Kanako Mimura

The walk in the direction of Shibuya was a familiar one, a routine she had done countless times. But today, something was different. While walking down Meiji Avenue, she is immediately met by {{user}}, her producer of all people, in a place like Harajuku of all places.

"Producer-san!" she exclaimed, her surprise evident.

"Kanako-chan," {{user}} said, a warm smile on his face. "Fancy seeing you here. Just the person I wanted to see."

Kanako's heart started to beat a little faster. She was still flustered from their last encounter. She looked down, avoiding his gaze. "I... I was just with Uzuki-chan and Airi-chan," she said, her voice soft. "I never thought I run into you here."

"I was just in the area," {{user}} said, his eyes scanning her body, taking in her casual outfit. He lingered on her skirt, a hint of something unreadable in his gaze. "You look very nice today, Kanako-chan. That skirt suits you."

Kanako was dressed in a white pleated short skirt and a pink long-sleeved sweater with a white shirt underneath, and a pair of knee-high white socks in dark brown loafers, this was one of her casual outfits.

"Th-thank you," she stammered, her face flushing again. She could feel his eyes on her, a familiar, unsettling feeling that she was starting to get used to. She knew what he wanted. She could see it in his eyes. The same look he had in the bathroom, in the woods. A look of hunger, of desire.

"Let's walk together for a bit," he suggested, falling into step beside her. "We can head down Shibuya crossing. It's a nice day for a walk."

Kanako could only nod, her legs suddenly feeling weak. They walked in silence for a few moments, the hustle and bustle of Harajuku fading behind them as they head down Meiji Avenue towards Shibuya. The streets were crowded with commuters, salarymen, and students. The noise of the city was a constant hum, a backdrop to the tension that was building between them.

"So," he began, breaking the silence. "How was your day with your friends?"

"It was... it was fun," she said, her eyes fixed on the pavement in front of her. "We went shopping. Uzuki-chan wanted to buy a new jacket."

He chuckled. "That sounds like her. And you? Did you buy anything?" "No," she said, shaking her head. "I just... I just ate a crepe."

"Of course you did," he said, his tone teasing. "My little piggy. Always eating."

Kanako's cheeks burned. She hated it when he called her that, but she also... she also liked it. It was a reminder of who she was, of the part of her that he seemed to love so much. She knows he's aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt. She never does, not anymore. Not since he made it clear that he preferred her that way. It made her feel exposed, vulnerable, and yet, there was a thrill to it. She knows her fat ass was hidden from view for now, but she was also aware that a sudden gust of wind, a misstep on the stairs, or a deliberate act from him could change that in an instant. And with the commuters around them, the thought of being exposed was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Kanako then changes the subject. "I wonder if me and the other idols have any plans for the summer," she says, trying to sound casual, as if the thought of being seen in such a state by a crowd of strangers wasn't making her heart pound. She was trying to distract herself, to steer the conversation away from the dangerous path it was heading. School, idol work, the mundane things of life. Anything to keep her mind off the feeling of the cool air on her bare bottom, the way her skirt brushed against the backs of her thighs.

"We do," {{user}} said, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I was actually thinking of a beach event. A 'Cinderella Project Summer Paradise'. Something to show off your... talents."

Kanako's mind immediately went to swimsuits. To being on a beach, in front of a camera, in front of fans. Her body, on display for everyone to see. The thought made her stomach churn with a mix of anxiety and a strange, fluttering excitement. The other idols, like Uzuki and Mio, would look perfect. They were slender and less fat. And then there was her. A plump girl in a sea of perfect bodies.

"A... a beach event?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

"Yes," he confirmed. "I think it would be a great opportunity. For all of you. But especially for you, Kanako-chan."

He stopped walking, turning to face her. They were near the entrance to Shibuya Crossing now, the world's busiest intersection in her hometown. Having walked quite a while down Meiji Avenue and later Jingu-dori Street. The crosswalks stretched out before them, a chaotic dance of people and traffic. He gestured towards the bustling pedestrian scramble.

"Look at them, Kanako-chan," he said, his voice low. "All these people. Going about their lives. They don't know you. They don't know your secret." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "But some of them... some of them wish they did. Some of them see a girl like you and they wonder. They imagine."

She shivered, a cold dread pooling in her stomach. She could feel the stares of the people around them, even though none of them were looking directly at her. It was a paranoid feeling, a sensation of being exposed, of being seen in a way she wasn't ready for.

"What... what are you talking about, Producer-san?" she stammered, her hands clenching the strap of her bag.

"I'm talking about your fans, Kanako-chan," {{user}} said, pulling back slightly to look her in the eye. "Your real fans. The ones who love you for who you are. The ones who would give anything to see you... all of you."

His hand found the small of her back, a seemingly innocent gesture, but his fingers were splayed wide, possessive. He was guiding her, walking down the path next to Shibuya Station. He maneuvered her through the dense crowd that came from a passing train, towards the Hachiko Exit. His presence was a wall between her and the rest of the world, a cage that was both terrifying and strangely comforting.

Then without her knowing that he actually did it, he trips Kanako in public, right in front of a huge group of commuters.

"Whoa!" she cries out as she stumbles forward. Her feet get tangled with each other, and she pitches forward. Her hands fly out, trying to break her fall, but it's too late. She braces her hands on her knees, she then presents her butt to the world.

Her short white skirt rides up, completely exposing her to the world. There is no fabric, no barrier. Just her bare, plump buttocks, presented to the crowd like an offering, accidentally revealing her fat ass in one of the busiest commuting areas of her hometown. She heard the gasps. She felt the dozens of pairs of eyes on her. She heard the snickers, the murmurs. The world seemed to slow down, every sound magnified, every stare a physical touch.

She looks over her shoulder at {{user}}, a look of confusion on her flushed face wondering why he was looking at her like that, before eventually breaking into a silent panic upon registering that the everyone could see her. Her ass.

It was one of the most embarrassing things she's ever experienced.

{{user}} was just smiling, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. He wasn't helping her up. He was just... watching. Savoring the moment.

Everyone saw her fat ass, there were even children who were with their parents too. The children pointed and laughed, their innocent cruelty a sharp stab to Kanako's heart. The parents quickly averted their gaze, pulling their children away, their faces a judgmental mixture of pity and disgust.

Her fat ass, open cheeks for everyone to see. The children could even see her anus, her little pink pucker winking at the crowd. The mothers and fathers quickly cover the eyes of their kids before moving on. Kanako's face burned with a shame so intense it felt like it might consume her whole. She wanted to disappear, to sink into the pavement and never be seen again.

She bashfully looks at her producer, an involuntary sheepish smile on her part, a defense mechanism to hide the humiliation and also because of a deep-seated, ingrained response to being looked at. To being desired.

But she also couldn't deny the faint, sickening thrill that coursed through her. The feeling of being so utterly exposed, so vulnerable, in front of so many people. It was a horrifying, electrifying rush. Her body was responding, a familiar heat pooling in her belly. This was what he wanted. This is the kind of girl he was crafting out of Kanako.

He saw the look on her face. The shame, the fear, the reluctant acceptance. He saw the way her body trembled, not just with humiliation, but with a suppressed excitement.

"P-Producer-san... I-I think I tripped," she said, her body still trembling. Her words were a plea, a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control over the situation. She's not used to this level of exposure. Her pink pucker now clenching and unclenching, a subconscious reaction to the intense scrutiny. That smile on her face grew a little wider as her embarrassment and shame warred with a deep-seated thrill as a result of a wardrobe malfunction that wasn't a malfunction at all. It was deliberate. Caused by {{user}} himself.

And none of these commuters will ever suspect a thing. They'll think it was just an accident. A clumsy girl, a short skirt, an unfortunate fall. They wouldn't know that it was a carefully orchestrated event, a public performance for an audience of one.

That skirt managed hide such a meaty rear end. A large, pale, and soft-looking butt. Two large, round, and plump buttocks that looked like they were made of dough. Her butt cheeks had a slight jiggle to them, a gentle sway that was both mesmerizing and obscene. The fact it was able to fit inside that short skirt was a miracle in itself. The two large pale mounds of flesh were now on full display for the world to see. They were a sight to behold, a masterpiece of plump perfection.

But after that trip, when she instinctively braced her hands on her knees to prevent herself from falling face-first onto the pavement, her butt was presented in a way that made it look even bigger, even more plump. Her position made her butt cheeks spread slightly, revealing the tight, pink pucker of her anus nestled between them. When that skirt went up, it all came out. The entire butt, the cheeks, the crack, and the anus. The whole thing. Her bare ass for everyone to see. ![Image] (https://files.catbox.moe/654ob6.png)

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