[ENF] Cosplay warddrobe malfunction.... of the best kind

[bsanchez]

"Can I take your picture?" the man said eagerly.

Nancy flashed him a bright smile and nodded assent. This was the seventh request she had gotten since she'd gotten off the bus, and each time made her giddy inside. It was her first time cosplaying, and she'd really wanted to get it right. To that end, she'd worked tirelessly on her Batgirl costume, tailoring the tight black-and-purple swimsuit material to her voluptuous frame, picking out the right black boots and globes, finding the perfect cowl.

She'd also worked on herself. At 35, she was still young and pretty, with a round face and blushing cheeks, but she was also 4'10" and 125 pounds. It took exercise and discipline to keep the curves where she wanted them--in her broad hips, ample thighs and heavy breasts.

Her work had obviously paid off. The con-goer snapped several pictures and thanked Nancy. "You're welcome!" she answered brightly. As the fan walked away, Nancy felt a tingling of excitement. All of this attention was making her feel attractive and desired. She licked her lips, adjusted her blond wig (over her own dark brown hair), and strode down the hall, drawing admiring glances from the the throng.

What Nancy didn't know, and what her photographers soon discovered, was that the material used for the skin-tight Batgirl outfit was not of the best quality. Sure, it looked amazing, skin-tight to Nancy's form, but in fact, it was prone to raveling and disintegration. Throughout the day, it got thinner and thinner. This was not be immediately apparent, as the cloth was black, but it was clear in flash photography. Then her outfit was translucent, Nancy's wide pink areolae and fair-skinned breasts quite visible, as well as the dark fur between her thighs. From behind, the crack of her wide, curvy behind was distinct.

The internet being what it is, as soon as the first pictures were uploaded to the web, Nancy became a very popular girl. By the end of the afternoon, she'd attracted a veritable fanclub, and the incidence of photography increased. It was particularly gratifying when Nancy adopted a combat pose, spreading her legs in a wide stance. Then, not only her hair, but even the lips of her pussy (now rather moist) came into view. One photographer sn*tched a shot of Nancy dramatically high-kicking. The resulting photo quickly topped the charts on Flikr and Facebook, attracting thousands of "likes" and not a few tributes.

But this was nothing compared to what would happen at the Masquerade...

[bsanchez]

(I posted a teaser hoping for some feedback )

[northernboy2000]

Loving it so far - hoping for lots of embarrassment!

[none101]

more please!!

[Naivul]

It's great! You should adapt it into a longer story series!

[bsanchez]

There's more..

[bsanchez]

***

Nancy waited backstage for her turn to go on. The thrill of performance sent tingles throughout her short plump body. There were about thirty of them in the dimly lit area behind the stage, most doing last-minute rehearsals for their skit. Nancy already had her routine down by heart though she had concerns that it wouldn't be anything show-winning.

As luck would have it, she was number 32--the last to go up. As skit after skit went up, each more impressive than the last, Nancy's heart sank. They were all so good and their costumes so perfect. What could one little Batgirl, one who barely fit within the confines of her skin-tight suit, no less, do to win the show?

It was dark during the last skit and there were no other performers nearby. Instinctively, the fingers of her right hand crept down to her crotch. *Just letting off steam* she thought as the tip of her finger found her clit. Her broad hips jumped at the touch and she began to rub in small circles. Nancy spread her thighs and closed her eyes, her other hand cupping her breast. She felt the nipple stiff enunder her caress. Her curvaceous body began to sway rhythmically and her lips parted slightly.

Not ten feet away, a stagehand was cleaning up feathers that had fallen off the costumes of the prior performers. Nancy's actions quickly caught his notice. Though it had seemed dark and private enough when Nancy had begun her internal explorations, in fact, she was, in fact, quite clearly outlined by the bright lights off to her side. Her profile was a silhouette, but her movements were unmistakable. The stagehand could see the glistening as Nancy's lips parted, could see her fondle her breasts, could even see her furry thatch quite brightly limned by the stage lights. This surprised him. It looked like she wasn't wearing a stitch.

He licked his lips. Could this be possible? Had this performer stripped out of her costume while no one was looking? Or was it just a trick of the light? Looking more closely, he saw what was happening. The material of Nancy's costume, progressively failing, had finally given up the ghost once she had started playing with herself. As the stagehand watched, the fabric split and shed in large pieces, drifting slowly to the floor virtually weightless. It slipped off Nancy's breasts leaving them open to the air. It fell off her thighs exposing creamy skin. In short order, only her cowl, cape, boots and gloves were left.

But Nancy didn't notice. It all felt too good. It was not until the applause and the buzzer announcing that her time had come did she abandon her activities. She frowned a little--she hadn't quite finished. Then she smiled. It was show time!

Hearing her name announced, she boldly walked out through the curtain and onto the stage... unknowingly leaving her costume in tatters behind her.

[Naivul]

That's pretty hot! Can't wait for part 3.

[Bloodgod32]

Awesome! Definitely needs moar!

[Yosuke]

Please continue, thatīs an awesome story!