Welcome back to the fifth chapter in the story of Percy, Annabeth, and Grover being punished by Artemis!
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When the animal smuggler of Kindness International opened the door of their truck, they barely escaped with their lives as the lion came charging out, followed by the antelope and the zebra. When they came back nearly and hour later to make sure it was safe to be in the area, they inspected the inside of the truck to try and figure out how the animals had escaped. They found a Huggies princess-themed pull-up, rolled into a ball, stained yellow and smelly, and a rolled up blue diaper that was way too big for a baby, also wet and stinky.
The two would never get the chance to put their four brain cells together to figure out how a couple of dirty diapers ended up in their truck, because the lion came back.
And he was hungry.
As for the neko maid, the babbling panty-pooper, and the sissy boy, they were already long gone down the Vegas strip.
"Las Vegas," Grovette said with a wrinkled nose at the hundreds of pedestrians and the endless barrage of neon lights. "Never will you find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy."
"Congwess?" Annabeth said.
Grovette nodded her head. "Okay, that's fair."
Priscilla pushed her pacifier out of her mouth, letting it dangle from the bib of her sailor onesie. "What are we gonna do about dinner? And sleeping? I don't wanna sleep on a park bench or something. Monsters could us, or worse, the police."
Grovette nodded. It was a fair predicament they were in. The neko sissy's Mist illusion was still up, making her look like an adult, Priscilla like a two-year-old, and Annabeth just as she was, albeit there was a 4t-5t pull-up sitting just slightly stretched around her hips instead of a pair of panties. Despite looking like a single mother with two little girls instead of a trio of preteens, making getting a hotel room or something a lot easier, it was still rather difficult to find a place on the strip to sleep for the night that didn't involve gambling.
And they needed a good place to rest. They hadn't gotten much sleep on the truck, too hot and smelly between the animals and the diapers, and they hadn't eaten since the train out of St. Louis.
"Well, we aren't going to find a place just standing here. Come along, girls."
Holding Annabeth and Priscilla's hands, Grovette led her girls down the way. It was a hot night in Vegas, with it being summer and all the people roaming about. It wasn't long until a sweat was worked up, and the diapered girls started feeling really uncomfortable as their padding got clammy with sweat. Grovette was aware; she could feel their squirming and heard their little grunts from behind their pacifiers. Her maternal instincts were kicking in, and she picked up her face, her search for lodging growing more frantic as she considered her girls' wellbeing.
Grovette had to settle on a casino for the night. The Lotus Hotel and Casino.
She walked in with her girls, worried about the reception she'd receive for appearing to have a two-year-old with her in a Vegas casino, and a minor, but nothing happened. A kind bellhop approached.
"Welcome, welcome! Here are the cards to your room, ma'am. We hope you enjoy your stay here. Let us know if you have any questions or require any assistance."
He just handed the cards over and walked off, leaving the three standing there, stunned.
"Uh, okay, then..." Grovette said. "Let's...go see the room, girls."
The elevators were close by, and so it was a simple trip over and a simpler ride up with no one joining them at the ground level or on their ascent. The elevator dinged and opened on the floor marked by the cards. They walked down the quiet hallway to the appropriate door. Grovette swiped the card and entered. She and the girls were totally floored at the sight that welcomed them.
It was the penthouse suite, with a floor space and design more like a house than a hotel room. A living room with the works, a fully stocked kitchen, and an adjacent hallway that no doubt led to very opulent bedrooms. A suspicion gnawed at Grovette, and instead of staring slack-jawed at the humongous TV with all the videogame consoles to date as of the summer of 2005, she went and inspected the bedrooms.
There were three of them, all equally extravagant, with king size beds, their own bathroom areas with big showers, wall-mounted TVs that came all the entertainment as the one in the living room, and dressers. Dressers that were full of clothes. Grovette's room, or at the least the one she determined was hers based on the contents of the dresser, had a dresser filled with maid outfits, cleaning supplies for sex toys, more sex toys, and cat toys. The next room over was Annabeth's, because that dresser was full of more pink princess pull-ups than any child would ever viably need during their potty training. Obviously, the last room was Priscilla's. By process of elimination, and also because the dresser was occupied with tons of blue DC Idyl diapers.
There were more red flags raised in Grovette's mind than there were at a Chinese military parade.
She went back to the living room to find the girls totally enraptured in Smash Bro. Ultimate. Annabeth was playing as Samus, and Priscilla had taken Link. They were beating the crap out of each other and loving every minute of it. Big grins accompanied determined looks from behind their pacifiers as they gamed.
Grovette felt bad. How could she ruin their fun? They'd been through so much already, Artemis's curse, pooping their pants, the quest...they deserved some rest, some relaxation, and some fun. Grovette decided they could stay, at least for the night. They could fill their tummies with some good, quality cooking, sleep in some warm, comfy beds, and come morning, they'd be on their way West to Santa Monica beach so Priscilla could meet her dad and receive more guidance for the quest.
"GAME!"
Priscilla threw her hands up while Annabeth pouted. The sissy leaned over and planted a quick peck on the blonde's cheek with the button of her pacifier. Annabeth blushed. Grovette smiled.
"Is there a third controller?" she asked.
Priscilla nodded enthusiastically. She bounded over and retrieved said controller, handing it to her caretaker. Grovette turned it on and picked Fox.
The next game began, the three beating the crap out of each other for hours on end until some tummies started to rumble.
"Dinner time!" Grovette announced.
The girls had no objections to that notion. They sprang up, abandoning their controllers, and made headway for the kitchen. Grovette yanked on their tops as they went speeding past, yanking them back.
"Changing time, too," the sissy neko maid said.
She lifted Annabeth's shirt and stuck two fingers into the waistband of her pull-up, tugging it out. There was a distinct absence of poop down inside.
"Wet?" Grovette asked.
Annabeth shook her head.
Grovette let the pull-up snap back into place and patted the blonde's butt, sending her off. The neko turned her attention to Priscilla. She lifted the sissy's skirt and patted at the onesie-clad diaper. No poop in the seat and no swollen crotch. Priscilla was clean and dry. Grovette frowned at this.
It wasn't that she particularly looked forward to wiping messy butts, and you'd think that as the caregiver of these two she'd be happy to not have diapers to change this time around, but it was not so. Annabeth was cursed to have bowel incontinence, and Priscilla was cursed to be totally incontinent, meaning that whatever waste these two had in them would simply fall right out and into their pants. The fact that their pants were clean meant there wasn't enough food or drink in them for their bodies to convert into fuel and then make waste of the excess.
Meaning that they were both practically starving and thirsty.
Grovette felt horrible about because it was her job to look after these two, and she'd evidently been slacking in her duties.
The neko sissy patted Priscilla's diapered butt and sent her off to the kitchen. Joining the two seconds later, Grovette got to work on supervising the two on mixing pancake batter, scrambling some eggs, and making sure the bacon didn't burn. Yep, breakfast for dinner.
It was a fun thing, with Priscilla flicking some eggs at Annabeth, Annabeth retaliating by throwing some batter. Grovette put a stop to that before a food fight could erupt, however. The bacon was undeniably the scariest part, since Priscilla was sticking her hands directly into the boiling grease to flip the strips of dead pig. It wasn't scary because the sissy had dirty hands, but because that grease was clocking in at several hundred degrees, hot enough to cause irreparable burns, and Priscilla was handling it like was tap water.
Grovette and Annabeth stared at her.
"What?" Priscilla asked.
"Sweetie, that grease should be over 400-degrees," Grovette breathed. "And you're touching it."
"Oh. Well, yeah. It's not hot to me. Daughter of Poseidon thing, I guess."
Priscilla went back to her bacon, making sure it was cooked enough to eat safely.
Annabeth shared a look with Grovette. Priscilla had referred to herself as the daughter of Poseidon...
Dinner was absolutely delicious. With a bottle and a sippy cup of ice-cold chocolate milk to help wash everything down, and the TV playing Huntik: Secrets and Seekers, Annabeth and Priscilla were some happy and content little girls. Grovette let them stay up until they simply crashed on their own, and then she carried them to their respective beds and tucked them in, checking their pants one more time to make sure they didn't need a last minute diaper change before sleeping through the night.
Once again, they were both clean.
With the girls down for the night, Grovette retreated to her room. Once alone, she reached under her skirt, spreading her ass, and grabbed the base of the buttplug that had been lodged inside of her since Artemis first enacted her curse. With a gasp, Grovette removed the plug and her legs wobbled. Her muscles burned and ached at suddenly no longer being forced apart, and with that obstruction gone, Grovette's bowels finally moved.
The sissy maid rushed to occupy the throne. With no panties, she just had to lift her skirt and make sure her cat tail was out of the way. Grovette heaved a huge sigh of relief when she was finished. She took off her maid outfit that honestly stank after so many days of wearing it, and took her first shower since the quest began, cleaning her plug while she was at it.
When she was done, Grovette put on some panties that perfectly accommodated her caged manhood, a nightie, and got some good sleep.
PJOABDL
Come morning, Grovette could smell the stench of poop through the closed door.
Sitting up with a yawn, she arched her back and stretched. Mentally readying herself for another day of diaper changes and monster fights, the neko maid got dressed for the day in a new maid's outfit that was no different than the one she'd been wearing, just cleaner, and then she was out the door.
Annabeth's room was closest, and so she was the first to be checked by Grovette. Gently removing the covers, the sissy maid frowned at the sight. Annabeth had leaked through and blown out her pull-up last night. A dark stain surrounded her lower half, and there was a nasty mound of brownish poop collected at Annabeth's seat, having oozed out the of training diaper. It was just a regular human pull-up, after all, specifically meant for, at the most, a five-year-old girl based on the sizing written on the package.
Annabeth was thirteen and under the curse of a goddess, and she'd gone to bed on a stomach full of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and chocolate milk.
Grovette could honestly say she was not at all surprised that Annabeth had made this much of a mess of herself. It was the neko's fault for not putting her in one of Priscilla's diapers as a just precaution. Oh, well. A lesson learnt for the future. When Annabeth went to sleep, she needed a diaper, not a pull-up, because she was evidently a bedwetter on top of a panty-pooper...or pull-up pooper, since she'd decided to wear pull-ups instead of panties due to her curse.
Grovette gently shook Annabeth awake.
"Annabeth, sweetie, time to get up. Time to start a new day, beginning with a diaper change. You pooped all over yourself, kiddo."
Annabeth stirred. With returning consciousness came the sense of smell. The blonde's nose wrinkled and her eyes blearily cracked open. She twisted and looked at her butt, her face morphing into a cringe at the sight of her poop having formed a small hill on the bed from where it had leaked out of her pull-up.
"Blegh," Annabeth said.
"Mm-hm, blegh."
Grovette helped Annabeth gingerly get out of the wet and messy bed, trying not get anymore poop anywhere than it already was, an endeavor that was met with limited success as some clumps fell from the pull-up, getting stuck on the backs of Annabeth's legs or hitting the floor. Grovette turned the shower on and took full advantage of the pull-up's easy open sides, treating it like the nasty diaper that it was. With a hand bracing the crotch, Grovette lowered the heavy diaper, revealing Annabeth's putrid privates.
The blonde blushed at the sight of how absolutely messy she was.
Annabeth stepped into the shower and started cleaning herself up. Grovette left her to her own devices, confident that Annabeth could shower by herself. The neko simply tossed the filthy pull-up in the trashcan, not bothering to roll it up because that would simply force even more poop to go oozing out, and possibly even some pee as well given how saturated the padding was. As the for the messy bed and the splotches on the floor, Grovette left them alone.
They were going to be leaving soon anyway.
Grovette entered Priscilla's room to find the air just as foul as it was in Annabeth's. The sissy girl's diaper was obviously all wet and stinky, but unlike the blonde's pull-up, Priscilla's diaper had easily held strong through the night. Grovette woke her up and got the shower going, because that was the only way that much poop was going to get cleaned up.
Grovette made a note to not feed the girls so many hours before they went to sleep, or else there'd be huge messes to clean up in the morning.
Like with Annabeth, Grovette left Percy to shower by herself. As the daughter of Poseidon, using the shower to clean herself up was a very easy thing to do. Grovette returned to Annabeth to find the blonde already out and mostly dressed. She was pulling her shorts over her pull-up when the neko walked in, already clad in her shirt and training bra and socks.
Grovette nodded and went to the kitchen, setting out bowls and spoons, getting the milk from the bridge and the big bag of Frosted Flakes from the pantry. Also from the fridge did Grovette grab two juicy apples. She got the apple corer and sliced the fruit into eight pieces each, and set them by the cereal bowls. With breakfast done, Grovette went back to check on Priscilla.
She was out of the shower and sitting expectantly on the bed, having already grabbed herself a clean diaper, the baby powder and lotion, and her outfit for the day since the sailor one she'd gone to bed in last night had soaked up poop smell and was all stinky. Today's outfit consisted of a blue romper with an Ariel motif of the princess in mermaid form, looking like she was swimming and playing in the ocean with Flounder.
"Why, thank you, Priscilla," Grovette said.
"You're welcome," chirped the sissy.
Grovette got to work on diapering and dressing Priscilla. With practiced ease and a cooperative baby, the neko maid was done in record time. Priscilla hopped from the bed, her diaper crinkling under her romper, and Grovette sent her off to breakfast with a pat on the butt.
Breakfast was short and sweet, and the girls left their bowls and spoons in the sink.
"Can't we stay just a little while longer?" Priscilla begged, gesturing to the GameCube controllers that were sitting where they'd been left since last night.
"Priscilla, we're on a quest," Grovette said gently. "The fate of the world is at stake with the gods gearing up for war. And then there's the three of us, cursed as we are."
Priscilla's cheeks puffed out. "The curse isn't that bad..." she muttered.
Annabeth shifted in place a little, while Grovette's eyes widened by a large margin.
"I...suppose not...but we still have a quest to complete. We can come back and play GameCube when we're done, okay?"
"...promise?" Priscilla asked.
"Cross my heart and hope to die. Come on, girls. Let's go save the world."
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Hope you liked it!
Some character development going on here, perhaps? Maybe Priscilla and Annabeth aren't so opposed to their curses as they originally let on. Or maybe they're just getting used to wearing underwear that's loaded with poop.
Either way, it'll be interesting to see what they decide to do with themselves when the quest is over and Artemis confronts them. You know, assuming they make it out of the Underworld and Artemis actually considers lifting her curse.
Probably another chapter of this next. Not sure, really. Got a request queued for some hot action between Fem-Percy, Circe, Reyna, and Hylla, followed by a rather cute request involving Nyx.
Stay tuned to find out what I do next!