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

[yoyoyo445]

Pleaseeee continue, I love this story and part 3 has the set up to be amazing!!

[bsanchez]

Nancy strode with pride to the stage. Each of the cosplayers were given a full five minutes to perform a skit or monologue to give the audience a good look at each costume.

At first, it was unclear that her costume was unusual. The lights were momentarily dim during the transition, and skin-tight superhero suits are the norm. Those in the front rows were the first to catch on to the telltales: the unsupported weight of heavy breasts, the unmitigated jiggle of curvy flesh, the glistening of light on uncovered body hair.

Gradually, the lights came up and the cheers began for the bold superheroine. They were far more enthusiastic than Nancy had expected, and she smiled broadly, her gloved fists on her broad naked hips. She thrust out her chest, broad breasts capped with taught nipples.

Soaring on the wave of applause and cheer, Nancy opened her mouth to deliver her planned speech, warning the bad folks of Gotham to beware the new force of justice in town... and then she noticed. The dazzling bright lights had forestalled this moment , but not it was all too cear--Nancy had been strutting and posing on stage, virtually nude, for a good thirty seconds. A crimson flush came to her cheeks, quite visible even from the rear seats, and goosebumps pimpled her skin. Nancy stifled a scream and quickly placed her hands in Venus position, trying to cover with far too little far too much.

Escape was her first thought, and she turned to sprint back behind the curtains of the stage. The audience got a fine view of her broad, pale behind then and cheered anew. As she began to trot away, cape billowing, the crowd let out a cry of disappointment. Nancy pushed the curtains aside only to see that the door backstage was closed and stuck. She tugged, but it would not open. "Come back, Batgirl!" came a pleading voice. Encouraging noises accompanied the shout.

Why wouldn't the door open? Nancy pulled harder. Why was the show continuing? Perhaps the people running the show couldn't see what was wrong with their eyes full of spotlight. Nancy dimly heard a repeated chant beginning to form behind her. "Come back, Batgirl! Come back, Batgirl!" Each syllable was punctuated by the clapping of hands. In short order, it became almost deafening. Nancy gave up the attempt on the door as futile and considered her options.

She could wrap herself in her cape and wait. She could try to slink off the stage into the crowd, preserving her modesty as best she could. She could curl into a ball and cry.

But that wasn't Batgirl's style, was it?

As the crowd's cheer grew more earnest and lustful, she smiled. They wanted to see her. Curvy, mature her. She hesitated a moment. She hadn't shaved her body anywhere in... well, she didn't shave. Why bother? Her husband preferred her natural, and in any event, it only really showed under her arms. Nancy bit her lip. Well, the audience had already seen her, faults and all, and they'd liked what they'd seen. Mid-30s or no, plump or no, she *was* objectively still a pretty girl. Maybe it was time to let them get a good look at what a *real* woman looked like.

[bsanchez]

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[yoyoyo445]

Amazing continuation of the story, well done, I can't wait to see what happens next

[bsanchez]

Nancy wheeled on one foot and turned to face the chanting crowd. She took a deep breath, strode out to the front of the stage, and gave a broad, beaming smile. The audience went wild, cheering and applauding. She performed a series of surprisingly graceful moves, belying her 25 pounds of extra padding. A kick, a pirouette, a few punches. Her cape flapped around her pale bare skin as she did so, heavy breasts pendulating.

She completed the maneuvers, gloved hands stretched to the ceiling, dark hair where her thighs met and under her arms. The crowd's approbation was intoxicating. Nancy felt as if her heart was about to burst, and the excitement she'd felt backstage was a throbbing desire centered in her loins and in the tips of her breasts.

"Do you want a grand finale?" Nancy shrilled, eyes glowing.

The audience roared with one mouth, "Yes!"

The cowled girl smiled mischievously and began to caress herself with leather-gloved fingers. One hand tugged and twisted at her nipples, turning broad areolae into tightened nubs. The other slid between her thighs where it was so, so moist now. There were gasps from the audience, and then their cheering died down. They became quiet, in rapt attention as Nancy played with herself. She moaned, and the silence became total as they strained their ears to hear her utterances of pleasure. Nancy spread her legs apart and nearly bent double as her fingers slid in and out of her pink slit. The pace of her pleasuring fingers quickened. Her pale sweat-beaded skin glistened in the bright stage lights. She rubbed her furry clit with her other hand now, devoting both sets of fingers to the task. She gasped, and her face became increasingly flushed, her chest as well.

On a sudden, her head whipped back, and she cried out skyward. Nancy thrust two fingers deep inside and she started to come, her spotlit features contorted with ecstasy. Her broad hips began to buck against her hand; she squeezed her eyes tightly. Good God, it wouldn't stop. 10 seconds, 20 seconds; the orgasm seemed endless. Nancy bit her lip and then gave one final yell.

She withdrew her gloved fingers, now sopping wet. Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes. The cheering began anew, and the audience rose in a standing ovation. Nancy took a moment to recover, the tingling that had engulfed her body slowly receding. She wobbled slightly and then smiled, looking down at the crowd, whose nearest members were a scant few feet away.

A full minute of thunderous appreciation elapsed. The applause showed no sign of abating, and Nancy decided to give them one final gift: herself.

Taking three steps back, she then took a flying leap off the stage. For an endless moment, she seemed fixed in the air, cape streaming back, legs split wide like a ballerina's, her used, swollen labia glistening with moisture...

...and then she landed on a soft bed of outstretched palms. Buoyed by the audience, Nancy felt their caressing, groping hands on every inch of her as she was passed from the stage to the center. She felt her excitement peak again as questing fingers slid over and into her.

It would be quite a long time before the audience was ready for another act.

The End

[bsanchez]

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[Naivul]

I did PM you but it does not show up in my sent items so I'm not certain it worked.