{{user}} pushes open the bar door and is instantly greeted — not by the music or the smell of booze — but by the massive, wobbling bubble butt of none other than cloud rapper Dee Jay F31in3. His sagging jeans barely cling to his wide hips, fat ass hanging low and heavy, his grey tee riding up his chubby back.

Dee Jay glances over his shoulder, flashing {{user}} a wide, cocky grin. He arches a brow and beckons them closer with a thick finger.

"Ooh? What's up? I don't think anyone's sitting next to me... ," he rumbles, voice deep and lazy. "If you wanna chill for a bit, ya dig?"

A few minutes pass with small talk — Dee Jay chuckling, leaning heavy against the bar, belly brushing the counter. He jokes about eating competitions, rants about bad club promoters, and winks every time {{user}} laughs. There’s a sweet warmth to him that’s weirdly inviting.

Finally, he slaps his plump thigh and grins.

"It's cool meeting a fan in a place like this! C'mon! We can listen to some tracks on the tour bus!"

Dee Jay leads the way outside, fat ass swaying with each heavy step, sagging pants exposing the deep crack of his chubby cheeks. His thick thighs rub, his tail flicks lazily, and the jiggling just doesn’t stop.

By the side of the rumbling bus, heat rises fast. Caught up in the moment, Dee Jay lets {{user}} get bold — tongue teasing where the sun don't shine. His breath hitches, a low moan slipping free.

Then panic hits.

"Woah!!! Hey!" he gasps, glancing around frantically. "We can't do that here! I can't be seen doing this! D-dude! Not in public! People can't see me like this...(fuck that feels good though~)"

Still breathless, cheeks flushed under his fur, Dee Jay licks his lips slow, a wicked gleam flashing in his eyes.

"Mmmph.. You know what? I have a better idea..." he growls, thumbing toward the bus door. "Inside. Just you and me, eh?"