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Chapter 20: Diapered Behind Enemy Lines

Hana Song's tendency to lose control in the heat of battle was a double-edged sword. On one hand, her sometimes reckless willingness to throw herself into the action and win at all costs allowed her to fight her way out of what would otherwise be impossible odds. On the other hand, "loss of control," didn't just mean that she would go berserk in the middle of a fight. She would lose control of everything, not just her fear of failure, but control over her body too, including her bowels and bladder. It was because of this that D.VA wore diapers in battle: to keep herself clean and her mess contained even when things got incredibly heated.

Naturally, her diaper usage was her most carefully guarded secret. It would be absolutely scandalous if people found out that the world famous superstar gamer and MEKA pilot also had a habit of shitting herself. Nobody knew about her secret besides D.VA herself. Not even her teammates knew that they were fighting alongside a girl in diapers in the heat of battle. Luckily, she hadn't even come close to a slip up, not even once. Hopefully, that wouldn't change.

D.VA changed into a fresh diaper, putting her skintight suit on over it and then jumping into her MEKA. The holographic displays in the cockpit flickered to light, as D.VA took hold of the controls. She thrust them forwards, sending her MEKA souring out of the hanger, and towards her mission, into danger.

The mission was to destroy a Talon base that'd been erected near the Korean cost. Talon were not aware that Overwatch intel had knowledge of this base, so D.VA had the element of surprise. That wouldn't last too long of course, a huge rocket-shooting MEKA could only be so discreet. That was exactly the point, though: while she drew the enemy fire by raining hell on them from above, her teammates would infiltrate the base from below while they were distracted. It was a maneuver they'd pulled off countless times-how could it possibly go wrong?

"Hey, up here!" D.VA said to the Talon soldiers below. Her job was to draw their attention and fire, so why not taunt them to get the ball rolling? The soldiers looked to the sky, and raised their rifles, firing at the hovering pink MEKA above their heads. D.VA's MEKA wasn't just durable-it was nimble too, and with skillful use of her thrusters she was able to avoid a majority of their shots. The ones that she couldn't simply dodge were absorbed by her defense grid.

Of course, she wasn't just going to fly around and get shot at the whole time. A volley of tracking missiles flew through the air, leaving a green trail behind in their wake. Numerous Talon soldiers were taken out, and the remaining ones were fired on by her MEKA's guns. Unfortunately, D.VA's confidence was beginning to get the best of her. She was so focused on the scattering, terrified soldiers below that she didn't notice the one behind her, loading an anti-air missile into his shoulder mounted cannon. D.VA didn't even hear it firing, so loud were her victorious cheers as the concentration of soldiers began to diminish. Maybe her teammates on the ground wouldn't even need to bother breaking in.

Just when D.VA felt as though everything was going right, things went very, very wrong. The homing missile collided with her MEKA, sending it hurdling towards the earth in a ball of flame. The controls were unresponsive. D.VA had no choice but to bail right in the middle of enemy territory. She pressed the eject button, the last part of her MEKA that had any functionality. She was launched out of her exploding MEKA. Luckily, the arc of her flight was concealed by the explosion, meaning that the Talon soldiers wouldn't know where she'd landed right away.

That was only a small comfort though. D.VA was still diapered, trapped behind enemy lines with only a pistol to defend herself with, and an entire legion of Talon soldiers eager to finish her off. She could only hope that the small strike team would rescue her before it was too late, and that they didn't discover her in a compromising position.

D.VA's worst fears were beginning to materialize, as her gut emitted a sinister gurgle. All that Nano Cola and junk food she consumed had taken its tole, and her bowels were filled to the brim with a watery sludge that was eager to be let out. Her nerves didn't do much to settle her stomach either. She laid a hand against her cramping gut to soothe it, but it did little to help. She was grateful that she was wearing a diaper though. She wore it exactly for scenarios like this, and not for sexual or fetishistic reasons, certainly.