[#250] Owning D.va

D.Va tugged on my sleeve with a smile on her lips and a blush on her cheeks, almost matching the pink of her face paint.  I didn't know why, not at first.  Then I watched as the front of her body-suit began to change before my eyes.  A dark blue spot between her legs, then trickles down her thighs, all the way to her ankles.

"I had an accident," she muttered under her breath, once she was done.  Though we both knew her accident was not accidental at all.

"So you did, poppet, so you did. And for girls your age, that kind of thing just so happens sometimes, doesn't it? Don't you worry, love, I'll take good care of you."

I picked the tiny Korean girl up in my arms and held her - wet jumpsuit and all - against my hip. I knew just the ticket.

The room I had set up was themed more and more to D.Va over the past few weeks.  We had grown closer than I could have ever imagined, and some nights she even stayed over.  I set her down on in the center of the playroom, where the walls were decorated with stencils of bunnies and her D.Va logo was stuck to toy boxes and bookshelves.  She looked up at me from the pink carpet as I went to get some supplies, the first of which was a pacifier.  I popped it between her lips and she pouted.

"Immnotababy," she muttered around the teat, but she sucked her paci all the same.  As always, I pretended I didn't hear her when she said something so obviously untrue.

"Upsies for your buttsies," I began to unfold and ruffle the pretty disposable diaper in my hand; she liked to hear it crinkle, she always had. She liked to see it, hear it, know it was coming. Her hand reached across the floor and found a plastic set of jingling toy keys to fiddle with.

The way she looked up at me from the floor, with light in her eyes, sucking her pacifier... it was entrancing.  She was such an idol.  A superstar.  But more than those things, she was my little girl.  I pulled the diaper up between her legs and taped it shut, then patted the front with a sigh of contentment.

"Now you don't have to be worried about accidents, hm?"

She crawled, even though she could walk, and she wore a diaper, even though she knew full well how to use the bathroom, and she raised her arms for uppies, even though she didn't need to be carried at all.

A lot of people looked up to D.va.

But she looked up to me.