Chapter #3A D.va costume. by: Guyman   ... the small D.va bodysuit and weird headphones that you had bought for your (former) girlfriend a while back. It had gone unused since then — and, honestly, it was probably some sort of catalyst for your breakup. The suit was covered with various faux brands and garishly bright pink and blue highlights. You gave the costume an experimental tug — it was stretchy, but was it enough for you to fit in it?
You try the doorknob again. To your dismay, it was still locked tight. You easily lug the trunk over onto your bed, hoping that maybe you could find some clothes in there. Unfortunately, it's locked tight as the door. Your mind races as disasters sweep through your head. What if you had to walk around in this stupid costume? If it was a dress or something, that'd be easy to pass off as some sort of lost bet, but with that costume framing every part of you? You'd probably be arrested for indecent exposure in two seconds.
Seeing no other option, you hesitantly start to put the costume on. Luckily, there was a zipper in the front and a small leotard included with the costume. It certainly wasn't flattering, but any amount of padding you could put between your manhood and the costume was a small blessing...
You manage to shrug yourself into the costume and zip it up, much to the protest of 'Little Bryan'. You turn to the door, your mind half filled with dread, and the other half resigned to its fate. Hopefully the weird-ass 'Contract Providers' would at least let you eat some breakfast.
But as you reach for the doorknob, your hand seems a little... smaller than before. You bring it up to your face to examine, but then the whole room seems to grow around you! You stand still, frozen in shock. Did those Providers drug the suit or something? What if you were poisoned?
But the swaying and growing of the room came to a stop, and a weird pressure manifested itself on various parts of your body. You look down as your hips and rear gradually tease outwards from your body, and two accompanying orbs bulge out on your chest. But before you can take stock of all the ongoing changes, everything stops.
You're about to scream in terror, before a curtain of brown lavender-scented hair falls down in your face. You pull a strand of it in front of your face. For some reason, the scent calms you down enough to have you take stock of your changes.
You look down reluctantly, already knowing what you’re going to see down there. Distressingly accurate to your prediction, two orbs dominate the real estate of your chest. You timidly hoist one up, trying your best to ignore the small sensation of pleasure that goes with it. You even out the examination with an appraising grope of your rear. Sure enough, it’s a bit bigger than it was before, your newly-daintyfied hands only able to sink into each newly enlarged cheek, unable to fully grasp it. Still, though, there’s a looseness in the suit’s chest and hips that brings you a sense of relief. It’s not as drastic as it could be — though it is kinda disappointing...
You bring up a hand to your face, feeling around your new features. Huh, seems that you have the little whiskers-things painted on. That was nice of them. You look askance around the room, licking your slightly plumped lips nervously — Mmm, strawberry flavored, nice! Your eyes catch on the trunk that you placed on your bed. It looks like there’s a piece of paper underneath it that you didn’t see before.
You struggle to shift the wooden container, frustratingly enough. Ugh, would it be that much trouble to let you keep your strength? Well, too many muscles wouldn’t look good for the whole look you had going... You shake your head, this weird set of circumstances must be getting to you somehow. But after a good deal of huffing and puffing, you finally are able to get the piece of paper underneath.
"Dear Mr. Cobb,
So, you've noticed your new power, eh? Now, whenever you try to wear clothing that doesn't fit you, you'll change to fit the clothing! Right now you're stuck as Hana Song; not even wearing other clothing will change you back. If you want your stuff and your original body, you need to get yourself to the convention near your apartment complex and win first place in the Cosplay Contest. The prize is a key that unlocks this box.
There are, of course, other methods of solving the trial and we're curious to see if you manage to find them. Good luck.
Sincerely,
Contract Providers"
"P.S. Be careful with your choices from now on. Stray thoughts about how you'd like to change can easily become a reality. All further changes will make your mind slip further and further into the D.va persona. If you fall too far before getting the key, there will be dire consequences.
P.P.S. It seems that the auto-integration nature of your transformation may have shifted some things around your perceptual zone. We have done you the favor of leaving you a laptop if you wish to research. But we must stress that the previous warning still applies.
You try the doorknob hesitantly, half expecting to transform into something else. But to your relief, it opens easily. Sure enough, as you peek your head out, you catch sight of a smooth black computer resting on your table. But did you really want to follow the advice of the weirdos who changed you? Or did you want to go through this a different way?
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