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Stepping up to the control panel of his brand-new Insta Cosplay Machine, you confidently scroll through the available selections. The machine was supposed to make high-quality cosplay effortless, perfectly molding a costume to your body. You smirk as you land on your pick: Soldier 76. The gruff, battle-worn vigilante was a solid choice—badass, strong, no-nonsense. Satisfied, you confirm the selection and step into the chamber, the doors hissing shut behind you.

A low hum fills the enclosed space, and then—CLANK! Large, mechanical arms descend from the ceiling, snapping around your wrists and ankles with an iron grip. You barely have a second to react before more robotic appendages emerge from the walls, pressing firmly against your sides, locking you in place.

"Whoa, hey—what the hell?" you blurt out, trying to wriggle free, but the machine holds you tight.

A cold, viscous goop oozes down from the ceiling, landing in thick, sticky globs onto your skin. It feels slick and warm, like some kind of gel, but where it touches, your skin tingles—no, burns—as if something was rewriting your very form.

The transformation begins.

Your chest tightens, skin stretching as two soft mounds swell outward, forming full, round breasts beneath the goop. You gasp—your voice already higher, smoother. You suck in air sharply as the warmth spreads down your waist, your sides cinching inward, reshaping into a delicate, curvier figure.

A sudden pull at your hips makes you shudder. You can feel them expanding, pushing outward, rounding into wide, feminine curves. Your thighs plump up, soft yet toned, and your ass balloons out, pressing against the back of the chamber, now thicker, fuller, and undeniably plump.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as the warmth settles between your legs.

"No—wait—"

A sharp pressure builds, and then, in an instant, your manhood is gone. A shiver rolls through your spine as something new takes its place—a tingling, sensitive womanhood, pulsing with alien sensation. A breathy moan escapes your lips before you can stop it.

The machine isn’t done. The mechanical arms now move with precision, peeling away the dissolving goop and dressing you in your new attire. A tight, sleek blue and pink bodysuit stretches over your transformed frame, hugging every curvy contour. Gloves slip over your hands, a headset is placed over your head, and long brown hair tumbles down in thick waves, framing your now adorably youthful face.

You shake your head, still dazed, staring at your reflection in the glossy chamber walls.

This wasn’t Soldier 76.

You were D.Va.

"Nonononono—" you panic, voice now cute and bubbly, but before you can process further, a small nozzle lowers from above, aiming directly at your face.

PSSSSHHH!

A soft, pink gas floods your lungs. The effect is instant. Your racing thoughts slow, worries dissolving into warm, giggly confidence.

You blink, a playful smirk curling your glossy lips.

"Aw, c’mon, what’s the big deal?" you giggle, shifting your wide hips, relishing the snug fit of your suit. You strike a cute little pose, fingers forming a V-sign near your cheek.

You were a professional now. A model. A cosplayer. A star.

And more importantly?

You were so ready for the spotlight.