Adventuring in abandoned dungeons was starting to become a bit of a pastime for the 3 bug adventuring party. Grabbing loot, riches and fame galore for their exploits; Vi, Kabbu and Leif had many encounters in these labyrinthian dungeons, wroth with danger and loot alike. This particular dungeon had the team split up to cover the most ground, considering it was just weaker enemies this time around, they didn’t have to worry much about being ambushed by behemoth spiders, or legions of fungus controlled ants. Leif opted to check around a strange room, which felt more like a closet than any sort of treasure room. Filled to the brim with chests and pots, with only little room for Leif to walk around and check the contents of each. But one particularly small chest caught Leif’s attention. It was an old, decrepit looking chest, small enough to be mistaken for a jewelry box. A strange lock resembling a magic circle kept the chest shut, only a special key could open it. Fortunately, Leif had found the key by accident after sifting through the pots, and had no trouble in opening the tiny chest. What was in there….left him confused. It looked to be some sort of diaper, one you’d find the little bugs in a nursery roaming around with and possibly filled with things Leif does NOT want to think about. One thought did catch on however, and gave him pause. Leif couldn’t help but blush as the thought of him wearing this “garment”. Yet, he couldn’t help note how suspicious it was for the diaper to be around his size. It wasn’t the kind of thing he would want to be caught dead with, let alone by his teammates, but he could hide it under his wings, and it would only be just for a little bit to see how it fit….Wanting to sate curiosity, and very cautiously looking around to see if his comrades were nearby….he took the garment out of the chest, and began strapping it on. The padding inside was quite comfortable, didn’t chafe, and he could easily move around in them without causing any crinkling noises or make it obvious he was wearing it. He had to admit….he did look cute in them. But he’d die of shame if someone saw him with it on, and thought it best to remove them before anyone else could- “Hey! Leif!” Vi’s chipper voice called out, starting the moth and hiding his diapered self under his wings. “We’re gonna regroup! Ya coming?” “Ahem. Y-Yes. We will join you, we were just about to do so.” He said, keeping his stoic persona up. Vi happily buzzes in response to him, gesturing to follow. Well, it seems like this diaper matter will have to wait. Despite the setback, the sensation of walking in the padded undergarments was quite pleasant. The gentle rubs of his crotch were enough of a reward to keep a light blush on his face, relaxing and teasing him in equal measure. Okay, maybe it could wait a little longer after he’s had some fun~. Naturally, the way out was always going to have some sort of enemies blocking the way. Nothing they couldn’t handle and dispatch quickly, even the gentle touches of the diaper were not enough to keep him distracted from his target….until it starts to. It was hard to notice at first, but some touches or probes just didn’t make sense. A stroke at his shaft, a rub at his cock head, or what felt like a squeeze at his balls. Slowly but surely, it ramped up as the battles went on, making Leif miss critical strikes or mess up his timing enough to severely impact his battle performance. Unexpected rubs or pokes made Leif let out soft moans, ones he tried to hide from his teammates to keep their suspicions low, not that it was getting any lower with his uncharacteristic battle performance, to the point where the rubbing has kept him hobbled at the knees! “Ah….gmmph~.... “ Leif moaned, now catching on to the fact that the diaper IS rubbing him of his own will. The gentle kneading of his shaft was driving him up the wall, unable to focus, and unable to tend to it or he risks drawing attention to himself, which he’s close to doing with those moans anyway. “....Leif? Are you doing okay?” Vi questioned, looking at her bright pink friend. “A-Ah….we are fine. We just need some time to rest ourselves for a bit.” He struggled to say without letting a moan slip through. “Oooh, that’s what all that was! If you were tired you could have just said so! We’ll set up camp when we get outside!” She gleefully said, getting a nod from Kabbu. “W-Wonderful….” Leif responded, relieved he can rest his legs….and try to tend to his writhing diaper problem. Camp was set up a good distance away from the dungeon they had just cleared, enjoying a few berries as snacks and tending to their wounds. Leif had “excused” himself to a more secretive hollow left hidden by grass and rock, all so he’d be able to look at his newly added garment without eyes. The diaper stroked and kneaded at his shaft, causing him to gyrate his hips in the cutest way. He pants and moans, trying to remove the sentient diaper only to find not only are its straps gone, but he can’t even hook his thumbs into the waist! What in the- “Ah ah ah. Naughty boy. Trying to take off his nappy.” Leif heard a voice, he darted his head around to see who in the world just spoke to him, it felt like it was right next to him! “You won’t find me like that. Look down.” The motherly voice replied, with surprise and dread, the moth located the voice in question….the diaper itself, which had a little glow on the front. “Good boy. Very good boy. Don’t you feel good~? Don’t you like it when you get rubbed just liiiiike….” He felt the diaper start to rub the head of his erection, getting a stifled moan out of its captive. “A-Aahh….w-what are you? R-Release us, and never retur-A-Aaahh-” He held his mouth closed, squirming heavily as he felt the most intense sensation in a spot he didn’t know was sensitive; the taint. Like invading fingers, it scrambled and writhed in that hellish spot that threatened to make Leif moan out should he remove his hand. “Tsk tsk tsk. Good boys don’t talk like that. Now you get punished, no cumming until you’ve learned to be a good boy.” It scolds, still punishing his weak spot. His legs kicked and thumped against the dirt, whining behind his hand as he desperately tried to keep the moans to a minimum to not draw suspicion to his party. The padding only sought to make him squirm more, fondling his balls as it slowly transitioned from “the spot”. “Shhh…that’s a good baby boy. Yes~. He likes being touched, don’t you~?” It teased, adding to the blushing, writhing humiliation of the captive moth. “W-We do NOT.” Leif had to take a second to realize how he sounded, why did he make such a spoiled, whiny tone just now? He wasn’t a larvae, he was an adventurer, and CERTAINLY had no room in his mind to sound so….so….Juvenile! “Aww. Is it too much for the baby boy? Does he want it to slow down?” It continued to drill taunts in him, as well as continually probing and rubbing at his shaft and balls like loving hands that knew just where to squeeze and tickle. “S-Stop it….we are not a baby We’re a big bug!” It took a concerningly long amount of time for Leif to realize what he said again, it couldn’t have been him saying this! Was it the diaper making him sound as such? What if it made him do it in-front of Vi or Kabbu? By the queen, the humiliation would be too much! He had to get this thing off! Like the spoiled child it was trying to make him, he thrashed and thrusted his hips in a futile attempt to shake them off, clawing at the diaper as it went right back to the taint to punish and pacify its wearer. The struggles immediately stopped, poof Leif curling up and biting his finger as he was once again punished. “What did we say about being good, baby boy? Does someone need to be punished again to get the message?” It scolded, holding Leif right at the edge of climax during his punishment as to emphasize that point. Leif wasn’t going to win this battle, and before long his comrades were going to start getting suspicious of his absence. “N-Naah….aaah! W-We’ll….we’ll be good! We’ll be very good! P-Please….we can’t take anymore!” He whimpers, as the torture slowed down to a gentle knead at his shaft, and his legs lowered to the ground. “There we go~. No more punishment, just touchies.” The motherly voice cooed, relaxing Leif in lew of his shame and submission. Leif wasn’t getting out of this one, this diaper was going to rule over him until he found SOME way to get this thing off without telling a soul about it! Even after submitting to the whims of the devious diaper, it still hasn’t let him cum, in fact, he still hasn’t left the edge. “W-We want to cuuuum….l-let us cum.” Leif whined, kneading at his padded prison with a pouty look. “Good boys don’t whine. Are you whining, baby boy?” It said with a playfully threatening tone, but it was enough of a threat for Leif to immediately correct himself. “N-No! We’re not!” “That’s good~. Don’t forget.” It said in a sickly sweet tone. “Leeeeeif! Where are you?” Vi called out, looking for her moth friend in the tall grass. “W-We are coming!” Leif called back. “Not for a while you are~.” The voice giggled. “Nnnnfff….” (***) Leif was stuck. Stuck between pleasure and torture, hell and heaven, humiliation and instant release. The diaper took almost every opportunity to make Leif fumble his attacks, cloud his mind with feelings of lust and frustration, and NEVER letting him down from the teetering edge of orgasm it continues to torture him on. It had gotten to the point where the party was getting suspicious of his lacking performance despite his efforts to hide it, prompting an early return to town much to Leif’s fervent denial. But the teasing, oh that horrible teasing. That horrible, probing, AWFUL teasing. It knew what to say to fluster him, to confuse him, and worse; it would have worked him up even without the gentle strokes in the diaper. “They’ll find out~. They’ll find out just how much of a baby boy you really are~.” “N-No….” Leif whimpered under his breath. “Yes~. They’ll never stop teasing you, they’ll see how much you love it. Maybe even change you if you’re a good boy.” “S-Stop that….shut uuuup….” Leif mumbles, his eyes screwed shut as he tries to follow the ever concerned Kabbu and worried Vi. “Kabbu? Do you think Leif’s sick?” Vi whispered to Kabbu, extremely worried for her poor friend. “Well, that’s why we’re coming back. This is completely out of character for Leif, I wonder if he had contracted something in the dungeon? Agh, I knew we shouldn’t have split up!” Kabbu groans, Vi debates with him, assuring that Kabbu did the best he could and it isn’t his fault. Leif however, couldn’t have been worse for wear. Several agonizing hours trying to resist the mental projections and draining orgasm denial took its toll on poor Leif, all it took was one wrong stroke, one particular poke could set him off into the most intense orgasm he’s had. Unfortunately, he’s learned quite well that this diaper has a thing for accuracy. He watches as they near the gates, the pit of dread in his stomach growing larger as they advance. “They’ll all know~. They’ll know you’re a cummy baby that loves being teased in his diapers.” “W-We’re not….cut it out~....” He moans, feeling a deep rub at the base of his shaft. Kabbu sights the guards ahead, and waves them down. “Ho! We require your assistance.” He calls out, talking with them about someone who could treat their “ailing” friend. Vi looked back at Leif, increasingly worried for his state as he hunched over and barely moved forward. Leif could barely take anymore, he was doomed, and that evil, motherly voice knew it. “Time to cum~.” It chimed, chuckling as it moved its stimulation down to his balls again. Leif fell to his knees, head raised as his whole world went blank. He could hear his comrade’s voices, but he could barely register them as the diaper went into overdrive, stimulating every inch of his overstimulated cock to its limit, finally allowing him to cum. His mouth agape as he let out load after load of hot seed into the absorbent material of the diaper, he wasn’t even sure if he was making noise, all he felt at that moment was pleasure. Mind melting, will breaking, humiliating pleasure. “Good boy. Good cummy boy~. Let it all out.” The voice cooed in his mind. And he did, loading his diaper with his seed before he passed out with exhaustion right at the gate, the last thing he thought before drifting to the sweet nirvana of blackness and sleep, was the shame that burned hotter than the bright sun. He wanted to stay this way forever, so he didn’t have to confront his shame ever again, unfortunately, fate was never very kind. Leif refused to open his eyes, to even contemplate waking up as he feared the diaper would be there, exposed for all to see. What he was greeted with however, was more comforting. He was on a comfy medical bed, his head supported on a pillow to keep his neck from straining. It seems he was in a private hut with Kabbu sitting nearby, perking up as he noticed Leif’s movements. “Leif! Goodness, you gave us a scare! Ah….mm. There is uh….a matter we need to address however.” Kabbu said uncomfortably, Leif flushed red as he knew what the “matter” was. “I am not judging you, Leif. I would never do that to my own companions! And, besides, with the strange glow and odd material, it’s obviously a cursed object! I knew it was a bad idea to split up, such dastardly things could latch on you and without protection that I should have given you, you ended up-” “We did it.” Leif interrupted. “....Huh?” Kabbu paused from his infamous lectures. “We had placed the….item on ourselves. It was in a chest, curiosity got the better of us.” Leif admitted, turning away from Kabbu in shame. “Oh. W-Well, even so, I will not judge you. I will help you through this dilemma however I can!” He said proudly, as if that would lessen the embarrassment. Leif replied with a grunt, tightly clutching his bed’s pillow. “Where’s Vi?” He said after a long pause. “Vi is….well, Vi is being Vi. She is the reason we have the hut, and when she found the….item on you, she left in a fluster.” Kabbu explained, rubbing the back of his head. “Is there any way to remove it?” “We can not remove it ourselves but….it did mention ‘changing’.” Leif said, blushing at the mere thought. “It ‘said’? The thing can talk too? Well….not out of the realm of cursed items. Well, if that is what it takes.” Kabbu approached Leif, much to the moth’s chagrin. “W-What are y- D-Do not touch us!” Leif scowed, the puffy pad now in full view of his beetle companion. Kabbu sighed and just held him in place. “I told you, I will not judge you. I’ll free you of this, and we will not speak of it if that’s your wish.” He said with an assuring tone, feeling the moth relax afterwards. “Hold still, Leif.” He said softly, slowly taking off the straps of the diaper from Leif’s waist, sliding the separated nappy off his friend and seeing the “damage” inside. “It….has a strange way of cursing it’s victims.” Kabbu replied, only getting a blush out of Leif. He tosses it into a nearby bin, and gives Leif the appropriate supplies to clean up. “Only me and Vi saw it, your secret is safe with us, I swear this to you.” Kabbu said with confidence, Leif believed him, why wouldn’t he? Kabbu was always the most responsible and honest of the group, it was quite natural for him to take things in stride for the sake of his friends and strangers in need alike. “I’ll….leave you be to rest. We won’t have to leave for a while.” Kabbu says with a smile, closing the curtains behind him as he walks out. Leif sat in still burning embarrassment, mentally kicking himself for losing all his control so quickly and so soundly, it wasn’t like he WANTED to be tortured like he was. R-Right? All that teasing, the squirming, the whispers in his head that made him protest and squirm and protest, it was certainly a special kind of hell but….he’d probably go through it all over again. Leif buried his head in his pillow, trying to suppress the thoughts of the diaper putting him through torture yet again, and how much he’d started to enjoy it at the end of it all. He turned to lay his head on the side, his eyes wide as he saw something that wasn’t there before. It was another pair, a fresh pair like he had plucked it out of the chest yet again, just sitting there on the nightstand. “You know you liked it~. From the first rubs, and ending with the changing. You want to do it again and again. Being broken down into a sweet, squirming, cummy baby.” The voice returned, its influence stronger than before. Leif blushed brightly, already growing erect as he kept his eyes on the fresh diaper. “Go on. You know you want to~. You miss that wonderful kneading, don’t you?” The voice teased. “W-We….we do not! We are….mmnnff….” Leif whimpered, feeling the phantom rubs of padding driving him to orgasm again. “W-We are a big bug….we don’t need diapers….” “Oh~? Are you sure you’re a big bug? With that whiny tone? You’re just being fussy. Come now, put them back on. You’ll feel so much better~.” The voice continued to sway him. With a dazed look, Leif reached out to grab the cursed padding once again, bringing it closer to his quivering hips and twitching shaft. “What a good baby boy you are~.”