I slumped back onto the bed in a sweaty, exhausted heap.

Six hours.

Six hours.

Haven had finally relented when I ran through the plastic gallon of water I’d brought along to stay hydrated. I’d done as I promised–every perverted, horny, intensely hot thing I’d been commanded to.

I’d fingered myself, both over my diaper and with my hand inside. I’d humped every toy I’d brought along. I’d spanked my thighs until they were burning red, and even now they were so tender I could barely touch them. I’d gagged myself multiple times, with dildos, ball gags, a pacifier, even a pair of panties that I’d soaked in my squirt.

I’d had to do… things that involved reaching into the back of my diaper, though I’d been allowed to wash my hands with the baby wipes I had available. At the moment, a particularly large steel plug still rested inside me, heavy and distracting, since nobody’d told me I could take it out. And this was only the things that the people online could see–they couldn’t tell that Haven was fucking me every moment they could, teasing me when they weren’t, making sure that every time I spanked myself on the thighs, I was impacted just as hard on my ass beneath the diaper so that the red, tender skin ran cleanly up from my lower thigh to my lower back.

And to cap it all off, I stank. There was no other word for it, no way to sugarcoat. The only thing I could smell was myself, my sweat, my mess, my utterly devastated diaper. I’d leaked onto the bed–half from pee, half from squirting so many times I’d lost count. The hotel was going to be pissed, and would probably need to throw out the bed.

And not a single one of the horny fuckers who’d bossed me around had let me change. I was still in the same filthy, messy diaper that I’d put on back at the pharmacy, though I’d needed to find duct tape to secure it in place so it wouldn’t fall off my hips from all the abuse.

“Please,” I whimpered to Haven, lying back on the bed. “Let me change.”

(You had the chance to persuade them, Charlie. Nobody let you. That’s your fault.)

“I can’t keep this diaper on forever,” I mumbled through exhausted lips. “And I need to sleep. It’s not a ‘want’, it’s a need. Human bodies can’t go on forever.”

A moment of thought passed, before Haven finally seemed to relent. (Fine. You may take off your diaper, shower, and then sleep.)

“Thank–” I started to say.

(Leave your diaper on the bed.)

“Uh…” I said, less certain. “Okay.”

Stripping out of the layers of diapers, I wadded it up into a ball. It didn’t look as destroyed as it’d felt - it was just a mottled layer of white plastic bundled up and left like a beach ball on my mattress.

I knew Haven was going to make me sleep on the bed, in the puddle I’d made, but a shower still sounded incredible. My aching butt and thighs longed to be clean, and I felt as though there was enough sweat caked on me to fill a tub.

Shuffling to the shower, I turned the water to lukewarm and stepped in.

(You enjoyed it,) Haven thought as the water rushed over my body.

“Endorphins,” I protested. “That’s it.”

(You can’t lie to me. I noticed how you nudged those other humans in certain directions. You all but begged them to make you spank yourself, and you reveled in the helplessness when you were given what you wanted.)

I didn’t feel like I was lying. I hadn’t done that, certainly not on purpose.

(Had I?)

“Er…” I said, trying to change the subject. “So, what are you going to do to me tomorrow?”

(I want to see how much you heal from that spanking,) Haven thought. (I should be accelerating that process. If you’ve cleared up, then we’ll need to start from scratch. After that, I’m not going to tell.)

I swallowed, then hesitantly asked. “Wait, you can heal me?”

(I amplify your body’s own resources. Your own body is healing you, I just make it work faster.)

I didn’t know what to do with that information, so I just shrugged. “Sure.”

(Your body is clean.)

Taking that as a warning, I turned off the shower and stepped out, drying myself off with a towel. “So… I can sleep now? No strings attached?”

(Just one.)

I swallowed, waiting for the hammer to drop.

(You’ve made your own pillow for the night.)

“I what? I don’t underst–” I started, before getting it.

Blushing and breathing shallowly, I trudged back to the bed. I’d long since pushed all the hotel pillows off to the side, and removed the covers, so the only thing on the bed was my own diaper. My own roughly pillow-sized diaper.

Picking up a blanket from the floor, I climbed into bed. The mattress squelched beneath me, a reminder that I was probably on the hook for a lot of cleaning fees. Moving my diaper up to the head of the bed, I laid down.

Just inches away from my nose, the stink was almost unbearable. No matter how shallow my breath, I couldn’t even turn my thoughts away from the foul stench of my diaper.

I thought, given the circumstances, it might prevent me from falling asleep.

As it turns out, I was wrong. The fatigue of the day had me knocked out in minutes.

…

When I awoke in the morning, I took stock of a few things.

First: Though the bed had already been sodden, the wetness was warmer and damper than I remembered.

“Did I wet the bed?” I asked aloud, rubbing at my eyes.

(You did. I wanted to make sure you got your rest, so I made your body release.)

Nose wrinkled, I sat up, noting that the tenderness and bruises on my thighs and butt had vanished. “How much control do you have over my body, exactly?”

(Enough.)

“Hmm,” I said.

(You have an idea?)

I hadn’t formed it clearly in my head, but the thought crossed my mind more distinctly. I knew about Venom, and even if I hadn’t kept up following anything, I’d read plenty of comic books in my youth.

“Like…super powers,” I said. “Can you do that?”

I felt my thoughts flutter, disturbingly like having someone rifling through a filing cabinet in my brain.

(Interesting.)

“Sorry, whatever,” I said, getting to my feet.

(No, no. Interesting, because…I can. Perhaps not like this, ‘Superman’, but certainly you’ll be stronger than any other humans.)

I hesitated.

(No, no way…)

(But,) Haven thought. (What would you give me in exchange? We’ve agreed that I’ll depart in a week, after all, to find a new plaything.)

I shook my head, walking to the little bathroom sink to get some water. “And I’m sticking to that. I want you gone.”

Haven’s black, inky body grabbed me, stopping me. (You need to put on a new diaper.)

“I need water,” I grumbled, but I stopped short of provoking Haven and walked over to the pack of disposable diapers I’d purchased. “What are you going to do to me today, anyways?”

(I explored some of your memories last night,) Haven said, (Learned more about humans. I think I’m going to get you banned from your mall.)

I blinked, eyes widening. “W-what?”

(I’m curious at what point they’ll deem you unacceptably putrid–will a full diaper do it on its own, or will you need to leak? Will you have to take your skirt off and display how much you’ve ruined them?)

Face turning pink, I tried to protest, but I knew it would be futile. If I wanted Haven gone, I’d have to comply, even if that meant debasing myself publicly.

I got dressed. My clothes were in need of a wash, but Haven didn’t care, dressing me up in my old skirt, my shirt. Though it smelled of sweat, that was nothing: Before I could even leave the hotel room, they forced me to squat, to push, to overpower the sweat stink with a far more acute stench that radiated from my new diaper.

They at least let me bundle up my old diaper in a trash bag and throw it in the dumpster outside. For the mattress, I just left a note apologizing, before getting on my bicycle and riding away.

A full diaper on a bicycle is no pleasant experience. Every bump or crack in the road rattled the seat into my diaper, and my body weight smushed the mess into me.

I did notice, though, my lack of fatigue. Knowing Haven was there, what they could do, I realized they were keeping my body energized.

Locking it up in front of the Four Pines mall, I whimpered. “So?”

(For now, you’re just going to shop for a while. Get close to others. Make sure they notice your stink. If in an hour, nobody’s asked you to leave, we’ll increase your humiliation.)

Swallowing, I waddled inside.

This early on a weekday, the mall wasn’t packed, but it had plenty of customers. With no particular goal and nothing I genuinely intended to buy, I picked the bookstore by the door for my first target.

I weighed my motivations. On one end–I was mortified at the thought of being caught, of having someone recognize me and notice what I’d done, what I was wearing. On the other, at least if I got thrown out early, it’d only be for having a smelly diaper. If Haven forced me to escalate, it would only get worse.

By the wrinkled noses of other shoppers, I could tell people noticed. Some even cast glances my way. Haven forced me to bend over to look at books on low shelves, and I knew more than a few people got a good look at my puffy, sagging bottoms, but nobody said anything.

I moved on–to a Hot Topic, to a clothes store, to the food court to finally get breakfast. I got looks, and pinched noses, and even a few giggles, but no confrontation. Certainly nobody banned me from the mall.

(When you’re done eating,) Haven warned, (Go buy a new pair of white stockings.)

(Why?) I asked in my head, silent so that nobody would notice me talking to myself.

(Because I’m going to make you leak, and it’ll be more visible in white stockings than bare legs,) Haven explained.

I turned pink, but finished eating and got up, waddling to a new clothes store to obey.

There were options. I perused over them, finally selecting one that seemed like it’d absorb the most, that’d stain the most visibly. Wearing them out of the dressing room, I–

“Brian, let go.”

I blinked, glancing over towards the back of the store, to a space well away from any employees or other shoppers. A tall man was standing close to a short girl, uncomfortably close, his hand gripping her arm tightly. He looked smug, she only seemed afraid.

“Come on,” he said, looming over her. “It’s my birthday.”

“Haven,” I whispered.

I was making a lot of assumptions here, but I recognized someone who wanted to be anywhere else when I saw them.

(Her heart rate is elevated, and he’s enjoying himself,) Haven said. (I can smell his endorphins. He knows she’s afraid. He likes that.)

That was all I needed. I walked right up. I didn’t have a public image to worry about, not when Haven was set on tanking it anyways, and I had confidence that came from having nothing to lose.

“Hey,” I interrupted. “The girl said to let go.”

They both looked at me. His grip tightened on her arm. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Nobody,” I said. “But she said to let go.”

She shook her head, a warning to me. Not to get involved, for my own safety. Maybe for hers.

Part of my confidence flickered–if I handled this poorly, if he left pissed off and with a bone to pick, he might take it out on her later.

His nose wrinkled as he finally caught a whiff of me. Recognized what I’d done, what I was wearing. “Did you shit yourself?” he asked.

“You’re going to let her walk away,” I shot back, ignoring his question.

He did let go of her arm, but only to step up to me, to loom. “And why should I listen to you?”

I looked around, then thought, (Haven? I’m kind of out of my depth here. Help me out, I’ll return the favor.)

(With pleasure. I need you to touch him.)

Uncertain, I reached out, grabbing his arm. I didn’t squeeze hard, but I felt a little of Haven’s inky body make skin contact with him.

And, suddenly, the guy turned furious. “Bitch!” he shot, raising his other arm, preparing to throw a fist.

(There you go,) Haven thought in the split second. (Now it’s self defense. Good luck.)

My eyes widened, but my reflexes took over–Haven’s enhancement allowed me to duck, easily, and his punch sailed past me. I wasn’t prepared to counter attack, but he turned and tried to kick me. I sidestepped as well, dodging easily.

(What did you do?) I thought, giggling as another punch soared past me.

(Adrenaline and hormone spike, I turned on his fight-or-flight,) Haven explained.

(Well, keep it up, this–)

A fist connected with my face as I misread a jab.

In that moment, Haven shot up, catching the blow with their inky body, and the guy screamed like he’d just punched bricks, recoiling his hand in pain.

“What the fuck?” he blurted.

It was time to end the fight–and I did, with one well placed kick between his legs.

It felt great. The adrenaline surge thrilled me, and as he slumped to the floor, I saw Haven shoot out from me, a little glob latching onto his leg. (And now…to make sure he remembers his lesson.)

I don’t know what endorphins flooded the guy’s body, but he began to cry, lying down in a fetal heap, right as an employee caught up with us, looking over the scene.

I glanced back at him. He had on a uniform, and looked perplexed. “What–I’m calling security.”

I didn’t have an opportunity to explain. A minute later, security showed up, finally taking in questions. I answered them honestly, leaving out the Haven-related details while the guy sobbed on the floor: He’d been harassing the girl, and attacked me. I’d defended myself. Security footage would show that he threw the first punch.

Confident that I was going to be exonerated, I asked, “Can I go back to shopping?”

“Actually,” the employee said, while the security guard got the girl’s story. “I need to, eh…ask you to leave.”

I blinked. “What? He attacked me.”

“Yeah, no, it’s because…” he blushed. “You didn’t pay for those stockings before you, uh…peed on them.”

I blinked, then looked down. I hadn’t even noticed my diaper leaking, soaking into the stockings just like Haven had warned. “Seriously?” I demanded.

(I told you what would happen,) Haven chuckled in my thoughts.

Thinking I’d been addressing him, the employee said, “Sorry, it’s policy…it’s not up to me. You don’t have to pay for them, at least.”

“So what, I’m banned?” I asked.

“Yeah. Sorry, again.”

“Thank you,” I said, relieved to be done. I’d gotten my ban, I could finally leave the mall and never look back.

That could have gone worse, there was just only one more concern.

(Could we do this again?) I inquired of Haven.

(If you want to keep my abilities, you’ll need to keep me, too,) they thought back. (And all that entails. I won’t stop humiliating you.)

(But you’ll give me your powers?) I thought. (That’s a trade I’m willing to make.)

Haven considered for a moment, and I felt them slip into my diaper, toying with me, making me shudder. (You’re certain? You don’t want me gone in a week?)

I nodded. (I’m certain.)

Haven thrust into me right there in the store. I stifled a gasp in front of the security guard, the employee, the girl I’d just saved.

(Alright,) Haven thought. (You have yourself a deal.)

I straightened, trying to keep a straight face, to hide that I was being actively fucked from the guard, the employee, the woman I’d saved. Turning, I thought, (May I change before I leave? Or do I have to go back to the hotel and then change?)

Haven’s laughter echoed in my brain, not quite coherent words, just pure mirth. (Who said you’re allowed to leave?) Stumbling, I caught myself as–in the same moment they thought this–another probing lash of mass forced its way up my bottom, now filling me in both holes.

(What? I got banned!) I thought, biting my lip, breathing hard through my nose. People stared, and even if they didn’t notice my labored breathing or flush face, they definitely noticed the dark yellow stain that ran down my tights and the putrid odor drifting off of my diaper.

(You got banned from this store,) Haven thought, their thoughts full of malicious glee. (You need to be banned from the mall. Keep shopping, plaything. If you’re not barred from entry in an hour, we’ll see what happens when you’re wearing only your diaper.)