Joy's panties AND bra! (--Route SPLIT: Collection Path--)

Marigold was only half right about her guess. Pushing a nice green button didn't do anything drastic or shocking at all. Instead, it just increased the amount of items the tellocator fetched by one.

Instead of returning the Union Jack panties to their owner, two fresh undergarments plopped onto Marigold's hand: a still-fastened bra with snowflake designs on its big white cups, and a pair of plain white panties.

Marigold stiffened in shock. Both pieces of underwear were warm to the touch; they'd definitely been whisked right off an unsuspecting bystander. She pulled her hand out of the bag and slammed it shut again, afraid to even look.

Her bag was rapidly filling up with stolen underwear, and she had no way of getting rid of it without being seen.

Terri skipped over to where Lynn stood frozen in place. The Tracer cosplayer was wearing a smile as wide as her camel toe was big, and she had no idea of the kind of photo shoot she'd just put on.

"That was fun!" Terri beamed. "Let's get some food. I'm starving!"

"You and Joy can go ahead," Lynn said stiffly, not even looking at Terri as she arrived. "I'll catch up in a few minutes after this crowd's gone. I just need to... rest a minute."

In truth, Lynn needed a bit of privacy to loosen her suit and tug it loose around her privates, but she wasn't about to do that in front of a bunch of cameras. As long as Terri and Joy were done with whatever they were doing, she could just wait it out.

"Roger that!" Terri said. She really did have more energy than Lynn. All her distance training had paid off! "Joy, you hungry?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Joy said. She'd been buried in her cell phone for the better part of ten minutes looking at the specs on a new series of video cards. "Let's get goi-... What the fuck?!"

One hand flew to Joy's chest, the other her crotch. She shifted her feet back and forth tentatively, unsure why she could suddenly feel the tight weave of Mei's spandex leggings on her caboose. At the same time, her bra had suddenly either given up the ghost and snapped, then fallen out of her costume (impossible) or disappeared entirely (doubly impossible).

Joy squeezed her ample bosom through her parka. She could feel the unsupported weight of her ample breasts beginning to tug her tank top down. She hadn't meant to go braless; the material was already starting to chafe.

I've been pranked, Joy realized. Someone fucked with my underwear so it would dissolve.

Seeing Joy's sudden comfort, Terri leaned in to help her friend. "You all right?"

"Just fine," Joy lied. She carefully removed her hands from her bits and pointed at a very nervous Mercy across the atrium from the BB Brigate. "Why don't you go and bother Marigold over there?"

"Um... sure," Terri shrugged. Confused but still good-spirited, she jogged over to Marigold.

Marigold retreated to the corner of the atrium, and tried to ignore the newfound weight in her bag.

She could try and track down the owners. Maybe she could give the underwear back? No. She'd get kicked out of the con and banned for life if she did that. She'd get arrested. Maybe even expelled! Marigold opened her bag and stared hatefully at the buzzing frisbee buried in stolen unmentionables.

"This is all your fault," she hissed. "I don't need these. You're a terrible thief! Why can't you steal something useful, like money?!" She immediately chastised herself for even considering such a thing.

"Heya!" Terri's voice interrupted her thoughts like a lightning strike. Before Marigold could react, she was right beside her. "Cool, you're back! Get any good swag?"

"Eeep! No!" Marigold squeaked. She quickly shoved the bag behind her back- and banging the frisbee against the wall.