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Chapter 12 Dva:diaper destroyer

Hana Song, known by everyone in the world as D.VA, had a tiny problem. She was starting her new training sessions for long missions. Missions that could last days upon days with only her MEKA there to protect her from the elements.
That included dealing with surviving alone with a few necessities. MEKA had a lot inside of it including a small storage box for her snacks and drinks but the creators had yet to build a bathroom of sorts.
The team sending her on this training session assured her they would see into building something but as for now she would have to settle for the 'survival underwear'.
When the team handed her the uniform for the training, it was obvious what they truly were.

"This is a diaper," D.VA said plainly, turning the underwear in her hands to check and see if it felt like one as much as it looked.

It crinkled in her hands when she squeezed it, confirming that it was just an adult diaper.

The team looked at one another, seeming to try to find some excuse about what it really was but with the look on D.VA's face it was clear they couldn't find anything.

"It's a specially made one to last these missions. We just need you to wear it and test it out for us. For the rest of the team, you know?"

D.VA couldn't look at the people in front of her, too embarrassed by the fact she really had to wear this under her usual uniform. Instead of arguing further, D.VA hurried to the dressing room to see if it was as bad as it looked.

It was.

Clearly visible through her skin tight suit, the back was thick and crinkling with every move she made. With a shaking hand, D.VA reached down to pat at the underwear to see how it felt.
The feeling of the soft padding against her lips made her almost jump in surprise. It felt...nice? She wasn't sure yet, starting to press harder for more pressure. It wasn't so bad, she thought while scrunching up her nose, it almost felt good she realized. She moved her hand from the front where her bundle of nerves sat to give it a proper press and sighed to herself.
This wasn't the time to be experimenting when there were people waiting on her.
So instead of indulging on the feeling that was creeping in her lower area, D.VA fixed herself to try to look a little less bulky and stormed out where the team eagerly waited to start the training.

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At first, D.VA didn't seem too bothered when she was sent off. It was just a practice area where she would be locked down for a certain amount of time to see how she would fare in this test.
There were simulations of fights where she would attack but other than that it was mostly waiting. She was lucky enough to get breaks in between the fights to catch a game or two while remembering not to snack too much. She had to ration everything and had a list pop up to remind her what she could and could not eat at a certain time. It wasn't until the pressure on her bladder came. It started out just as a passing feeling, something she thought she could easily hold for a bit longer.
When the signal came for an attack that's when D.VA started to worry. Laying stomach down in her MEKA, it left her struggling to keep everything in even as she had to avoid imaginary fire from an enemy omnic. When a hit landed on her left side and shook the entire machine, that's when the first accident happened. It started out just as a leak, D.VA doing her best to concentrate on the fight by squeezing her legs together but unable to with the thick padding. Instead, she let it happen as the fight continued. It was a steady stream, making D.VA blush when she realized it almost felt nice. The warmth that spread throughout the underwear left her feeling almost relaxed. Once she was done, both with the fight and her mess, D.VA took a moment to rest.
She wasn't sure if she could handle anymore of these messes with how warm this one left her and with another few hours to go, she could only hope nothing else would happen.
Wishful thinking wasn't what a solider like her was used to when her stomach started to cramp. The tight feeling that made her guts feel as if they were being twisted left her to bite at her lip and glare at the over sized hologram of an enemy in front of her. She couldn't do this. She wouldn't be able to fight off this hulk of a machine when her stomach was hurting this bad from holding it in.
She knew also that she couldn't abandon this training. It was vital to the studies to the team and for the Overwatch HQ that were interested in her.
So taking in a deep breath, D.VA chose to go head first into the fight.
In the back of her mind as she finished off the omnic with a swift charge that reared her MEKA upwards, the feeling of her mess slipping out into her diaper and curling against her ass left her feeling warm in between her legs. Not just from the lose of control from her bladder but deep in her core.
She knew once this training was done she would have to find some time to herself alone to experiment more.