Corinne tries to steal John away from Terri.

The two girls gave their thanks and left John and Terri to work out their differences.

"Of course you'd be a boob guy," Terri teased. "Boys can never appreciate what's right in front of them."

"Hey, that's not fair," John protested. "Guys can appreciate a lot more than just tits."

"Oh, really? Like what?"

"Tons of guys like a girl with legs. The longer, the better."

Terri tiptoed in circles around John with her hands clasped behind her back, taking long, slow steps, drawing closer with every pass. "Fascinating! I wonder if there are any of those guys around here... Too bad mine's broken."

"He is?" John said nervously. "Well, I know a few things you might be able to do to fix him."

Terri stopped her pacing, stood on tiptoe and whispered a soft, breathy voice into his ear. "Oh, I don't want him fixed. I want him-"

"Is that you, SG? It is!"

There was a deafening slap of skin on spandex and Terri let out a shocked yelp into John's ear. She whirled around (whipping John's face with Tracer's spiky wig), covering her ass with both hands to face a girl wearing little more than a sling bikini, ultra-miniskirt and a gigantic squirrel tail, but that wasn't the best part.

Her tits were amazing. Her top was literally designed for the most underboob in the universe. Every time she took a breath, she was a hair's breadth from spilling out.

"I'd know that butt anywhere," said the grinning new arrival. "Gotcha good, didn't I?"

"Yeah," Terri rubbed her cheeks with a wince. "You sure did, LoveBug. Nice one..."

"And who's this hunk?" Corinne peered around Terri's head. "Heyyyyy~~~~! What's your name, Star-Lord?"

"Uh," John nearly choked on his spit. What did you do when fantasies started coming to life? "H-hey. John."

"Well..." Corinne flashed her teeth and slowly, deliberately let her eyes wander downwards. "Nice to see you, Little John." John flung his hands in front of his pants. Corinne giggled.

Terri shifted her footing to block Corinne's view- and inadvertently put her spandex costume right in front of John's hands. She tried to change the subject. "Well... where did your friends go? Where's Saki-chan?"

"They're your friends, too, silly!" Corinne said. "Saki wants you to know we got Ace in the Hole to do our group shots! She told him it's your first cosplay, and he says he wants to give you a special set!"

Terri let out a gasp and fell backwards- right into John's hands. He got a full grope of her wonderfully firm, fit ass before he realized what he was doing. She let out a quick "oh!"... but she took her time getting back on her feet.

"S-sorry, I..." John apologized, but he shut up when he saw Terri's grin paired against Corinne's scowl. He might as well not have existed. This was between them.

"You got Ace- congratulations! I thought he only did pros now!" Terri let out a sigh. "Oh, gosh, I'd love to go, but sorry... I have plans with Lynn."

Corinne's scowl deepened. "Really?! Are you really gonna let that drama queen Bunny Hapa tell you who to hang out with? I bet she'd tell you to ditch this guy, too!"

"No, she wouldn't," Terri said, but there was hesitation in her voice.

"No boys allowed, that's the BB Brigade motto!"

"BB Brigade?" John asked.

"Her cosplay crew," Corinne chirped. "They're okay. But StartingGunner here is a first-timer, and her friends are all on Bunny Hapa's leash. They're not gonna want to spend time on you, Little John- they have a contest to win."

"Contest?" John looked down at Terri. She gave a nervous smile.

"It's just a little thing," Terri said. "I'm... sure they'd love to have you hang out with us."

As if on cue, Terri's bomber jacket started ringing. She giggled nervously and whipped out her cell phone. The voice on the other end was high-pitched and loud enough to remind John of a yapping chihuahua.

"That's our cue, hot stuff!" Corinne said. She grabbed John's hand and pressed it tight to her chest, right inside her upside-down cleavage. "C'mon!"

That did it. With his hand nestled between the squirrel girl's soft, overflowing breasts, John's cock turned to steel. His dick didn't care what anyone thought about the Barnum & Bailey-sized tent in his pants; it just wanted more of Corinne's sweet, sweet tits.