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Chapter 21 The D in Dva stands for Diapers!

She stared at the tablet, as the tablet stared back at her, Hana had her legs drawn up to
her chest, in a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt her hair held back by a pink headband as her nose
twitched, her pink facial marks twitching just a bit along with it. She was worried about what this
memo said, every other Mecha pilot seemed uncomfortable like they had insider's information
D.va didn't have. Random thoughts raced through her head, was it new painful seatbelts in the
Mechas? Were they getting a new Mechanic? Oh no...were they getting slower internet?! She
sighed, and gently set her slippered feet to the carpet, touching the tablets thin glass screen as
it came to life with a happy little jingle. As soon as she typed in her Mecha ID number, the
screen flashed with an important notification. As she looked at it, she spiraled, hoping one of her
teammates were not going to get fired!! What if she got fired?! She took a deep breath, picking
up the tablet in both hands she spoke calmly and clearly.
"Tablet, show me the Base-Wide memo." As soon as the words were out of her mouth a cutsie
magazine style newsletter flashed onto the screen, though there were cute chibi characters
D.va's heart rate was going a hundred miles a minute, before she paused, reading the line
everyone had been so dang worried about. 'All Pilots will be required to wear protective
underwear in all Mecha training sessions due to the incident with D.mon exactly one week ago.'
What the heck did that mean? Protective underwear? Did they mean all personnel had to wear
a cup to protect yourself from injuries? She sighed in relief, and set the tablet town on her desk
next to her pink computer, standing she moved out into the sort of movie theater common room
they were supposed to use for training debriefs but usually just watched movies on.
As soon as she walked out, she saw D.mon and Casino looking uncomfortable at the
doors to their rooms, odd...it looked like they had received packages? That's cute it must have
been from their familie- Her slipper squeaked as it meat the solid plastic of her own package,
picking it up she read the label and paused as it said it was the 'Protective Underwear' her had
government issued? That was like....wicked fast, it must be a pretty big deal that she wear it
huh, poor Casino and D.mon, they probably just didn't like everyone knowing they were wearing
special underwear, good thing she had thicker skin than them. She giggled softly to herself as
she took the package back into her room, all previous thoughts of a Nerf-itos bag of chips flying
from her mind as her curious bunny-like personality took over. The metal door behind Hana
shutting swiftly with a wind-like 'woosh!' As she came inside the lights turned on automatically
above her, and she set the package down in front of her, she undid the tape with a simple rip
then pushed open both flaps of the lid...and then went completely pale.
W-What was this? This had to be some some sort of joke! No government would issue
this...this wasn't even supposed to be called underwear!! She felt her cheeks tinge a gentle
shade of pink, as she unwrapped a vacuum sealed collum and picked up what looked to be a
diaper from the top of the stack. It was even colored like her Mecha jumpsuit. Colored a deep
blue down the front and up the rear, it had black patches on the hips separated by a thick pink
line, on the rear of the diaper and the front, smack in the middle was her signature bunny logo,
complete with 'Nerf This!' across it in splashed magenta text. Her cheeks were absolutely on fire
with how embarrassed this made her feel...she was supposed to wear this?! She was a grown
woman! She looked in the box, and noticed a slip of paper with instructions on it, telling her how
to put it on if she had trouble, even having diagrams to help her tape it by herself. Underneath
is, red text spelled out exactly why Hana expected the next week to be hell for her.
'Please remember Pilots as stated in your memo there is extra for you to get used to
wearing them for a full week before your next training session.' She froze, she had to wear them
now? She looked down at herself, blushing pink as she murmured to herself almost like she was
in a daze of confusion.
"But...my shorts won't fit over them." They were exceptionally fluffy, most likely to make sure the
pilot, in extended flights, or rigorous training wouldn't get chaffed, or other things D.va refused to
think about thank you very much!! She threw the diaper she had unwrapped onto her bed,
starting to pace her room, cupping her warm cheek with her slightly cooler hands. Did they
really expect her to do this? Wear a diaper? Would they check her if she tried to slip by without
wearing one? Would she be reprimanded if they found out? All these questions and more raced
through her head as she paused in her pacing, her eyes falling onto the colorful plushy soft
diaper that sat on her bed, completely innocent. She came closer to it, reaching out a hand to
touch the crotch of the diaper, her cheeks going pink for a reason...she couldn't quite explain it
was like embarrassment but something made her suddenly want to put it on? No! No way! She
was just...curious that was all! Of course she would be, she hadn't worn diapers since she was
a little bunny, and even then she doesn't remember it!! Hana moved to her room door and
locked it, the small hologram above the metal lock changing from green to red as she moved
back to her bed, hesitating.
Should she really be putting this on her? Should she complain to the head? A part of her
held back, it was only well.. 'Protective Underwear' and it had her colors and her logo surely it
wouldn't be out of line for her to try something on she was supposed to be wearing anyway?
D.va took her hands down to the button of her shorts, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of
her panties she pushed them down till they dropped around her ankles, the cool breeze making
her shiver softly in embarrassment...she felt guilty, like what she was doing was wrong but she
wasn't hurting anybody she picked up the diaper and put the instructions on the bed, standing
with her legs apart, she gently lifted it up between her legs shivering just a bit more as she felt
the brush of softness against her most sensitive place. She was dead silent, feeling warm, and
oddly soft as she pushed the tapes down across the front of her diaper, her....diaper. Just
saying it in her head made her feel a whole confusing blend of emotions she wasn't sure what to
do with.
Hana turned to face herself in the mirror, and noticed her T-Shirt covered the diaper from
sight, it oddly made her spine tingle, like it was hidden from the world, the only person in the
world who knew her secret was her and her alone...and she could choose to reveal it at any
time. She gently grabbed the hem of her shirt with baited breath, and lifted it to see the diaper
snug on her hips, crinkling and wrinkling with every movement of her smooth pale thighs. An
odd hot sensation was begging as she moved her hips, the softness brushing against her, it
made her feel naughty to wear this...sexy? She tried to blot that thought out instantly, no way!!
But...the thought came back, along with the feeling of heat. It came as a surprise to her when
she felt a soft whimper escape her lips when she moved her hips once more, the softness
rubbing on it in a way that made her want to do things...naughty things her teammates would
surely find disgusting, but she didn't feel herself caring about that, with her shirt lifted in the
mirror, her fingers danced along the edge of her diaper hem, biting her lip her eyes were hazed
with heat and need. Her soft pale fingers pushed past her hem down to the petals of her flower,
as she felt the plush of the diaper move against her, a soft breathy noise, more than a whimper
less than a moan escaped her, her legs felt weak and she found herself sinking to the floor in a
mess as her knees gave out. Her fingertips pushed past the sensitive lips of her pussy getting
slick with how wet she was over the diaper, how soft it was mixing with the taboo feeling. She
spread her thighs apart, not caring anymore she lifted her T-Shirt higher, letting it rest on her
breasts as her other hand came up to grip her soft chest. It felt so good. She rubbed a fingertip
slow over the tip of her clit, opening her mouth to pant into the air of her room, as the soft
pleasure began to escalate, she squeezed and rubbed at her own chest, her delicate thumb
teasing the stiff peak of her nipple her diaper soaking up any excess wetness she made the
'Nerf This!' fading as the diaper took on more and more moisture from her naughty bunny
playtime. Hana drooled a bit as she pushed a different finger slowly inside her as she teased
her own clit, panting faster as her body commanded her to provide it with more air. Her body
trembled with pleasure as she gently pushed her finger in drawing a real moan from herself as
her head tilted back, a shower of brunette hair washing over her back, her headband falling to
the floor as she touched herself. Her eyes closed as she teased herself with another finger the
whole while her free hand was bruising the pale flesh of her breast. Softly, she pushed the
second finger in, a stuttering whimper escaping her as a gush of horny excitement soaked her
pussy. She raised herself on her knees, her diaper crinkling, only serving to make her go faster
in her tempo. Sliding both fingers inside of her, she let out a loud shameless moan her free
hand moving to touch the back of her diaper, then the front, pushing the plushy softness against
herself, turning her on in ways she didn't think were possible before. She slid her fingers in and
out of herself, the wet noises making her bite her lip to keep from being too loud, though her
diaper crinkling from her movements would drown out any whimper or moan she happened to
make. Hana felt a warm heat gather and shamelessly went faster, forgetting to breath as she
played with her clit, excitement soaking her fingers as she practically humped her own hand,
wanting to reach her climax, a secret part of her wanting to cum in her diaper like a naughty girl.
The warmth bubbled inside of her driving her mad until finally a gush of releaf swept over her
hand, soaking into the fluff of the diaper, and leaking out the sides to drip slowly down her hips,
drawing a loud "Oh god yes~!" from her lips, before she trembled, weak from lack of oxygen and
the exertion she had put on herself, she sand to the ground again, closing her eyes to pant,
looking down at her sex soaked diaper, she blushed...hoping the people in charge didn't ask
why she was going to use so many of them in the first week...she loved being naughty.

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