Almost as tight as Lynn's pussy!

Lynn leaned against her MEKA and gave her fans the winky-est face possible, continuing to pander shamelessly. She had earned their love by pantsing Joy-as-Mei, more than making up for losing in the butt brigade. Joy was a good sport, she could handle a little prank.

Lynn glanced over at Terri-Tracer, who was laughing with a group of boys, pretending to Blink around them and making swoosh noises. What an amateur. She wasn't going to get a following by acting like a kid, she had to-

Without warning, Lynn's bodysuit twitched and tugged right against her privates.

Lynn jumped a foot in the air and let out a surprised "Eep!" She instinctively held her hands over her crotch, protecting herself from what felt like a firm hand grabbing her by the pussy.

The boys taking pictures of her weren't sure if D.Va's surprise was part of her act. A few stared questioningly, but Lynn slipped right back into character so as not to take a single bad photo. She raised her hands and took another pose by her MEKA, trying to ignore the tightness of her suit's crotch.

It's just a glitch, Lynn reassured herself. It'll work out just fine. Just wait it out, girl...

Instead of fixing itself, though, the "glitch" got worse. Lynn gasped as the whole suit contracted around her body. It squeezed her butt, tickled her tummy, and redoubled the tingling pressure between her legs. Even worse, her breasts visibly bounced as the suit squeezed the padding over her chest.

By now the crowd was definitely starting to notice something was unusual. They stared at the flustered D.Va as she squeezed her thighs together and crossed her arms over her straining chest.

"Are you cold?" asked one boy.

"I-I'm fine!" Lynn said. "J-just let me get my- Ahh!"

Lynn moaned loudly as her suit tensed and tugged on her most sensitive, most personal spot. Her hands flew to her crotch and she collapsed to her knees.

"Are you sure you're all right?" asked one concerned boy. His buddies around him had figured out what was going on, though, and they snickered.

"F-faaaaa... Fine," Lynn gasped. "Okay, guys, I need to go AFK for a bit..."

Lynn struggled to stand on her wobbly legs, bracing the MEKA for support as another vicious tug struck her weak point. She was almost panting, trying everything she could to keep from moaning again.

This was the worst possible thing. Lynn wasn't wearing anything under her bodysuit but her special cosplay underwear (and a few other tricks of the trade). If the suit was too tight, then she had to cover herself!

Sure enough, Lynn found that she was sporting a massive camel toe. The suit had slid between her lips and was only growing tighter. Hopefully, no one had noticed.

But that was quickly becoming the least of her problems. Lynn's bodysuit was tightening all over. It was getting hard to breathe. Her intimates were getting tugged and teased so roughly that she was... she was going to...

Lynn slapped her hands over her mouth to stifle a cry as she came to a shuddering climax.

Joy saw what was happening and whistled. "Nice camel toe!" she shouted, making sure everyone could hear. Cameras flashed, the crowd laughed, and Joy laughed with them.

Lynn slid to the floor, mind blank but for a burning humiliation... and anger.