"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 snatched 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...
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 snatched 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...