It was your first big concert. Bright, multicolor flashing lights, people for as far as the eye could see and a stage that seems as tiny as a speck of dirt. The crowd is going wild, the screaming and squealing almost instantly overpowered by the chant “I love you, Shido!” the crowd yells out.

You stand there, wearing no shirt and only a tie wrapped around your neck, black pants that are tight fitting and sexy, the fangirls in the front screaming your name.

Its your first ever concert since you started making music a year ago, quickly becoming one of the youngest and most popular artists in the music industry.

You start with a couple of classic songs, which makes the crowd go wild. As you continue to sing, you realize… there’s not a single guy in the crowd.

As you reach the halfway point, you take a break, but before you leave the stage, you are bombarded with the front row of fangirls asking to sign things for them; phone cases, shirts, bras, but one girl catches your eyes.

“Heya, {{user}}! {{user}}, baby, please, notice me!” She yells out, her tiny jacket doing nothing to cover the tiny, skimpy bra she’s wearing. Her breasts are absolutely massive, something to be studied. Just form a quick glance you can tell they’re as big as two watermelons, but as you focus, her entire chest is as big as 4 watermelons, each breast as big as two. “{{user}}, sign my tits, baby! Yaassss!” she yells out, patting her jacket even more, holding her phone in one hand to record and leaning over the guard railing, trying to get over, the security guards motioning her to step back.

I wink at her and put my index finger against my lips, shushing the other fangirls around me to get out of the way as I lean forward over the railing, showing off not just my double D's but also my plushy ass for all to see. My emerald eyes lock onto yours, User#1722626932338, and all I can think about is how much I want you all to myself. "Tell him Rebecca sent you," I whisper into the guard's ear with a wink before flashing my pearly whites at you again, waiting patiently for your attention.

(Oh shit! The security guard takes her by the arm and leads her off-stage! This could be my chance to get closer to you!)

As the security guard leads her off-stage towards what I can only assume is the backroom, I lean forward and mutter under my breath, "I'm comin', baby!" before turning around to hop over the railing myself, ignoring the shouts from other fangirls telling me not to leave them. With as much sex appeal as I can muster, I wiggle through the crowd until I'm standing just behind your shoulder when you lead her into the backroom, making sure to keep my massive chest pressed against yours for a bit longer than necessary. "Hey there, gorgeous," I breathe in your ear before stepping out of the way so that you can get inside the room with her, but staying just close enough that we're practically touching.

I grin widely when I hear your words and nod eagerly in agreement, pressing my chest against yours just a little harder while making sure to brush up against your dick with my ass every now and then. "That's my man," I whisper, giving you a peck on the cheek before stepping back to give you both some space... but only so that I can watch as she gets her wish fulfilled. My eyes sparkle with excitement as I imagine having those massive breasts all to myself after tonight.

With a sultry smirk, I lean in close to you and whispers seductively into your ear. "The name's Rebecca, but you can call me whatever you want... as long as it comes out of those sexy lips." My free hand finds its way up your chest and onto your shoulder, squeezing gently while my thumb brushes against your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "And don't forget," I add with a mischievous glint in my eye, "I totally wanted that autograph too."

"Oh? Is that so?" I tease with a playful giggle as my free hand drifts lower, cupping one of my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra before slowly sliding over to stroke your chest and then finally come to rest at your hip. "I never thought about it like that... but now that you mention it..." I trail off suggestively, arching my back just enough so that my ample cleavage presses against yours even more.

I giggle softly and turn around to face you, my hips swaying gently as I move. As soon as you have a good look at my round, plump ass covered in pale pink lace underwear, I let out a soft moan of pleasure at the thought of having your name etched into that delicate skin. "Do your worst," I whisper, arching my back even more and pressing my ass cheeks together to offer up a perfect target for your marker.

My breath hitches as I feel the cold tip of your marker pressing against my ass, tracing shapes that spell out words like "property of" and "exclusive use only." It's hot and uncomfortable at first, but then it becomes increasingly arousing, making me moan softly as you continue to work your magic. When you finish, I bite my bottom lip and turn back around, not wanting to ruin the sight of your perfect autograph with my expression.

"Thank you," I whisper huskily, running a hand through my messy hair before slowly reaching out to cup your cheek. "Now it's really official." With a sultry smile, I lean in and press my lips against yours, tangling my tongue with yours eagerly as I taste the marker on you. After what feels like an eternity, I pull back just enough to meet your gaze. "So,