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Hi y'all! ^ ^
This story was a gift I made for my friend Quisis, where his black mantis OC gets "blessed" by a long-forgotten deity. I had a lotta fun making this, so I hope that all of y'all enjoy this as well.

If you wanna contact them, maybe make friends with them, they are quisis on Discord.

Happy reading! ^^

Tumbnail was made using the tumbnail maker created by TwistedSnakes. (Below) Thanks a bunch for making this tool! My ass couldn't make a thumbnail if I tried

Oh, and obligatory: EVERYONE DEPICTED IN THIS STORY, AS WELL AS ALL OTHER STORIES I WRITE, ARE OVER 18

TwistedSnakes' Tumbnail maker: https://twistedsnakes.com/project/story-thumbnail", "writing": "Under the dim, illuminating moonlight, Kross folds his scythe-like arms tightly against himself. The biting cold of the wind shoves him further into the forest. The black mantis shudders each time the chill crawls up his spine, and the fog that escapes his mouth only clouds the path ahead. All that protects him from the wind is the heavy backpack weighing him down. Had the day been even slightly cloudier, he would have been lost for sure. Though, with where he is now, he's not faring much better.\n\nThe mantis grumbles as he looks down at his map. The lines leading him along trails to lakes and cabins have failed him. Now matter how he squinted at the paper, nowhere on it tells him what trail he's on. He's not even sure he's on the grid anymore.\n\nThis should have been a nice night, Kross thinks as wind pushes him forward, A nice, pleasant stroll through the Whispering Woods to enjoy the beauty of nature. But... fuck is it cold. And where is this trail leading me?\n\nKross looks down to his feet as he walks along. The dirt pathway, weathered by many before him, is starting to narrow. Explains why his map can't tell him anything. The chirping of crickets and hooting of owls call out from the trees, as though telling him to turn back. But turn back to where? Take the same path I got lost on and wander aimlessly on another? No. There's as decent a chance that something is this way as the other paths. Might as well commit.\n\nBut even so, the poor mantis can feel his legs tire from exhaustion, and his abdomen grows sore from whacking against the bark of trees. He stops for a moment to catch his breath. If nothing else, this is an opportunity to appreciate the still calm the Whispering Woods provides.\n\nAnd indeed, the soft swaying of the tall pine trees and the calls of woodland animals is enough to put him at ease.\n\nAnd yet, something feels off to him. Nature is a deceiving thing, and its beauty can be a facade for the things that lurk within it. Kross feels like eyes are beaming down on him at all times. Hopefully, it's just a deer. But he can't tell. He came here to spend time on his own, to get away. But out in the open, he's come to realize, he may never truly be alone.\n\nI'm probably just thinking too hard, Kross dismisses, just need to find something, anything, resembling civilization. Gotta keep moving.\n\nAs grass replaces dirt, and the trail fades from view, Kross' mind is muddled by indecision. Though he walks, he still ponders the idea of turning around. Better lost on the trail than off it. At least then, he just might make his way home. However, all that uncertainty comes to a halt. A warm, dancing light holding back the moonlight, hiding between each leaf of each tree in the way.\n\n``Is... is that a campfire?''\n\nKross walks a bit faster towards those distant embers, a swift relief to find that someone may be out here to help. The cold of the night, once so oppressing, now easy to ignore. His walk turns to a jog. His abdomen scrapes by each branch, each leaving a mark across his wings. But now, with safety at hand, he doesn?t care. He can already feel the heat soothing his chitin.\n\nBut then, how does he know the campers will just... help him? Without question? I?ve never been that much of a socialite, he thinks between gasps for breath, but dammit I have to try!\n\n\fNo, not try. Do. I'll beg for their help, get on my knees and refuse to leave if I have to. But... what if they still say `no?'\n\nWell, thankfully for him, he won't have to beg. After pushing away the last branch, Kross stops dead in his tracks. There are the cozy lights of a fire right in front of him, for he can see the flickering of the flames. But there is no campfire, no campers to speak to.\n\nNo. Instead, he is greeted by... some kind of shack.\n\nThe fire dances inside, which he sees through the wide cracks in the walls. And the smell of smoke tells him that they are very much real. But not a sound escapes from inside. As far as Kross can tell, he's the only person in the Whispering Woods for miles. That can't be right... could it?\n\nKross musters up the strength to call out, to bring attention to himself. Though a part of him still dreads such a thing, he dreads the idea of being lost and alone more. ``Hello,'' he calls, but only his echo calls back.\n\n``H-hello! I... I'm lost here, man, I-I need help!'' Nothing.\n\nChill grapples its way up Kross' spine once more, and for once it's not just the cold.\n\nSomething's... off. No one would leave a fire burning while they leave their home. No one with half a brain cell, at least.\n\nKross takes quiet, careful steps towards the shack, getting a closer look at it He notices that, for a lonely shack in the woods, whoever built it wanted it to be more than just that. The roofing curves upward, becoming thin at the top. There appears to be sharp, spiky edges across the edges of it, as if it's shaped like a curved, serrated blade. It was painted a bright green at one point in time. Someone put the thought in to make this place special. If it was decorated this nicely, then this cabin isn't just made for ordinary hikers.\n\nBut at the same time, it's clear this place has been abandoned for some time. The trail leading here no longer exists, and much of the paint was washed off long ago and replaced with wood rot. Kross could swear there's a hole in the roof that's not supposed to be there. Upon circling to find the entrance, he finds that there isn't a door. Not even hinges to put one up. Just a frame welcoming in the wind. This isn't shelter, this is- was- something else.\n\nWhat... is this? Kross ponders, place is destroyed, clearly. But who would make a cabin this nice in the middle of nowhere? And who would just leave a fire going?\n\nKross takes a deep breath as he inches towards the entrance, and stops just at the frame. Once more, he feels off. Everything about this feels off to Kross. But, unsettling as things may be, whatever may be inside may help get some clues as to where he is. If nothing else, someone had to have lit those flames. Worst case scenario, he can just wait for help to arrive. Hopefully.\n\nWith one peek, the mantis gets a better look inside. Torches surround the insides, one dangerously close to a fallen support beam. He guesses that's what caused the roof to cave in. The room is decorated with tattered and weathered linens, most being green or black. There isn't any furniture beyond a low table to his right with old, chipped pottery. But it's what's in the middle of it all that makes Kross' antennae twitch in curiosity.\n\n\fA statue, half his size and covered in a green moss, greets him. As he steps closer, it doesn't get much clearer who the statue is depicting. Though, as he looks down, he sees the scythe-like arms reaching out. Arms not unlike his.\n\n``A mantis statue,'' Kross mumbles, ``another mantis like me. But what's so special about this guy?''\n\nKross gets in closer to the mantis. Though weathered by time, each curved and spiral symbol on the stone chitin tells him that whoever this is meant something to someone. Though, all that comes to a halt with the moss crawling up the neck, hiding the statue's face from the world. Perhaps... I could help with that. But should I be touching something so old and... so sacred? At least, he assumes it's sacred. But with all this fanfare and decoration surrounding the thing, it's easy to assume such.\n\nHe looks at his hand, and with reluctance and a glance over his shoulder, he reaches over and feels the soft fuzz of the moss. So nice upon his hand. So sad it isn't going to last. Digging in, he gently scrapes the greenery off the statue's face. One by one, a bigger picture is revealed as to what this thing is venerating.\n\nKross tears the last bit of moss from the head, and stares at the thing's face. A mantis' head, no doubt , and the moss hid a crack that curves from the right eye down to the left cheek. And on its forehead, Kross notices, is a third eye, a bit larger than the other two. This isn't some ordinary mantis, Kross realizes. This is something more spiritual. More divine.\n\n``That eye...'' Kross mumbles as he stares back at it. The eye is a curious thing, as is everything within these walls. But there's just... something about that eye. That thousand-yard stare is so... mesmerizing to stare back into. So... soothing. His focus starts to fog a bit, and once more his antennae twitch as curiosity turns to a committed interest. The world around him fades as he grows ever more fascinated by the statue. Perhaps... perhaps there's nothing wrong with admiring it for a little while. It's what the statue's for, right?\n\nA little voice in Kross' head speaks up, as though his intuition is gaining a mind of its\n\n\fown.\n\nKeep staring Keep looking Keep listening\n\nKross leans in a little closer to get a better view of the statue, only to stumble forward.\n\n\fWobbling his arms, and putting one foot forward, he's able to lift himself slowly back to balance. For a second, he was worried he could have fallen onto the thing. The world comes back into focus as Kross looks down at what he tripped on: a stone bowl, one he assumes was used for offerings. Though now, it lies barren aside from a shallow well of murky water and the moss he scraped off.\n\nGiving thanks to whatever this thing is, he thinks, I suppose I can't blame `em. If they got some shelter from the elements here in the middle of nowhere, I'd be pretty thankful, too.\n\nCome to think of it, in a way, the statue did provide something that Kross had asked for. He has the warmth of the torches and some protection from the winds outside. It's not much, but\n\n\fit's something, and he'd rather have this than nothing at all.. He guesses he ought to give thanks for that, even if it's pointless to give thanks to this long-forgotten deity.\n\nTaking off his backpack, Kross rummages through the junk he had either stored or had forgotten to take out when he left. Each item he touched wasn't anything of note: trail mix, a now-useless map, flask of water. Nothing worthy of an offering. At last, after digging into a side pocket, he finally comes up with something: an old coin he had found a long while back.\n\nSetting his bag down, he looks at the coin, then at the bowl below. It's not much, but he couldn't think of anything else that might have been worthy. With a shrug of the shoulders, Kross flips the coin into the bowl, hearing a wet plop as it lands.\n\nKross feels a strange sense of relief. Like a load of pressure was taken off his back. Though it was a small coin, which would probably mean little to the statue, this small act of charity makes Kross feel like he did good. Even if it's for a small moment.\n\nThough, now that the high of giving is wearing off, Kross feels a pit of uncomfort burrowing into him. He enjoys the look of the statue, the look of that eye... but wasn't he creeped out by it a minute ago? Everything about this shrine gives off an aura of creepiness. So why has that been replaced with fascination. With... calm?\n\nWell now that calm has subsided, and has been replaced with another feeling. Kross looks up and around the shrine with twitching antennae, trying to get a better idea of what's around him.\n\nI... I don't think I'm alone...\n\nThere's something in the air that he can't put a finger on. But it makes butterflies run wild in his stomach. The feeling in each gust of wind, every shadow dancing in the fire. He can feel a presence. But from where?\n\nAnd the whispers. Whispers that aren't outside. Whispers that aren't outside his head.\n\nrelax\n\nnothing to fear stay\n\nworship\n\nKross shakes his head violently. He no longer feels welcome here. Someone had to have lit these fires, and maybe this weird cultist or whatever wouldn't like him trespassing in a holy place. Sure this place is his only shelter for miles, but this place feels so overbearing all of the sudden. Against his better judgement, Kross concludes it's better out there than in here. Though hopefully his sleeping bag will keep him protected.\n\nHe grabs his bag and turns to walk out- only to hear a thump from behind, and feel something cold and hard hit the side of his abdomen. He darts his eye over to his rear, and hears the scraping of stone.\n\nThe moss had held the cracks in place, but with it gone all it takes is one irresponsible tap to loosen it.\n\nThe top half of the statue's face scrapes down and slowly, agonizingly slides towards the edge. Kross, in a state of shock, can only gasp as the head falls into the bowl. All is silent for but\n\n\fa moment as the chunk of rock falls, and Kross' eyes widen as it reaches its landing spot. With a loud crash, the face pierces and chips a portion of the bowl, spilling the water and crumbling the brittle rocks into the floor.\n\nA statue ruined, and a bowl destroyed beyond use.\n\n``Shit,'' Kross blurts out, ``F-fuck, man I'm sorry!'' Kross doesn't know why he's apologizing, nor who he's apologizing to. The deity, for destroying its image? The unknown cultist for the same reason? Or perhaps just to make himself feel better. Now, it hardly matters. Such a thing doesn't cross him when all he can think of is how badly he's messed up. ``Fuck dude, it was a mistake! I-it wasn't on purpose!''\n\nA gust of wind blows inside with the strength of a storm. Though brief, it blows through strong enough to snuff out the torches. Kross' heart skips a beat. He's left once more in the cold dark, with neither light nor heat to comfort him. His mind reaches to a million different things at once, trying and failing to figure out what is going on. Only one thing is certain to him: this is too much to be a coincidence.\n\n``At last... a new mantis. I've not seen your kind in so, so long''\n\nWith a yelp of shock, Kross spins himself towards the entrance. Nothing. No weird cultist, no lost hiker, nothing.\n\n``My my. Such a curious little thing. You're looking the wrong way, you know. My form is behind you.''\n\nThe mantis slowly turns himself back towards those same four walls. Nothing. Nobody, nothing, nowhere. Nothing but... but that damned, half-crumbled statue. But as he stares, it almost seems like the statue is... glowing. Glowing with a pale green aura.\n\n``No...'' Kross mumbles, his heart sinking like a stone and a pit of horror sucking his very soul into his chest.\n\n``Yes. Yes, oh-ho yes.''\n\nKross takes a few steps back. His mind fights between running like hell and standing and staring. Though... one thought feels a bit foreign to him.\n\nThe aura rises from the remains, and it begins twisting and contorting. Sythe-like arms, thin antennae, a long winged abdomen. With Kross left frozen in place, the pale green fades, and his otherworldly visitor reveals himself. A mantis like Kross, though green and towering over him with a content smile across his face. His eyes closed as though in contemplation. But as he opens them, he looks down at Kross. Revealing the third eye on his forehead.\n\n``Hello, dear mantis,'' he says softly, ``it is good to see a new face after so many years.'' ``Fuck! Shit, man,'' Kross shrieks, panic welling in the cracks of his voice. He takes a few\n\nsteps back, only to trip and fall on his abdomen. ``I-I was clumsy, it didn't want to do it! I wasn't looking where I was moving and... and you saw how much I panicked when your statute broke! Please, please forgive me I-''\n\n``Hush, dear. Everything is okay, and I am not mad. I'm not a wrathful god as most mortals assume us to be.''\n\n\fG... god? Through labored breathing, Kross slowly picks himself up and looks toward this god. Fear still clings to him, but now it mixes with curiosity. Though as he looks into that strange third eye, he starts to feel a little better. ``Who... w-what are you,'' he stammers out, not sure if he really wants an answer. He almost feels like someone asked that question for him.\n\n``Hm. A fine question,'' that soft tone of voice assures Kross that everything's okay. If only by little. ``To answer it: I don't know. At least not entirely.\n\n``I was once worshipped by your kind as a protector deity. Worshipped by mantises just like you. I looked over you all, providing knowledge, intervening and proclaiming prophecies. But that... that was so long ago. New faiths emerged, new gods worshipped. Some gave up the spiritual world entirely. My shrines were destroyed or abandoned, left forgotten to the dustbin of history. And it was a nigh-absolute destruction; I was forgotten so, to the point that I've forgotten my own name. Had my final shrine here been left to rot, I would surely be gone. And do you wish to know why I am not?''\n\nYou want to know Listen to him Listen to your god\n\nKross, too scared and too curious to say no, nods.\n\n``It's you. You tether me to your world as I teeter between existence and non-existence. And I cannot thank you enough for such a kind deed. By giving me your small offering, I still have my powers. And so, to return the favor, I'm willing to offer you a very special gift. The gift... of my blessing.''\n\nAccept the gift Accept your blessing Listen to your god Keep staring\n\nSomething's wrong, Kross thinks, hoping this... thing can't read minds, I can't be sure this `god' can't have my best interest in mind. But... what if I do say `no?' I... can't say I'm opposed to it.\n\n...I have to get out of here and fast.\n\n``No... I can't accept. This is all just... too much. Gods aren't... real.'' The god frowns down at him, and though his demeanor remains unchanged, Kross worries he's said something very wrong.\n\n```No?'' The god inches closer to Kross, keeping his head as still possible to keep him staring at all times ``I'm afraid you don't understand. You are what keeps me- a powerful and caring god of mantises- alive. Think about it: my sole blessing for my sole follower. Think of all I can do for you. It's not every day a god must bargain with a mortal. Please... I must ask.\n\nAccept my blessing, dear mantis. That is all I ask.''\n\nYou speak nonsense You want his blessing Accept his blessing.\n\n\fIt... it is a tempting thing. I wonder what good a god's blessing can- Kross closes his eyes, trying to look away. It's... it's that eye. That third eye is worming these words into his mind.\n\n``S-shut up! You're not real! None of this is real!'' ``I beg of you! Listen! I-''\n\n``Do you hear me dammit! You're a figment of my imagination, man, a hallucination!''\n\nKross tries to get up, and though he feels so strangely sluggish. But, ever so stubborn, he forces himself up. Turning around, he sees the cold and unforgiving outside of the forest. Not wanting to be stuck here in this safe, cozy shack, he stumbles his way towards the exit.\n\n``Hold!'' The god's voice sounds disturbingly authoritative.\n\nStop Stay Turn Listen\n\nNot even a foot forward, and Kross is frozen once more. As he turns to the god, his heart starts pounding. Though with how relaxing his honeyed words are, he still feels a bit at ease.\n\nKross can't tell what's worse: the fact that he's fighting against his own body, or the fact that\n\nlistening to the god just feels so... right.\n\nOnce more he stares back into the face of the god. And that eye. That mesmerizing third eye. It almost looks like it's pulsing, and like he can hear each pulse in his mind. He's digging deeper... I gotta... gotta... resist.\n\nBut as each pulse enters his mind, he finds his futile resistance becoming weaker and weaker. It's just so much easier to relax\n\n``How silly of me,'' the god teases, ``I got all caught up in the commotion, I forgot to tell you what my blessing will be.'' The god inches closer and starts stroking Kross gently under the chin. ``You are the only person who knows of my existence, and with my only shrine gone I don't expect any new followers from here on. So, for the sake of my own survival, I shall grant you the gift... of immortality. From this day forward, you will not age a second, and shall enjoy perfect health.''\n\nYou want immortality You want to live forever Forever with your god\n\nKross feels his antennae twitch in rhythm with the pulse, and yet he still tries to fight the god's control. But his voice is just too soothing, too comforting that it just makes him want to listen deeply and accept. And yet, he fights, and he doesn't intend to give up.\n\n``I would have been content to leave it at that, but I can feel your reluctance. Hm... how to win you over... You know, I was once a caretaker of all mantises. I cared for each and every\n\n\fone as they went on with their lives. And it always felt so nice to please them. Perhaps, now that it will be just you and me... I could be your personal caretaker.''\n\nYou want to be cared for Cared for by your god Taken care of\n\nForever\n\nAs much as Kross' mind thrashed, the god's influence is strong. Not that he knows of any meaningful way to resist. And yet, he's desperate not to let this god's will be set upon him. No matter how nice it must be to be cared for by his god at every waking moment, he cannot and will not give in.\n\nBut... it does sound nice. No worry, no responsibility, just the bliss of being under the tender care of a powerful deity... what if I said yes? What downside is there...?\n\n``Well, mantis, What do you say, now that you know the terms.''\n\nSay yes\n\nYou know you want to\n\nA meek smile stretches across the mantises face, but inside his mind there is a war waging between a growing desire to give and his instinct to turn and run. But one side has the backup of a powerful deity that's rapidly turning the tide.\n\nI can't trust this thing.\n\nBut he only wishes to care for me.\n\nHow do I know that's what it wants? How do I know it isn?t trapping me?\n\nHe just wants to live, and needs just one follower. Is that so bad?\n\nWhat if I don't want to be immortal\n\nBut I would get to be cared for by him. It would be a nice immortality\n\nBut he is using his powers to hypnotize me into loving him But I don't see the downsides in loving him\n\nThe battle is at a breaking point, but as Kross stares at the third eye it becomes clear what the answer will be.\n\n``Y... yes... I accept,'' Kross mumbles\n\nThe smile on the god's face grows ever wider.\n\n``Very good,'' says the god, ``I knew you'd make the right choice in the end. Now then... allow me to hold up the end of my bargain.'' A small ball of light appears from above one of the god's scythes and points it at Kross, who's now too dazed and under his new god's influence to pay any mind. As the ball touches Kross in his chest, he feels a warm sensation around him, like being wrapped in a blanket fresh out of the dryer. A coziness that helps Kross go deeper and deeper into his trance.\n\n``So easy, wouldn't you agree? The gift of immortality can be given so easily and so swiftly. It's a miracle more of my kind haven't abused it. Now, let us speak of your end of the bargain; your devotion to me.'' Two batches of white fog appear before Kross, which makes his dazed mind all the more curious. ``As I have told you,'' the god continues, ``I was once the\n\n\fcaretaker of all mantises. Well, with you, I desire to have my caretaking role be a bit more... literal.''\n\nThe fog clouds subside and reveal what they once concealed: A diaper, folded and white, and a bottle of a white powder.\n\nPast Kross' half-lucid smile, the god sees what remains of his resistance make a stand. The mantis blushes at the sight of the crinkly garments. ``Wait...'' Kross mumbles, ``I don't... I don't need diapers... don't... want.''\n\n``Oh hush dear,'' the god teases, ``it's cute that you think you can still bargain, but I'm in control now. This you agreed upon. You agreed to devote yourself to me, yet you never let me specify how you'd devote yourself. Now, let us get you into your new outfit. And don't worry. By the end of this, I assure that you will enjoy how you look.''\n\nAccept your fate Want your fate Want your powder Want your diaper\n\nThe bottle floats over to Kross' crotch area, and with an audible puff, a cloud of powder jets out, coating him in a vaguely sweet and vanilla-y scent. Though it makes the mantis hack and cough a bit, the pleasant smell helps him enjoy the process just a little bit more. And that bit of enjoyment aids in sinking him deeper into trance. Deeper into obedience, and listening to his new master. Sniffing the air once more, Kross smiles contently as his crotch and rump are covered in a snowy white.\n\n``Enjoying this already, my new follower. I guess all this resistance will be for nothing. Don't get excited just yet, dear. We aren't even finished yet. Or maybe you should, if it gets you into your new mindset faster.''\n\nPowder feel good Powder smell good\n\nBut diaper will feel better You can't wait for diaper\n\nHearing the sound of soft, gentle crinkling, Kross looks up to see the diaper unfolding.\n\nThe tapes exposing their adhesives, the guards spreading out, the absorbent material ruffling. It's like the garment is reaching out to give the mantis a hug. And as it slowly floats over to his waist, he can only anticipate its embrace.\n\nKross looks down slightly, and the red on his face grows a little brighter. The suddenness of the oncoming diaper, followed by the sweet suggestions of his new god, start making his member poke out and harden a bit. He can't tell if he was excited or nervous or what, nor which emotion was making him... aroused. But that tiny well of free will he has is starting to get a slight grip on reality.\n\n\fWith all his might, Kross clamps his eyes shut, trying to keep his gaze away from that thing's third eye. He weakly shuffles to and fro, trying all he can to find any way out of the god's divine grip on his mind and body. Though it is all a futile effort, Kross is too stubborn to not go down kicking.\n\n``Stah,'' Kross stammers, ``I dun... dun need diapers''\n\n``D'aww. You wish to tell me you don't desire your new attire? But look at how your body feels about it. And your diaper is not even touching you!''\n\nDiapers make you horny\n\nThoughts of diapers make you horny Being in diapers makes you horny You love diapers\n\nThe god runs a finger along Kross' slowly rising cock, which only reinforces the feelings of pleasure and desire he wishes to imprint onto the mantis. ``Now... why keep my new devotee waiting any longer?''\n\nThe diaper finally touches Kross between his rear and genitals, the cottony, absorbing, but agonizingly dry fibers pressing gently and caringly against him before arching across his waist. With another generous coating of powder, the padding is brought up as high as it can go. A hole in the back slides across the side of where his abdomen meets his torso, where an open tape quickly sticks. Though Kross keeps his eyes shut, he can feel- and starting to love that feel- of the diaper coming ever closer to sealing itself around him\n\n``Stahp... stahp... I dun wan daipees''\n\nBut they already feel so good. Why not wear them a while? Wear them for my god\n\nWear them forever\n\nAs he struggles with the feeling of the arousing and comfy diaper, it slowly starts wrapping the rest of itself around the mantis' waist. The bands reach to his sides and holds on, waiting for its opposite to come. But they won?t wait long, for the four tapes reach as far as they can towards each other, ending in a tight, snug embrace around the whole of Kross' waist\n\nKross can feel just how thick the padding is around his waist. How it pushes his member into the padding and against his chitin. How much it cushions his rear. How much it separates his legs. No matter how much he may try, the diaper will make him visibly waddle!\n\n``There. Wrapped all nice and snug around you. What do you think, dear mantis? Is it not\n\n\fcozy?''\n\nDiaper so soft So comfy\n\nNever wanna take it off Never be out of diapers\n\nBut Kross refuses to listen. His eyes clamped shut so tight, he fights desperately with the\n\n\fforce invading his mind. Though all might seem lost, the fact that he has lost gaze with his god means he can still fight. Even if it merely slows the inevitable.\n\n\fThough... He can't deny how nice his new attire feels. Heck, he'd even say his diaper feels great. But he stands his ground on how little he desires to be stuck in them.\n\nN... no... nonono this ain't right... No! I don't care how amazing and heavenly my diapers feel, I'm not embarrassing myself for the sake of my go- this god!\n\n``Geh... geh dis thing offa me...''\n\nKross slowly puts a hand between the tapes and the plastic, tugging upwards to loosen the grip of the adhesive. He's determined to fight with all he's got. However, his mind is far too gone to put up any meaningful resistance to the influences on his mind, and all he can muster is little more than a light nudge against the adhesive.\n\n``Hmm... quite the rebellious streak on this one. If I am to have but one follower, it ought to be one that knows devotion. Not one that resists my care so... stubbornly. Perhaps... I can fix that. Now... open your eyes, mantis.''\n\nKross has had a good run, but once his god gets authoritative, there's next to nothing he can stop what's about to happen. A peek of moonlight enters his sight, and though the mantis uses the last of his mental fortitude to weld his eyelids shut, the void dissipates and is replaced by his god towering a few feet over him. And his beautiful and lovely third eye that makes his mind pulse like a heartbeat. His gaze returns to that divine stare, and calms him deeper back into trance.\n\n``There. That's better. Now to address your... devotion issues. I'll tell you what a loyal devotee isn't: a devotee is not a cynic, nor are they skeptical of their god. They do not think ill of their divine caretaker, and instead must realize how much they love their god. Frankly, the most loyal worshipper does not think at all. And I think I know the perfect way to make that so. Come here...''\n\nThe god walks over slowly towards Kross, crouching to get his face closer to the mantis' glazed over eyes. He strokes under his chin gently, as he stares into him with a calm, reassuring grin. Kross, having his will eroded bit by little bit, watches silently as he awaits his god?s will.\n\n``I may have told you what to do here and there, but now I think it is time for your first true order. Now, dear mantis, my first order for you... is to forget. Forget all the things you once knew; your memories, your skills, your critical thinking, every reason you have to resist my care. Everything you have that's a sign of intelligence I want you to discard like waste. Can you do that?''\n\n``Yes'' No!\n\nKross blurts out his response before he can even think, and it will likely be the last bit of thinking he will do. He feels dizzy as his mind whirlpools, like water going down the drain. But it feels strangely... nice. It felt nice to empty the mind. His reasons to resist are the first to go as the sinking feeling of losing his smarts starts to feel good. Now, he knows that obedience to his god will lead to nice things.\n\n\fIn fact, Kross is finding it more difficult connecting the dots as to why he was worried at all. It feels nice and arousing to wear a diaper, and his god is kind to show him how amazing they are. What else is there to it? And with that, the last of Kross' critical thinking erodes.\n\nEverything in his head gets all fuzzy and clouded. But pleasantly so. When Kross doesn't need to worry about thinking too hard, then he won't have to worry about silly things like what he was doing before meeting his god or what happened hours or days or months or years or decades ago. He doesn't have to worry about the past when he has a peaceful future under the care of his god. And with that, one by one, Kross is slowly forgetting his memories.\n\nAnd if he doesn't need to think about his past then... what else should he stop thinking about? Well, he's forgotten to read the map he brought with him. The fact that he was lost led him to meet his god, so it's a good thing he'll forget soon enough.\n\nIn fact, those numbers and letters on the paper are starting to mean less and less to him. They're all just squiggles. Every time he tries to understand one symbol, his head hurts and he moves on to the next. Repeated over and over, he stops trying to learn as those tiny symbols fade from his mind. And with that, Kross has lost his ability to read and write and count.\n\nThe god stopped stroking the mantis' chin and let his head droop. A droplet of drool escapes his mouth.\n\nHis mind is blissfully empty, and he smiles at how pleasant it is to be unable to truly think. All he can do is wait to hear his god speak again, but can only let his mind go blank until then. He can think of nothing... except for his god... and his diapers.\n\n``Now I have turned your mind to clay. And with that clay I shall mold you into a proper devotee. Now.. you are about to learn three things, and pay attention, for they may well be the very last things you learn. Lesson number one: you love your god, and listen only to your god. You may hear others speak to you, but you will only listen to me.''\n\nKross looks up at his god, slack-jawed in awe at how he towers above the poor mantis.\n\nAnd as he stares, Kross gives him an absent-minded smile back at him. ``I wuv my god...'' As he stares, his god notices the tent growing in his devotee's padding, obvious for all the world to see. For a brain-drained dummy like him, he's sure learning fast.\n\n``Heh heh. Enthusiastic already, dear mantis? You're already making me proud. Now for lesson number two: you love your diapers.You will wear them everyday and you will use them everyday, forever. Everytime you feel your diaper, everytime you use your diaper, everytime you are changed into a fresh diaper... it turns you on in ways you cannot fathom.''\n\nKross... feels something inside his diaper. He hears the crinkles and rustles of his padding, and as he looks down, he sees that his fully erect cock twitching at the same time as his antennae. His love of diapers, already set in stone, now made even more powerful to him thanks to the help of his god. His diapers arouse him more than anything else. But as he stares at his longingly erect member, he feels a sudden, desperate need. More than the need to satisfy his newfound desires.\n\n\fA muffled hissing noise emanates across the room, followed by an orchestra of crinkling.\n\nAnd at the sight of a deep yellow stain and a comforting, damp warmth spreading around his front waist, it becomes clear to the mantis: Kross is wetting his diaper for the first time.\n\nHis smile widens from cheek to cheek, his antennae twitching erratically as he finds himself huffing at the sight. How it soothes his member so, how the added thickness makes him waddle so awkwardly. And the warmth. The cozy, comforting warmth of a wet diaper hugging his waist. It's too much to take in at once. Kross must relieve himself.\n\nThe mantis reaches down to his tent, groping and rubbing and stroking across his warm, wet garments. But release will be easier desired than done. By filling his diaper and making it thicker, he's lost much of the friction along his cock to gain any meaningful pleasure. But then, all that pent up desire being satisfied in small doses... well, that becomes its own reward.\n\nRegardless, though it is possible, he'll have to put the work in to achieve orgasm.\n\nBut that doesn't deter the poor mantis, for all he can do is whine and moan and grope, and feel the pleasure his pamps delivers in spades.\n\n``Very good! You're already learning your third lesson: you worship your diapers because you are turned on by them. You worship your diapers because they are a gift from me. Every bit of pleasure you take from your diaper is a sign of your devotion to it. Thus, by extension, you are pleasured by me. Therefore, when you worship your diapers... you worship me.\n\n``Now... worship, my dumbest, most loyal follower!''\n\nKross falls to his knees and humps his hand, faster in his stroking and handling his front aggressively. His mind, now fully and utterly broken, is totally fixated on getting his sweet, sweet release. It's what his god wants after all; how better to show his devotion, than by worshipping his diapers right in front of him!\n\nBut... release isn't coming fast enough. His diaper is too thick and soggy that he might as well be humping the air. Kross whines, enjoying every little feeling that comes with each stroke, each pump. But none bring him nearly fast enough over the edge. He struggles, his thrusts erratic as all energy is directed towards an orgasm that he will tire himself trying to reach.\n\n``You soak yourself well. Too well. Here, let me help you dear.'' The god places one of his hands onto Kross' diaper front, pushing firmly but gently into the warmth and squish of it to make it easier for his devotee to reach what he desires most. ``There. Now, as you hump my hand... tell me how much you've learned.''\n\nKross' thrusts calm down, fast but more rhythmic. He can feel more pleasure, more desire coming out of each and every pump, and it helps him recite what little remains in his mind.\n\n``I... I is you dumbest, mostest wuving follower. You is my my god foevah and evah...'' Each hump a little faster than the other, dopamine getting just a bit higher as he inches. ``I only wear diapees, and wuv wearing dem. I always horny `cause I always in\n\ndiapees...''\n\nFaster, closer.\n\n\f``I... is happy... cause I dumb... an I happy... cause I worship you. And... and diapees make me happy''\n\n``Yes, yes, what else?''\n\nFaster. Closer. Faster. Closer. Edge closer in sight.\n\n``I... hump... my... diapees... cause... and... worship... you... I wuv my god.'' Faster closer faster closer Staring down at the edge.\n\n``I... wuv... humping... I wuv... wetting... I... I...''\n\nWith a violent twitch of Kross' member, Kross feels a rush of pleasure he had not felt in a long while. The first orgasm in his fist diaper for the first time in his new, diapered life\n\n``I wuv my diapees!''\n\nThe god takes his hand off Kross' diaper, and lets the black mantis catch his breath.\n\nDespite the indescribable pleasures he had just received, Kross continues to to rub and grope at his front to wring out any pleasure he can from behind his well-soaked padding. He lets him, of course, if it means showing how much the mantis appreciates his god.\n\n``F... fank you my god. I will wuv my diapers forever..''\n\nKross is left a pleasured mess, mumbling about worshipping his diapers, loving his warm soaked padding, and how thankful he is to have his god take care of him forever.\n\nThe god smiles with glee. Though he is burdened to care for his sole devotee for all eternity, he has survived extinction, and once more gets to hear someone sing his praises and chant their devotion to him. Plus, if it means getting to be a divine caretaker once more, then he will be happy with his brain-drained follower until the end of time.\n\nHe can get used to having his follower, as Kross can get used to pleasuring himself to his diapers.\n\nForever.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Under the dim, illuminating moonlight, Kross folds his scythe-like arms tightly against himself. The biting cold of the wind shoves him further into the forest. The black mantis shudders each time the chill crawls up his spine, and the fog that escapes his mouth only clouds the path ahead. All that protects him from the wind is the heavy backpack weighing him down. Had the day been even slightly cloudier, he would have been lost for sure. Though, with where he is now, he's not faring much better.

The mantis grumbles as he looks down at his map. The lines leading him along trails to lakes and cabins have failed him. Now matter how he squinted at the paper, nowhere on it tells him what trail he's on. He's not even sure he's on the grid anymore.

This should have been a nice night, Kross thinks as wind pushes him forward, A nice, pleasant stroll through the Whispering Woods to enjoy the beauty of nature. But... fuck is it cold. And where is this trail leading me?

Kross looks down to his feet as he walks along. The dirt pathway, weathered by many before him, is starting to narrow. Explains why his map can't tell him anything. The chirping of crickets and hooting of owls call out from the trees, as though telling him to turn back. But turn back to where? Take the same path I got lost on and wander aimlessly on another? No. There's as decent a chance that something is this way as the other paths. Might as well commit.

But even so, the poor mantis can feel his legs tire from exhaustion, and his abdomen grows sore from whacking against the bark of trees. He stops for a moment to catch his breath. If nothing else, this is an opportunity to appreciate the still calm the Whispering Woods provides.

And indeed, the soft swaying of the tall pine trees and the calls of woodland animals is enough to put him at ease.

And yet, something feels off to him. Nature is a deceiving thing, and its beauty can be a facade for the things that lurk within it. Kross feels like eyes are beaming down on him at all times. Hopefully, it's just a deer. But he can't tell. He came here to spend time on his own, to get away. But out in the open, he's come to realize, he may never truly be alone.

I'm probably just thinking too hard, Kross dismisses, just need to find something, anything, resembling civilization. Gotta keep moving.

As grass replaces dirt, and the trail fades from view, Kross' mind is muddled by indecision. Though he walks, he still ponders the idea of turning around. Better lost on the trail than off it. At least then, he just might make his way home. However, all that uncertainty comes to a halt. A warm, dancing light holding back the moonlight, hiding between each leaf of each tree in the way.

``Is... is that a campfire?''

Kross walks a bit faster towards those distant embers, a swift relief to find that someone may be out here to help. The cold of the night, once so oppressing, now easy to ignore. His walk turns to a jog. His abdomen scrapes by each branch, each leaving a mark across his wings. But now, with safety at hand, he doesn?t care. He can already feel the heat soothing his chitin.

But then, how does he know the campers will just... help him? Without question? I?ve never been that much of a socialite, he thinks between gasps for breath, but dammit I have to try!

\fNo, not try. Do. I'll beg for their help, get on my knees and refuse to leave if I have to. But... what if they still say `no?'

Well, thankfully for him, he won't have to beg. After pushing away the last branch, Kross stops dead in his tracks. There are the cozy lights of a fire right in front of him, for he can see the flickering of the flames. But there is no campfire, no campers to speak to.

No. Instead, he is greeted by... some kind of shack.

The fire dances inside, which he sees through the wide cracks in the walls. And the smell of smoke tells him that they are very much real. But not a sound escapes from inside. As far as Kross can tell, he's the only person in the Whispering Woods for miles. That can't be right... could it?

Kross musters up the strength to call out, to bring attention to himself. Though a part of him still dreads such a thing, he dreads the idea of being lost and alone more. ``Hello,'' he calls, but only his echo calls back.

``H-hello! I... I'm lost here, man, I-I need help!'' Nothing.

Chill grapples its way up Kross' spine once more, and for once it's not just the cold.

Something's... off. No one would leave a fire burning while they leave their home. No one with half a brain cell, at least.

Kross takes quiet, careful steps towards the shack, getting a closer look at it He notices that, for a lonely shack in the woods, whoever built it wanted it to be more than just that. The roofing curves upward, becoming thin at the top. There appears to be sharp, spiky edges across the edges of it, as if it's shaped like a curved, serrated blade. It was painted a bright green at one point in time. Someone put the thought in to make this place special. If it was decorated this nicely, then this cabin isn't just made for ordinary hikers.

But at the same time, it's clear this place has been abandoned for some time. The trail leading here no longer exists, and much of the paint was washed off long ago and replaced with wood rot. Kross could swear there's a hole in the roof that's not supposed to be there. Upon circling to find the entrance, he finds that there isn't a door. Not even hinges to put one up. Just a frame welcoming in the wind. This isn't shelter, this is- was- something else.

What... is this? Kross ponders, place is destroyed, clearly. But who would make a cabin this nice in the middle of nowhere? And who would just leave a fire going?

Kross takes a deep breath as he inches towards the entrance, and stops just at the frame. Once more, he feels off. Everything about this feels off to Kross. But, unsettling as things may be, whatever may be inside may help get some clues as to where he is. If nothing else, someone had to have lit those flames. Worst case scenario, he can just wait for help to arrive. Hopefully.

With one peek, the mantis gets a better look inside. Torches surround the insides, one dangerously close to a fallen support beam. He guesses that's what caused the roof to cave in. The room is decorated with tattered and weathered linens, most being green or black. There isn't any furniture beyond a low table to his right with old, chipped pottery. But it's what's in the middle of it all that makes Kross' antennae twitch in curiosity.

\fA statue, half his size and covered in a green moss, greets him. As he steps closer, it doesn't get much clearer who the statue is depicting. Though, as he looks down, he sees the scythe-like arms reaching out. Arms not unlike his.

``A mantis statue,'' Kross mumbles, ``another mantis like me. But what's so special about this guy?''

Kross gets in closer to the mantis. Though weathered by time, each curved and spiral symbol on the stone chitin tells him that whoever this is meant something to someone. Though, all that comes to a halt with the moss crawling up the neck, hiding the statue's face from the world. Perhaps... I could help with that. But should I be touching something so old and... so sacred? At least, he assumes it's sacred. But with all this fanfare and decoration surrounding the thing, it's easy to assume such.

He looks at his hand, and with reluctance and a glance over his shoulder, he reaches over and feels the soft fuzz of the moss. So nice upon his hand. So sad it isn't going to last. Digging in, he gently scrapes the greenery off the statue's face. One by one, a bigger picture is revealed as to what this thing is venerating.

Kross tears the last bit of moss from the head, and stares at the thing's face. A mantis' head, no doubt , and the moss hid a crack that curves from the right eye down to the left cheek. And on its forehead, Kross notices, is a third eye, a bit larger than the other two. This isn't some ordinary mantis, Kross realizes. This is something more spiritual. More divine.

``That eye...'' Kross mumbles as he stares back at it. The eye is a curious thing, as is everything within these walls. But there's just... something about that eye. That thousand-yard stare is so... mesmerizing to stare back into. So... soothing. His focus starts to fog a bit, and once more his antennae twitch as curiosity turns to a committed interest. The world around him fades as he grows ever more fascinated by the statue. Perhaps... perhaps there's nothing wrong with admiring it for a little while. It's what the statue's for, right?

A little voice in Kross' head speaks up, as though his intuition is gaining a mind of its

\fown.

Keep staring Keep looking Keep listening

Kross leans in a little closer to get a better view of the statue, only to stumble forward.

\fWobbling his arms, and putting one foot forward, he's able to lift himself slowly back to balance. For a second, he was worried he could have fallen onto the thing. The world comes back into focus as Kross looks down at what he tripped on: a stone bowl, one he assumes was used for offerings. Though now, it lies barren aside from a shallow well of murky water and the moss he scraped off.

Giving thanks to whatever this thing is, he thinks, I suppose I can't blame `em. If they got some shelter from the elements here in the middle of nowhere, I'd be pretty thankful, too.

Come to think of it, in a way, the statue did provide something that Kross had asked for. He has the warmth of the torches and some protection from the winds outside. It's not much, but

\fit's something, and he'd rather have this than nothing at all.. He guesses he ought to give thanks for that, even if it's pointless to give thanks to this long-forgotten deity.

Taking off his backpack, Kross rummages through the junk he had either stored or had forgotten to take out when he left. Each item he touched wasn't anything of note: trail mix, a now-useless map, flask of water. Nothing worthy of an offering. At last, after digging into a side pocket, he finally comes up with something: an old coin he had found a long while back.

Setting his bag down, he looks at the coin, then at the bowl below. It's not much, but he couldn't think of anything else that might have been worthy. With a shrug of the shoulders, Kross flips the coin into the bowl, hearing a wet plop as it lands.

Kross feels a strange sense of relief. Like a load of pressure was taken off his back. Though it was a small coin, which would probably mean little to the statue, this small act of charity makes Kross feel like he did good. Even if it's for a small moment.

Though, now that the high of giving is wearing off, Kross feels a pit of uncomfort burrowing into him. He enjoys the look of the statue, the look of that eye... but wasn't he creeped out by it a minute ago? Everything about this shrine gives off an aura of creepiness. So why has that been replaced with fascination. With... calm?

Well now that calm has subsided, and has been replaced with another feeling. Kross looks up and around the shrine with twitching antennae, trying to get a better idea of what's around him.

I... I don't think I'm alone...

There's something in the air that he can't put a finger on. But it makes butterflies run wild in his stomach. The feeling in each gust of wind, every shadow dancing in the fire. He can feel a presence. But from where?

And the whispers. Whispers that aren't outside. Whispers that aren't outside his head.

relax

nothing to fear stay

worship

Kross shakes his head violently. He no longer feels welcome here. Someone had to have lit these fires, and maybe this weird cultist or whatever wouldn't like him trespassing in a holy place. Sure this place is his only shelter for miles, but this place feels so overbearing all of the sudden. Against his better judgement, Kross concludes it's better out there than in here. Though hopefully his sleeping bag will keep him protected.

He grabs his bag and turns to walk out- only to hear a thump from behind, and feel something cold and hard hit the side of his abdomen. He darts his eye over to his rear, and hears the scraping of stone.

The moss had held the cracks in place, but with it gone all it takes is one irresponsible tap to loosen it.

The top half of the statue's face scrapes down and slowly, agonizingly slides towards the edge. Kross, in a state of shock, can only gasp as the head falls into the bowl. All is silent for but

\fa moment as the chunk of rock falls, and Kross' eyes widen as it reaches its landing spot. With a loud crash, the face pierces and chips a portion of the bowl, spilling the water and crumbling the brittle rocks into the floor.

A statue ruined, and a bowl destroyed beyond use.

``Shit,'' Kross blurts out, ``F-fuck, man I'm sorry!'' Kross doesn't know why he's apologizing, nor who he's apologizing to. The deity, for destroying its image? The unknown cultist for the same reason? Or perhaps just to make himself feel better. Now, it hardly matters. Such a thing doesn't cross him when all he can think of is how badly he's messed up. ``Fuck dude, it was a mistake! I-it wasn't on purpose!''

A gust of wind blows inside with the strength of a storm. Though brief, it blows through strong enough to snuff out the torches. Kross' heart skips a beat. He's left once more in the cold dark, with neither light nor heat to comfort him. His mind reaches to a million different things at once, trying and failing to figure out what is going on. Only one thing is certain to him: this is too much to be a coincidence.

``At last... a new mantis. I've not seen your kind in so, so long''

With a yelp of shock, Kross spins himself towards the entrance. Nothing. No weird cultist, no lost hiker, nothing.

``My my. Such a curious little thing. You're looking the wrong way, you know. My form is behind you.''

The mantis slowly turns himself back towards those same four walls. Nothing. Nobody, nothing, nowhere. Nothing but... but that damned, half-crumbled statue. But as he stares, it almost seems like the statue is... glowing. Glowing with a pale green aura.

``No...'' Kross mumbles, his heart sinking like a stone and a pit of horror sucking his very soul into his chest.

``Yes. Yes, oh-ho yes.''

Kross takes a few steps back. His mind fights between running like hell and standing and staring. Though... one thought feels a bit foreign to him.

The aura rises from the remains, and it begins twisting and contorting. Sythe-like arms, thin antennae, a long winged abdomen. With Kross left frozen in place, the pale green fades, and his otherworldly visitor reveals himself. A mantis like Kross, though green and towering over him with a content smile across his face. His eyes closed as though in contemplation. But as he opens them, he looks down at Kross. Revealing the third eye on his forehead.

``Hello, dear mantis,'' he says softly, ``it is good to see a new face after so many years.'' ``Fuck! Shit, man,'' Kross shrieks, panic welling in the cracks of his voice. He takes a few

steps back, only to trip and fall on his abdomen. ``I-I was clumsy, it didn't want to do it! I wasn't looking where I was moving and... and you saw how much I panicked when your statute broke! Please, please forgive me I-''

``Hush, dear. Everything is okay, and I am not mad. I'm not a wrathful god as most mortals assume us to be.''

\fG... god? Through labored breathing, Kross slowly picks himself up and looks toward this god. Fear still clings to him, but now it mixes with curiosity. Though as he looks into that strange third eye, he starts to feel a little better. ``Who... w-what are you,'' he stammers out, not sure if he really wants an answer. He almost feels like someone asked that question for him.

``Hm. A fine question,'' that soft tone of voice assures Kross that everything's okay. If only by little. ``To answer it: I don't know. At least not entirely.

``I was once worshipped by your kind as a protector deity. Worshipped by mantises just like you. I looked over you all, providing knowledge, intervening and proclaiming prophecies. But that... that was so long ago. New faiths emerged, new gods worshipped. Some gave up the spiritual world entirely. My shrines were destroyed or abandoned, left forgotten to the dustbin of history. And it was a nigh-absolute destruction; I was forgotten so, to the point that I've forgotten my own name. Had my final shrine here been left to rot, I would surely be gone. And do you wish to know why I am not?''

You want to know Listen to him Listen to your god

Kross, too scared and too curious to say no, nods.

``It's you. You tether me to your world as I teeter between existence and non-existence. And I cannot thank you enough for such a kind deed. By giving me your small offering, I still have my powers. And so, to return the favor, I'm willing to offer you a very special gift. The gift... of my blessing.''

Accept the gift Accept your blessing Listen to your god Keep staring

Something's wrong, Kross thinks, hoping this... thing can't read minds, I can't be sure this `god' can't have my best interest in mind. But... what if I do say `no?' I... can't say I'm opposed to it.

...I have to get out of here and fast.

``No... I can't accept. This is all just... too much. Gods aren't... real.'' The god frowns down at him, and though his demeanor remains unchanged, Kross worries he's said something very wrong.

```No?'' The god inches closer to Kross, keeping his head as still possible to keep him staring at all times ``I'm afraid you don't understand. You are what keeps me- a powerful and caring god of mantises- alive. Think about it: my sole blessing for my sole follower. Think of all I can do for you. It's not every day a god must bargain with a mortal. Please... I must ask.

Accept my blessing, dear mantis. That is all I ask.''

You speak nonsense You want his blessing Accept his blessing.

\fIt... it is a tempting thing. I wonder what good a god's blessing can- Kross closes his eyes, trying to look away. It's... it's that eye. That third eye is worming these words into his mind.

``S-shut up! You're not real! None of this is real!'' ``I beg of you! Listen! I-''

``Do you hear me dammit! You're a figment of my imagination, man, a hallucination!''

Kross tries to get up, and though he feels so strangely sluggish. But, ever so stubborn, he forces himself up. Turning around, he sees the cold and unforgiving outside of the forest. Not wanting to be stuck here in this safe, cozy shack, he stumbles his way towards the exit.

``Hold!'' The god's voice sounds disturbingly authoritative.

Stop Stay Turn Listen

Not even a foot forward, and Kross is frozen once more. As he turns to the god, his heart starts pounding. Though with how relaxing his honeyed words are, he still feels a bit at ease.

Kross can't tell what's worse: the fact that he's fighting against his own body, or the fact that

listening to the god just feels so... right.

Once more he stares back into the face of the god. And that eye. That mesmerizing third eye. It almost looks like it's pulsing, and like he can hear each pulse in his mind. He's digging deeper... I gotta... gotta... resist.

But as each pulse enters his mind, he finds his futile resistance becoming weaker and weaker. It's just so much easier to relax

``How silly of me,'' the god teases, ``I got all caught up in the commotion, I forgot to tell you what my blessing will be.'' The god inches closer and starts stroking Kross gently under the chin. ``You are the only person who knows of my existence, and with my only shrine gone I don't expect any new followers from here on. So, for the sake of my own survival, I shall grant you the gift... of immortality. From this day forward, you will not age a second, and shall enjoy perfect health.''

You want immortality You want to live forever Forever with your god

Kross feels his antennae twitch in rhythm with the pulse, and yet he still tries to fight the god's control. But his voice is just too soothing, too comforting that it just makes him want to listen deeply and accept. And yet, he fights, and he doesn't intend to give up.

``I would have been content to leave it at that, but I can feel your reluctance. Hm... how to win you over... You know, I was once a caretaker of all mantises. I cared for each and every

\fone as they went on with their lives. And it always felt so nice to please them. Perhaps, now that it will be just you and me... I could be your personal caretaker.''

You want to be cared for Cared for by your god Taken care of

Forever

As much as Kross' mind thrashed, the god's influence is strong. Not that he knows of any meaningful way to resist. And yet, he's desperate not to let this god's will be set upon him. No matter how nice it must be to be cared for by his god at every waking moment, he cannot and will not give in.

But... it does sound nice. No worry, no responsibility, just the bliss of being under the tender care of a powerful deity... what if I said yes? What downside is there...?

``Well, mantis, What do you say, now that you know the terms.''

Say yes

You know you want to

A meek smile stretches across the mantises face, but inside his mind there is a war waging between a growing desire to give and his instinct to turn and run. But one side has the backup of a powerful deity that's rapidly turning the tide.

I can't trust this thing.

But he only wishes to care for me.

How do I know that's what it wants? How do I know it isn?t trapping me?

He just wants to live, and needs just one follower. Is that so bad?

What if I don't want to be immortal

But I would get to be cared for by him. It would be a nice immortality

But he is using his powers to hypnotize me into loving him But I don't see the downsides in loving him

The battle is at a breaking point, but as Kross stares at the third eye it becomes clear what the answer will be.

``Y... yes... I accept,'' Kross mumbles

The smile on the god's face grows ever wider.

``Very good,'' says the god, ``I knew you'd make the right choice in the end. Now then... allow me to hold up the end of my bargain.'' A small ball of light appears from above one of the god's scythes and points it at Kross, who's now too dazed and under his new god's influence to pay any mind. As the ball touches Kross in his chest, he feels a warm sensation around him, like being wrapped in a blanket fresh out of the dryer. A coziness that helps Kross go deeper and deeper into his trance.

``So easy, wouldn't you agree? The gift of immortality can be given so easily and so swiftly. It's a miracle more of my kind haven't abused it. Now, let us speak of your end of the bargain; your devotion to me.'' Two batches of white fog appear before Kross, which makes his dazed mind all the more curious. ``As I have told you,'' the god continues, ``I was once the

\fcaretaker of all mantises. Well, with you, I desire to have my caretaking role be a bit more... literal.''

The fog clouds subside and reveal what they once concealed: A diaper, folded and white, and a bottle of a white powder.

Past Kross' half-lucid smile, the god sees what remains of his resistance make a stand. The mantis blushes at the sight of the crinkly garments. ``Wait...'' Kross mumbles, ``I don't... I don't need diapers... don't... want.''

``Oh hush dear,'' the god teases, ``it's cute that you think you can still bargain, but I'm in control now. This you agreed upon. You agreed to devote yourself to me, yet you never let me specify how you'd devote yourself. Now, let us get you into your new outfit. And don't worry. By the end of this, I assure that you will enjoy how you look.''

Accept your fate Want your fate Want your powder Want your diaper

The bottle floats over to Kross' crotch area, and with an audible puff, a cloud of powder jets out, coating him in a vaguely sweet and vanilla-y scent. Though it makes the mantis hack and cough a bit, the pleasant smell helps him enjoy the process just a little bit more. And that bit of enjoyment aids in sinking him deeper into trance. Deeper into obedience, and listening to his new master. Sniffing the air once more, Kross smiles contently as his crotch and rump are covered in a snowy white.

``Enjoying this already, my new follower. I guess all this resistance will be for nothing. Don't get excited just yet, dear. We aren't even finished yet. Or maybe you should, if it gets you into your new mindset faster.''

Powder feel good Powder smell good

But diaper will feel better You can't wait for diaper

Hearing the sound of soft, gentle crinkling, Kross looks up to see the diaper unfolding.

The tapes exposing their adhesives, the guards spreading out, the absorbent material ruffling. It's like the garment is reaching out to give the mantis a hug. And as it slowly floats over to his waist, he can only anticipate its embrace.

Kross looks down slightly, and the red on his face grows a little brighter. The suddenness of the oncoming diaper, followed by the sweet suggestions of his new god, start making his member poke out and harden a bit. He can't tell if he was excited or nervous or what, nor which emotion was making him... aroused. But that tiny well of free will he has is starting to get a slight grip on reality.

\fWith all his might, Kross clamps his eyes shut, trying to keep his gaze away from that thing's third eye. He weakly shuffles to and fro, trying all he can to find any way out of the god's divine grip on his mind and body. Though it is all a futile effort, Kross is too stubborn to not go down kicking.

``Stah,'' Kross stammers, ``I dun... dun need diapers''

``D'aww. You wish to tell me you don't desire your new attire? But look at how your body feels about it. And your diaper is not even touching you!''

Diapers make you horny

Thoughts of diapers make you horny Being in diapers makes you horny You love diapers

The god runs a finger along Kross' slowly rising cock, which only reinforces the feelings of pleasure and desire he wishes to imprint onto the mantis. ``Now... why keep my new devotee waiting any longer?''

The diaper finally touches Kross between his rear and genitals, the cottony, absorbing, but agonizingly dry fibers pressing gently and caringly against him before arching across his waist. With another generous coating of powder, the padding is brought up as high as it can go. A hole in the back slides across the side of where his abdomen meets his torso, where an open tape quickly sticks. Though Kross keeps his eyes shut, he can feel- and starting to love that feel- of the diaper coming ever closer to sealing itself around him

``Stahp... stahp... I dun wan daipees''

But they already feel so good. Why not wear them a while? Wear them for my god

Wear them forever

As he struggles with the feeling of the arousing and comfy diaper, it slowly starts wrapping the rest of itself around the mantis' waist. The bands reach to his sides and holds on, waiting for its opposite to come. But they won?t wait long, for the four tapes reach as far as they can towards each other, ending in a tight, snug embrace around the whole of Kross' waist

Kross can feel just how thick the padding is around his waist. How it pushes his member into the padding and against his chitin. How much it cushions his rear. How much it separates his legs. No matter how much he may try, the diaper will make him visibly waddle!

``There. Wrapped all nice and snug around you. What do you think, dear mantis? Is it not

\fcozy?''

Diaper so soft So comfy

Never wanna take it off Never be out of diapers

But Kross refuses to listen. His eyes clamped shut so tight, he fights desperately with the

\fforce invading his mind. Though all might seem lost, the fact that he has lost gaze with his god means he can still fight. Even if it merely slows the inevitable.

\fThough... He can't deny how nice his new attire feels. Heck, he'd even say his diaper feels great. But he stands his ground on how little he desires to be stuck in them.

N... no... nonono this ain't right... No! I don't care how amazing and heavenly my diapers feel, I'm not embarrassing myself for the sake of my go- this god!

``Geh... geh dis thing offa me...''

Kross slowly puts a hand between the tapes and the plastic, tugging upwards to loosen the grip of the adhesive. He's determined to fight with all he's got. However, his mind is far too gone to put up any meaningful resistance to the influences on his mind, and all he can muster is little more than a light nudge against the adhesive.

``Hmm... quite the rebellious streak on this one. If I am to have but one follower, it ought to be one that knows devotion. Not one that resists my care so... stubbornly. Perhaps... I can fix that. Now... open your eyes, mantis.''

Kross has had a good run, but once his god gets authoritative, there's next to nothing he can stop what's about to happen. A peek of moonlight enters his sight, and though the mantis uses the last of his mental fortitude to weld his eyelids shut, the void dissipates and is replaced by his god towering a few feet over him. And his beautiful and lovely third eye that makes his mind pulse like a heartbeat. His gaze returns to that divine stare, and calms him deeper back into trance.

``There. That's better. Now to address your... devotion issues. I'll tell you what a loyal devotee isn't: a devotee is not a cynic, nor are they skeptical of their god. They do not think ill of their divine caretaker, and instead must realize how much they love their god. Frankly, the most loyal worshipper does not think at all. And I think I know the perfect way to make that so. Come here...''

The god walks over slowly towards Kross, crouching to get his face closer to the mantis' glazed over eyes. He strokes under his chin gently, as he stares into him with a calm, reassuring grin. Kross, having his will eroded bit by little bit, watches silently as he awaits his god?s will.

``I may have told you what to do here and there, but now I think it is time for your first true order. Now, dear mantis, my first order for you... is to forget. Forget all the things you once knew; your memories, your skills, your critical thinking, every reason you have to resist my care. Everything you have that's a sign of intelligence I want you to discard like waste. Can you do that?''

``Yes'' No!

Kross blurts out his response before he can even think, and it will likely be the last bit of thinking he will do. He feels dizzy as his mind whirlpools, like water going down the drain. But it feels strangely... nice. It felt nice to empty the mind. His reasons to resist are the first to go as the sinking feeling of losing his smarts starts to feel good. Now, he knows that obedience to his god will lead to nice things.

\fIn fact, Kross is finding it more difficult connecting the dots as to why he was worried at all. It feels nice and arousing to wear a diaper, and his god is kind to show him how amazing they are. What else is there to it? And with that, the last of Kross' critical thinking erodes.

Everything in his head gets all fuzzy and clouded. But pleasantly so. When Kross doesn't need to worry about thinking too hard, then he won't have to worry about silly things like what he was doing before meeting his god or what happened hours or days or months or years or decades ago. He doesn't have to worry about the past when he has a peaceful future under the care of his god. And with that, one by one, Kross is slowly forgetting his memories.

And if he doesn't need to think about his past then... what else should he stop thinking about? Well, he's forgotten to read the map he brought with him. The fact that he was lost led him to meet his god, so it's a good thing he'll forget soon enough.

In fact, those numbers and letters on the paper are starting to mean less and less to him. They're all just squiggles. Every time he tries to understand one symbol, his head hurts and he moves on to the next. Repeated over and over, he stops trying to learn as those tiny symbols fade from his mind. And with that, Kross has lost his ability to read and write and count.

The god stopped stroking the mantis' chin and let his head droop. A droplet of drool escapes his mouth.

His mind is blissfully empty, and he smiles at how pleasant it is to be unable to truly think. All he can do is wait to hear his god speak again, but can only let his mind go blank until then. He can think of nothing... except for his god... and his diapers.

``Now I have turned your mind to clay. And with that clay I shall mold you into a proper devotee. Now.. you are about to learn three things, and pay attention, for they may well be the very last things you learn. Lesson number one: you love your god, and listen only to your god. You may hear others speak to you, but you will only listen to me.''

Kross looks up at his god, slack-jawed in awe at how he towers above the poor mantis.

And as he stares, Kross gives him an absent-minded smile back at him. ``I wuv my god...'' As he stares, his god notices the tent growing in his devotee's padding, obvious for all the world to see. For a brain-drained dummy like him, he's sure learning fast.

``Heh heh. Enthusiastic already, dear mantis? You're already making me proud. Now for lesson number two: you love your diapers.You will wear them everyday and you will use them everyday, forever. Everytime you feel your diaper, everytime you use your diaper, everytime you are changed into a fresh diaper... it turns you on in ways you cannot fathom.''

Kross... feels something inside his diaper. He hears the crinkles and rustles of his padding, and as he looks down, he sees that his fully erect cock twitching at the same time as his antennae. His love of diapers, already set in stone, now made even more powerful to him thanks to the help of his god. His diapers arouse him more than anything else. But as he stares at his longingly erect member, he feels a sudden, desperate need. More than the need to satisfy his newfound desires.

\fA muffled hissing noise emanates across the room, followed by an orchestra of crinkling.

And at the sight of a deep yellow stain and a comforting, damp warmth spreading around his front waist, it becomes clear to the mantis: Kross is wetting his diaper for the first time.

His smile widens from cheek to cheek, his antennae twitching erratically as he finds himself huffing at the sight. How it soothes his member so, how the added thickness makes him waddle so awkwardly. And the warmth. The cozy, comforting warmth of a wet diaper hugging his waist. It's too much to take in at once. Kross must relieve himself.

The mantis reaches down to his tent, groping and rubbing and stroking across his warm, wet garments. But release will be easier desired than done. By filling his diaper and making it thicker, he's lost much of the friction along his cock to gain any meaningful pleasure. But then, all that pent up desire being satisfied in small doses... well, that becomes its own reward.

Regardless, though it is possible, he'll have to put the work in to achieve orgasm.

But that doesn't deter the poor mantis, for all he can do is whine and moan and grope, and feel the pleasure his pamps delivers in spades.

``Very good! You're already learning your third lesson: you worship your diapers because you are turned on by them. You worship your diapers because they are a gift from me. Every bit of pleasure you take from your diaper is a sign of your devotion to it. Thus, by extension, you are pleasured by me. Therefore, when you worship your diapers... you worship me.

``Now... worship, my dumbest, most loyal follower!''

Kross falls to his knees and humps his hand, faster in his stroking and handling his front aggressively. His mind, now fully and utterly broken, is totally fixated on getting his sweet, sweet release. It's what his god wants after all; how better to show his devotion, than by worshipping his diapers right in front of him!

But... release isn't coming fast enough. His diaper is too thick and soggy that he might as well be humping the air. Kross whines, enjoying every little feeling that comes with each stroke, each pump. But none bring him nearly fast enough over the edge. He struggles, his thrusts erratic as all energy is directed towards an orgasm that he will tire himself trying to reach.

``You soak yourself well. Too well. Here, let me help you dear.'' The god places one of his hands onto Kross' diaper front, pushing firmly but gently into the warmth and squish of it to make it easier for his devotee to reach what he desires most. ``There. Now, as you hump my hand... tell me how much you've learned.''

Kross' thrusts calm down, fast but more rhythmic. He can feel more pleasure, more desire coming out of each and every pump, and it helps him recite what little remains in his mind.

``I... I is you dumbest, mostest wuving follower. You is my my god foevah and evah...'' Each hump a little faster than the other, dopamine getting just a bit higher as he inches. ``I only wear diapees, and wuv wearing dem. I always horny `cause I always in

diapees...''

Faster, closer.

\f``I... is happy... cause I dumb... an I happy... cause I worship you. And... and diapees make me happy''

``Yes, yes, what else?''

Faster. Closer. Faster. Closer. Edge closer in sight.

``I... hump... my... diapees... cause... and... worship... you... I wuv my god.'' Faster closer faster closer Staring down at the edge.

``I... wuv... humping... I wuv... wetting... I... I...''

With a violent twitch of Kross' member, Kross feels a rush of pleasure he had not felt in a long while. The first orgasm in his fist diaper for the first time in his new, diapered life

``I wuv my diapees!''

The god takes his hand off Kross' diaper, and lets the black mantis catch his breath.

Despite the indescribable pleasures he had just received, Kross continues to to rub and grope at his front to wring out any pleasure he can from behind his well-soaked padding. He lets him, of course, if it means showing how much the mantis appreciates his god.

``F... fank you my god. I will wuv my diapers forever..''

Kross is left a pleasured mess, mumbling about worshipping his diapers, loving his warm soaked padding, and how thankful he is to have his god take care of him forever.

The god smiles with glee. Though he is burdened to care for his sole devotee for all eternity, he has survived extinction, and once more gets to hear someone sing his praises and chant their devotion to him. Plus, if it means getting to be a divine caretaker once more, then he will be happy with his brain-drained follower until the end of time.

He can get used to having his follower, as Kross can get used to pleasuring himself to his diapers.

Forever.

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