Someone started pulling on her tail

There came a point when the people in line behind Gabi started to get a little too tired of her hogging the console. There was one, right behind her, who grew to be particularly annoyed, a girl named Jeanne, only a little younger than Gabi herself was. She wasn't in costume or anything, just a pair of jeans, a t-shirt with some Pokemon graphic on it, and a green unzipped sweatshirt. She had short brown hair, glasses, and behind them, a scowl on her face.

The tail tugging had started as a passive aggressive way of getting Gabi's attention. Call it childish, and Jeanne would cop to it, but she was starting to lose her temper. She'd already seen people ask, and then insist, for their turn on the console, but the apparent pro was refusing to give up her spot, making the line move twice as slowly. The catgirl costumed competitor had offered to leave if anyone could beat her, but apparently she was pretty good, because that hadn't happened yet. Seeing as how words weren't working, and how no one could muster the sort of direct action that would boot the catgirl off the machine, Jeanne took it upon herself to try an indirect approach. And thus, as she moved forward in line to be behind Gabi, Jeanne started tugging at the tail sewn onto the back of her bikini-cut bottoms.

Only, if this was annoying her at all, Gabi wasn't showing it at all. In fact, as hard as Jeanne seemed to tug, the competitive cosplayer didn't seem to notice at all....

What Jeanne and just about everyone behind her noticed though was... well, Gabi's behind. With every tug, the bottoms stretched a bit away from her body, giving anyone looking close enough a peek of her cheeks. Eventually, making sure that Gabi was still engrossed in the game, Jeanne pulled on the tail and held it there, where she could look straight down the back, seeing a big bare bubble butt, with only a low-cut thong on underneath. Jeanne looked up anxiously- nope, the cosplayer was still distracted- and giggled as she looked back down. She took a deep breath, darted her eyes to Gabi once more, then around to anyone who might stop her. Nope- the only people looking on seemed to be waiting on her, so with a grin, Jeanne started slowly tugging the bottoms down.

Gabi's legs weren't pressed together as she stood fighting, which made working her shorts down nice and smooth. The biggest bump was honestly just the beginning- which is to say, Gabi's big bump. Once Jeanne slowly tugged it down past that, bit by bit, jerking on the tail and hoping the stitching stayed sturdy, it was one quick swoosh down to the floor. Now, Gabi's ass was unrestrained, and every time she shifted on her feet, her bottom bounced behind her, all on display along with her long bare legs. Now, down at the feet, Jeanne was faced with a problem; Gabi would rock back on her heels, or stand tip toe for seconds every now and then, but with only her hands on the tail, Jeanne couldn't get the shorts right off of her. Her prayers were answered though, with a chime from the game, a groan from Gabi's opponent, and, blessedly, a jump straight into the air from Gabi in celebration- apparently, that one had given her a run for her money. In a flash, Jeanne whipped the garment from under her and stood with it held behind her back as Gabi touched back down, still bouncing up and down in more ways than one.

"Sorry! Close, but no cigar!" Gabi said, to an opponent that sulked away, beaten. "Next!" she cried, and this time her opponent looked considerably less concerned, and more smirking as he snuck glances below her waist. Meanwhile, the rest of the line was suddenly a lot less bored, getting a different sort of attraction at this booth. Jeanne smirked, and wondered if there was more she could do....