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Frank's supposed death in canon hit hard. At least, for the handful of pages until a pegasus came dragging his body back onto the scene and he was just fine. A little burned, but just fine. However, in this story, there is no "supposed" death. No, Frank actually died during the Battle of New Rome when emperors Caligula and Commodus attacked. The explosion outright destroyed his body. He was vaporized, nothing to bring back.

Hazel was obviously devastated, and her cold fury carried through the destruction of Terminus and a few hours later, but then it gave way to gut-wrenching sobs and a shattered heart. Leo and Piper came flying in on Festus, Nico shadow-traveled with Will, and Percy and Annabeth finally arrived with Grover after their cross-country road trip from New York to California. It was a time of great mourning for the heroes, a time of memorial for New Rome as the dead were cremated, and a time for healing.

Healing in the same way that scars healed.

Hazel would get her smile back eventually, but it was never as bright and big as it used to be. She became praetor along with Reyna, the daughter of Bellona unable to leave her legion for the Hunters of Artemis with Hazel as broken as she was. At least, not until a suitable replacement was found and Reyna finally retired from the stressful life and became a Hunter with Thalia. Michael Kahale did his best as praetor, but he wasn't Reyna, and he certainly wasn't Frank.

A day-to-day routine eventually settled for the demigods of New Rome, those of the legion and those who had been honorably discharged. Percy and Annabeth started college, Piper and Leo started high school. Hazel and Michael led the legion, tried to start a relationship, but it never worked out. They just couldn't. Michael wasn't Frank, and Hazel wasn't even Michael's type.

Still, Hazel kept her chin up and her spirits high, but to those who knew her, those who spent three months with her on a flying boat, they could tell she was hurting, her heart aching with sorrow even as the weeks became months. It seemed that Hazel would never recover from Frank's death, and she would carry the agony with her for the rest of her life, instead laying his memory to rest so she could move on.

Until Percy got an idea.

"You and Rachel need to get together and make some art."

Him, Annabeth, and Hazel were enjoying lunch together in September, the weather still warm enough to warrant shirts and t-shirts. The legion was off today, and the couple had no classes, their homework all caught up.

Hazel turned bright red and Annabeth slapped her boyfriend's arm.

"Percy!"

"What?" Percy asked indignantly.

"Phrasing," Annabeth stressed.

Percy reviewed what he said and drew a blank as to what was wrong with it. He decided that girls were just weird. "Rachel's in Paris studying art from the professionals, and she's taking an interest in sculpting. But she doesn't want to use things like rocks and wood. She actually doesn't know what she wants to use, or even wants to make. With your curse gone, you can summon all the precious metals you want. I was thinking you could shadow travel to Paris and see if you could help her out."

"Thanks, but-"

"But nothing," Annabeth cut her off. "You need a break, Hazel. A change of scenery. A breath of fresh air somewhere else. You're going to Paris to help Rachel with her sculpting, got it?"

"When did you two become my mom and dad?" Hazel asked.

"We've always been your mom and dad, young lady," Percy said sternly. "And as your parents, we have decided this is what's best for you."

"Ugh, fine," Hazel pouted, kicking her foot against the table with a huff.

The three of them maintained straight faces for all of three seconds before they started cracking up. Then they were full-blown laughing with each other.

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With the unprecedented downtime that came with the defeat of Gaea and months later the emperors, monster activity was at an all-time low. As such, it was easy for Hazel to announce she was taking a break and leaving the legion in Michael's hands for a while. Rachel had been notified that Hazel was coming, and it was easy for Hazel to shadow travel to Paris. Thanks to lessons from Nico, the daughter of Pluto could use the teleportation power to great effect without straining herself.

"Hazel!" Rachel greeted warmly when the girl stepped out of the shadows to the redhead's dorm.

"Rachel!" Hazel beamed back.

The two hugged each other tightly. They weren't strangers, they'd spent plenty of time together after the Giant War and the camps were together for a time. During the remaining time of summer after the destruction of Nero and Python, the camps had bounced members back and forth to help as needed. As the new praetor, Hazel had been doing a lot of that bouncing, hooking up with her brother and bunking with him. Since Rachel was friend to Nico and Will, she became a closer friend with Hazel since the Giant War. They weren't sisters, but they did consider each other best friends.

"It's good to see you!" Rachel said. "I'm glad you're here."

"It's good to see you, too. I'm also...glad I'm here."

Rachel snorted. "Come on. I'll show you what I've got."

Hazel flushed a little. Puberty was doing strange things to her mind.

Rachel showed Hazel her "thoughtbook," the journal in which she recorded all her artistic ideas in the form of sketches. The middle of the journal contained the few pages of potential sculptures, the rest of the journal empty. Hazel was struck by Rachel's natural artistic talent, and talks about what material to use and how best to shape it eventually devolved into talking about every other thing Rachel had written down, and soon the other journals, pages all filled up, were brought out.

For hours on end, the girls talked and talked, sharing more time together in this single instance than they had in the past year.

As for Hazel, she lost herself in Rachel's world.

As for Rachel, she was glad the whole purpose behind this thing was bearing fruit.

Hazel's golden eyes were sparkling, her smile sincere. Her face was lit up and her posture was completely relaxed and at ease. Rachel would even dare to say that, at least for right now, Hazel had moved past Frank's death, and was now living in the present instead of the past.

The hours wore on. Hazel had arrived in the morning, and then kept going higher and higher, and eventually it started going lower and lower. Lunch was skipped on account of the fact that the girls were too absorbed in each other to notice it was lunchtime. Dinnertime, however, that was noticed, if only because Hazel had started to squirm in place thirty minutes ago.

"You okay?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah. Just need to use the little praetor's room."

"Ah. All the way at the end of the hall to the left. Hang a right, and the bathrooms are down the middle on your right."

"Thanks."

Yeah, for whatever reason, Rachel had a dorm that didn't have a bathroom built into it, meaning whenever she needed to shower or use the toilet, she had to march down the hall and just hope that there was an unoccupied stall. A stall for the toilet and a stall for the shower. All while battling the notion that some other girl had been in these places previously, having their filth pushed out of them, having their filth washed off of them.

It was really nasty, in retrospect.

Hazel went speed-walking down the hall. She actually hadn't been to the bathroom since yesterday afternoon, a full 24 hours ago. She just hadn't felt the need to go yesterday after dinner, and this morning she'd been too eager to get to Paris and take a load off her mind. Now it honestly felt like she was about to load her underwear. Lunch, dinner, and today's breakfast were all ready to come out. Not to mention all the accompanying fluid. Hazel's bladder wasn't happy with her either.

The reason why she didn't just shadow travel into the bathroom was because A) she didn't want to pop out of the shadows and scare someone, and B) shadow travel did things to the body, because it was shadow travel, not shadow teleportation. When executing the power, one entered the shadows and essentially made their way through a time-space tunnel. Hazel was certain that if she did that, she'd have an accident.

She still might as she made her way down the longest hall in the world. Good gods! Rachel hadn't mentioned the hallway to be as long as a football field!

Every step Hazel took made her feel closer and closer to losing it. She'd held it all too long, and now her muscles were protesting their clenched state, threatening mutiny if she didn't plant her butt on a potty soon. Hazel saw a community trashcan in the hall, entertained it, but decided against it. She was a lady, one not that desperate yet.

More steps, the trashcan was way behind her now. Beads of sweat lined Hazel's brow as she continued to fight. Come on, girl! Hazel mentally cheered herself on. You fought Gaea and won, and did a whole bunch of other things! You can make it to the potty!

She didn't know exactly where "potty" came from, but she didn't care. She made it to the corner and turned. Her heart sank at the length of the new stretch of hallway. It was just as long and taunting as the one behind her. A door opened down the hall and Hazel hid behind the corner. She was technically trespassing, since she was not a student here, and so she really didn't want to be seen, if only so she didn't have to warp the Mist around people. It sorta/kinda didn't sit well with her, using the Mist like that, effectively a form of mind control.

The girls vanished down the hall, and so Hazel resumed her arduous task of finding the bathroom. Each step was killer on her bladder and bowels, each step bringing her closer and closer to the brink of one of the most humiliating happenings in a person's life.

"There you are!"

Rachel's voice came from barely two feet from behind Hazel, and the poor praetor screamed, drawing her spatha in a wild, twisting swing. The only thing that saved Rachel's life was the fact that as a mortal, the Imperial gold did not affect her, and so she was saved from being sliced in half from the waist to the shoulder, because Hazel was certainly strong enough to cleave her in such a way, being the daughter of Pluto.

"Oh, dear..." Rachel said.

In startling the girl out of time, Hazel had lost her battle. Pee was still streaming down her jeans, darkening the insides all the way down to the leg cuffs, then soaking into her socks and shoes and beyond to form a rapidly growing puddle on the tile floors. The stench in the air made it abundantly clear that Hazel had also pooped herself.

It was not a pleasant feeling. All that digested food left to churn for the whole day, turned from what might've been solid logs into a soft goo. It had all left Hazel's butthole in a single, huge wave of sludge that met the twofold resistance of her low-rise briefs and skinny jeans, mashing and spreading throughout the confines of her panties, leaving them to ooze over the surface of her muscular butt, down her legs a little bit, and even up past the waistband a little bit. Hazel felt the bottom of her shirt become glued to her skin. Despite the spread, there was still enough that piled into a decent-sized lump in the seat of Hazel's jeans, the whole back of which was stained brownish green.

"Hazel, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

Hazel's face contorted, shock turning into embarrassment and humiliation. Her face turned red, tears fell from her eyes, and she was so desperate for comfort that even with her pants overflowing with poop and drenched with pee, that she unabatedly launched herself at Rachel, wrapping her arms around the taller girl's neck as she buried her face into her shoulder to sob.

Rachel's heart thudded in her chest as she was hugged by Hazel. She was being hugged by a girl who was currently wearing wet and messy pants. The puddle of pee was still fresh on the floor, as was the stink of poop. Hazel's poop. Poop that was currently filling up the whole seat of Hazel's jeans. While Rachel certainly felt unbelievably sorry for the girl, and totally regretted that her actions had led to Hazel's accident, another part of her couldn't help but feel really, really naughty...and really, really, really excited.

How many times had she fingered herself to a similar scenario? How many pairs of panties had she ruined in her own experimental pursuits? Rachel had lost count. She'd also resigned herself to the fact that her fantasies would always remain as just that. Yet here she was, almost living out her fantasy, here with another girl that had just loaded her panties. It was just horrible that it was Hazel, the sweet little cinnamon bun.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay. Let's get you to the shower. I'll get you going, and I'll be back with some of your clothes, okay? Okay."

Practically carrying her, Rachel completed the journey. She got the shower going, gingerly helped Hazel undress, put all her dirty clothes in a school-provided laundry bag, and left Hazel to clean herself up. Jogging back to her dorm, Rachel bit her lip when she eyed her closet. What if she brought...? No. Hazel would not at all appreciate that. And it would raise too many questions that Rachel didn't want to answer. In fact, she just needed to put this whole situation out of her mind.

It was an accident. Even fifteen-year-olds like Hazel could have poopy accidents.

Rachel certainly had plenty of "accidents" to her name since boarding by herself.

The redhead went through Hazel's bag, getting out a pajama shirt, shorts, and another pair of low-rise briefs. In fact, that was the only type of panty that Hazel had brought. And they were all solid colors. Rachel's first thought was that Hazel was on her period, but there weren't any supplies for that in her bag, and Hazel wasn't the type to just up and say she was and then expect Rachel to loan her some tampons. She was far too nice and private and conservative to do that. With that thought, Rachel realized why Hazel only had low-rise briefs in solid colors as opposed to something a little more age-appropriate, like thongs: she was too conservative.

Of course a girl from the 1940s wouldn't go for the skimpier kinds of underwear.

Anyway, putting her marvels regarding Hazel's panties aside, Rachel gathered the clothes and went back down the hallway to the bathrooms, hoping Hazel was feeling okay.

As it so happened, Hazel was feeling confused. She'd just peed and pooped her pants for the first time since the Argo II, when a particularly nasty bout of seasickness overcame her, and instead of throwing up, it all came out her butt. Then there was the bedwetting incident when she had a nightmare unrelated to the quest. Just a bad dream that led to an accident. The thing was, both of those times, she hadn't felt particularly disgusted. Humiliated and embarrassed, yes, but disgusted? Not overwhelmingly.

In fact, it had felt...kind of nice...

The warm squishiness pressed against her butt...

It cleaned up easily enough. Just get in the shower and let the water wash it all off, and then take the soap, give yourself a good scrubbing, and then the floor out of courtesy to everyone else, and you were all set.

But Hazel couldn't talk to anyone about this. These strange feelings regarding something that was supposed to be disgusting, revolting, and totally abnormal-no disrespect towards incontinent people, of course, Hazel rapidly thought to herself.

She was the praetor. The leader of the legion. And she was the daughter of Pluto. She had an image to maintain, a reputation to uphold. She couldn't go around experimenting with pooping her pants, even in the privacy of the praetor's barracks. She just couldn't do it. She wouldn't allow herself. Besides, what would Rachel say if she knew that Hazel entertained the idea of pooping herself?

Ironically, Rachel was totally into that.

The redhead returned, set Hazel's clothes and a towel down on a bench outside the curtain, and minutes later, Hazel joined the redhead back in her dorm.

"Thanks," the daughter of Pluto.

"You're welcome. Sorry for scaring you like that. I guess it's a good thing I'm mortal, huh?"

"Yeah," Hazel laughed a little, "or else there's be an even bigger mess to clean up. Speaking of, uh..."

"I got the janitors on it. Told them that I held it too long working on a project, and on my way to the bathroom, I sneezed too hard."

"And they bought that?"

"Like discount peixe," Rachel grinned.

Hazel blinked, unfamiliar with that word. "Uh, I guess that's something really cheap?"

"Yep."

"Okay."

The two had dinner comprised of TV dinners and enjoyed some hour-long mystery programs until they couldn't keep their eyes open. Rachel shut everything down and they fell asleep within minutes of the lights going off.

Come morning, Hazel awoke to a smell in the room, a smelly she was familiar with after yesterday. Her pulse quickened and she reached for her butt, and then became confused when she felt that her underwear was dry.

Three feet from Hazel's back, Rachel's heart was pounding hard as she gambled. She'd woken up before Hazel had, and after making sure of that fact, she'd unceremoniously relaxed her bowels and pushed a big, solid mess into her bikini panties. She'd felt the bulge already, and likened it to there being a baseball in her shorts. It was all a matter of Hazel's response.

Hazel gently lifted the covers and stifled a gasped when she saw the big bulge there in the seat of Rachel's pajama shorts. She'd...she'd...she'd pooped herself sometime in the night! Rachel had a poopy nighttime accident! Hazel turned red, and turned redder when she felt her crotch unexpectedly warm up.

What should she do?

Swallowing, deciding that it was best to take action before Rachel got a rash, and to spare her nose from the smell, Hazel reached over and gently shook the redhead. Rachel did a good job pretending she was just now being woken.

"Huh? Wha-? What's that smell? Dude, did you fart?"

"Uh, no, actually. Rachel, um...you pooped."

"I what?"

"You pooped. In your pants. You pooped your pants. Last night. You pooped yourself in your sleep. Uh, you had an accident? A bed...messing accident. Like bedwetting, but you pooped, so, uh...bedmessing. You messed your bed."

Rachel had to turn her head so Hazel didn't see her smile. Gods, she was so adorable. But Rachel saw the blush and the uncertainty in Hazel's golden eyes. She was turned on and didn't know what to do about it. Alright, Rachel could move things along.

"Oh, dang. Well, thanks for telling me. I'll go take a shower now."

"Um, yeah. That's a good idea."

Rachel slid out of bed and went over to grab her slippers, the ones in her closet. She felt her smelly load against her butt with every step and movement. She felt Hazel's eyes following her, following the bulge in her shorts. Rachel opened the closet door, making sure it was slightly visible, bent over at the waist and grabbed her shoes, then she went over to her desk and sat down, squishing the poop in her panties all over her butt. Rachel heard Hazel squeak and ignored it.

She put her slippers on, went over to her dresser, got some clean panties and pajamas, "Kay, I'll be back in a bit. Hold the fort down, will ya?"

"Y-Yeah," Hazel said, almost breathlessly.

She'd been watching Rachel's stinky butt, eyeing the stains on the fabric of her shorts, and had seen what Rachel had wanted her to see. Rachel left for the shower, uncaring if anyone spotted her. It was much too early anyway. None of these other girls who thought themselves as artists were ever up this early.

Hazel was feeling really hot between her legs after watching all of that. Her eyes were drawn to the closet, though it might be an invasion of privacy, she couldn't help herself. She got up and went to the closet, getting on her knees, and fished around. She grabbed plastic and pulled out a bag of what she recognized as adult diapers. Very colorful adult diapers.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she beheld the rainbow-colored items.

Why would Rachel have these? Was she incontinent? Did she have regular accidents? Or was she...into this?

"Hey, there."

Hazel screeched and jumped no less than 20 feet away from where she was crouched on her knees. Rachel watched her sail, mildly impressed with power of a demigod. Hazel landed on the bed, bouncing on it, the springs creaking. Her hand was over her chest, breathing hard. Rachel went over and pulled one of her diapers out.

"These are Pride diapers, meant to be the best of the ABDL and LGBT worlds. While I'm in total support of the LGBT, I bought these because of the rainbow colors." Rachel unfolded the diaper. The body was white with colored, cartoony unicorns and little rainbows, while the wings of the diaper were the color of the primary rainbow, interspaced with white polkadots. Hazel stared at the huge diaper. Well, huge by her understanding of how big a diaper was supposed to be. Then Rachel, still wearing her poopy shorts and panties, asked the bombshell of a question.

"Want me to put it on you?"

Hazel's jaw dropped in shock. Her? Wear a fetish diaper? Was Rachel being serious? Was this a huge prank? Were Percy and Nico and the others about to burst through the door with cameras? And what about herself? She hadn't worn diapers since she was the age for diapers, and hadn't ever planned to until she became elderly and needed diapers. If she lived that long, of course. Demigod lives were never a guarantee.

Following that line of thinking...

"Was this a set up?" Hazel asked. "Did you really want me to come here to help you with sculpting?"

"Yes," Rachel answered truthfully. "Then you messed yourself, and I saw how you reacted to it. Then I took a gamble and messed myself earlier before you woke up to see how you'd take it, and then I played a little bit and made sure you'd see my diapers. I had a theory, and now it's confirmed. Hazel, you have a closet fetish."

"...I'm not attracted to closets."

Rachel laughed. "I mean you have a fetish you didn't even know about! You're into pantypooping, accidents, etc., and you don't have too much against trying diapers. I'm into diapers, I'm a DL, and I like pooping my panties too. And pooping in my diapers. So, what do you say? Wanna try it?"

And you know what? All things considered, tossing aside all manner of pretenses, Hazel made her decision.

"Yeah. Let's do it."

Rachel grinned. Still wearing her messy panties, she taped Hazel into her first diaper in years. They were close enough in hip size that the diaper was a snug fit, and Rachel did not at all miss the fact that Hazel's pussy was glistening with her fluid. Being cheeky, before she truly left to shower and clean herself up, Rachel swiped a finger up Hazel's diapered crotch, making the girl jump and moan.

Rachel left Hazel all hot and bothered, and with no one around, Hazel took to rubbing herself. She played with her nipples, grinded the heel of her hand into her crotch, and within minutes, she was arching her back and moaning as she orgasmed into her diaper. She collapsed, panting, and just laid there in her creamed diaper until Rachel returned. Naked.

But Hazel wasn't ashamed. Perhaps her conservative 1940s shell had finally been broken. She'd just masturbated, was wearing a fetish diaper, and was thinking how hot the naked redhead with the fire crotch looked, making her a lesbian. Or at least, bisexual.

Rachel had never really considered her sexuality. She'd been interested in Percy, and she was certainly interested in Hazel, but she didn't really feel bisexual. She supposed she was pansexual. She wasn't attracted to just dick or pussy, but to the person attached to them, whoever they were. Rachel put a diaper on, then a tie-dye t-shirt, no bra, and turned to Hazel with a beaming smile.

"Let's get sculpting."

And sculpting they got to.

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Neither of them went any further into the AB side of things other than some wordplay and a onesie or two, but they were heavy diaper lovers. And lovers.

Hazel put finally put Frank's memory to rest and let him go. She would always remember him, always cherish him and love him, and she hoped she was good enough in this life to see him again in Elysium, but she now realized how far past time it was to move on. Rachel was a huge help, and she was the one Hazel moved on with. The two wore diapers together, kissed, touched, and eventually had sex. Hazel couldn't claim to be a virgin, having lost hers on the Argo II to Frank after they got back from seeing Triptolemus in Italy after he turned Nico into corn, but Rachel was.

But she wasn't bothered by losing her virginity to another girl.

It wasn't long until they broke the news to their friends that they together now, and they were met with resounding cheers and support, with Piper joking how she'd done it first, referring to her girlfriend Shel. However, their diapers were their personal secret, something they felt was private business that needed not be shared. Not in the idea that it was damning and they'd be labeled freaks and cast out, but because it was simply their private business.

Hazel and Rachel freely peed and pooped in their diapers and changed each other for years on end. Money was no issue with Hazel's powers, but even so, Rachel became a successful artist amongst the world's best. She landed contracts for movies and videogames, did paintings for charities and auctions, didn't make her lesbian relationship a big deal because she desired to be known as Rachel Elizabeth Levesque, professional artist, not professional artist and lesbian.

Yeah, she took Hazel's name, because with Hazel out of her shell, she was quite dominant and domineering of her redheaded wife.

Sometimes they were kinky and were diapered during some of these public events, but over time, their interest in diapers waned until it was a rare thing. It became nonexistent when they discovered Rachel was pregnant, having become so when they scissored and Hazel came while connected. Magical demigod cum. With children of their own to handle, and all of those ensuing diaper changes, the couple laid their fetish to rest as good memories from a more carefree time.

Now they had major responsibility on the horizon.

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Hope you liked it!

I don't know if there are any other Hazel/Rachel stories out there, probably, but this is certainly the very first ABDL Hachel story! Or is it Razel? Or does it depend on who's on top? In this case, it's Hachel.

The next story is requested by PJOlover1220, featuring Leo and littlespace Hazel. Stay tuned for it!