Lynn orders the crowd to strip Seras, and their hands get frisky!

Lynn reeled back and forth unsteadily. Standing in front of so many people while she was wearing so little, and being cheered so loud for it... she felt like she had just downed a fifth of Don Julio. The crowd loved her. Even though Lynn wanted desperately to run away and cover herself, she loved their adoration just enough to stay. Adoration meant power: the power to do anything she wanted.

Lynn wanted ****.

"You all saw how much Seras liked showing off my cosplay!" Lynn shouted. "Well, I want to see hers, too! OFF WITH HER CLOTHES!"

For a brief moment, no one did anything, least of all the girl dressed as Seras Victoria. She realized she was sandwiched between two linebacker-sized men and being stared at by a dozen more leering eyes.

"You'd better not touch me!" Seras said nervously. "I'm warning you... I'll scream!"

She didn't need to scream. The crowd did it for her.

Hands swarmed over the police girl's uniform. Before she could react, her tight-fitting uniform was being pulled in a dozen different directions. The buttons on her blouse strained to their limit as guys and girls alike fought to be the one to rip it off her.

"Stop! Stop it!" Seras cried as one lucky girl managed to get her thick belt unbuckled and off her waist. "NO!"

Two guys pulled as hard as they could on Seras's skirt, but it was stuck too tight on her thighs to budge without unbuckling. Seeing the problem, they shared a grin and took the next best option: pulling up instead of down.

Seras shrieked as she felt her skirt start to ride up her hips. She gripped her skirt with both hands, trying desperately to arrest its rise, but it was no use. More and more of her soft white thighs came into view, until her skirt rose high enough to uncover the space between her legs.

Seras was wearing tight white cotton panties with black cartoon bats. She tried to cover her crotch with her hands, but she had to fight just to keep her blouse from being popped open.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Seras screamed. Suddenly, she felt a hand grab a hold of her butt. "Wha- Let go of me! EEE!"

Seras had to choose between covering her ass and saving her blouse. She tried to do both, but whenever she pushed the groping hands away from her butt, her blouse buttons creaked and started to fray.

Lynn couldn't see what was happening, but for the moment, everyone in the crowd was focused on Seras and not her. In her single moment of privacy, she took the chance to check that her sticky underwear hadn't started to come off. She ran her fingers around her maebari's edges... and found a damp patch between her legs.

Lynn clamped her thighs shut. That was definitely not something she wanted people to see. With luck the stretchy underwear would dry up in a little bit.

"Stop! You fucking perverts! Stop listening to that slut!" Seras shouted. She held tight to her blouse, but shrieked when a particularly bold boy thrust his fingers between her legs and ran his fingers over her soft white crotch. Seras stumbled backwards, hands shooting to protect her pussy.

Without its owner's help to hold together, Seras's bottom blouse button finally popped off with a ping. The button right above it exploded off a second later, and then another. A second later, the rest came off at once, baring Seras's impossibly firm, missile-shaped breasts contained in a plain old-fashioned bra that completely covered her without a single ounce of cleavage.

"Ah! Don't!" Seras's arms flew backwards as the crowd seized her blouse and yanked it off her arms. They obediently threw it at Lynn's feet. She briefly considered putting it on, but for some reason, she didn't want to.

Without her blouse, the crowd was free to grope Seras's breasts through her bra. The first man to seize ahold of her humongous cannons cried out in excitement. He was the first to feel the police girl's fabulous firm boobs!

Seras could only whine as the first man was shoved away by a second, then a third. They all groped at her big boobs, feeling every inch of her big bra... but as a few more people got the chance to feel her, one excited girl cupped Seras's bra and scowled. The police girl's boobs were too firm.

"Get her bra off!" the girl demanded.

"N-no! Please!" Seras begged. It was too late, though: her big bra hooks were already undone. The crowd wrenched off her big full-coverage bra and tossed it to Lynn. As it soared through the air, two heavy pink inserts fell to the floor with a plop. A boy and a girl picked them up and gasped.

Police Girl had stuffed her bra. Her big boobs were nothing but a lie.

Seras clamped her hands to her chest. Her real boobs were much smaller; she was a B cup at best. For someone with such nice hips, her boobs were oddly tiny, with near-invisible nipples the same color as her skin.

"No!" Seras cried. "G-give me my costume back! I need it!"

"Too bad!" Lynn said. She snapped her fingers and held out her hands; the boy and girl obediently handed over Seras's falsies. Lynn held them high in the air. "These are mine now, faker!"

Seras gave a pitiful whine.