Part Two:
I considered canning this idea part way through, as thought it might come across as offensive, but by that point there were already several dozen rendered images of skinsuit Tracer. So here we are. Hopefully it isn't offensive to anyone. :S
I figured the images that don't make the cut or that wind up divorced from their captions may as well still be uploaded, as the image is usually better than the caption. But to avoid overload people with dozens, I figured I'd make a second channel.
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As far as I can tell, this is totes legal by DeviantArt rules, but feel free to correct me!
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We all have our secrets. I'd known Andre was into guys since we met in like 9th grade, but I never guessed he had a crush on me. Not until the sleepover.
Andre found my secret bundled away in the back of the closet - a Overwatch-themed inflatable doll.
"This is some real nerdy shit," he laughed. "A videogame girl? Wait until everybody hears about this!"
He got this huge, lecherous grin as I begged him not to tell anybody. He pulled the deflated sexdoll out of the box and begun to strip. Naked, he ripped open the seam along the doll's spine, worming his arms and legs inside the floppy limbs. Donning his improvised costume piece-by-piece, he laid out the payment for his silence.
I couldn't believe it. "You're blackmailing me?! I thought we were friends?"
He shrugged. "Call it what you want. This works for both of us." He reached back to work the inner sleeves of the doll's holes inside himself. He turned to flash those well-used holes at me. "Just pretend I'm her."
Easier said than done with that gaping opening exposing his muscular back. His lecherous smirk vanished behind Tracer's rubber face, as he stretched and snapped the sexdoll head tight over his own. He struck a pose.
"Alright, luv'. Cavalry's 'ere!"
"Ugh. You sound more like Doomfist," I shuddered, unbuckling my pants.