Chiyoko and Hana fought their way through the crowd as best they could. There had been a villain alarm pulled in the convention center while a massive anime convention was going on, and it was hard for the two magical girls already on the scene to actually get inside through the flood of people leaving. “This is probably a false alarm, right?” Hana asked. 

“Why’d you say that?” Chiyoko said as she pushed her way past a particularly overweight con-goer.

“I mean, we haven’t heard any screaming, we haven’t seen anyone suddenly turn into a super-sentai style drone or a robot or something, I haven’t heard an evil cackle-” An evil cackle came from the next man they pushed, “Not funny unless you wanna get decked!” 

“Now that you mention it, that is kinda odd. When was the last time a villain cared about civilian casualties?” 

The frilly outfits of a magical girl, unfortunately, didn’t inspire all that much respect compared to a uniform and badge, even at an anime convention; especially at such a convention, as even with active, licensed magical girls around, magical girl cosplay was as popular as ever, and unlike police they didn’t quite have the ‘authority figure’ angle to lend them backup. It was nearly ten minutes between arriving at the con and reaching the gate, and another ten minutes while the security guards who had taken station outside (which was admirable, a real villain would be far above their pay grade) confirmed that the two young women covered in frills and pastel colors were real magical girls and not just wannabes on a suicidal dare.

The convention center seemed oddly quiet as the girls entered, weapons at the ready. The haste to escape had left the venue looking frozen in time, as if one moment there had been people and the next they’d vanished. A half-finished signing of a doujin here, a few partly unloaded boxes there, Chiyoko shivered a bit and stuck close to her partner, while Hana simply remained ready to stab someone at a moment’s notice, and actually did stab a few poorly placed and too realistic plastic models. 

No villain leaped out to attack them. They weren’t suddenly surrounded by ninja-themed drones or living plastic or whatever kind of minion a villain would make if they chose an anime convention as their target.

“Hey! Come out! We know you’re here!” Hana shouted, “It won’t be nice if you make us wait! For you that is!”

Chiyoko stared at Hana like she was a nut. “What happened to the element of surprise?”

“Like I said, false alarm, probably just a prankster or some anarchist wanting to waste government bucks.” the swordswoman said. “We’d have been attacked by now, right?”

“I mean… yeah… might be a ninja-type Corrupted Being? Like trying to wait for us to split up so he can attack us?”

“Well, we’re not giving them the satisfaction. We’re going to leave if we don’t get jumped in like, a minute, alrig-” 

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-” an ear splitting squeal pierced the air and a neon colored blob catapulted into Chiyoko, knocking her over.

“Chiyoko!” Hana shouted, drawing her sword but stopping herself when she saw what had actually attacked her. It was a girl in a painfully colorful pink and yellow magical girl costume; and this one was a costume, even if it wasn’t for the fact she didn’t feel magic from the outfit there was still a price tag on the collar. While the actual magical outfits were far from practical themselves, they at least had magic to make them useful. And a coherent style, rather than what appeared to be parts of at least four different magical girl costumes sewn together.

“AAAAAAAH! It’s Cherubic Chiyoko! I’ve watched all your fights! And Fairy Fencer ☆ Hana! I’m your biggest fan! Both of you, I mean. Is that fans then?” The yellow and pink blob declared, sitting up from where she was currently hugging Chiyoko and showing herself to be a young looking girl. 

Hana looked at her in surprise. “...Fan?” She found herself checking to make sure she looked ok. “I mean… of course you are, I have a lot of fans. Good job pronouncing the star by the way.” 

The girl beamed, and then looked down at Chiyoko expectantly. For her part, Chiyoko was just hoping she’d move soon, being too polite to ask her to. “...Glad to know I have fans… I didn’t think my fighting was all that impressive…?” she managed. 

The girl nodded vigorously, and then seemed to realize her problematic position and shuffled off of Chiyoko’s stomach. She stood up, looking between the two with excitement. “Autograph? Autograph? Autogra-” she said, holding out a piece of paper.

Hana had acquired a pen from an abandoned stand and promptly signed, handing it to the girl as she squealed. 

Chiyoko managed to be more focused, though. “Hey, what’s your name? We should get out of here, it might be dangerous.” She did however also sign - might as well. 

“I’m Magical ☆ Fangirl ☆ Daisuki~” she cheerfully reported with a theatrical bow. “Sure, sure, I don’t think it’s that dangerous but that’s just me~ I’ll submit to your superior experience!” 

The girls looked at each other and wordlessly agreed to bring her to the exit before resuming the search. Back down the halls they went, winding through the stalls while Daisuki prattled on about magical girls and their stats; monster takedowns, the number of times they were minion-fied and into what types, something about overall purity; she was talking like some baseball fans about their favored teams. 

It had been about twenty minutes and they still weren’t back at the entrance. They weren’t even going as slowly as last time. “Have we seen that stand before?” Hana asked. 

“Four times!” Daisuki cheerfully reported.

Chiyoko nodded. “This isn’t normal… maybe something is going on after all.”

“Maybe it’s the villain?” Hana said. 

“Oh, it totally is!” Daisuki said. “She probably wants you trapped here while she prepares a special attack.” 

Chiyoko looked at her - she’d been holding her hand to make sure she didn’t get separated from the magical girls. “Really? Did you see the villain?” 

“Yeah! I pulled the alarm to get some magical girls here as soon as I could!”

“How did you get away from them? You seem fine.” Chiyoko asked. 

“How did you even know it was a villain?” Hana asked, “Nobody else saw one.”

“Oh, that’s simple! I saw her in a mirror!” Daisuki said.

The time that sentence took to process was maybe a second. A little less for Hana, who had started to draw. But for Chiyoko, a second was too long, especially when she was already in physical contact. There was an abrupt spike in magical power as Daisuki yanked Chiyoko closer with sudden strength. She was still beaming. “Magical ☆ Fangirl ☆ Daisuki, villainess, at your service~ Or rather, you’ll be at mine soon~ I loooove magical girls, especially all the merch, and I think yours is great~”

“Wha-” Chiyoko started, before Daisuki pulled her face down a bit and gave her a kiss full on the lips. The magical girl felt very strange all at once, as the magical power coursed through her body and forced it to conform to the fangirl’s whims. She couldn’t move, and a white haze seemed to form around her body, growing wider and wider. Daisuki pulled back with a lecherous grin as Chiyoko’s outline softened and fuzzed as she was encased in the white. 

“You’re so cute, I just wanna hug you and touch you all the time, I bet you want me to too right? Right?” she said. As her magic worked, time would seem to speed up for both of them; the transformation only took a few seconds, but to them it stretched out. “Your fighting isn’t as impressive as your peers, but you’re suuuuper cute, I’m sure you’ll be great like this~” 

Hugging and touching? Those seemed real nice to Chiyoko right then- wait, no, she couldn’t let her do that. She was frozen in place as she tried to fight it. The white had resolved into something like cotton, a pillow built around her. She felt all fuzzy and soft inside too, as her features warped and changed. She wasn’t trapped in the pillow anymore, she was right on it’s front, feeling oddly flat. And also on the back? She felt split in two. 

What her two sides agreed on was hugs. Her front side seemed to be very happy about the concept. She reached out to Daisuki, a wide smile on her face, inviting her to touch and hug to her heart’s content. Her back side was embarrassed, blushing and turning away… but she also wanted it, and more, so she discarded her panties and got into a proper pose, ready for Daisuki or anyone else to take a look at her bottom and the suggestion of her most private parts. Neither side was a three dimensional being anymore; they were imprinted on the pillow, in an anime-style of themselves. The Chiyokos felt cold. They needed warmth. Human contact, touching, hugs, anything, everything! The body pillow desperately wanted it all! The last movement was a push towards Daisuki, leading to the body pillow fwumping onto the ground lewd side up as time returned to it’s normal speed for both of them.

  Hana’s sword clashed with what looked like a replica of it as she lunged at Daisuki, who was more busy inspecting the pillow. “She turned out really well! Really really well! Hehehe!” she giggled. “So leeeeewd, I didn’t do that part, that was her idea~ I guess she’s not A-rank purity after all~!” she said, as if she wasn’t being attacked. She raised a hand, and a pale blue beret that looked just like Chiyoko’s appeared in it. She fit it onto her head, and turned back to Hana.

“Turn her back!” Hana shouted, pulling back only to thrust again. Daisuki deftly dodged out of the way.

“Nope nope!” Daisuki said playfully, dropping the replica sword and fussing witth her pockets for something. “Hmmm, I don’t think you’ll let me get that close, so I’ll use this!” she said, taking out what looked like a super soaker filled with a peach-colored liquid. 

From that point, it was a running battle; Hana was a good close quarters combatant, maybe the best in the region, but the reason she was paired with Chiyoko was because she had no range at all beyond that which her sword could reach. And with Chiyoko currently a high quality body pillow on the floor, well, she wasn’t going to be much help. Also not helpful was the Magical Fangirl’s control over the environment and the surprisingly long range of the soaker… or the fact that wherever it hit, Hana couldn’t move anymore. It had already hit her upper arm, which thankfully didn’t need to move much, and her thigh, which unfortunately did move a bit. Every hit either reduced her fighting ability or her pursuit ability. By the time they’d circled the area and come back to Chiyoko, she was staggering along and out of breath. 

“Awww, out of steam~? You’ve never been a great chaser, Fairy☆Fencer~” Daisuki taunted, as she blasted the girl’s feet, one after the other, causing her to fall over onto her back. “You’ll be a great model~!” she said. It was around this point Hana looked at what it had been doing to her. Wherever the spray had hit her and sunk into her skin, it didn’t look like skin anymore - more like hard plastic resin, shiny and clearly artificial. “Sorry for taking so long, I had to be careful not to hit joints before I could start posing you~” Daisuki said cheerfully. 

With significant portions of her body hit, Hana couldn’t work up the strength to attack her. “You- You won’t get away with this, there’ll be more when we don’t come back-” Daisuki reached down and forced Hana’s lips to form a smile, and then hit her face point blank with the plasticizing liquid; the lower half of her face was suddenly plastic, a kind grin frozen on it. Some of it had gotten inside her mouth and throat, stopping even her vocal cords.

“Theeeere we go, that’s enough of that.” Daisuki said to the silenced girl, taking a step back and imagining what she wanted… then snapped her fingers, and got to work. From the bottom up she plasticized her; oddly enough, the liquid wouldn’t turn her clothes plastic, instead soaking through them to get to her skin. As Hana watched in silence, it felt like the blast to her mouth was dripping through into her brain. She wasn’t afraid anymore. She was… excited? That wasn’t right. And yet here she was, feeling almost aroused by the sight of Daisuki posing her body and freezing it to the position. 

More and more of her turned from flesh to plastic, and she got more and more excited. “You’re going to be a wonderful model! Highest quality and so realistic! It’ll be like the real Fencer is in the room~!” The real one? But she was the real- no, no she wasn’t. Hana was a human. She was just a plastic model, and thus obviously not the real one. This was the conclusion she came to as the pose she was to take became more and more obvious. It was an alluring, lurdid pose, like she was showing off her panties to someone who had just entered the room. She blushed at the thought - and that was the expression captured in plastic as Daisuki sprayed down her face, capturing the expression of a nervous young girl eager to show her sexuality. She was so happy - it was a delightful pose to be locked in.  

“Perfect~” Daisuki trilled, quickly wrapping up the change with the sprays - turning her hair into a high quality but obviously artificial wig. A few extra sprays on the joints let them become opposable, like a doll’s, in order to allow someone to take her apart and reconstruct her if they wanted to dress her up differently. A little hole was drilled into her bottom so that she could be put on a stand, which Daisuki promptly did. While of course it didn’t show on her face, the plastic model was ecstatic at this - she couldn’t wait to be seen and admired. 

The Magical ☆ Fangirl nodded, and thought for a bit, looking at her new merch while she created a replica of Hana’s cape and put it on. Then she grinned. 

Alisa Toshiro, an off duty magical girl, was walking through the anime convention on it’s

second day. The first had ended prematurely because of a false villain alarm, annoyingly, so she had to visit today. She already had two fairly large bags of merch from her favored shows, and was looking for the capstone to the day’s shopping. She saw a bit of a bidding war around one stand, and walked over to look at what was going on. 

The girl running the stand, in what looked like a mishmash of six different magical girl costumes, was proudly calling out bids as she saw them. “That’s 40,000 yen for the set, 45,000 yen, come on guys, these are totally unique products! One of a k- that’s 55,000! 57,000!!” As the bids went higher and higher, Alisa inspected the merch. There was only two left, which must have been the highlight of the sta-

“Excuse me!” she shouted, “You are selling merchandise of licensed magical girls! Do you have permission for this!?” 

The girl beamed at her. “Yeppers! I got their signatures right here!” she said, holding out a piece of paper. Indeed, it held the signatures of Chiyoko and Hana… “They signed off on it.” 

“...I can’t believe they signed on this…” Alisa said, looking at the merchandise. A bodypillow of Chiyoko - both a normal side and a lewd side! - and a lustful looking life sized model of Hana. The affront to the dignity of magical girls… they must have needed money… and it was kinda ho-

“100,000 yen!” she shouted. The crowd looked at her, staring. One guy raised his hand and opened his mouth. “150,000!” she said, and he glared and closed his mouth. 

“Going once, going twice, going thrice,” the girl said, “Sooooold to the half foreigner! Sorry lady, you’re gonna have to bring them home yourself.” 

“Not a problem.” Alisa said, snapping her fingers. A pair of men in suits seemed to just appear from the crowd, and took the merchandise onto a handcart. “Jeeves, Wilkins, be careful with my property.” she said, as she swiped a card on the lady’s register. “I’ll be going.” 

“Enjoy your merchandise~” Daisuki said as Alisa wandered off. The spell on Chiyoko and Hana seemed to be working already - the magical girl was quite closely inspecting the body pillow’s lewd side, and she could nearly see the thought of collecting more enter her head (which was kinda weird, it was supposed to be delayed action). She shook her head as if to clear it, but that thought and more would come back, until there was a second Magical☆Fangirl running around the city~