Terri's panties.

"What's wrong, D.Va?" Terri giggled. "Con moving too fast for ya?"

"Very funny," Lynn huffed. She was still frozen in place from the waist down, afraid of what would happen if she moved. Her costume was made of grooved coils; if she spread her legs too much, the costume would sneak between her lips and rub against her hyper-sensitive clit. She refused to ask for help from her friends; admitting that her special cosplay underwear had failed her would just add insult to injury.

"Well, if you're done posing, we can just bally on out of here!" Terri said. "I think I've knocked this crowd right over. Wouldn't you say, loves?"

"Bally isn't a word!" Lynn snapped. She accidentally shifted her weight... and shivered again as her nub brushed over another coil. She breathed deep and decided to let Terri handle herself.

Terri wiggled her firm little bum at the crowd, loving that little thrill she got knowing she was winning out over her high-and-mighty friend. Cosplay wasn't that hard at all!

The frisbee buzzed and began to vibrate within Marigold's bag. A few seconds later...

Ding! A pair of panties emblazoned with the Union Jack materialized out of thin air, artfully presented on Marigold's platter.

Marigold slammed her bag shut with an "Eep!"

All of a sudden, Terri's tights felt very loose on her butt.

Terri paid it no mind for the first few moments, but when she shifted poses, she twitched at a new wave of sensations. She could feel her tights sliding and stretching over her butt when she bent over in a starting stretch, as well as growing tight against her privates when she took a stride too long. Fortunately, that feeling went away soon enough.

What Terri didn't know was that the reasons her tights had stopped tugging on her privates was that she was sporting a mammoth-sized camel toe.

A few members of the crowd couldn't believe their luck. Tracer's quick movements made it difficult to catch, but whenever she spun and winked for the cameras, they got a clear shot at how Tracer's pussy had gobbled up her yellow tights.

The few shots where Tracer bent over were even better: her costume was so tight against her pussy that it was like she was wearing nothing at all. Her pussy lips were puffed out between her thighs obscenely, and Lynn wasn't paying enough attention to catch her.

"One last shot, loves!" Terri grinned, striking the ferocious pose of a hunting lioness about to strike. As Terri stretched deep for her last and best pose, a single lucky camera girl caught the light just right: for her and her alone, Tracer's tights turned ever so slightly transparent, revealing Terri's flush pink flower.

"That's all!" Terri raised her SMGs and spun in a circle. "Love ya, loves!"

The few members of the crowd that weren't speechless had the decency to clap. Terri beamed.

While that was going on, Marigold sat a few feet away her swag bag and stared at it like the thing was possessed. She had yet to figure out why her new gift was dispensing underwear.

Marigold had already guessed that the frisbee (or was it a tellocator? Was that the name Fizz called it?) wasn't just creating things out of thin air. If what she'd gotten earlier was really Kiona's bra, then whatever kind of panties and blindfold Marigold had gotten, she'd stolen them from someone else... maybe even right off their bodies.

"You're a dirty, evil thing!" Marigold hissed. "I should throw you away. That'll show you!"

The bag said nothing.

"You're the most evil thing I've ever seen," Marigold declared. "It's a good thing I found you instead of someone else. Think of all the nasty things a person could do with you."

The bag slid over and flopped open, spilling a pair of very British panties on the floor.

"Eep!" Marigold scrambled to shove the panties back inside her bag. Once they were safely inside, she clutched the bag to her chest and glanced around nervously.