A shocking exposé!

Terri kept her hands tight over the widening split in her yellow leggings, praying nothing worse happened to her costume.

For some in the crowd milling around the figma display, Terri was just too funny to politely ignore. One boy dressed as a yellow Minion saw an opportunity for a shot at the rare cosplayer in distress. Concealed by the oblivious crowd around him, he raised his camera surreptitiously. He got a few quick shots of the nervous Tracer's face before moving down to her loose tank top and **** grip between her legs.

Terri saw the light reflected off the Minion's camera lens and knew she'd been caught on tape. There was no Recalling her way out of this one.

"H-hey! Knock it off!" Terri flushed at the Minion. "You're supposed to ask permission!"

The Minion hid the camera behind his back and whistled innocently.

"Go on!" Terri said. "Shoo! Get out of here!"

The Minion did no such thing. He just stood still, grilling and whistling like an idiot.

"Bloody Minions!" Terri cursed. She glanced over her shoulder to see Ammy still digging for the ball in a pile of electrical cables under the stage. "Come on, girl. We're leaving! Stop digging in those... electric..."

Terri's eyes went wide in horror as a spark flew from the pile of cables as Ammy's claws broke through the insulation. Her heroic instincts took over and she leapt forward, grabbed Ammy's leash, and yanked the dog back to safety.

It was the last thing her trousers ever did.

With a ferocious rip, Terri's yellow leggings split right up the back as she lunged. In seemingly slow motion, Terri felt the rip shoot all the way up her rear, flashing everyone Tracer's fit, firm butt.

She hadn't worn the skimpiest underwear out there; that kind of butt floss was for Lynn and cosplay professionals. No, Terri had chosen to wear a slightly more substantial pair of panties, the kind where the line might possibly show through her supplex costume, but the comfort was worth the imperfection. That, and the pair was just too Tracer to pass up.

Terri's ultra-cheeky panties hugged her runner's ass tight. Their red, white and blue fabric stood out prominently from the split yellow around it. For a moment, the pattern wasn't clear. But when Terri's leggings finally finished ripping apart, it was obvious: Terri had worn panties with a giant Union Jack on the back.

Heart pounding, Terri pulled Ammy safely away from the sparking cables. She sighed, wiped her forehead, and relaxed. Then, she felt the draft on her rear end and heard the tell-tale click of a shutter.

She whirled around to see the Minion grinning stupidly. He'd caught it all, from the instant Terri took her hands away (giving peeks of her white and red crotch) to the split, to the way her totally split-in-the-seat leggings were just barely holding on to her suspenders.

"God save the Queen!" squeaked the Minion.