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Chapter 17 The D in Dva stands for Diapers!

Another battle, another victory. Once again, Overwatch had managed to emerge victorious against their enemies, and as to be expected, many were celebrating their win. As they all prepared to head back for an after battle patch up and then a quick celebration, the young, Korean gamer-turned-soldier known as D.va appeared to remain within her mech. Even as everyone else congratulated one another, she remained cooped up inside of there without any sign of coming out.

Concerned by this behavior, the angel-like woman who called herself Mercy walked over towards the mech and slowly began to knock on it. "D.va, are you alright? The battle is over now, and everyone is coming out to celebrate." she said, but again she did not receive a reply. "D.va...you didn't happen to have had another...accident, would you?"

The answer was not one that was initially answered verbally, but it was instead actions that gave her what she was looking for. The mech opened up, and standing there now was D.va, wearing her skintight mech suit. Yet abnormally, right on the front of it was a large, wet stain. While one may have initially thought that it was simply spilt soda, the moment they saw that the wetness was originating from the crotch area was more than enough evidence as to what the stain was truly from. Hana Song, famed as a grave soldier that fought for what was good...

Had wet herself.

"Hehe...that battle got a little intense. I didn't think that it would last nearly that long. Of course, Widowmaker had to make sure that it lasted a while..." D.va said, doing her best to justify what she had just done within her suit. "I was thirsty, so I had a soda or two, and...well, you can see what happened because of it..."

Sighing, Mercy shook her head in disappointment and then looked towards D.va as though she were a stern mother. "What did I say about drinking too much while out in the heat of battle? It never ends well for you. You should know that by now. Each and every time you end up-" Suddenly, the supporter was cut off by an acrid stench within the air, and one that had only come when the mech had opened up and D.va appeared before her. No... "D.va...you didn't..."

Giving only a nervous smile with pink cheeks, D.va turned around and revealed exactly what the source of that stench was. The back of her suit bulged out considerably in the skintight outfit, and looked as though it could be easily squished. "I-I also ate a few things...when Junkrat hit me, it kind of...made me lose control." The look of humiliation upon her face made it clear that even she hardly believed the justification she was trying to push.

This problem was getting out of hand, and Mercy was more than aware of it. With a sigh, the woman took D.va's hand and helped her out of the large, pink machine. Every movement that was made caused there to be squished right in the back of her suit, which caused a groan of disgust to come from the gamer.

"Eww...it's gross." D.va groaned as she got out of the mech, feeling the mess in the back of her suit mush rights up against her rear. "I should really start bringing extra changes of clothes when we go out on these missions. I swear, I've needed to clean my outfit so much lately..."

"Don't worry, you won't need to worry about washing your clothes much anymore. I have a solution in mind." Mercy said while taking D.va's hand into her own, leading her away to get her cleaned up.

Naturally, this caught the attention of the trouble D.va, who looked towards Mercy in a hopeful manner. "You have a solution to me having so many accidents?" she related, just to make sure she fully understood what her blond friend was talking about here. "Then come on, tell me! What do you think I could do to help with my accidents?"

Biting her lip, Mercy paused in her speech, attempting to think about the best way to drop what she was thinking about. "Well, it's just...while I don't suppose you'll be very happy with it at first, I assure you that it's the best way to-"