You're trapped in a bouncer, and permanent diaper suit with words "Doomed Diaper Dumbass" written on it, like you have been for the past few years. How long exactly? You no longer remember. Everyday is a struggle to escape your poofy prison while maintaining your last bits of sanity. You can only keep the time by the voice box collar on the suit's neck announcing every hour, on the hour: "Cummies in diapie~! Duhh~!" Followed quickly by you involuntarily cumming in your diaper.

You hear one of the dungeon's monsters walking up to you, and speaking to another. "Oh, that's the voice box of the trapped guy, right?" He sounds like a rather young Werewolf if you recall correctly. "Yep, been up there for years now- nobody can get it down, nor even tell who's inside..." The other answers, sounding like an older Kobold.

A third monster walks up to the pair, and joins the conversation. "Considering that dork singehandedly cleared the dungeon of traps by springing ALL of them, I think being immortalized like this is fitting~" This one sounds like a Kelpie somewhere between the ages of the werewolf and kobold.