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Chapter 18 Highlight Reel

"YOU WIN" flashed on the screen in front of Hana, known better as D.va, earning little more than a smirk from the professional's face. Not like she lost very often, after all. She let out a sigh, leaning back with a noisy plastic whine from her undergarments. She gazed at the chat. As always, they took notice. Messages of "Crinkle!" and "Dry!" with various emoticons filling the chat.

"Perverts," she said, her voice as casual as could be. She sighed, straightening up and pausing. "Aw, hold on. I need to use the bathroom," she said, running her hand through her hair and glancing away. "I'll just put up the break screen and be back in a bit, you guys don't mind, right?" she said, letting her smile grow a bit. She looked back, of course people were complaining, or wanting her to actually do it on the spot. "Come on, I'm not like a baby or anything, I can make it sometimes," she said, letting out a short giggle. "Naw, I'm kidding," she said, giving a little smile. "You guys wanna see this time? I don't feel like going off screen this time," she said.

Her eyes scanned the chat, a donation popping up. "Please let us see it!" she read. "Pervert." she said again. "Not like you need to pay me to use them or anything. I can't get wet if I'm not a little wet already, you know," she said, for now ignoring the cheers in the chat. "I'm a little curious about how I'll look doing it, anyway, so I better highlight that part of the stream, too. Honestly, the things I do for you degens..." she said, pausing for a moment before winking, and giving a bigger sign. "Alright, dude, pay close attention, cause this is for you," she said, standing up and pulling her skirt down. The blue garment fell with no fuss, revealing the pink and purple diapers underneath, complete with bunny designs. It was thick, too, thick enough that she could spend all day in it and use it multiple times with no problem. During longer streams, that was exactly what she did, and she had no problem with the vocal grunts or plastic tells letting everyone know when she used it or not. She hesitated for a moment, sure, pictures of her in them existed, but she hadn't quite used them on camera the way she was about to. She bit her lip. She had always fantasized about doing it in front of a viewer, or her audience, or even a crowd, but actually doing it, and showing it off? Not to mention that donation before, it was a perfect one thousand dollars. She didn't want to feel like she was cheating that dude. It was a dude, right? It didn't really matter overall, but... she threw her hand on the mouse, exiting out of a queue for a new match, and switching her stream camera. Rather than a small facecam, now the whole stream was the camera, though it was staring more at her belly than her diaper, although that was in focus. She then tilted the camera down so it was nice and center, and ran her fingers over the crinkly plastic.

"Hear that? Nice and dry. Alright, don't imagine anything too dirty, alright? I'm just using the bathroom, it's nothing weird or anything," she said, idly changing the settings, just to zoom the camera in. She spared only one more glance to the chat, everyone getting hyped up. Seemed dissenters weren't present this time. A few lewd comments, too, some sounded appealing, but she couldn't say that. Finally she let out a sigh, and let her eyes close. There was no slow start or anything, one moment everything was quiet, and then there was a pattering against the absorbent wall of her padding. Her diaper almost instantly started to sag, and she let out a sigh of relief. "Mm, listen to that," she said, reaching over and moving her mic closer to the article in question. She shifted a bit in place as the diaper started to flush yellow and expand, her legs unable to stay so close. "Goodness, how much did I drink?" she wandered allowed, letting out a sigh. "See? If I didn't buy the thickest I could find, I'd be leaking right now. You guys ask such mean things of little ol' me," she joked, pocking at her diaper again as some of the bunnies started to fade. She smiled, gripping the diaper, feeling the rush of fluid against her skin, the almost hot-feeling liquid permeating every space it could. Even now she still felt like she was going to leak, no matter how little she wet, or how well her tape job was. It held fast, at least, and let out a squish alongside the crinkles in her hand.