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He'd always known his friend loved to 'get into character', choosing female avatars and immersing themselves in the role... but this was truly something else.

Games piled up beside the TV, controllers charged and ready, he tapped his foot and stared at the closed bedroom door. His best friend is in there right now, changing. Putting on the suit. It was delivered mere hours ago this morning, and he'd be lying if he said there wasn't a little envy, or that he didn't want to keenly watch the process of putting the suit on. But he'd never admit it... better to bite his tongue and simply act casual when he was asked to come hang out, play some vidya. And make a bet or two.

"Mmph!"

There was a thump and a grunt, muffled by the walls.

"... Hey, you okay?" Perking up, he quickly attended to the door. "You need some help in there?"

"Ye-... N-no! I'm okay... I just tripped, it's super tight... gimmie a minute!" he hastened to reply.

Damn. He really wanted to help...

"... Well, alright." and so they sat back down, desperately curious but too reticent to insist or impose. He'd only touched the suit briefly, marvelling at the artificial skin that felt smooth, soft, and amazingly real. From his short examination, he could confirm that it was certainly accurate to the character, her features, and... well, all of her.

Tingly feelings awakened when he realised his friend was going to be wearing that skin, to bring her to life before his very eyes. Sure, he’d indulged in crossplay before, many times dressing up as hot anime chicks and being... worryingly good at it. Like, on-point makeup, perfect wig, sexy-playboy-bunny-costume levels of good.

Good enough to the point where one sleazy dude at a convention started making a move on ‘her’, only for him, their best friend, to swoop in and enact a rescue. He'd saved ‘her’ from mister grabby-hands out of protectiveness and whatnot, yes, but there was a little tinge of jealousy there too. Like he wanted ‘her’ to himself. But he fought off those feelings, insisting it was his simply a good thing for a friend to do. Mmhm.

And now... there was this. A step up from just a costume. They’d be sitting there, inside of an ultra-realistic suit of his favourite character, close enough to touch... maybe even letting him touch, if he was good enough to beat ‘her’ at their games of choice; that was, after all, the bet.

His friend claimed he could easily beat him at anything he chose, and they’d do it 'in character' for extra credit. The winner got to screw with the loser any way they liked, which was a decent idea on its own, but his plans had taken a sharp turn when a lifelike skinsuit entered the equation. Now, he had schemes to start exploring his friend's new body... if he won, that is.

There’s no way they’d play better, just because they looked like her, right?

"MMHP!"

A much more panicked noise from inside, heavily muffled and... feminine? He stumbled to the door once more, fingers already on the handle.

"Hey! What's going on?"

A few moments passed, quiet shifting on the bed... struggling?

"... Mmnn... Nnn! Ahh! N-nothing! I'm okay! I'm... whoa..."

It was her voice! Coming from inside his best friend's bedroom was her voice, unmistakably. High and girly, she mumbled a few more words, breathless.

"... it... I'm... wow, that's insane..." the voice gasped, as he clenched the door handle, awestruck.

"Can I come in now?"

"Yeah, s- WAIT! No! I'm naked, dude!"

"...Mmff, fine..." Damn it, that was exactly why he wanted to open the door. For the second time, he stood back and let his friend finish changing alone.

"Gimmie one minute, man, I just need to put her outfit on... Whoo, this is insane..."

Grr. His friend got to see her naked, and he didn't - not yet at least.

"Alright, I'm... I'm pretty much done. Come on in..."

Finally! A deep breath to brace himself as he opened the door.

There, in front of him, was Hana Song. The real D.Va, in the flesh. Brown hair and big hazel eyes, winking at him. A few inches shorter (how the hell did the suit manage to do that?), but shapely and curvy in all the right places... unashamedly his gaze slid down her body, tightly held inside of her trademark form-fitting jumpsuit. Every inch of her was there before him, somehow, and he could barely stammer a sentence together in amazement.

"You... It's... whhoooaaa..."

His friend cracked a winning smile, through her smooth features. "Oh yeah. Check me out..."

They did a twirl, showing off their new shapely backside, revelling in all the new sensations.

"I can't believe it." He managed to tear his eyes away from his friend's body. For now. "I... Sam, you look so h-"

Her features creased into a frown, and a gloved finger interrupted to reprimand him mid-sentence. "Hey! That's not my name! You know my name, don't you?"

"... Uhh, yeah. Okay... D.Va. You look amazing."

"That's right!" A dazzling smile and another wink. "This is so cool, everything feels… like it’s real, y’know? Even her voice, this is so crazy..."

She took a sudden breath and closed her eyes, struck by a wave of sensations. He watched her hands clutch her head, suddenly concerned.

".... W-what? Are you... okay...?"

Before he could get too worried, she smiled and relaxed, releasing the gasp. "Ahh. It's, uh, it's nothing. Just the suit feeling... really good, it's incredible. This is... friggin amazing!" With a finger-gun gesture and a grin, she was ready to rock. "Now there's no doubt, I could kick your butt at anything!"

"O-Oh, really…?" Oh yeah, the bet. They had a score to settle, or maybe even a lot of scores. Also, a good distraction from looking at his friend's new breasts too much. "I dunno about that. You might have the body of D.Va, but I doubt even she can make you any good..."

"Come on, then! I'll show you!" She squeaked. "I'll prove to you I'm a pro, inside and out!"

---

He won the first match. A snipers duel on Rust, something to get them warmed up. As such, the stakes weren't huge... but he could see the look on her face when he got that final killcam.

"... Fffff...." She bit her lip, keeping it to herself for now. Too early to be building up the rage.

"Aha. So it's not as simple as just dressing up like her, is it? Round one to me, Sa..."

He caught himself as her big brown eyes stared daggers at him.

"... sorry, I mean, Hana. Heh."

In response she clenched her fists and sighed. "Ugh. Fine. It's only the first round, though. What's your forfeit, huh?"

She was right there beside him. Right there. Her body, her attitude. But his best friend was the one inside... the conflicting ideas troubled him for only a few moments before he put down the controller, reached over and touched her boob.

"Ack!" As expected, she pulled away sharply and crossed her arms. "You jerk, what the hell are you doing?! I'm... I mean, I... I'm…!"

Her face flushed in embarrassment, she was visibly conflicted over whether to break character and reprimand him, or play it off as part of the game.

“...”

After a few moments, she turned back and gave him a stout punch to the shoulder. So the physical contact barrier had well and truly been broken.

“Ow!”

"Alright, jerkface. Let's go. I'm not letting some scrub beat me! I'm number one!" she chirped her catch-phrase and grabbed the controller once more.

"Ow... Okay, okay..." It was worth it. What a rush, touching her body... And it felt real alright. His best friend was sticking to their guns, diving deeper into her character. So that meant he had to keep winning, to get more hands-on time with D.Va in return...

---

"OH WHAT THE FFFFFF-!!!"

Her shrill shriek was enough to make him giggle, as he only just got the blue shell to land in time. Yoshi zoomed past an incapacitated Toad to clench first place, and her eyes shot wide at the injustice. He'd won another game.

"That was complete B.S., come on…!" After being neck-and-neck the whole time, he heaved a sigh of relief and smirked at her indignation. She had him worried for a while there...

"Nah, totally legit. I told you Mario Kart was what I grew up on..."

Immediately, her arms folded to cover her cleavage. She was two points down, and furious about it. "Don't you dare. I swear I'll kick your ass..."

"It's okay, D.Va, calm down..." He was full of bravado by now, firmly reinforcing her name out loud. "There's no shame in losing. I won't touch you this time, alright? But you're gonna do something for me..."

Already his friend was getting red in the cheeks, a maelstrom of emotions rolling around in her head. No way was she backing out now. No way. D.Va wasn't gonna give up.

"All you gotta do is stand up and turn away. You've got a hot body, and I'm gonna enjoy seeing every inch of it..."

His heart kicked up a gear as he said the words, another risky demand. She might wanna take off the skinsuit if he pushed too far… But, she actually obeyed. Reluctantly, gritting her teeth, she stood up and presented her jumpsuit-laden back to him, hands on hips.

"There. Happy now?"

"Oh, yeah..." He was. He was very happy. He ogled her plump backside mercilessly, following the curves of the thigh gap, admiring the way her costume clung tightly to her body...

And all too soon it was over, as she whipped around and sat down before he could grab her again. There was that tinge of pink in her cheeks again, turbulent inner feelings all bottled up in that cute head of hers...

"Mmmmmnnnn..." A growl from her voice was almost comical. If she was trying to sound intimidating, it didn’t work, she just sounded cute. "I'm mad."

"Yeah, ‘Hana’, I can tell. Look, maybe you'll get a chance to redeem yourself, maybe I'll take it easy on you... Heh." Amidst his teasing, he realised he'd called her by her name without even thinking about it. Wow. She was growing more convincing with every word, and his woes over coming onto his best friend were rapidly evaporating...

---

Round three, and this time he really struggled. D.Va had come out to play, and she played hard.

"... Shit."

And as a result, she won in stellar fashion.

"YES!" A cathartic victory, Chun-Li rocking his world, almost making it look easy. "Finally! The number-one is here, sucka!" With a playful shove, she grinned from ear to ear at last.

Meanwhile, he was stunned. It grew increasingly difficult to think of the girl smugly sitting beside him as anything but the real deal, a true incarnation of D.Va giggling at his astonishment. His best friend sucked at fighting games... but not her. Not in the least.

"Alright, alright... ahh, quit it." Finally he picked his jaw off the floor and admitted defeat. "Fine. Good game. You won... so what's your forfeit?"

She looked him up and down, with something fierce in her eyes... a secret hunger, somehow being pulled forth.

"Strip. Take off everything down to your shorts. You wanted to look at my body so bad, well, now you get to suffer too!

He stared. Was she serious? Then he’d be sitting there even more exposed and vulnerable to her charms, to say nothing of how she’d been inching closer ever since they’d sat down...

And now it was his turn to be embarrassed. "Wh..." He couldn't even argue, her look of smug satisfaction almost unbearable.

"... Fine."

He wriggled out of his shirt, unzipped his pants and dumped both of them to the side of the sofa. And there he was, right next to her. Bare chested, skinny arms, stubbly beard.

Wordlessly, she reached out and laid a palm on his chest. He could feel his heartbeat in his ear as she did it, nervous and excited and turned on at once. She bit her lip, almost like she was just as conflicted, not knowing whether to continue or bail out...

"... Okay.. G-good. See how you like it. I'm uh, I'm gonna go change. This thing is, uh, too warm.” She stood up and away, re-asserting her smug demeanour as best she could. "Don't you move. A-and no peeking!"

And he sat there without a word. Heart pounding, mouth dry and struggling to believe what was happening. She'd closed the door, and his mind reeled at the thought of her stripping out of that costume, the hotness hidden beneath... And yep, he was already pitching a tent in his shorts. Goddamn it. She had to have seen it already. He hoped not.

He was so lost in daydreams that she'd finished changing already.

"Ahh, that's better."

Out from the bedroom she strutted, wearing lacy black panties, a bra, and stockings. All he could do was gawp in response. He hadn't even realised she'd brought a change of clothing... especially something so revealing, so alluring and sensual.

"... W-wh... wow..." His jaw dropped again. Thankfully, a quick leg-cross hid his other visible reaction, and she had a selfsame tinge of red in her cheeks.

“I… yeah. That’s right.” Hands on hips. Sexual and confident, or at least as confident as she could muster under the circumstances. “I hope this doesn’t distract you, because I’m totally gonna win this round too…”

“Ffuh… “ For a moment, he’d forgotten they still had a game left to play. One to tie it all up. “O-oh. Right. Yeah.”

She sat down right next to him, skin brushing on skin. It was torture. She had to know she was driving him mad with lust just by being there. That smirk on her face said as much, as she grabbed the controller once more.

“H-Heh…” And despite her bravado, it was clearly just as distracting for her too. This was unlike anything they’d ever done before. Heat radiated from her skin, arousal and excitement an intoxicating mixture that pulsed through their veins. One last game to tie it up, if they lasted that long...

---

The ‘Winner’ screen hadn’t even finished appearing before she threw down the controller, lunged towards him and locked their lips together.

“Mmh!”

Her weight pushed him down onto the couch, and she straddled on top in an act of pure aggressive lust. All that sexual tension burst forth as she greedily grabbed hold of him with pink lips refusing to let up, skin hot and flushed, soft boobs smushed against his chest.

“Mmmh, mmh, yes… Yesss…”

“Gnuhhh…!“

When she let him breathe, he could only grunt in surprise. His hands found themselves on her back, feeling the lace lining of her bra as she grinded back and forth. She gazed down at him, possessed by a raging desire, and he could only stare back in amazement.

“Heheh… Yess… It feels so good… I win, by the way, and I claim you as my prize…”

Her thigh, her supple gorgeous thigh adorned by silky nylon, brushed against his uncontrollable erection, back-and-forth in slow movements. He trembled, feeling her hot breath on his face. Her big eyes never wavering, she slid her hands down each side and slipped her panties off in a smooth, sensual motion. Like she’d been desperate to take them off all night.

“W-wait…”

“...Mh?”

“Are you… s-sure?” The tiny, doubtful voice in his head still lingered. “I mean, you’re… we’re… t-the suit-”

“Shhh…” Climbing on top again, she planted a slender finger on his lips and winked. “What suit?”