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Chapter 14 The D in Dva stands for Diapers!

D.Va didn't know what was worse: being captured by Talon, or being captured by Talon while she was testing a device that looked and worked an awful lot like a diaper. It was supposed to be an experimental new design that would 'enable long term missions.' But it had basically just been a diaper that didn't look like a diaper.

And now D.Va had to wear a diaper that looked too much like a diaper.

It seemed like anything you could get out of a store, tight, white, and plastic. It had cartoon wrenches and gears printed on it. And it was the only thing D.Va was allowed to wear inside this Talon prison.

It had only been minutes since she'd been forced into the diaper and dropped into a sealed room. There was only a small hatch in the ceiling that D.Va had barely fit through, and that could only be opened from the outside. There was no hope of D.Va escaping her prison by herself.

She was stuck here.

And 'here' was an insultingly infantile prison. A small chest full of children's toys sat in one corner, an adult sized crib in another corner, and plush carpeting on the floor. Not to mention the bright pink walls and ceiling. And D.Va's """favorite""" part: a statue coming out of one wall that looked like a naked woman with huge breasts. D.Va had been told that she'd have to suck on the nipples if she wanted to get her meal supplements.

Gross.

And this whole cell was automated. Food was 'delivered' through the statue, and apparently D.Va's diaper would expand and disinfect as necessary to make sure she would not be changed in her entire time at this prison. She'd been told, "Before long, it'll be bigger than your mech. And don't worry, we'll keep you here long enough for that to happen."

Gross.

And her hands were bound behind her back, so there was little she could do to try and escape. Talon had no interest in releasing her, and she had no way of breaking out, so who knew how long she'd be in this prison?

The last thing she'd been told still bounced around her head. "Once you've messed your diaper, all you have to do to get it off is to hit orgasm. It might be tough without your hands, but I'm sure you'll be happy to experiment."

First of all, gross.

But what had they meant? They'd seemed awfully certain-

Then the buzzing started. It was right between her legs, and D.Va quickly felt a heat building. She couldn't help moaning. And it just kept progressively growing more powerful.

First it was just a buzz, then a sharp vibration, and eventually it was totally blasting her.

D.Va was gasping for breath, completely caught off guard by how much pleasure she felt. This was it, she was gonna cu-

And then it cut off.

It took only moments for everything to go cold in D.Va's diaper, and she was really frustrated. Was this just another kind of torture?

About an hour later, the buzzing started up again, and D.Va vigorously began humping the side of her crib, trying to get herself over the edge.

She was getting closer, closer, burning hot and moaning.

And then it cut off.

D.Va tried to keep humping the crib, but nothing she did could take her over the edge.

Another couple hours passed, and this time it wouldn't stop. Whenever D.Va tried to hump one of the few objects in the room, the buzzing would slow but not stop. And as soon as she tired, and stopped humping, the buzzing would crank up again.