What's next?

The noise was her panties

Madison felt the rough, cheap cotton sliding down her legs, and looked down to see her panties pooled at her feet. She let out a squeal of embarrassment and bent over to grab them, and as she did her too-loose bra slid away from her breasts, leaving her nipples exposed. Deciding to deal with one crisis at a time, Madison grabbed the elastic waistband of the panties, not realising her foot had snagged the hole burned in the back, so as she pulled them up hard they ripped almost completely in half.

"Oh, crap!" Madison exclaimed as she saw they were unwearable. Straightening up and keeping one hand pressed firmly to her shaven crotch, Madison grabbed at her bra and tried to tug it back into place. One tug too hard, and the straps gave way leaving her holding the garment in one hand, matching the shredded elastic and cotton she held in the other from her panties.

Madison held both items of ruined underwear close to her body, squirming on the spot as the crowd, which seemed to have suddenly doubled in size, let out hysterical laughter.

"No, please, stop looking at me!" Madison gasped, embarrassed beyond measure, "Please, just let me go back inside..."

"Not until you've signed autographs." her manager said from just behind her. Madison whirled around, giving the crowd a view of her plump rear end.

"Full moon tonight!" someone called from the crowd. Madison tried to shift one hand to her backside, in the process dropping the ruined underwear she had been holding.

"Come on," her manager insisted, taking Madison by one hand which prevented her from using it to cover herself and leading her to a table, "your public awaits."