The tellocator saves Marigold by stealing even more underwear!

Marigold was trapped. She couldn't have Terri see what was inside. She'd think she was a complete pervert! She couldn't run, either; Terri was way too fast.

Save me! Marigold prayed.

"Come on, out with it!" Terri demanded. She gave a playful tug on Marigold's arm holding the swag bag. The bag jerked, and the tellocator inside banged against the wall, the bag vibrated, and there was a soft pop.

Terri froze. She tapped her hands to her bomber jacket, right besdie the straps of her chronal accelerator. She blinked. She prodded her chest again.

"Did something just... fall out of my jacket?" Terri asked nervously. She took a few steps back from Marigold. All her playfulness had evaporated.

"Um... no?" Marigold said. She looked down- and saw Terri's massive camel toe. She might as well have painted her cosplay leggings on, for all the good they were doing to cover the deep divide between her legs.

While Terri was distracted, Marigold peeked inside her bag. Sure enough, a small yellow bra lay atop the pile.

Like a fog bank rolling away, the pieces in Marigold's mind fell into place. The tellocator had stolen Terri's bra just then, and maybe even her panties earlier (British flag? Probably Terri's.)

Terri, normally the one to be so confident and excitable, was reduced to a nervous, self-conscious girl worried about her boobs. Not only that, but she was totally unaware of how her cosplay's crotch had slid inside her. If Marigold told her about it... she'd be humiliated. Mortified. Shamed and mortified by how many people had been staring at her body.

It reminded Marigold of herself.

"Hey, Terri?" Marigold asked innocently.

"Y-yes?" Terri asked. She was still nervously prodding her chest and trying not to make a scene of it.

Marigold pointed at Terri's crotch discreetly. "You've got a bit of a problem downstairs..."

Terri glanced down. Her eyes went wide. "Oh, fuck!" she gasped. "How long have I..."

"I don't know," Marigold said, which was only mostly true. "A while?"

Terri squeaked. She went to dig the yellow spandex out of her crotch- then winced as it tugged on her pink bits as she did. Her leggings had stuck right to her inner flower. If that was the case, then...

She wasn't wearing any panties. And if she wasn't wearing any panties now, then maybe she hadn't been wearing them all day long. And if she hadn't been wearing any panties all day long, who knew what kinds of photos were out there?

"Oh my God," Terri whimpered. She covered her crotch with one hand and her chest with the other. She was clothed, but she'd never felt more naked.

A twinkle of excitement danced in Marigold's eyes. She liked knowing that Terri could feel the same thing Marigold did almost every day.

In a perverted kind of way, it was justice.

"Are you okay?" Marigold asked more sweetly than she probably should have. "It's just a little wardrobe malfunction your first time cosplaying. Everyone has those."

"B-but..." Terri whimpered. "Everyone saw my..."

"Don't worry. I'm sure everyone was kind enough not to stare," Marigold said, telling the same lie as everyone had told her once she'd started developing. "Don't be ashamed of your body."

"Of... of course, Mari," Terri said, but it was obvious she was lying, too. "Um... I think I'm going to... ah... use the bathroom. I'll... catch up with you guys later?"

"Okay!" Mari smiled. "See you later!"

Marigold watched as Terri slowly walked away, every tiny curve of her firm butt outlined by tight yellow spandex. Once her friend disappeared, she opened the bag and stared at her new toy nestled in a bed of panties, bras, and a weird blindfold.

None of what this was her fault. Fizz had said that the thing couldn't be controlled. Marigold couldn't be expected to understand this weird little piece of technology. She was still a good girl. It was just the frisbee that was bad. Mari knew she should get rid of it, but...

Sometimes, good girls were allowed to have bad friends.