The Artemis Punishment: Lifted
It's here, it's here! The final chapter of the Artemis Punishment, in which we see how the curses of Priscilla, Annabeth, and Grovette are finalized by the goddess.
It took a year and a couple of months, but we made it, right?
PJOABDL
Priscilla pushed the doors to Olympian throne room open, clad in an Ariel-themed blue jumper with a skirt long enough to cover her blue diaper, her black hair pushed out of her face with a blue headband adorned with a bow, and in her hand was the Master Bolt of Lord Zeus.
The throne room was gigantic, to put it shortly, with an outrageously high ceiling that showed the stars and galaxies. The floors were polished and unblemished marble, with a large fire blazing in the center of the huge room. Hestia quietly attended the flames. The thrones of the gods were all unique to their character and domains, and only two were occupied out of the U-shaped formation of twelve, Pricilla's father, Poseidon, and her uncle Zeus.
Zeus looked less than thrilled to see her, while Poseidon was beaming.
Priscilla went to the foot of her father's throne first. "H-Hi."
"Hello…daughter."
Poseidon said it hesitantly, clearly unsure of what Priscilla thought of herself as. But as it so happened, hearing Poseidon refer to her as his daughter made Priscilla feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
She smiled and nodded, finally and truly accepting the word and what it meant for her.
Poseidon nodded as well.
Zeus grumbled. "You place me in second? The Master of this House?"
Poseidon glowered at his younger brother. "It is only natural that a daughter greets first her father, Zeus. Perhaps if you showed the proper love and attention your children were deserving of, they would show you the same courtesy."
"And not steal your lightning bolts," Priscilla added on.
Zeus's electric blue eyes snapped to her, and she felt her rise around her due to static.
Poseidon lightly pounded the butt of his trident against the floor. "That will be enough of that," he said with a loud voice.
"Ahem," Hestia cleared her throat. Her brothers and niece looked at her. "That will be enough from both of you. Zeus, is this any way to treat your niece after the great service she has done for you, especially after all the trials she faced and survived? And Poseidon…stop antagonizing your brother. We gods are forbidden by powers even greater than use to steal each other's symbols. You know Ares is not the thief, but the one who located the thief first. The true thief is still at large. Both of you should be directing your energies into finding this person, because whoever was bold enough to attempt to start a war between us is not someone we want roaming around freely."
"Indeed," Zeus rumbled. He extended his hand to Priscilla. "My Bolt."
Poseidon spun his trident in his hand.
"Please," Zeus added in a tight voice.
Thinking that throwing it at him would end badly, Priscilla walked forward to hand it off, but after she took a few steps, the Bolt flew out of her hand and into that of her uncle's. The Bolt met Zeus's palm and instantly elongated. Arcs of lightning jumped from the weapon, thunder crashing around.
Zeus eyed his niece warily. "You have made your father proud and averted war between the family. For the sake of peace in this house, you will be spared and allowed to live your best life. However, the skies are off limits to you. Never attempt to enter my domain."
Zeus fixed Poseidon with a hard look, the message clear, Control your child.
The god of the skies then took his leave with a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder so powerful it sent Priscilla stumbling. Poseidon stuck his trident out and she used it to stable herself. Priscilla sent a grateful look to her father for his support.
Poseidon rose from his throne when the shaking stopped, and he shrank down to a respectable human size. He wasted no time in enveloping his daughter in a big hug, lifting her off the ground. Priscilla threw her arms around her father's thick neck, trying to hug him just as tight.
"Well done," Poseidon said. "Well done."
"You're not mad? Or disappointed? I mean…Medusa's head. Artemis. My curse. I'm wearing diapers, for crying out loud!"
"Yes, and this one needs to be changed."
Poseidon gently patted Priscilla's butt, and that's when she realized she'd pooped herself. She hadn't felt it all, not even the warm, gooey feeling of the muck caked to her skin. But now she did, and she blushed. She didn't know if she'd only just now pooped, being held in her father's arms, or if she'd pooped earlier and had gone running into his arms in her messy diaper.
"U-Um…sorry?"
"Nonsense. Let's change your diaper, and then we can talk. Zeus has allowed us a short time together."
"Change…here?" Priscilla squeaked.
Poseidon shrugged. Bubbles suddenly filled Priscilla's vision, and when they cleared, they were no longer in the enormous, concert hall-sized throne room, but in a rather cozy abode. The easiest description was that it was the ideal cabin on the lake retreat, with beige-painted walls covered in framed paintings of wildlife and mounted trophy fish, with a big firepit made out of those big rocks, sealed together with mortar.
Poseidon had set Priscilla down smack in the middle of the mahogany hardwood floor of the living room upon a changing mat that he'd created.
Priscilla recalled what the nereid in Santa Monica had said about Poseidon when she'd been a baby, how he'd come into her room during the night and played with her, fed her, and changed her diapers. With a blush, Priscilla recognized this as the first time since she was a baby that her father was going to change her messy diaper. Funnily enough, Priscilla wasn't embarrassed at this situation.
Just at peace and content with things.
Poseidon didn't need to say anything. He just got to work and Priscilla helped, having been through enough diaper changes with Grovette to know what she needed to do. Poseidon undid the tapes and folded the diaper open, revealing the poop inside. He made a big show of fanning his nose, making Priscilla giggle.
Posieodn used the inside front of the diaper to wipe the majority of the mess away, and then he moved the soiled diaper aside, holding Priscilla's legs and bottom off the changing mat with his free hand. The god of the sea started conjuring wet wipe after wet wipe, using them to capacity as he cleaned his daughter's butt, setting each filthy wipe inside the diaper.
He could've just waved his hand and willed this whole procedure done, but he hadn't. Poseidon had chosen to undergo this process by hand. Well, mostly by hand. After Priscilla's privates were all clean, it was to her mortification that she had an erection from all the touching.
Poseidon wasn't bothered at the sight of his daughter's latent boy parts. "Do you want me get rid of that?" he asked. When Priscilla let out a stranged, terrified screech, Poseidon quickly amended his statement. "Do you want me to fully turn you into a girl? Your penis into a vagina?"
Priscilla had to take a few calming breaths after going into panic mode thinking her father was going to chop her anatomy off. She thought about it for a little bit, whether she wanted to be a full, complete girl or keep her little sword, and she made her choice.
"No, thanks," she said. "I want to keep it."
"What about everything else?"
Priscilla didn't have to think hard on everything else. "I want to keep it too. All of it. Well, almost all of it. I like my body, and I…I like diapers now, too. But I want my name back. I want to be Percy. And I want my potty training back, too, that way I have the choice about whether I wear a diaper or not, instead of being dependent on them."
"Done."
And Percy felt it. She felt the shift in the magic in her body that governed her curse shift and change. Her name came back to her, but her thoughts on her gender and her pronouns remained the same. She kept her penis, but her feminine body stayed as it was. Just like how the tingly numbness steadily vanished from one's legs after sitting too long, or one's arm after sleeping on it, that same tingly feeling rose up in Percy's sphincters and faded. That's when she felt she had to pee, and knew her potty training was back.
She was no longer diaper dependent.
"I need to pee," Percy announced.
Poseidon smiled. "Bathroom's down the hall, two doors on the left."
Percy got up, her romper falling back around her, and she went to pee in a toilet for the first time in over a week. It was a strange and foreign feeling, actually sitting down, consciously aware of the need to relieve herself, and have control over her own muscles to make that happen.
She finished, gave her junk a wipe anyway, flushed, and went back to the living room. On the coffee table, Poseidon had laid out three different kinds of underwear. Panties with Ariel and Flounder to match her jumper, a pink pull-up also with Ariel and Flounder, and finally one of her familiar blue DC Idyl diapers.
"Pick whichever one-"
Percy grabbed the diaper.
"You got it, daughter."
Percy felt those happy butterflies in her stomach again when Poseidon called her daughter.
The sea god diapered Percy, and then they got comfy on the couch together. Despite it being the middle of the summer, Poseidon had the fire going. But since he had sovereign control over his own Olympian palace, he'd lowered the internal temperature to where the fire was a welcome and comforting source of heat.
Perhaps saying it was "feminine" behavior was a bit demeaning, but Percy didn't care. She had curled up against her father's side and was enjoying listening to his heartbeat against her ear as she watched the flames dance.
"We've only got about another ten minutes together," Poseidon said. "Now is the time to ask any questions you have, and say anything you want to say."
"Why did you leave us?"
Poseidon sighed. "We gods have duties and responsibilities to our domains and the cosmos. Sometimes we become lax in those duties, and that's when disasters start occurring. When you were born and I started visiting, the oceans and the creatures of the old deep started getting uppity. It's my job to prevent oceanic disasters as best I can.
"That's only part of the reason, though. We gods…we cannot stay with our mortal children, or show them excessive favor. That is a law passed by the Fates, one that Zeus is charged to uphold as the master of the house. For good reason, too. Percy, if I could've, I would've stayed with you and your mother forever. I would've brought you to my palace in Atlantis, Sally as my queen, and you as my prince…well, princess."
"Don't you have a wife, though? And a son? Amphitrite and Triton? Wouldn't they, uh, not be happy with that?"
"The way immortals react to situations like these is nothing like how mortals react. Both of you would have been welcomed."
"Oh…"
Poseidon squeezed his daughter. "Do not think I have been blind to the filth you call Smelly Gabe. His time is soon upon him."
"He's going to die?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Poseidon nodded at that, having no qualms about his daughter desiring the death of a despicable man like Gabe.
There was a muffled rumble of thunder, making the sea god sigh.
"That's our two-minute warning. Zeus will literally throw you off Olympus if you're still here."
"He can get away with that?" Percy asked.
"As king of the gods, he can get away with pretty much anything, especially when it comes to enforcing the laws regarding god/demigod interactions." Poseidon squeezed his daughter's shoulder and they got off the couch.
A light suddenly went off in Percy's head. "What about Mom!? She's still in the Underworld and we need-"
Poseidon put his finger over his little girl's lips, shushing her. "Brother Hades is the best of us. He does his job with more diligence and efficiency than me and Zeus combined. He is also the most reasonable, hands down, no gray area. Sally has already been released."
"Yay…" Percy breathed out in total relief.
Unable to resist embarrassing Percy a little, the sea god grabbed her shoulder, lifted the skirt of her romper, and tugged out the back of her diaper.
"Daddy! I'm potty trained again! I can feel when I need to go to the bathroom now!"
"Just making sure, baby."
PJOABDL
Poseidon teleported Percy to Half-Blood Hill, where Grovette, Annabeth, and the moon goddess herself were waiting.
Artemis had her auburn hair tied into a high ponytail. She wore a silvery tank top with a black training bra, since she was taking the form of a prepubescent twelve-year-old, black jeans, and black sneakers. A bow and quiver were on her back.
"Hello, Percy," Artemis said…warmly, of all ways. "You three have done well. Overperformed, even, given your curses. As such, I give all of you the option of deciding what you do now. Percy, Uncle Poseidon has already informed me of your decision."
Artemis turned and explained what Percy had chosen: her name back, her anatomy, and her continence, along with keeping her diapers.
Annabeth raised her hand. "Abba gah-gah?"
"Granted," Artemis said.
"And may I-" Annabeth gasped, surprised and elated. "May I also have my continence back? I, uh, don't really like uncontrollably pooping my pants."
"I don't know many girls that do enjoy soiling themselves."
Annabeth blinked. That implied that Artemis knew girls that did enjoy pooping themselves. Annabeth felt the same tingling in her bowels that Percy had earlier, and she knew she had her continence. As such, since she was still wearing the diaper Grovette had changed her into on the beach after the Ares fight, Annabeth proceeded to willingly mess in herself.
Grovette blinked when she saw the seat of Annabeth's shorts gain a little bump in the middle.
The blonde smiled at Percy. "I like diapers too now."
Percy smiled back.
Artemis nodded and looked at Grovette. "The sissy neko maid. Plugged and caged. What is your desire?"
"The cage and the plug removed, please, my lady."
"Anything else? Your horns? Your Searcher's License, perhaps? Your name? Would you like your tail and your ears to go away?"
"No, my lady. Like these two, I've grown accustomed to this. The sexual aspects I can do without, but I like this new life, being the…neko…maid guardian of these two girls."
"Granted," Artemis said.
Grovette felt the cage vanish from around her cock and the plug in her ass disappeared. She felt a thong materialize on her, a pouch built into the crotch to accommodate her package. The skirt of her dress lengthened to a more modest level, and her dress itself changed as well, going from a slutty maid to something respectable and dignified.
"You are now the governess of these two," Artemis declared. "Adhere to this station with the pride and dignity as one charged by the gods to look after their children."
Grovette curtsied, her kitty ears twitching as her tail waved. "Yes, m'lady."
Annabeth raised her hand. "Does this make us…like, your daughters or something?"
"Something," Artemis answered after briefly mulling it over. "You three certainly have my interest and favor. Not many people cursed by me live through it, let alone come to enjoy it. But to be my daughters, you would have to become part of my Hunt."
"Which we can't do, since Percy and Grovette are technically boys."
"No," the goddess shook her head. "One's gender means nothing to me. I have had boys beseech me and ask for me to turn them into girls so they can join, and I have had girls ask for me to turn them into boys so they can lead a new life that they think will be better for them. I have allowed boys join my Hunt as is, and those in between a boy and a girl as well. No, the reason I will not permit you—Annabeth and Percy—into my Hunt, is because you have become romantically involved. I do not allow romance of any kind within my Hunt."
Annabeth blinked. "Not even between the Hunters themselves?"
Artemis shook her. "Not even between my Hunters. If they fall in love with someone outside the Hunt and tell me about it, I discharge them with honor and let them leave with my blessing. The same is true if they fall in love inside the Hunt. However, if they become smitten and attempt to hide it from me, then my wrath is severe."
"Oh."
Artemis nodded. "That is why I will not allow you two in my Hunt. Grovette, on the other hand, is welcome to join if she desires."
"No, thank you, m'lady."
"That's what I thought. However, the invitation is always open to you, unless you find romantic love, and the same to both of you should you, ah, break up, and want a life away from mortality. Pray to me, and I will answer."
"Yes, m'lady." Grovette bowed.
Annabeth bowed almost right after, and Percy quickly followed, tugging down the back of her jumper dress to keep her diaper covered.
"Now, unless there's anything else, I will take my leave now."
"Hang on!" Percy said.
Artemis cocked a brow when Percy brought the other two into a huddle, and they began whispering. As a goddess, she simply could've raised her hearing and listened to every word out of their mouths from across the planet, but she decided to be nice and let them have their meeting.
"Are you nuts!?" Annabeth hissed loudly enough to be heard.
"Shhh!" Percy said, and then she went back to whispering. Then, "High risk, high reward, right?"
"I don't think the reward warrants the risk," Annabeth said.
"You know you want to."
"…fine."
Percy nodded at Grovette.
"Lady Artemis? Could you take a look at something for me, please? I found this rock and I was hoping you could identify it."
And Grovette did indeed produce a rock out of a pocket in her dress.
Raising a brow, with her wits about her, Artemis walked forward to get a better look at the rock. Grovette held her hand out, her fingers curled just enough to where those silver eyes couldn't see the whole rock, and so she stood barely two feet away so she could see it in its entirety.
"Ah, yes. I know this one. It's a-"
Quicker than cats, Annabeth grabbed Artemis's shoulders, holding her in place, and Percy grabbed Artemis's jeans. And ripped them right off the goddess's legs.
"KYAAAAH!"
"I knew it!" Percy cried. "She is wearing a diaper!"
"And she pooped in it!" Annabeth exclaimed.
And it was true. Taped around Artemis's petite little butt was a Pampers Cruisers baby diaper, Size 7 according to the little faux tag on the back of the diaper, along the green waistband. Also on the back of the diaper was the design of a couple of fake jeans pockets, and sticking out of those pockets was the cartoon visage of a smiling Elmo and Cookie Monster. And yes, the brown-stained seat of the otherwise white padding did prove that the goddess Artemis had gone poo-poo in her pants.
With Grovette's newfound experience with kids and their dirty diapers, she identified the mess in Artemis's diaper to be of the loose and gooey kind, which was her diaper was all brown and there wasn't any kind of bulge. The slop was all spread over her butt, trapped by the leakguards of her diaper.
"You…you two…" Artemis stuttered, so mortified and shocked that she couldn't muster the energy to be furious.
Grovette gently set her hand on the goddess's shoulder. "It's okay, baby. Even big goddesses like you can make big stinkies in their pants. Let's get you changed into a clean diaper, okay?"
"Wha…changed…?" Artemis said dazedly. Her system was so shocked she was teetering on an out-of-body experience.
As such, Grovette easily went about changing the prepubescent goddess's messy diaper, getting the changing mat out of the diaper bag she still had with her, one of Percy's blue diapers with the playing kittens along the landing zone, the wipes, powder, and lotion.
Since they'd had their fun, Percy and Annabeth averted their eyes to avoid seeing Artemis's messy genitals, but they did giggle at what they'd just seen, a goddess in a brown-stained baby diaper.
Not an adult diaper, but an actual baby's diaper. Those Pampers sure were stretchy, since there was no magic alteration at all. Artemis had essentially just gone to the store and bought a genuine pack right off the shelf.
It had always bothered Percy since the beginning of their curse that Artemis had been so specific. Diapers, incontinence, babble, bottles, a sissy maid—why? Why would an ancient Greek goddess levy a curse that revolved around modern fetishes? And so consistently as well? There had to be a reason Artemis chose a diaper curse, and Percy had her theory.
With that little stunt, she confirmed it: Artemis the Moon Goddess was a poopy little diaper girl!
Grovette finished changing Artemis's diaper, taping the much thicker blue on to her hips. "There we go. All nice and clean? Doesn't that feel so much better? Being out of that yucky diapee? Yeah? Yeah. Who's a clean baby happy to be in a fresh, comfy diapee? You are, yes you are!"
Artemis was blushing a bright gold the whole time, so embarrassed that she'd had her jeans ripped off and her dirty diaper exposed by a couple of babies to do anything besides obediently lay there like a good girl. When Grovette's started baby-talking down to her, she only blushed harder…and then broke into uncontrollable giggled when the sissy neko started blowing raspberries into her tummy after lifting her tank top.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Artemis giggled hysterically. "I can't-"
She burst into a swarm of butterflies, flew away, and reconstituted herself a small distance later, blushing furiously. She conjured another pair of bottoms, but in her haste, she made a pair of tight-fitting silver tempo shorts with a black stripe. The nature of the athletic shorts did not at all hide the bulge of her much thicker diaper. Compounded with the fact that her tank top had gotten bunched up at the bottom, and therefore the whole top of her diaper's waistband was visible around her whole waist, Artemis was the perfect visage of an embarrassed toddler.
At the three-fold giggling sent her way, Artemis looked down at herself, blushed again, and magically altered her clothes once more. Curiously enough, she did not alter her diaper.
"I should—I should—urgh! You three-!" Artemis had rebooted.
Percy grinned. "It's okay. We like diapers too. I mean, Annabeth pooped herself and isn't complaining."
Annabeth nodded fervently. Obviously, she hadn't been changed yet, and was quite fine with the warm mess pressed against her butt.
"M'lady, if you ever want to be babysat, you know where to find me. I'm sure these two would love a playmate."
Artemis couldn't take it anymore. At Grovette's kindly suggestion to have a diapered playdate with the girls, she teleported away, too embarrassed and mortified to say or do anything else.
PJOABDL
Well, the rest of the story was simple.
Grovette removed herself from the reach of the Council of Cloven Elders and essentially declared herself a devotee of Artemis. Her hands became exceedingly full with keeping Percy and Annabeth from having sex at the glorious age of thirteen.
You see, Annabeth had this invisibility hat, and Percy had this whole cabin to herself, and since they wore diapers and were a couple in the midst of puberty, the did change each other's diapers like they'd done on the quest, and you can connect the dots yourself what changing a diaper does to a hormonal teenager.
Percy's new life as a girl was best explained by saying that sending off Medusa's head like she had resulted in a punishment from Artemis, and after the fact, Percy had elected to stay a girl. The presence of her penis was kept a secret, because that was no one's business besides hers, Annabeth's, Grovette's, and Sally's.
Obviously, Sally had to be told. Chiron allowed the trio to leave the camp grounds to go explain things before the summer ended. Percy had been a nervous wreck, trying to figure out how to explain to her mom that she'd pissed off a goddess, got cursed, developed a diaper fetish, landed a girlfriend that also developed a diaper fetish, and her best friend/protector was now her sissy neko governess.
Not to mention the presence of Gabe.
However, Gabe was gone when the trio arrived, had been for a few weeks now. One of those mysterious, unsolved disappearance cases. Meanwhile, the nearby art museum gained a new exhibit called The Poker Player, a rock sculpture of such exceeding lifelikeness that the museum had paid Sally enough money for her to quit work and go back to college full-time. The museum also begged Sally for more sculptures, but she politely declined on the grounds that sculpting wasn't her passion.
Sally had also been informed by Poseidon of her former son's new life as a diapered girl. Sally happily welcomed Annabeth and Grovette in as well, and showed the girls Percy's room, revealing a closet full of dresses and skirts and blouses, and a dresser full of nighties, diapers, pull-ups, and panties. For Annabeth, too.
Everything was good at the Jackson apartment.
At camp, the girls kept their diapers a secret for as much as possible, but it was inevitable that they were outed. A pantsing prank resulted in their diapers being exposed, leading to confusion, then teasing, and then no one dared to say a word after Percy throttled Clarisse in the arena after challenging her to a fight.
The daughter of Poseidon, diapered and without pants, literally beat the shit of Clarisse. The one-sided fight ended the same way Bane vs. Batman ended, with Percy lifting Clarisse high above her head, then bringing her down hard on her knee. So hard that Clarisse's spine broke, and she got to enjoy almost two weeks of diapers herself since she was paralyzed from the waist down, unable to feel when she needed to potty.
But she recovered thanks to magic Apollo children healing, nectar drank from a bottle, and pureed ambrosia spoon-fed from a jar.
When school came back around, Annabeth sent a letter to her father saying she'd made a girlfriend and would be attending school in Manhattan. Her father sent a letter back fast as possible, saying he was extremely happy for her, wished her the best, couldn't wait to meet the girl (preferably Thanksgiving or Christmas break), and couldn't wait to see her again. He was also so very, very sorry for the way he'd been to her during her childhood.
Percy was enrolled as a girl, which raised some confusion amongst the school since all records of Percy said she was a boy. Since apparently no one thought to alter the Mist to make it so Percy was always a girl in the eyes of the official record, the easiest way for Sally to explain it was that her son had begun to transition during the summer and was now her daughter, and that she expected nothing but the full cooperation from the staff, the schoolboard, and the law. And under New York law, Percy was given all the protection a transgender student could be given at the time.
And Sally also had to explain that Percy had suffered an accident that damaged her spine, and that Annabeth also had spinal damage, which is what had brought them together as a couple, and that they would be wearing pull-ups to manage their incontinence disability, giving them the perfect excuse to ditch classes and continue wearing as they desired. Of course, Sally had to provide the pull-ups, powder, and wipes, but the school nurse provided the bathroom, gloves, and changing mat if she needed to help with changing.
Which she never did because Percy and Annabeth could manage their own changes.
As for the whole rest of the PJO story…it's just Percabeth with a diaper fetish, and Percy's basically a trans-girl.
Led to some interesting interactions on the Argo II. Especially with Piper.
PJOABDL
And thus concludes the story of the Artemis Punishment!
After two and a half years, good Lord.
Now it's time to finish Babies of the Hunt, and then I've got one-shot about Artemis sending Reyna to kindergarten planned out.
PJOABDL
Artemis teleported into her tent after her diaper change and her private embarrassment on the hill. She'd changed her clothes one way, and mid-teleport, she'd accidentally changed them again. Now she was wearing a short, lacy baby dress with some poofy sleeves and pink embroidery.
The flap to her tent opened, and the goddess paled.
"M'lady, I sensed your return. Welcome back—oh!" Zoe Nightshade paused her greeting when she saw the state of her goddess. Then she smiled. "I didn't know there was a little baby goddess in here today. Are you hungry, pumpkin? Momma has just the thing for you…"
Artemis gulped when her lieutenant approached her, removing her shirt and bra to reveal a pair of pert nipples, ripe for suckling.
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