Seamless Fit Clothing Tf

The convention hall was buzzing with the sound of the excited and loud chatter of the attendees. Hana watched as people came and went, getting dragged around by the torrent that was the sea of people on the floor. She wondered for a second how many people had she seen today? A thousand? More? She was sure that at least a hundred had come to her booth alone, so those numbers couldn't be that far off.

D.Va sat at her booth, her fans surrounding her, all eager to meet their idol. After a few years of peace, the world had finally calmed enough for her to enjoy a different kind of spotlight. She smiled warmly as fans brought an endless array of things with her logo and her face on it. From posters, merchandise, toys and even custom art for her to sign. One even bought her some bunny-shaped cookies which were, surprisingly, really good!

"Next, please!" she called cheerfully, waving over the next person in line.

A tall, pear-shaped woman stepped forward, her face glowing with admiration. Her short brown hair framed her face, making the pink markings resembling D.Va's own, stand out even more. The woman clutched a rolled-up poster tightly to her chest as she bounced on the spot. Hana couldn't help but notice how the little bunny logo on the shirt was stretched out beyond belief by the woman's sizable chest.

"Ohmygod I can't believe I'm standing in front of you! I just can't believe it! You are my absolute favorite. I've followed you since your StarCraft days and I've learned Korean because you and and..." the woman gushed in a rush, her words tripping over one another, like she wasn't sure which one was more important so she needed to say them all at once. "You've inspired me sooooooo much. Could you sign this up? It's for my collection!" She asked, showing off a poster of D.Va posing over her MEKA, Tokki.

Hana chuckled, at the enthusiastic fan. "Sure!" she said to the woman who beamed with a smile like she had won the lottery. Then eagerly unfurled the poster and handed it over with a purple pen.

"Could you write: 'For Johanna, my biggest fan!'? With double 'n' Isn't it crazy how even our names match? I mean not really, but they kinda sound similar..."

Hana took the pen, nodding absentmindedly, tuning out Johanna's rambling as she pressed the pen to the glossy poster. But as soon as she pressed the back button, a sharp sting pricked her finger. "Ow!" She cursed softly in Korean, shaking her hand. Her fan gasped concerned.

"Oh no! Are you okay? I, um, I got this pen from a vendor here. Maybe it's broken somewhere?"

"It's fine," Hana assured her, shaking her hand, though a strange tingle lingered in there. She quickly signed the poster and handed it back. Johanna thanked her profusely, in a pretty iffy Korean, before vanishing into the crowd.

Hana brushed off the incident, but as the day wore on, she started feeling...off. Her MEKA uniform, usually snug but comfortable, felt uncomfortably tight around her whole body. She tugged at the fabric, but it refused to budge.

By mid-afternoon, the discomfort became unbearable. She excused herself, her steps wobbly and unsteady as she made her way to the bathrooms.

Once inside, she groaned. "What the hell is wrong with this?" she muttered, tugging at the neck of her suit. It clung to her like a second skin, barely moving away. She stepped back to better examine herself in the mirror, her eyes widening in horror once she noticed it.

There was a faint, purple shimmer coursing over the material. Almost like veins that ran vertically around her; pulsating, almost alive.

Before she could process what was happening, the bathroom door creaked open, and Hana whirled around. Johanna stood in the doorway, the same pen in her hand and a knowing smile on her face.

"You," Hana said, her voice sharp. "What's going on? Did you--?"

The fan held up the pen. "A latina woman at another booth gave this to me," she explained. "Said it would create a one-of-a-kind piece of memorabilia. I didn't know it'd actually work!" Her grin widened as Hana's body shuddered, the fabric of her suit crawling up her neck and fusing to her skin.

"No...no, this isn't possible!" Hana gasped, stumbling back. Her fingers clawed at the suit, but it was no use. It was becoming part of her. Her legs wobbled, Hana lost her footing and she collapsed onto the tiled floor with a soft plop. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw how from the waist down there was nothing besides her uniform.

Johanna stepped closer, her smile widening as she knelt beside the trembling, half-empty form of her idol. "Wow...it's even more amazing than I imagined," she murmured, eyes wide as she continued watching the process happen.

Above Hana's waist, the transformation continued. The suit's fabric clung tighter and tighter until it began to compress her chest. Her arms twitched, powerless to stop the relentless process. She felt a sudden, deep suction, and when she looked down, her hands were sinking into the gloves of the uniform. Her fingers flattened and fused with the material, her wrists vanishing as the gloves hung limply where her hands had been.

Now that D.Va was powerless to do anything, Johanna ran her fingers along the edge of the suit. The touch sent shivers through what was left of Hana, her consciousness trapped within the ever-diminishing boundaries of the uniform.

"Stop this...please..." Hana begged, her voice growing fainter and fainter until her head sank inside the suit, and she was finally wholly absorbed and trapped by her uniform.

Her fan knelt beside her, marveling at the now-lifeless yet strangely vibrant form of the MEKA suit. "Wow, it's perfect," Johanna murmured, lifting Hana's hollow form as the garment she had become. Her voice was dripping with pure awe. "And it stretches!" She chuckled, pulling from the orifices, testing it out.

Ouch! Ouch! Stop pulling from me! Hana protested, feeling everything that was happening to her new body, yet unable to let her voice be known.

She could feel the cold floor underneath her as Johanna dropped her to the ground, and she could feel how the girl's clothes began to drop on top of her as she undressed.

And the moment Johanna began slipping into the suit, Hana could feel how her material stretched out, almost to the limits as it conformed to the fan's curvier frame.

Uuuugh...so...full She grumbled, feeling every curve, every jiggle and bounce of the taller one. She's filling it better than me.

Johanna stood before the bathroom mirror, admiring her reflection. She struck a pose, watching how the suit clung perfectly to her body. "This is incredible," she said, twirling to get a better look. "I look just like her."

YOU DO NOT! Hana thought bitterly, but her protests grew quieter, muffled by the overwhelming sensations of being stretched, filled, moved, and displayed.

As Johanna strutted out of the bathroom, her new 'costume' drew admiring stares from the crowd.

"Whoa! That's an incredible D.Va cosplay!" someone exclaimed.

"Yeah, it looks just like the real thing!"

Of course, it looks real! I AM real! I mean...My uniform is! Hana thought, her protests echoing faintly in her mind.

Johanna basked in the compliments, twirling and striking poses. "It's a custom piece," she said smugly. "You won't find anything like it anywhere else."

People crowded around her, snapping photos and admiring the intricate details.

"Wow, even the textures are spot on!"

"And it's so soft too! How did you manage that?"

Stop touching me! That's me! Hana thought. But the longer she listened to the praise, the more her indignation began to waver.

She could feel how her fabric was being tugged against Johanna's skin, the way she shifted and hugged the taller woman's curves as she moved. It was as though her very existence had been reduced to these sensations, each one grounding her more firmly in her new purpose.

Johanna's voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. "Thank you! I worked really hard on it," she said, flashing a grin as she struck another pose.

Inside, Hana's thoughts started to shift. She had always loved being in the spotlight, but this was different. It wasn't her skills or personality being admired; it was her form, her texture, her ability to enhance someone else's presence.

She wasn't feeling very human anymore; just a high-quality costume being paraded around. And... she didn't mind. Compliments flowed in from every direction, chipping away at her remaining resistance.

"Wow, look at the detail on that suit!" A passerby exclaimed. Thanks...

"It's sooooo incredible looking!" Another one shouted. Thank you...

"Can I take a photo with you?" A girl asked Johanna. Please do...

"It's so perfect. The stitching, the fabric, everything's perfect! It really is like D.Va's suit!"

The last comment struck a nerve. Hana tried to protest internally, but the words seemed to sink into her consciousness, melting her further into the fabric, her sense of self dissolving like dye into water. Of course, I'm perfect. I am D.Va...wait, no, I'm...I'm D.Va's suit, it thought, finally accepting its new role.

"This is amazing," Johanna purred, smiling and giving the crowd one last twirl. "Best con ever."

As Johanna strolled through the hall, the suit's remaining resistance finally faded away, barely able to form a coherent thought. Its identity became a faint hum, buried beneath the overwhelming pride of being worn.