As promised, the next chapter of the Artemis Punishment.
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Maybe it was the magic behind the curse, or maybe it was just latent feelings finally awakened by the given circumstances, but the newly dubbed sissy maid Grovette did not waste time in lamenting what had happened. Instead, he got right to work. He had a little girl who needed clean underwear, and another little girl who needed her bottle.
He also needed to play barrier, since Annabeth looked like she was a single inhibition away from strangling Priscilla to death.
…and it seemed that inhibition was overcame. Annabeth let out a feral cry and lunged at Priscilla, who flinched and shrieked behind her pacifier. Annabeth tackled the sissy to the ground, but Grovette was there before any blows could be delivered. With strength that surprised even himself, he yanked the furious and smelly Annabeth off, took a knee, planted Annabeth over that knee, and proceeded to deliver the spanking of the year.
Jeans, panties, and collection of gooey poop provided no cushion or protection from the stings of Grovette's hand. Annabeth jerked and cried with each smack.
"Bad—bad—bad—bad Annabeth! You—do—not—tackle—your—sister!" Grovette said, each word punctuated with a spank.
Annabeth babbled out an unintelligible string of syllables, though whether that was her curse making her talk that way or if she was just in too much pain was unclear.
When Grovette's hand started hurting, she reached into the diaper bag and found a wooden paddle with holes drilled through the flat, and she went to town with her new weapon, introducing Annabeth to a whole new world of pain. She screamed, cried, and kicked as she was paddled, her pants getting even messier as the mess was squished and spread, the whole seat of her jeans discoloring brown.
Eventually, the meanness was spanked right out of her, leaving her completely docile, crying, and lying limp over Grovette's knee with extremely messy pants and underwear.
Grovette reached into the diaper bag, putting away the paddle and bringing out a pacifier and an owl plushie. Annabeth put up no resistance through her sniffles, and readily accepted the soother and the toy, sucking on it vigorously and squeezing the other tightly.
"Let's get you cleaned up, sweetie," Grovette said in a gentle voice.
Totally compliant, Annabeth helped in getting herself undressed, her shoes coming off, then her poop-smeared jeans, followed by her poop-filled panties. Her whole backside was covered in her filth, patterned with indentions from the holes in the paddle. Luckily, her shirt was clean, not a speck of poop anywhere on it, though the pits did have small sweat stains.
Grovette got to work with the provided wet, biodegradable wipes, making sure each wipe got its full use, folding it over and over until it couldn't be folded anymore before tossing it away into the grass. After so many wipes, Annabeth's backside was as clean as it was when she left the shower this morning.
Grovette reached back into the diaper bag and pulled out one of the packages of the Disney underwear. Nothing special about them, just your average seven-pack that you could get off the shelves of Walmart, Target, and any clothing store; three white pairs with colored waist and leg holes, a little inked picture above the crotch, and four pairs that were colored and woven with the same pattern all over pertaining to a specific princess.
"Do you have a favorite, or just want to start at the top?" Grovette asked.
Annabeth tapped on the package over a specific pair, and Grovette nodded. She popped the button on the package and let the panties fall out until she got to the one that Annabeth wanted. One of the white pairs with colored trimming, the color being light blue with an image of Cinderella getting out of her carriage on the front. Now, not being burdened by dyslexia, Grovette knew these panties to be in Size 8, meant for girls with a waist of 23in and a weight between 50 and 67 pounds.
Annabeth, at thirteen, weighed in at 85 pounds, a bit closer to underweight for girls her age, but it was all muscle from her many years at Camp Half-Blood, and her waist was also smaller than the average, being 28in. Still, despite being 20 pounds and 5in too big for the listed size, the Disney princess underwear Artemis provided were a perfect fit for Annabeth's hips. Grovette grabbed another pair of the jeans out of the bag, slipped them up the girl's legs, and then tied her shoes back on for her.
"There we go, all clean!"
The beaming smile made Annabeth's own lips tug upward.
Grovette dug through the bag and managed to find an activity book with pages for coloring, word searches, crossword puzzles, sudoku, and mazes, along with a package of colored pencils.
"Here you go, sweetie. Play with these while I get your sister her bottle."
At the mention of Priscilla, Annabeth's eyes snapped to the diapered sissy, making her squirm. Despite holding a plushie and sucking on a pacifier, and despite having watched her get her underwear changed and her butt wiped, Annabeth was still very scary.
"Annabeth," Grovette said evenly, "do I need to get Mr. Paddle?"
Annabeth vigorously shook her head, snatched the book and the pencils, and gingerly sat down a pace away.
"Good girl. Priscilla, come here."
Sucking on her own pacifier, Priscilla waddled over, the thickness of her diaper forcing her legs apart just enough. When she got close enough, Grovette grabbed her and held her still while she stuck a finger in the bend of her diaper.
"Not messy, and not wet enough for a change, I don't think."
Priscilla blushed. She had wet her diaper when Annabeth tackled her, but apparently not so that her new maid thought it was wet enough for a new diaper.
Grovette pulled Priscilla into her lap and produced a large glass baby bottle decorated with pictures of cartoon game animals from the bag, filled to the brim with warm milk. Grovette tugged out the pacifier and let it dangle by its clip, and brought the nipple of the bottle to Priscilla's mouth. She squirmed and looked uncomfortable, dodging her head around.
"Priscilla, do I need to get Mr. Paddle?"
She instantly stopped struggling and eagerly accepted the bottle, sucking almost greedily on the nipple.
"Good girl, that's a good girl."
In this moment of peace, Grovette kept her cat ears on alert, turning them this way and that to capture any threatening sounds. Annabeth remained occupied with her activity book, determined to finish a word search. Luckily, the book was in Ancient Greek, so her dyslexia didn't hinder her. When Priscilla finished her bottle, Grovette gently patted her back until she let out a little burp.
Grovette put the bottle away, did another diaper check to discover it was no more wet or messy than what it had been previously, and broke camp.
"Alright, you two. We've had a long day so far, but it's not over. We need to keep moving west to Las Angeles."
Annabeth levied another glare at Priscilla. It was completely understandable, of course. You know, you wake up, giddy, excited, and determined to succeed on your first quest and prove yourself to your siblings and mother, and then, because of your seaweed brained friend, you end up unable to talk like anything other than a babbling baby, with no control over your bowels, leading you to uncontrollably poop yourself. Granted, Priscilla certainly had a bad punishment of her own, diapered, sissified, dependent on said diapers, bottlefed every three hours, and her whole identity warped—changed name and pronouns, which was really messed up if you stopped to think about it—but that wasn't any comfort to Annabeth.
She was not happy with Priscilla, and was not happy about the prospect of spending any amount of time with the sissy, though she was far less happy about the prospect of failing on the quest, and being doomed to babble and mess her pants for the rest of her natural life.
And potentially her eternal afterlife, if the gods were feeling cruel and asked Hades to extend her punishment.
Priscilla wasn't too happy either, and was, in fact, wallowing in a ton of guilt right now.
Grovette eyed them both.
"Okay, stop. Annabeth, what Priscilla did was completely wrong, but she's paying for it. Yes, it's unfair that we're being punished, but we also just stood by and let Priscilla be impertinent. However, what's fair and unfair is irrelevant right now. The important things right now are teamwork and cooperation. We're never going to be free of our curses if we don't succeed in getting the Bolt back, understand? So Annabeth, quit being a brat, Priscilla's torn up about this even more than you are, and Priscilla, chin up, child. You got us in this mess, you can get us out of it, but only if your head is in the game, got it?"
Annabeth let out one more huff, stamping her foot, and then she held her hand out. Priscilla swallowed heavily, shut her eyes real tight, felt her bladder spontaneously release a hard stream, ignored it, and opened her eyes again, now full of determination to get out of diapers and sissy clothes, determined to restore Annabeth's speech and butt control, and determined to get his best and beloved friend Grover returned to normal.
Priscilla shook Annabeth's hand, a truce reached between them.
"Good," Grovette nodded. "And back onto the highway to hell we go."
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Walking through the woods was a peaceful experience. No monsters attacked them, nor did any wild animals like bears or mountain lions. Maybe it was a part of Artemis's curse, but the three questers honestly found themselves to be enjoying the moments here amongst the greenery. They heard birds singing, woodpeckers drumming away, got to see some deer before they bounded away.
As was typical, though, when they came out of the woods and found civilization again, their moods soured. Of course, that was primarily because now they were around people again, which posed a whole host of serious problems. Grovette might have been biologically 35, but she looked physically thirteen or fourteen, dressed in a skimpy maid outfit with a chastity cage and a buttplug, along with functioning cat ears and tail. While her skirt kept those very adult toys hidden, that didn't mean that a young teenage girl wearing such an outfit would go unnoticed, not to mention Priscilla, with her diaper, pacifier, and onesie with its lacey skirt and puffy sleeves.
Annabeth was obviously the most normal looking, since her only outward appearance changes were her owl plushie that she refused to give up, and the pacifier she kept in her mouth as a deterrent from speaking. She would be fine right up until someone talked to her, and she'd either be treated as a disrespectful child with her babbling, or assumed to be a special needs. Luckily her underwear was clean, at least, clean of poop, since their trek through the woods had left the garments soaked in sweat.
Priscilla and Annabeth looked at Grovette, both of them asking the same question: what are we going to do?
In the diaper bag was plenty of cash, the bag itself enchanted to provide whatever the immediate situation called for along with already having its own supply of things, so the most obvious course of action was to get on a train and take it as far west as the line provided. As the Fates willed it, they came walking out of the woods right in front of a train station. It was just getting tickets and getting on board without having the police called on them for some kind of child abuse that was going to be tricky.
"Well, let's hope the Mist still works for us," Grovette said.
She snapped her fingers, picturing in her mind an illusion around her and Priscilla, leaving Annabeth out since she was an outwardly normal adolescent girl. Grovette pictured the illusion as making her appear as an adult woman in casual clothes, and Priscilla as a two-year-old. Hopefully, to anyone that looked, they would only see a mother and her two children.
"Hide your pacifier, sweetie," Grovette said to Annabeth.
She did so, putting it in her pocket, but she still clutched tightly to her owl.
Conceding that battle, Grovette took Priscilla's and Annabeth's free hands and led them right across the grounds to the ticket booth. Not a soul paid them any head. With a thumping heart, Grovette paid for two tickets to Denver, Colorado, as far west as the line would go, one adult, one youth, and one free baby girl. That heartrate didn't let up until they were all comfortably seated in their cabin and the train started moving.
When that happened, the three stared at each other for a little bit before they all broke into laughter.
During the train ride, Annabeth would put her pacifier back in and request her activity book back with charades. Sometime into the ride, she had another poopy accident, though this time the load was solid instead of gooey, and so the jeans she was wearing were able to be salvaged, though the panties did have to go. She wiped herself this time, and chose and put on her next pair of panties all by herself.
Priscilla would also need a change of underwear, her diaper becoming full with a load of poop of her own, and wet enough that it started sagging. Grovette changed the crying Priscilla's diaper with all the diligence she used in changing Annabeth's panties, and soon enough the sissy was sparkling clean, freshly powdered and lotioned, and all diapered up. After another bottle of warm milk, Priscilla fell asleep for a much-needed nap, and at Grovette's encouragement, so did Annabeth.
Since they were sitting on the same bench together, during their sleep, they unconsciously snuggled together, Priscilla resting her head on Annabeth's shoulder, Annabeth's resting her head atop Priscilla's, and their arms became entwined, while they held their pacifiers in their mouths. Grovette was able to pull a polaroid camera out of the diaper bag and snap a few pictures it was just so cute.
The train had a stop in St. Louis, and if Annabeth had still been asleep, she wouldn't have insisted that they get off during the train's stopping period of two hours before departure to go see the St. Louis Arch.
Leave it to Annabeth to insist they go out in public to see some architecture, despite all three of them being cursed by a goddess.
Grovette the sissy neko maid, plugged and caged, Priscilla, the diapered sissy baby, and Annabeth the babbling panty-pooper.
Grovette could've said no, of course, could have put her foot down and exercised her authority as the defacto leader of the group, and certainly the den mother, caretaker, and caregiver of them all, but Annabeth's puppy eyes were very strong, and she had been a very good girl since her spanking, adjusting her attitude and everything. Despite the risks, it just seemed wrong to deny her what could be a once in a lifetime event after so much good behavior.
With a sigh and more confidence in her magic, Grovette cast the illusion over her and Priscilla again, making them look like a mother with her teen daughter and toddler. Annabeth put her pacifier away once more, but still didn't ditch her owl plushie, and, holding Grovette's hand, they all disembarked and travelled the streets of St. Louis.
Grovette's ears and nose were on high alert for monsters and every other threat, from drunk sleazes to wild dogs in the alleys. Annabeth was practically vibrating with excitement, and Grovette could tell she was trying really hard not to start spouting a slew of facts about the landmark, because she knew that all would come out of her mouth was baby babble. Grovette felt really bad for Annabeth, that she couldn't live the moment to its fullest and speak about her passion.
Priscilla must've felt the same way, because she kept shooting sullen glances at the beaming Annabeth who had a sad look in her grey eyes despite her smile.
Priscilla reached across Grovette and touched Annabeth, getting her attention.
"Sowwy," the sissy said around her pacifier.
"Gaga boo-bah," Annabeth responded.
She could've meant anything, but the fact that she actually said anything at all despite her curse spoke volumes of what she meant.
Grovette beamed. 'That's my girls,' she thought to herself.
The trio traversed the underground museum and eventually got onto the special elevator that would take them to the observation deck. In addition to the park rangers, an overweight woman in a blue dress and straw sunhat were with them on the ride. She brought her chihuahua with her, and it seemed to be a vicious little thing.
Snarling and growling at Priscilla, making her shrink into Grovette.
"Please," the neko maid said tersely, "control your dog."
"Oh, he's just saying hi is all," the woman smiled innocently.
Behind her smile, the trio swore they saw a forked, snake-like tongue.
The rangers didn't seem to see anything wrong, which was really concerning because what they should've been seeing was Priscilla as a two year old baby in Grovette's arm being barked at by a chihuahua. What should've been at the forefront of their minds was protecting the baby from an apparently vicious rat of a dog, if only to escape a legal nightmare of lawsuits and insurance at the bare minimum.
Annabeth was feeling really bad, of course. It was clear they were finding themselves in another mess—no pun intended—and it was her fault. Granted, if this woman really was a monster, and her dog, too, then it was probably better to be facing them here on the Arch as opposed to the train. They had a bit more maneuverability here, and their transportation wasn't in jeopardy.
The elevator opened to reveal the lovely observation deck, but any magic in the moment was summarily ruined by the impending feeling of dread that the fat woman presented. There were two other families up here, a younger one with a child of their own, and an older couple enjoying retirement.
That chihuahua kept growling and—getting bigger?
"Ma'am, please, control your dog," one of the rangers said.
"Oh, he just smells poop is all. I guess someone in here needs her underwear changed."
Annabeth shifted slightly. Grovette looked at the seat of her jeans and saw the protruding lump. Grovette swallowed heavily; fighting a monster with poop in your pants was not a good idea, and she did speak from experience back when she was failing to protect Thalia, Luke, and Annabeth. While it was on her mind, Grovette patted the seat of Priscilla's diaper, and found it was mushy too.
Oh, boy.
Both of her girls were poopy, and they had to fight a couple of monsters.
The ranger came up to Grovette. "There are changing facilities down below if you need them, ma'am."
The ranger's eyes darted subconsciously to the seats of Priscilla and Annabeth's pants, zeroing in more on Annabeth due to the visible poop bulge. The ranger's eyes widened slightly, and her cheeks dusted a faint pink as she came to the conclusion that Annabeth was the culprit of the stinky smell, and not the baby that Priscilla appeared to be through the Mist illusion. The blush and widened eyes morphed into a furrowed brow as the question of why a girl Annabeth's age would have pooped in her pants.
"Thank you," Grovette said, jumping at the exit opportunity.
Grabbing Annabeth's hand, the team mom marched for the elevator, hoping to get out of here before something really bad happened. Obviously, the Fates were not kind—not they'd ever been kind since anyone was born—because A), the elevator was already full of the older couple and the younger family, and B), the chihuahua decided not to be a chihuahua anymore.
"Alright, Sonny, if you insist," the woman said.
"Holy Mother-!" the park ranger balked.
There was no telling what she saw through the Mist, but to the questers, they saw the chihuahua exponentially growing, morphing, changing into something that was certainly not a canine. In mere seconds, the monster had assumed its true form: with the body of a goat, the head of a lion, and the tail of diamondback snake complete with hissing head, it wasn't as big as the original that Bellerophon killed, but it was no less a threat now than it was then.
The Chimera was ready to play with its food.
"I am not without some mercy," the woman chuckled. "You three have been wronged by the gods. Young Percy, you were entirely in the right shipping off poor Medusa's head, showing the gods their uncountable follies, reminding them of how their pride, vanity, and petty wrath cost the lives of so many innocent people across the centuries, and almost cost you your own. Annabeth, Grover, your punishment is perhaps even more wrong, as neither of you were even responsible for Percy's just actions, and look at you now, soiling yourself, unable to speak coherently, and your anatomy altered, your body defiled. Come, join me and the rising tide, and get the justice all of you deserve."
As tempting as that was, and as many questions as the "rising tide" raised, the three weren't stupid enough to believe they weren't being watched by the gods at this very moment. It wasn't even a foreign thought in their heads that this whole situation was some kind of test, and if they said yes, then Zeus would smite them on the spot.
So when Grovette spoke, she spoke for the group. "Not a chance."
The woman shrugged. "Have it your way. Sonny, eat!"
The lion head roared and then lunged at the three.
Priscilla shoved Grovette and Annabeth out of the way and dodged, the Chimera pouncing on empty deck. Priscilla and Annabeth felt their respective messes squish and spread across their backsides, but that was a thought at the back of their minds compared to the far more immediate danger of the monster.
The snake tail whipped around, coming for Priscilla, but despite her sissy curse, she was still the son/daughter/child(?) of Poseidon, and she still had her top-notch reflexes. She caught the snake in her hand and crushed its neck just like she'd done to the garden snake that had slithered into her cot during naptime when she was three.
The Chimera roared in pain and lunged at Priscilla. She once again dodged away, but the beast didn't let up. The poor sissy screeched when claws dug into her back, splitting her onesie and skin almost down to the bone. Warmth blossomed across the rear of her body as blood soaked into her clothes, diaper and down her legs and arms.
"Oh, goodness, Sunny," the woman chided. "You really weren't supposed to kill the kid. Oh, well, I suppose. There are others."
The Chimera approached, venom so potent it was melting through the observation deck like acid profusely dripping from its fangs. It had been drooling acid since its transformation, and so the observation deck was riddled with holes of varying sizes and depths. As it so happened, as her vision faded to black, Priscilla was lying next to one hole, one that was big enough that she saw the nasty Mississippi River down below.
Water.
Priscilla heard the approaching monster and pulled an act of pure desperation. She never got to figure out if it worked or not, because the next thing she remembered happening was the woman let out a ghastly, terrified wail, and right after that, Priscilla saw the Chimera plummeting to the river along with Grovette and Annabeth.
They'd rushed the monster and tackled it out of the observation deck through a hole.
Priscilla rolled over and fell with them, praying to her father to not let them die.
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Hope you liked it!
Kind of a serious chapter, I think, in one respect, if you look past the curse stuff.
Anyway, another chapter of Babies of the Hunt next, unless so many want another chapter of this…?