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Chapter 8 Dva's party

DVa checked her phone for the hundredth time that evening. She knew there were no new notifications but she couldn't help herself, she just kept re-reading the messages she had received from Mercy before she left home. The car she was in ran over a pothole and she bounced on the seat slightly, no matter how bouncy the ride was it was more comfortable than her mech. More stylish too and style mattered a lot to the young Korean as she travelled down the suburban streets.

"Do we need to stop anywhere, ma'am?" The driver of the car asked as they drove through the streets on the outskirts of Seoul.

"No thanks." D.Va replied without looking up from the phone screen.
D.Va was on her way to a party she had set up to celebrate the creation of Overwatch many years before. There were to be no press and no fans, just the heroes themselves having a nice formal party and get together. It had taken a long time to organise everything and D.Va had worked hard to do it all. Trying to martial so many busy people into one place at one time was unsurprisingly difficult, it had certainly been tougher than she expected.

There was an ulterior motive to the party. Ever since the documentary premiere six months earlier she had been clamouring to meet up with Mercy again. The Swiss woman was notoriously difficult to get hold of though, she was often volunteering in places that had been hit by natural disasters or needed help for some other reason. D.Va had organised this little formal gathering with everyone partly to keep in contact and partly so that she could see the woman who had changed her diaper again.

D.Va adjusted slightly in her seat and felt the diaper she was wearing rub against her. It was an intoxicating feeling and she closed her eyes for a moment just to enjoy the way it hugged her hips. She had to be careful not to look weird to her driver but he didn't seem to notice that things were a little odd in the back of his car.

There was no mech and no jumpsuit since this was a formal dinner party. D.Va had bought an expensive dress to wear. It was long and flowed all the way down past her knees, it was a deep purple in colour but not as skin tight as the things D.Va was used to wearing. She wanted a dress that wasn't form fitting so that her diaper was hidden underneath it.

With no jumpsuit D.Va had found a different to control the smells that might occur. She had anonymously commissioned a famous designer and manufacturer of plastic pants to create one with a seal that would stop the stink of the diapers contaminating the air around her. Plastic pants were usually used over cloth diapers but D.Va had done her research and found they would be great for her needs. She had very specific requirements and when they arrived and was more than happy with the job they did.
"Just another minute, ma'am." The driver said as they neared the quiet little building chosen for their party.

D.Va, as usual, was arriving late to the festivities. It seemed it didn't matter how early she started getting ready she always ended up arriving after everyone else. She started going over her final checks and surreptitiously opened her hand bag to see the spare diaper she had packed, it was a squeeze but it fit inside the fashionable bag and the clasps would hide it from sight. The young Korean patted her dress again and felt the diaper taped tightly underneath it.

Butterflies fluttered through the woman's tummy as the building appeared at the end of the quiet street in front of them. D.Va was happy to see that there was no paparazzi or anyone else here, the location hadn't been leaked and they would be able to have a party together undisturbed by anyone else.

"Thank you." D.Va said with a big smile to the driver as she stepped out of the car at the bottom of the steps to the hall.
As D.Va watched the car drive away she flattened out her dress again and tried to covertly check how hidden her diaper was. It didn't matter how many times she practised in front of a mirror she still felt nervous about being seen padded.