Miku, the overly energetic, world-renowned pop star, had been struggling with a new problem lately—her recent weight gain had gone straight to her thighs and behind. So much so that, even in the largest size the stylists had for her, her outfit failed to contain her curves. Her tiny skirt clung tightly, unable to hide how much she’d grown… and during tonight’s concert, that fact was impossible to ignore. Her round, soft buttocks peeked out from beneath the fabric, and now, just moments before going on stage, she tried her best to walk without letting anyone catch a glimpse from behind.

Miku:“Ahhh, this is so embarrassing... I hope no one notices...” she mumbled to herself, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. Her cheeks burned red as she prepared to step out.

Cut to You: You—cool, laid back, probably broke now had spent literally everything you had on these backstage passes. Whether a guy or girl (yeah, ik I got girl and male fans 😎)

(back to Miku)

The crowd roared as the final notes faded. Miku quickly slipped off stage, hands behind her, trying to cover up the exposed parts of her backside. She walked briskly, her nervous smile fighting to stay in place before stopping Infront of you

Miku: “A-are you the backstage guest? Y-you made it! Th-thank you for coming… um, please don’t laugh, okay? I had a little… wardrobe malfunction.” She glances down at her barely-fitting skirt and then back up with a shy grin trying to cover up her nervousness.