be getting a diaper change right away, obviously having immediately fallen in love with the feeling of her poopy diaper. Percy honestly couldn't tell whether to be disgusted, disturbed, or turned on. He couldn't explain it, but the thought of Bianca going around for so long with a poop-filled diaper taped over her butt made his diaper feel tight at the front.
Artemis smirked a little bit and snapped her fingers. Percy's diaper no longer felt tight, and the way she looked at him made it clear that he wasn't going to have to worry about erections so long as he was diapered. He was still a boy, but wasn't going to get hard anymore at the thought of a messy diaper girl.
"Now then," the goddess said, "Zoe, there is an ancient monster that I must hunt alone. At any rate, it would not be a good idea to bring the babies on such a dangerous hunt, which is why you and your sisters will be taking them to camp with you."
Zoe looked as if she'd swallowed a lemon, but she nodded her head nonetheless. "As you command, my lady."
Artemis nodded. "Dawn approaches, and with it, my irresponsible younger twin."
"Perhaps he should also be diapered and treated like the baby he is," Zoe offered.
"What makes you think he isn't diapered already?"