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Chapter 29: D.va's movie

Are you finally ready?" The director asked, angrily glaring Hana down as she walked back onto set. "This is a movie set, not a daycare" He added, ruffling his mustache as he talked. Having worked in the movie industry for years on end, he was clearly expecting more of the famous Hana Song, though to his disappointment, she wasn't the flawless actress he imagined, but instead a needy child in a mature body.
"I'm ready! No worries, I'll be okay for a while now" Hana responded, ignoring the director's rude tone as she finished off a can of her favorite soft drink and placed it onto a table nearby.
"How many of those have you had?" The director asked, gesturing to the now empty can.
"Enough, now let's get started!" Hana moved onto set, a rustling crinkling noise filling the air as she did so. Sighing loudly, the director looked away from the obvious bulge that protruded from Hana's skinsuit. A rounded lump that was easily seen from all angles as Hana's thick fluffy diapers held tight around her.
"Ready, lights, camera, sound, actors, ACTION!" With that, recording resumed as scheduled.

A familiar feeling slowly grew within Hana as she stood idly by, waiting for the actor adjacent to her to finish reading their lines. Without thinking, the slim brunette began silently bouncing on her heels as she always did when she felt the urge to go. She could feel the diaper shaking subtly as she did so. It wasn't something she was proud of, but her overactive bowels and bladder caused her to need to use diapers during the day and pullups at night. At first it was more embarrassing than anything, though overtime she had learned to come to terms with it, even wearing larger less hidden ones on set and allowing editing to hide it for her.
"CUT! Song, what is that?" The director asked loudly, the actor opposite of Hana sighing and stretching after the stress of acting was lifted. Hana froze in place and felt the urge to go growing as eyes from all around piercing through her. Looking back into the eyes of the director, Hana pushed her knees together subconsciously and shivered a bit.
"Oh uh... I kind of... have to go..." Feeling the anger radiate from the director, Hana closed her eyes and prepared for the worst.
"Just go, we need to finish this scene sometime in the next century" Opening her eyes and staring in a bit of shock, Hana looked around the room. The rest of the crew seemed to not be fazed by the director's order, almost as if they were expecting this. "You're wearing those for a reason right? Just go so we can continue" after a quick moment of hesitation, Hana took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Wearing a diaper in front of others and actually using them were two completely different things, but she knew that there really wasn't any other choice. It was either use the diaper for its intended purpose or continue having to strip completely just to use the toilet once, which only delayed filming more and more each time she had to go.
A small mental block stopped her from being able to push properly for a second; she was too used to using the toilet. Even though she had to use diapers, she still had a calling to use the bathroom anytime she felt the urge. Pushing the block to the side, Hana calmed herself, steeled her nerves and pushed. The stream did a stop and start pattern for a bit, the stream breaking as Hana struggled to keep it going. Eventually, it began picking up speed, slowly turning from broken drops to a full-fledged waterfall. The warm spot slowly increasing in size as Hana continued to pee. A chill went up her spine as she realized she was peeing right in front of everyone she worked with. It was invigorating while still terrifying.
Ending the process with one final push, Hana stood up, breathing a bit deeper and quicker than expected, feeling a little bit of sweat forming on her face as she looked around. Everyone seemed to be business as usual despite what she had just done.
"I'm... done" Hana sheepishly spoke out, returning to her position on set. The now wet diaper felt a tad saggier, and the warm moist spot rubbed up against her legs as she walked.
"Good" The director said as he readjusted his sitting position. "Now let's begin, and finish this time"

'Oh no...' Hana thought to herself, it had been no longer than thirty minutes after the wetting had occurred before another; much stronger urge had hit her. At first it was a simple feeling, though it soon turned to a pressure that built upon itself as the minutes had passed. She tried to hold it back as much as she could, but the force behind the pressure built up much faster than expected. The current scene would end in no less than thirty seconds. All she had to do was last that long.
"It just won't work, the mech still needs adjusting" Hana said, facing down her fellow actor as the aches and strains in her stomach grew ever tighter.
"We have no choice, the world is in danger... we need you D.Va" He responded solemnly.
Then, almost without warning, a puff of air shoved it's way past Hana's clenched muscles, making a silent but still noticeably wet fart. Stiffening at the feeling of the sudden heat and sliminess, Hana struggled to maintain her composure as the cameras continued to roll.
"Let me think... I need to know what I'm fighting for" Hana held her pose for a few seconds, clenching her rear muscles tightly as she waited for the signal to stop.
"CUT! That was perfect, onto the next scene" The director instructed, Hana attempted to move, but a sharp pain panged inside of her. It wasn't super intense, but the pressure inside of her threatened to escape with every minor movement. "Hurry up Song let's go" Deciding to risk it all, Hana began walking. It took no less than five steps before all hope for control was lost. Hana froze, her legs tensed up as it all came lose. Shit slid seamlessly out of her, quickly hitting the inner wall of the diaper and mashing up together to form a single mushy warm pile of mess. The back of her diaper visibly bulged out as she stood helplessly still, her knees shaking from the force as her bowels emptied themselves without her input. The warm mess, pushed inwards by the tight diaper, warmed Hana's skin as she finished filling it. Taking in a few deep breaths, Hana looked behind her to find no one was there. It was a silent procedure, though it felt like everyone on earth could hear what she had just done.
Slowly waddling forward, Hana remembered that the next scene didn't require her, though it was one of her favorites from the original source material the movie was based off of. Realizing she had a choice of either going to see the scene shot in her messy diaper, or going to her dressing room and risking being locked out of the room they were going to shoot it in, Hana stood by, swiveling her head back and forth between the door that led to the next scenes room and the hallway that led to the dressing room she was assigned in the first week of filming. Taking in a deep sigh and standing up straighter, Hana looked forward and tried to act like nothing was wrong as she continued waddling forward into the next scene's shooting room with her messy, slimy, stinky diaper. The mush that had forced its way out had collected all into one space around her rear end, creating a moist heat that almost seemed to slosh around with her movements. Even though it was absolutely disgusting, Hana had to admit that the warm sensation was a nice step up from the cold clammy feeling she had to endure after her pee had cooled, and it felt nice feeling it all move and mush around in her diaper as she walked.

"Lights, camera, sound, actors, ACTION!" The director called out, even from the distance she was away from his chair, Hana still stiffened as if the call was meant for her.
Sighing and looking around for the millionth time to make sure no one was around her to witness not only the sight of a serious messing, but the smell of it too, Hana let herself relax, letting her shoulders slump down as she stared on at the scene playing out before her. After a while of waiting and watching, Hana became mesmerized with the choreography and movement of the battle scene that played out before her, even if it did repeat a lot as the actors tried to get the momentum and timing correct. Even her messy and wet diaper that had become cold and harder to enjoy couldn't ruin this.
"CUT! Take 5" The director said, he quickly stood from his chair and began making his way over to Hana, looking unhappy but also a bit uncomfortable. "Song, you need to go change"
"What? But the scene-"
"Listen, it smells too much in here to finish the scene, you need to go back into your dressing room and clean up" The director said, making direct eye contact as he scolded her. Letting her head droop downwards, Hana turned and left towards the door. Looking over her shoulder one last time before she left, Hana spotted just a few actors and cast members whispering or smelling the air. Maybe she had just gotten too used to it too quickly to notice? Either way, she risked it and lost, and now had to go while they freshened up the scene shooting room.

Walking back into her room solemnly, Hana flopped onto the large beanbag chair that lay in front of the Tv and game consoles stacked against the wall. Immediately, the sound of the beanbag chair deflating as well as a squishing noise occurred as the mess in the back of her diaper moved its way between her legs, almost reaching her front as she jerked into an upright position. A tingle ran through her body as Hana subtly began moving back and forth on the chair. From the constant stress of acting and rehearsing lines, Hana had no time to herself in all the time she had been at the film set, so it was no surprise something this subtle would set her off, but in a diaper? While it was dirty no less. It made her feel dirty, like she was some creepy pervert. Slowly though, the thought left her mind as she slowly increased her speed, working her way back and forth across the beanbag, creating minimal noise while her pussy rubbed against the front of the diaper, her ass sliding across the bottom with the mess acting almost like a lubricant. Giving off a moan, Hana's legs began to shake as her mind fogged, she could feel her body heating up as it became easier and easier to slide her crotch on the inside of the diaper. Finally, she reached orgasm, moaning to herself as she gripped her thighs. Her pussy trembled and shook as her hot liquids spilled out of her, filling the diaper even more. It came to a puddle around her legs as the diaper continued to sag even more. Falling backwards onto the beanbag chair, Hana took in deep breaths as she slowly degloved her right hand and began to push inwards on the front of the bulge that showed off everything. She added pressure to the front of her skinsuit, feeling tingly as positive sensations shot through her, Hana moaned more as she instinctively began rubbing her clit, even through the large wet puffy diaper, she still managed to keep it going, eventually reaching orgasm a second time.

Hana lied with her shoulders slumped and her head hung back, resting against the soft pillowy bag. She was gloved on one hand, wearing a lycra skinsuit and had a diaper on that she had not only wet, but also messed in and even orgasmed in multiple times. Although it had been a tough day of acting, maybe today would mark the day in which wearing diapers on set could be a lot more fun if she could let it.

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