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PJOABDL
Priscilla crashed into the waters of the Mississippi far below the St. Louis Arch, her back in absolute ribbons after the Chimera slashed her. Amazingly, she didn't die on impact with the river like any normal person would have from that height. Her heritage as the sissy daughter of Poseidon was showing. Even more, Priscilla could feel her back mending, her senses clearing as her body generated more blood to replace all that had been lost. Even even more, Priscilla felt Annabeth and Grover down here, also not dead, just like the Chimera.
Priscilla's eyes widened. She zeroed in on the monster, and imagined it being crushed by the water in the same manner that kid from that anime could crush people using sand from this huge jug on his back. The water violently pulsed around the Chimera, and it turned into golden dust that was washed down the river. Priscilla practically flew through the water over to Grover and Annabeth, who were beginning to struggle to breathe. Priscilla imagined a bubble of air forming around their heads, allowing them to breathe.
To her astonishment, big air bubbles did indeed form, and the two looked immeasurably grateful.
Priscilla recalled that Annabeth had an accident while up in the Arch, pooping herself again, and thought of something. Annabeth cringed a little bit when she felt her underwear deflating, for lack of a better word. She looked over her shoulder as best she could, and her eyes widened. The much in her pants was being sieved out, and in a few seconds, she was all clean and dry once more without having to change her undies.
Priscilla beamed at Annabeth, who beamed back and actually threw her arms around the still-messy sissy in thanks for having cleaned her butt. Initially shocked, Priscilla hugged Annabeth back. Grovette joined the group hug, proud of her little girls. She tapped them both and pointed towards the surface along the bank. Annabeth nodded, swimming off, and Grovette followed. Priscilla was about to as well, but a voice in the water stopped her.
"Priscilla..."
Priscilla turned and looked, and to her shock, her...mother!?...was swimming through the water towards her. The sissy's heart hammered in her chest. Her mother? Here? Here to see her like this? Sissified and wearing a dirty diaper? Oh, nonono! But the person came closer, and Priscilla saw that it wasn't her mother after all, but some kind of sea spirit that looked like her. Despite her previous reservations, Priscilla now felt bitter disappointment. To the point she was honestly angry and ready to launch into a tantrum at this deception.
The woman smiled. "I am sorry, little one. I am not your mother, but I know that she is alive. She is with Hades, being used as a hostage."
Priscilla's eyes widened. A hundred questions flew through her head, and before she could ask them all in one single, incoherent jumble of sounds, the woman spoke again.
"Go to the Santa Monica beach in California. There, your father will be waiting. He, ah, asks that you be wearing a clean and dry diaper."
Priscilla cringed.
"Do not worry. He has spoken with Artemis about this, and has cooled the goddess's anger. Go to the beach, tell your friends that a nereid of Poseidon's court has delivered this message. I am sorry that I cannot stay longer. This water is too foul for me, and my naiad cousins struggle greatly to help me maintain my presence here. Goodbye, Priscilla."
The nereid glowed green and vanished from the water.
Priscilla slumped. She remembered her diaper was still full of poop, and so she did the same thing she did with Annabeth, and sieved out the filth until she was all clean again. She swam up and breached the surface, greeted by the relived faces of Grovette and Annabeth.
"Where were you? We thought you were right behind us!"
Annabeth also voiced her concern. "Guh wagah ba-ba-da."
Priscilla pushed her pacifier out of her mouth, and it dangled from its clip. "Uh, a nereid showed up and told me we need to go to Santa Monica beach in California. Da-I mean, Poseidon wants to see me. Also, my mom's alive! She's being held hostage by Hades."
Grovette nodded. "Sounds like we need to get back to the train."
Priscilla put her pacifier back in, and Annabeth reached into her own pocket to produce her pacifier, popping it into her mouth as she clutched onto her owl plushie, having not lost it in all the chaos. Priscilla put her hands on the two, and all the water that had soaked them trickled off their bodies and out of their clothes, leaving them dry as before they went up the arch. The two voiced their thanks.
They made it back to the train without issues, ten minutes to spare before their departure. Being St. Louis, the end of the train's line was Denver, Colorado. With all the stops the train made to pick up passengers, it was another 14 hours of transit. The first three of those hours were spent occupying themselves, then the next seven were spent asleep, getting a good rest, and the last four were spent once again having to find something entertaining to do. Upon waking, Priscilla needed a diaper change, having thoroughly wet herself, and it was just minutes later that Annabeth had another accident, requiring a change of pants as well since her load was loose and mushy enough to have gotten her jeans all dirty.
By the time the train stopped in Denver, Priscilla had to have another diaper change since she pooped, and a panty-check on Annabeth revealed she was still dry, though after the meal the train offered, it wouldn't be long until she needed changing as well, something that made her demure.
"Wha' now?" Priscilla asked behind her paci.
Annabeth sucked on her own, clutching her owl plushie.
"Now, we find some way to keep heading West to Santa Monica," Grovette answered.
"Any money?"
Grovette looked into the diaper bag, rifling through it. There were extra onesies, diapers, wipes, powder, and lotion for the sissy, extra jeans, shirts, and panties for the panty-pooper, a bottle, an activity book with colored pencils, and sure enough, a stack of cash. A bunch of crisp 20s, held together by a paper band.
"Well," Grovette said. "That makes things easier."
SKRAWWWK!
And then a vulture of all things swooped down and snagged the money right from Grovette's hand before anyone could do anything. The large bird went flying off down the street.
"After that scavenger!" Grovette cried.
The three cursed heroes went sprinting after the money-stealing vulture until their lungs started burning and their legs started aching. As in-shape as they all were, even they had their limits, especially Grovette and Priscilla, the former with a plug in her butt, the latter with a thick diaper on. When they couldn't run anymore, the vulture turned the corner.
They'd managed to run themselves into a more or less abandoned part of town, all the buildings blank with boarded-up windows.
The vulture did not just vanish into the ether, thankfully, but the owner of the arm it landed on did not look friendly.
A big man, tall, broad-shouldered, barrel-chested, military-style black hair, a face adorned with battle scars, sunglasses hiding the eyes, wearing a red muscle shirt tucked into black jeans, a black duster over it all, and black steel-toed boots. he was leaning against a big Harley motorcycle that was off and propped on its stand.
"Sup, kids."
For some reason, the three cursed heroes felt unexplained rage start ebbing through them. They wanted to fight, break stuff, and cause destruction. More specifically, they wanted to find Artemis and beat her bloody, and make her undo her curse. Because of this, Annabeth figured out who this guy was.
"Ares," she said perfectly.
She looked surprised that she managed a coherent word, as did Grovette and Priscilla.
Ares laughed. "Well, how 'bout that! Crater Ass's curse starts fading away in my presence. Tell me, can you feel the need to take a dump, or are we not that far along yet?"
A toot escaped Annabeth's butt, along with something heavier, slimier, and smellier. Annabeth's face turned crimson as she pooped herself before the god of war. Ares's laughter didn't help.
"Stop laughing!" Priscilla shouted, dropping her pacifier. "It's not funny, you jerk!"
Ares laughed even harder. "You're right, Priscilla! It's hilarious!"
Priscilla growled and stepped forward to give the god of war a piece of her diapered mind, but Grovette and Annabeth held her back before she went and made things worse for them.
"No, let her come over here," Ares taunted. "I'll make her a real sissy."
Little red lights glowed faintly behind Ares's sunglasses. The god leaked a bit of his power, making the air hum and vibrate.
Priscilla lost a lot of bravado in the presence of the god of war.
"What can we do for you, Lord Ares?" Grovette asked with measured calm.
"It seems to me that you kids are looking for passage west to Santa Monica. I am here to gladly help with that. However, my help comes at a price."
"Yes, lord?"
Everyone kept from bristling as best they could under the influence of Ares's aura and the fact that he was the one compromising their quest, offering a solution to a problem he created by having his vulture steal the heroes' money.
"My girlfriend and I were on a date at this waterpark close by a while back when some urgent business came up. Had to leave in such a hurry that I lost my favorite shield. You three will got get it, bring it back, and then I will provide you a way to head West. Sound good? Of course it sounds good. I'll be here waiting, but don't keep me waiting too long, or there might be some consequences..."
"Yes, lord," Grovette bowed slightly. "Thank you, lord. Come on, you two."
Grovette grabbed Annabeth's and Priscilla's arms, a tighter grip on the sissy's, and down the street they went. The attractions of a waterpark were visible along the horizon, and so that's where they headed, Annabeth with poop in her pants, Priscilla's diaper now wet. The blonde was effectively cowed, her accident before the god having shut her down, while the sissy was still livid.
"How could he-? Ugh! What a butthole! Should put him in diapers and re-raise him to be a better person."
"Be nice, Priscilla," Grovette said. "Bad-mouthing the god of war isn't going to help things."
"It makes me feel better," the sissy insisted.
"Yes, and it could get us all in trouble. I know Ares has got you mad-trust me, I'm mad too, and so is Annabeth-but there's nothing we can do besides get the shield, give it to him, and be on our way. Speaking of, Annabeth, sweetie, do want to change now? I know you pooped."
Annabeth shook her head, sucking on her pacifier a little more intently, holding her owl a little more tightly.
"Okay, but we need to change your underwear here soon before you get a rash. Percy? How's your diaper? Need a change?"
"Just wet," Percy huffed, "but not wet enough."
"Mind if I check?"
"Go ahead."
Grovette stopped, lifted the lacy skirt of Priscilla's onesie, and stuck her finger inside the sissy's diaper. Priscilla flinched a bit when her boy part got touched.
"Sorry," Grovette said. "But I agree. Not wet enough for a change."
The three continued, accompanied by the smell of Annabeth's poopy underwear, until they got to the front entrance of "WAT R A D." It was supposed to be "WATERLAND," but the letters had come off. The whole waterpark was also surrounded by a fence topped with barbed wire.
"Great," Priscilla said, pacifier dangling from its clip. "How do we get in?"
Grovette grinned. She grabbed Priscilla under her arms and then flung her up into the air. The sissy screamed as she flew, sailing clean over the barbed wire. Natural reflexes kicked in, and Priscilla stuck the landing.
"Don't do that!"
"Why not? Looked like you were having fun."
"Well, warn me next time!"
"Nah. Less fun that way."
"Yeah? Well, you scared me so much I peed some more and now my diaper is messy!"
"I've changed five of your dirty diapers already," Grovette said, "and I'll probably be changing ten more before this quest is over. Ready, Annabeth?"
Annabeth shook her head. She took a few steps back, and even though her underwear was loaded with poop, she took off at a sprint, jumped, and cleared the fence all on her own, also sticking the landing without much effort. Demigod bodies-what can you say?
With the reflexes and spring-like jump of a cat, befitting her new neko nature, Grovette also effortlessly jumped the fence.
"Alright, girls. Since we don't know what to expect here, it is changing time."
Grovette broke the door to the waterpark's gift shop for some semblance of privacy, and first changed Annabeth's dirty panties, her jeans once again ruined, but the waterpark had plenty of commemorative outfits that were destined to sit here, collect dust, and be devoured by bugs. So, in order to not strain whatever magic was imbued in the clothes-supplying diaper bag, Grovette had Annabeth step into a pair of Waterland shorts, red in color with a pattern of white flowers. Annabeth's choice in panties this time were Belle themed, with yellow waist and legs holes, and a repeating pattern of the princess in her signature dress, striking a pose with a book in her hand.
Priscilla's diaper was next, and they were honestly at a loss as to what to do with the filthy thing, along with Annabeth's poopy panties and jeans. Previously, they'd just been throwing the soiled garments in the trash, but the trash here wasn't going be taken until the waterpark was demolished, if ever. They eventually just settled on leaving the filthy things in the abandoned bathroom. Grovette finished Priscilla's diaper change, and when she did the snaps on the sissy's onesie, her nose wrinkled.
"Whew. We need to change your clothes, kiddo. This onesie smells like poop."
Priscilla blushed.
Grovette rifled through the diaper bag and found a new outfit for the sissy, the new outfit being the only outfit in the bag clearly meant for Priscilla. Another ABDL item, it was a white onesie in the style of a sailor fuku. The ring of the sleeves and the bib was ocean blue, and there was a pink bow on the front, and the onesie came with an independent skirt, also ocean blue. Grovette slipped the onesie over Priscilla's head, snapped the crotch, and then had the sissy raise one leg, then the other, and up went the skirt.
The skirt barely went down below Priscilla's butt, and the thickness of her DC Idyl diaper made the skirt puff out in the back.
Grovette clipped Priscilla's pacifier to the bib, and patted her head. "There we go. All ready for preschool."
Priscilla pouted and Annabeth giggled.
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The trio walked around the waterpark with no idea what they were looking for, but they had a feeling they'd know it when they saw it. They walked past an assortment of rides, most of the names they had to decipher based on how many letters were missing, until they eventually ended up at the Thrill Ride O' Love. Down in the toilet-bowl looking ditch in the ground that used to be filled with water was one of the ride's boats. It was a simple two-seater with a cloth awning. Down in the seats were a big bronze shield and a folded up scarf. Surrounding the edges of the ditch were dozens of cupid statues.
All three of them smelled a trap.
Annabeth examined one of the statues, and her eyes widened. "Mmh! Mmh! Mmh!" she went, urgently beckoning the other two over. They came, and Annabeth pointed at the triangle etched into the base of the cupid statue.
"Triangle?" Priscilla asked.
Annabeth sighed despondently, but Grovette figured it out.
"Delta. The symbol of Hephaestus, god of forges, husband of Aphrodite. Since his wife cheats on him so much with Ares, it's become a game of his over the centuries to catch them and humiliate them. This must be one of his traps, and why Ares was too afraid to come here himself."
"What are we going to do about a trap made for gods?"
Grovette looked back down at the boat sitting on dry concrete. "Not for gods...for Ares and Aphrodite. Priscilla, can you feel any water nearby? Like, is there still water in the park's plumbing?"
"Um, maybe?"
Priscilla closed her eyes and focused, searching for water. Her eyes popped open as a huge smile split her face.
"Yep! Tons of water!"
Grovette nodded. "What I want you to do is flood the bowl. Bring the boat to us."
Priscilla nodded. She held her hands out in front of her to help her focus. Nothing seemed to be happening for a few seconds before a steady rumbled was heard. The rumble got louder and louder, the shaking heavier and heavier, until FWOOSH.
The concrete splintered and thousands of gallons of water flooded the bowl. The boat tossed and turned, and apparently something was tripped because suddenly there were lights and music and the cupid statues came to life. They turned and started firing arrows across the bowl, golden lines trailing behind the arrows to form a large net, but it was too late. Priscilla had been fast enough to maneuver the water to grab hold of the shield and have it tossed to them before the net got tight.
Grovette caught the shield, grunting from how heavy it was. "Kay," she said with a strained voice. "Hrmph-let's...let's get out of here."
Annabeth grabbed the other end of the shield, and Grovette sent the pacified panty-pooper a grateful smile.
"LIVE TO OLYMPUS IN 45 SECONDS!"
The trio was out of the park with fifteen to spare, and so all the gods that tuned into the channel got a great view of dirty water sitting under a golden net. Hephaestus quickly cut the feed.
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"Good job. For a bunch of little girls."
Priscilla's anger spiked, but Grovette's hand on her shoulder held her back.
"Thank you, lord."
The sissy maid handed over the shield. Ares took and tossed it in the air, making it spin like pizza dough. The shield changed into a Kevlar vest as it came down into the palm of Ares's hand.
"I'm a god of my word. There's your ride West."
Ares jabbed a thumb in a vague right-ish direction. The girls had to walk on the other side of the building the god was leaning against, and they saw a large delivery truck. Emblazoned on the side was a poster of animals, with the company being Kindness International. They went back to Ares to find him gone, along with his motorcycle and vulture.
"Did he just rob us?" Priscilla asked, taking her pacifier out.
Ares hadn't given them back the stack of cash his bird stole.
"Yes, I think he did," Grovette answered.
SKRAWWWK
"Not again!" Priscilla bemoaned.
Only this time, the vulture didn't divebomb them to steal something else. Instead, the vulture dropped something off. Annabeth was the one to catch it, holding it and her owl plushie. The three examined what the culture left, and their spirits were all slightly lifted to discover that it was a pink package of Huggies Pull-Ups.
Annabeth didn't waste any time in opening the package, taking out a pull-up, and going to the other end of the building to change her underwear. Less than a minute later, Annabeth came back around, smiling, her Belle panties that Grovette put her in earlier held in her hand, the package and her plushie in the other.
Grovette nodded in approval.
Now, when Annabeth next pooped herself, she'd poop in her pull-up and not in a pair of panties, potentially ruining her jeans.
Grovette put the pull-ups in the diaper bag, and the three went over to the Kindness International truck. The door rolled open to reveal anything but kindness, but the gunning of the truck's engine as the drivers got back from the nearby diner had the trio climbing in and latching the door from the inside. It was hot and even smellier than Priscilla's and Annabeth's dirty underwear, and the only light came from the glow of the two girls' weapons, Riptide and the dagger.
"Get comfy, you two," Grovette said tersely, angry and embittered at the treatment these animals were receiving. "It's going to be a long ride, I think. Annabeth? Don't hesitate to wet your pull-up when you need to pee."
After pooping herself so many times already, Annabeth wasn't appalled by the notion of peeing her pull-up. In fact, she even welcomed the idea, the notion of security and protection from her inevitable stinky accident providing comfort and even confidence.
Despite the circumstances, Grovette fell asleep for what felt like the first time in forever. Wrangling the girls and wiping their nasty butts took a lot of energy. Annabeth busied herself with her activity book. Priscilla brushed her hand against Annabeth's, both sucking their pacifiers, asking permission to join in. Annabeth happily gave it, and so the two worked on a word search together, the letters all in Ancient Greek.
It wasn't long until the girls were both adding their own layer of stink to the truck, but they didn't wake Grovette for changing. Instead, they changed each other. They'd both been wiped enough times already to have a decent enough grasp of how to change stinky undies.
Annabeth stared at Priscilla's penis as she wiped the sissy, and when it was her turn, Priscilla's stared at Annabeth's vagina, the two mesmerized by the fact that they were seeing the opposite sex's genitals in person for the first time.
They never said a word to each other, mostly because Annabeth couldn't speak in anything but babble, but they became different during the ride. Closer, tighter, though changing each other's diapers did that.
Of course, Grovette hadn't been completely asleep. The instant her nose picked up the particular stench of Priscilla's poop, and Annabeth's poop, her eye had cracked open, ready to wipe some butts again, but what she saw happen filled her with total relief and pride.
Her girls were getting along.
PJOABDL
Hope you liked it!
Priscilla and Annabeth get closer to one another, bonded through their curses.
The next thing to come out is a story request about Annabeth wetting her bed. Stay tuned and be on the look out for that story!