Poor, pure Marigold tries to fight temptation...

With every passing moment, Marigold's resolve weakened.

The poor girl couldn't look away from her friends for even a second as they mugged for the crowd. The BB Brigade's poses grew bolder with every click of the cameras.

Terri put her Tracer costume to work where it counted most: from the back. She made sure to show everyone that she wasn't shy about showing off her long, powerful legs and firm, fit butt. The crowd loved the sight of her tight spandex, but Marigold was treated to a clear shot of her posh Union Jack panties as she worked.

"Do the pose!" one girl called out. "The butt pose!"

"The butt pose?" Terri giggled. "You mean the one that was so butt-tacular they had to remove it? You all want that pose?"

"Yeah!"

Terri spun on her heel, grinned wickedly, and gave them all the infamous angle. "Cheers, loves! The cavalry's rear!"

Marigold squeezed her legs together and let out a long, hard breath.

Joy, surprisingly in-character for Mei, kicked back to let D. Va and Tracer have their fun. But when a college-aged boy about her size came up and asked how she made her frost gun, she warmed up to him quickly enough.

"Could I get a shot with you?" he asked nervously. "I mean, if it's okay. I really like your work..."

"Why not?" Joy said with a grin. She leaned in and punched him in the upper arm. "Get in here and let me lean on you."

"Uh... yes, ma'am!" he said, leaning uncertainly against Mei's parka. Joy rolled her eyes and grabbed the boy around the neck, pulling him close and pressing her thick parka's chest against his side.

Marigold saw Joy's breasts squeeze against the boy's arm, cleavage spilling out of her snowflake-print bra, and imagined herself nestled between them.

Last but certainly not least was Lynn. She took no prisoners. She showed no mercy. She saw herself as the Cosplay Queen, and refused to be anything but the center of attention.

"This is my kind of convention!" she said triumphantly. "Lights! Camera! Action!"

She was met with the sound of crickets; her audience was too busy staring at Tracer's butt. Lynn blinked in disbelief and her eyes narrowed.

"I said action!"

Terri yelped in surprise as Lynn grabbed her from behind. Lynn's arms wrapped around Terri's waist and pressed her crotch firmly against Tracer's tight butt, denying the cameras a view of anything but D.Va's rear end. Despite being shorter and softer, Lynn had the advantage of leverage. Tracer wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Gotcha, n00b! You were out of position!"

"Wha-hee! Hehe!" Terri laughed as Lynn's fingers tickled up and down her front. "D.Va, stop it! Haha!"

Marigold watched as Lynn, wearing nothing but pink scraps, seemingly ground her crotch into Terri's ass harder and faster with every moment. Lynn's fingers ran up and down Terri's flat tummy, going lower and lower, tickling the front of her panties...

Marigold's knees felt weak. She leaned on her staff for balance, trying to relieve the tightness in her chest and furnace between her thighs. Thoughts of Lynn's hands rubbing up and down her body, reaching lower, brushing over her special place, pulling her apart and sliding between her lips...

The base of Mercy's Caduceus Staff slipped out from under her. The pole flew backwards, Marigold's body leaned forwards... and the long, hard staff nestled itself between Marigold's aching thighs.

A soft, breathy moan **** itself out of Marigold's throat. She clutched the staff for balance, but that only slid it further back and rubbed it harder against her burning sex. Waves of newfound pleasure rocked her shuddering, needy body.

Some small part of Marigold's mind was horrified that she was straddled her staff and staring at her friends groping each other in their underwear... but right now, all Marigold wanted to do was feel even more of that new sensation.