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When you're starting out as a superhero, the first thing to worry about once you are committed to your path is how secret are you planning to keep your identity. For should you choose discretion, then you need both a name, and a suitable costume.

Names had never been Ofenna's strong point so she focused on the outfit. New heroes were cropping up all the time in this world, as were those they pledged to battle for the good of all, and as such, there were even businesses devoted to helping outfit the fledgling heroes on their starting attire. She'd found one such store that promised secrecy for their clients and she had taken the plunge, giving them a rough idea of what she'd been thinking for an outfit, but that she was open to trying other looks.

Three weeks later they'd sent a reply to say her specifications were ready for her input and so, on her next free day, the tan furred lioness headed to the building. It was on the fourth story of a large building, supposedly kept discreet on purpose, but that did make the door harder to find than she'd expected. The tight back-alley it opened out to made her start to question the quality of the place.

Her concerns only grew as she climbed a long stairway, no lift or other conveniences to help ascend, and the walls were drab and in some cases in need of repair, but as she reached the final landing, a measure of satisfaction and calm came back. The far wall, including the doorway, was crisp and cleanly decorated in the same style as the website she'd used to find the place. A pointed black and white head turned to look at her through the glass and then the figure stood.

She'd assumed at first glance the figure to be a skunk, but once at full height, she could tell it was a badger, who strode over to the door and opened it wide. "Ah, you must be the afternoon appointment, yes?" She said in a pleasant and welcoming voice. "Come in, come in."

"We've picked out a good number of things tailored to your specifications, you weren't absolutely sure after all on some of the details, but they'll wait. First, the fitting room has the base suit you requested and due to its nature, I'll give you privacy to get it on." She'd guided Ofenna over to a curtain and pushed her into the room before peeling back before the lioness could make much comment. She'd not had a chance to say anything in return, but, looking around, she saw that things were quite well set up for her. A table to one side with empty hangers for her current clothing, and spread at the other side was the base layer.

This close it looked similar to spandex, though the fabric was one of the tailor's own creations, allegedly perfect for acts of heroism, tough and hard to damage while being fully flexible. The bulk of the suit was black, with dark purple accents, most notably from midway down the forearms and shins, an artistic pattern over the torso in a lighter shade, and a mix of some other shades of purple on the mask.

It was made of all one piece as far as she could tell, and the seams were so discreet that in the cozy light of the changing room she couldn't detect them at all. She mused on how the material felt thicker than it looked too, after lifting it to pinch between thumb and finger, but she couldn't keep the attendant waiting. Slipping out of her street clothes, even her underwear sliding off, she sat herself down and stretched out the garment, pushing her right leg in first until it reached the base. Her paw squashed against something soft, a padded lining that was designed for comfort and, should the need arise, allow her to run in just this layer.

Of course she'd ordered boots and other items to go outside of the base, but it was reassuring to see it was something that she could use on its own should stealth be required. Her mind already spinning tales of possibilities in her imagination. The crotch was equally padded, an extra layer built in for discretion and to mitigate the lack of underwear, keeping her quite smoothed and publically permissible.

Her left leg slid in next, and she fit her tail into its waiting tail sleeve, drawing the fabric over her buttocks. When all the creases were pulled taut she had to stifle a purr, it felt great, the thick fabric clung to her body, squeezing it, while also light and fitting enough that she felt naked when she wasn't touching the outside layer.

Her hands were next, sliding into sleeves and once again she felt the light padded feeling at the elbows and around her hands. Thin enough at the fingertips to allow her to use them just as deftly, and, looking in the mirror, she nodded her approval at how the suit pressed against her chest. Rather than the stylised form others seemed to take where the cloth somehow moulded around their cleavage, hers were more naturally covered over, another soft padded layer adding to make her more streamlined and still decent. It was thick enough that she had to pull it into place, preventing it bunching up and once again, as she stroked the creases out of her arms it clung, perfectly tailored. All that was left was the mask, which she pulled up and over her head, tucking her hair into position. The zipper started at the nape of her neck and so there was some stretching struggle to fit her skull into position, and a few flicks and pokes at her ears were needed to seat them comfortably. Her eyes widened in marvel though, despite the shape pressing against her face so neatly it didn't feel stretched. Not only was that good news for her nose, but also, the eyes were totally obscuring and opaque from the outside, yet only the slightest hint of a veil covered her sight at most, giving it a tint while still keeping all details sharp. She'd not known it would be that perfect, especially given this store was, admittedly, a cost saving store.

Her fingers drifted to the zipper line, pulling the tag, though she had some issue getting the upper part to the small of her back, and the lower zipper equally presented a problem. The suit was too form fitting for her to try and stretch it. "Uh, Miss?" She called out to the badger. "Could I get some help with closing it?"

"Coming." The voice called, heavy footfalls making it to her, the badger leaned in past the curtain, reaching up, her fingers tracing over the zipper as she searched for the tag without looking, her eyes instead peering in the mirror over Ofenna's shoulder to size the lioness up. "My, it looks fantastic on you!" The attendant said, giving it one last tug to make it sit perfectly. "Your other accessories are over this way." She added, backing away.

The lioness followed along without stopping, conscious of how the suit clung to her and having to silence a nagging thought at the back of her mind that she was naked and bared. The accessories would help, boots, gloves, even a body-suit for starters, and that's just what she was sure on. Lacking any staggering powers herself, she would have to rely on her above average acrobatics and tools to see her way to victory.

The badger opened up a sliding door, waving Ofenna through. The lioness walked in, stopping when she saw the room looked like it contained a larger range than she expected. As she turned to question the badger, the door slid shut between them and clicked with the sound of a hefty lock. "Hey! What the-?" She started, pushing at the smooth featureless surface. A rolling of a door opening alerted her as several figures climbed out of what looked like a closet. Six in total, they shared an almost identical build as she, all dressed in fitting suits of the same material, and from their poses, they weren't looking to talk.

She pressed against the door uselessly as the figures advanced, thinking maybe her bare hands could grip better, she reached for the zipper... but there was none. Not even a line of metal where it should be, instead the suit felt like it was smooth all over. The badgers voice crackled over a speaker mounted below a camera. "Haha, you've noticed then. I could lie and say this room is here to demonstrate your flexibility in a test, but as you're stuck there, now, I can be plain. The truth is I'm not some discount suiter, I'm a villain, and I love snaring little upstarts like yourself."

Ofenna's eyes widened, and she clawed at the suit, scraping, trying to break it or just tear it off. "Pretty awful villain you are if you need henchmen!" She yelled, brows knit in annoyance at the lack of purchase.

"There's no use trying to break it, remember, you wanted it tough and cut resistant, really this is your own fault." The voice crooned in taunting glee. "As for the henchmen, well, that's my other surprise, like the suit." The figures charged forward at that, and Ofenna lashed out with a punch and a kick, however, her blows did seemingly nothing, as if hitting air. She gasped as two arms flattened and spiraled around her own, stretching them wide as one of the figures showed their back.

The suits were empty, seemingly just strangely animate cloth when she attacked them, but when they retaliated it was with the strength of a person. "A-ah! No get off me you stupid lumps of cotton!" She growled out. The pair on her arms had grabbed her back too and hoisted as two more wrestled with her legs, lifting her up as the seam at the back of the suit in front of her peeled open. It thrust against her, wrapping on top of her own suit and as the slit opened up the back of the head she saw something else lurked. A panel gag built into the fabric forced over her own mouth. The effect was immediate, tightening the durable leather-like material over her mouth as the suit sealed again over the top of hers.

She was unprepared, caught off guard, and what was worse, each suit alone seemed as strong as she was. She could only grunt in protest as they forced her forward into another. Hands finding the difference in this suit, as they were shoved into stiff, fist-shaped mittens. With two suits in place, the other four all dropped her unceremoniously, unravelling to be worn in turn. Her own body was being steered by the strength of the suits on her, the third suit forcing thickly lined foot-covers on, then helping her into the fourth which bore opaque eye holes, blinding her when it was in place. The fifth stuffed her ears into padded caps that dulled her hearing and, while the sixth didn't seem to have anything to add, when the final suit squeezed tight over the top, trapping each aspect of her increasing bondage under it, it finally had the power to fully ignore her resistance.

It brushed down the sensory-isolated lioness's body with her own arm, kneading through the layers which all clung tight as her skin, the outermost layer was identical to the suit she'd put on in style, and though she only heard a muffled voice, unable to discern the words, she could tell the villainous badger was talking or taunting her.

"I'm not sure if you can still hear me, but don't worry, I did still make all the accessories you wanted. They'll be delivered along with you soon. For now though, my 'assistants' will keep you company and help with the last item you'll look good in!" The badger watched from the camera, the lack of response told her she was safe now, and so she went back to the locked room and let herself in,The suit came forward, standing to attention, with only the desperate grunts and twists of the lioness inside revealing its occupant. She beckoned it out as she made her way back to her bedroom. The suit climbed onto the bed, pressing Ofenna's legs together and holding her arms to her sides as the badger looked at a six foot long body pillow.

The badger ran a long finger down it, it quivered and then split, and she reached in, pulling out a suit-trapped male wolf. Her hands went to the back of his head, the fabric parting out of the way, thanks to her strange power, finding the layer with the male's ear plugs she pulled the masks off until he could hear. "Good news, for you. Your replacement has arrived, your purchase will be waiting for you. Do take care, and if you try to come here for some revenge well, lets just say I have hostages I could easily dispose of, and you may find your suit becoming a prison again. Otherwise feel free to engage in heroics, when you struggle loose."

The wolf mewled trying to push himself up, but the badger had turned her attentions to the lioness. She drew the now hollow body pillow over and pressed it against Ofenna. With that unnatural life of its own, it split wide and shuffled in, her own suit helping it as it pressed down like a sleep-sack around her and then sealing seamlessly around her. With the lioness subdued, it relinquished a portion of its control, allowing her, finally, to squirm and thrash.

The badger scooped the wolf out of bed, humming as she opened up a box lined with the special fabric. It danced to her touch, her power controlling the shape of it and infusing it with her instructions as she lowered the wolf into it. Each layer he wore peeled off until he was dressed without any bindings, still simply trapped in the suit. She was a badger of her word, ultimately, and so when the box arrived at the wolf's address, the seams would allow him to escape, and there were even instructions on how he could seal it and unseal it if he wished. She did hope that he'd use it still, as she bore none of her customers any malice, it was just fun to her to be their first peril, and she got adorable temporary servants out of the deal.

Of course, Ofenna would serve as her body pillow until the other three would be heroes, one trapped in a sofa cushion, one in a soft plush-suit and the last, a mannequin in the corner displaying her outfit for the next day, all received their own replacements. But with the number of naive heroes looking for new costumes, she imagined that wouldn't take too long. She gave the lioness filled pillow one big cuddle, finding its rump for a swift squeeze, and then rose up. Back to work for her. She had a box to ship out after all, one that had already self-sealed with a thick cushioned padding.