His fingers tingled, his heart skipped, his feet tapped a staccato rhythm against the floor. It was on the way. A delivery, represented by a little dot on a line, looked so tantalisingly close that he could almost feel the suit in his hands already.



The wait was becoming unbearable, the anticipation of fantasies finally coming true. Sat there all morning glancing out of the window, fidgeting, pacing around the room. She's on the way. The object of his perverse fantasies, finally within his grasp.



For weeks he'd dreamt of the opportunity to pull her skin over his, to slip inside, zip it up and revel in the delightful sensations. To dress in her skintight uniform, to pose and flex before the mirror, to say anything he wanted in her iconic accent... And these suits were always described as 'anatomically correct, inside and out' by the manufacturer. So naturally, that meant some exploration was necessary. After many a night spent ogling her body in digital form, at last he could fondle and grasp her shapely form with her own hands...



The doorbell sliced apart the silence, their footsteps almost unheard. He scurried to answer it, forcing a calm breath and a polite smile.



"Hi, this is for you... if you could just sign here?"



Either his hands were trembling or the cheap touch-screen wasn't very good, but the scrawl would suffice as a signature anyway.



"Alright, here you go."



"Thanks!"



And just like that, his arms were occupied by an innocent cardboard box wrapped up in tape. As soon as the door shut, he was skidding back into the room, scoring the edges with a pair of scissors and pulling it open.



At last! At long last! There in the box, skin folded up and neatly packed. There she was. His favourite h-



---



"Hello, you've reached our returns department, how can I help?"



"Uhh... hi. I've just received the wrong order. Uhm, I was expecting 'Tracer' from Overwatch, and for some reason I got 'Mei'..."



"Tracer? Really? Oh, uh, my apologies. Do you have an order ID ready, sir?"



It was a letdown, but getting an order mixed up wasn't the worst thing in the world. He'd finally calmed down and accepted the minor disappointment, resolving to send the suit back.



"Okay, we'll email some return instructions to you soon. Sorry again, and have a nice day!"



With that over, he slouched. Well. That sucks. A whole day set aside to spend with Lena Oxton, to get accustomed to finally being his number one hero, to unleash his perverse desires...



"Mmm!"



He jumped. A noise from somewhere in the room!



"...Mmmmh!"



It was faint, very muffled... and as he spun around, scanning...



"...Mm..."



... it seemed to be coming from the half-open box on the bed?



Standing tense and wide-eyed, holding his breath. Had he imagined it? The box surely wasn't moving or making any noise. It couldn't have.



He crept forward, never taking his eyes off the package, the contents only briefly examined. Hadn't even taken the suit all the way out, just enough to realise the character and outfits inside were wrong. Was there something else he'd missed?



Finally close enough to reach, he lifts the flaps once more and looked inside. There she was, plump cheeks and empty eyes staring up at him, utterly motionless in a neatly folded pile. Of course. Just a suit and some clothes. Just an overactive imagination, he assured himself as he turned away.



"...Please..."



And jumped yet again. The faintest whisper from her lips definitely reached his ears this time.



"Gah!" Instinct made him flinch, step back and stare at the suddenly animate folds of skin shifting inside the package.



"...P-please... wear... me..."



Her voice came ragged and airless, but recognisable.



"...Please... don't leave... me..."



"I... what? How..."



Enraptured, he edged closer, the mysterious voice sneaking its way out. A cautious finger reaches out to brush against her soft pale skin, somehow reacting to his touch. She was... alive? Not just some enchanted skin-suit, but a conscious and feeling entity?



"...Nnngh..."



The mumbling seemed to exhaust her, whatever she was, her hollowed-out face twitching and straining. Conflicted, he laid a warm palm on her and considered the options... If he put her on it would make returning the erroneous delivery more inconvenient.



"Mmmh... Please..." Mei's voice trickled through, breathless words between his outstretched fingers. It felt awful to leave her in this state, empty and alone.



"I... I can't..." At last he responded to the not-so-inanimate pile of artificial flesh sitting there, facing him, twitching. "I have to return you, I... I'm sorry..."



"P-please...!" Mei gasped, straining to be heard, her features tensed to press against his warm hand. "... I need... to be worn... It's... so cold..."



"I... uhm..."



Hesitation froze him in place. This wasn't what he planned. This would mean delaying his proper order. They might not even take it back if he wore her! So many reasons to just tape the box back up and forget about the whole thing for now.



But...



Leaving Mei like this would be simply cruel. Her timid voice, her strained begging, all contested his sympathy.



"...P-please..."



Slowly his reluctance melted, putting away thoughts of sexing up Tracer for now. His mind devised excuses, concessions, reassurances. They could still take her back. And Mei was so astonishingly cute, maybe he'd enjoy being her for a short while. Maybe. Just a short while.



---



"...O-okay... Okay." Finally he made up his mind.



With his heart working overtime, he dragged the full length of the suit free from the packaging. Strands of brown hair danced over his outstretched hands as she unfurled, limp and fleshy. Damn, every detail was perfect... His eyes inevitably slinked down to her ample curves, remarkable even in her 'deflated' state. Tracer may have a prominent backside, but Mei-Ling Zhou had the best of both worlds goin' on.



"...So cold..." she protested, itching to be filled up, too desperate to care about his wandering gaze (even if she could see him ogling her). "Please hurry..."



"R-right! Uh... one sec."



Placing her delicately over the bed, he hastened to pull off the lazy clothing he'd worn for today's activities, discarded beside him. For some reason he felt awkward undressing right beside her, ready to climb inside of her equally naked skin... but, he couldn't just leave her for who-knows-how-long, letting her suffer. And anyway, he'd still get to be an Overwatch hero, even if it wasn't who he'd planned.



"Mmmh..." A muffled moan from her limp face told him he was on the right track as he moved, inserting both legs down into her own. The interior surface of her body felt unimaginably smooth, as if coated in a cool liquid to eliminate friction between wearer and suit.



"I can... feel... hahhh...!" Warmth spread from the intruding body, making her gasp in surprise. He drew her folds of skin all the way up his waist, aware of the squishy filling now clinging onto the mid-thigh.



"Uhhh..."



There was a slight problem. How would he fit? He was a good few inches taller than Mei was, and with his original order he'd taken pains to ensure the correct fit and scale, padding and filling. But now, he had no idea if this would work... and anyway, where would he put his-



"...D-don't stop... please keep going..."



With her whispered encouragement, he resolved to continue anyway. Tugging her up over his waist, he finally confronted his shame; a large erection blocked the way. Hoping she wouldn't notice, he set about trying to flatten it against his navel before pulling her further up, feeling a wet squeeze as her hips and backside sat plump over his own. Once his manhood was pressed in by the sleek surface of the suit, it began teasing him almost unbearably, sparks of sensation running all over his body.



"Mmmffff..." He bit his lip, bright red in the face. Her only comment was a quiet gasp.



He stood, most of his body now inserted into the suit. Grimacing at the tingling sensation spreading from the suit's contact, he set about worming his hands into the holes through her arms. Each tug drew her chest closer and closer, her limp face hanging forward from her neck.



With her hands lined up like gloves, shoulders wriggled into place and bust clinging to his torso, he heaved a deep breath.



"Okay... whoo... okay. I'm really doing this. Okay."



With turbulent emotions barely under control, he lifted her head up and pulled apart the seam ending at the back of her head. Inside of her face protruded a fleshy shape, presumably to go into the mouth and mould itself around the wearer. No point putting it off, then.



He leant in, holding her by the chin and slowly pressuring the mouthpiece as deep as it could go. Once he felt the inside of her face stick to his own, he flattened the rest of her around his head and pinched each side of the seam to bring them together at the back. How he'd zip it up, he didn't have a clue...



"Ahh! Mmh, thank you, thank you!"



It was a thoroughly bizarre feeling to have his lips suddenly move on their own, but before he'd time to get used to it, she had begun to press on every inch. Her seam closed itself up with a soft squelch, and he felt compressed and constrained from every direction until his body shrank, being reshaped and reformed under her influence. He could only make a surprised moan into her mouth as it swelled, spreading down his throat, anchoring her into his body.



"Oh, you're so warm and... Ohhh... xièxiè... thank you so much, my friend!"



By the time she'd finished, they were both breathless and exhausted from the process. He stumbled onto the bed, splaying backwards and closing his eyes... her eyes.



She savoured every breath he swallowed, every inch of skin she now contained inside of herself, every little twitch his body made in response. Being filled once more with a host filled her with relief and delight, starved for warmth for so long.



"I... I don't know how to thank you... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a nuisance, I know you said you... I'm sorry...!"



"... It's... Aahh... no problem... Mmm..." Words were a breathy struggle for him now, instead of her. "... Wow... it feels..." He could barely even respond in his drowsy state, tranquil and giddy. It was a drug-like euphoria, being sealed up and laying there.



"W-well... Uhm... Thanks..."



Her eyes opened at last. He blinked her long lashes a few times, squinting, adjusting as he sat up. Her body was there to greet him as he glanced down, taking in the incredible new perspective.



"Eeek!!"



She cried out, tugging at his movements. Now that she could see, she was suddenly embarrassed - exposed and immodest all this time.



"H-hey! I'm not dressed!"



"Oh! Sorry!" Apologising in spite of himself, he averted her eyes. "I didn't mean to, uh..."



"J-just... put... some clothes on, please!" She whimpered, inexperienced in sharing her body so openly.



With a chivalrous effort to avoid peeking, he shuffled back to the cardboard box and rummaged around, cataloguing what clothing had arrived with her. Classic Mei coat and leggings, her Lunar New Year costume, and even some casual items - underwear, pyjamas, a loose t-shirt and shorts, and what looked like a bunny costume. Whoever this was meant for, they'd gone all-out in the wardrobe.



Making a hasty choice, he snagged the lazy blue shirt-shorts combo, and some thigh-high socks to stay warm. The act of actually getting dressed was awkward, as he made quick glances down and back up again once everything felt like it was in place. Finally, there she sat, dressed much like a lot of 'casual' artwork depicted her.



"...Okay... S-sorry..." she apologised again, her cheeks red-hot the whole time he was busy. "At least... it's warmer with clothes on... right?"



---



So that's how he spent the day. Plans of whacking off with great gusto were swept aside in his desire to stay wrapped in the pillowy embrace of Mei. Curled up together in front of the TV, drinking a warm beverage, snuggling a pillow... It was heaven. The way her thickened form seemed to cushion him wherever he sat or lay, the comfort from being surrounded in soft flesh.



"H-hey... " After several hours of bliss, something worried her. "... uhm... I know you said you had to return me... it's okay. I-I'll let you take me off..."



"... What? Oh..." Roused from half-sleep, he sighed. "I don't want to anymore. I couldn't put you through that... I won't."



He wrapped his arms around her knees, squeezing, refusing to leave.



"But... you said you were expecting Lena instead, and you were all excited..."



"No, it's alright. It doesn't matter. You've made me so happy, and relaxed... I can't get enough of being so cute! Trust me, I'm satisfied with what I have..."



"...O-oh... really?" A bemused grin spread across her features, as hair was gently brushed away from her face. "You really want to stay with me?"



"Mmmmhm..." Every sensation was electric wonder, from her cleavage squished against her legs, to the way loose hairs tickled her neck. "And to be honest, I don't usually play other heroes... But for you, I'll make an exception..."