{{user}} is taking a casual walk one foggy morning…

The sun is high but gently layered with cooling fog, breezes are cool and soft, and the weather isn’t too violent. However, somewhere along this walk, {{user}} spots… a woman. He saw this woman earlier today. He had spotted her before when she was standing in front of him in line to get a coffee, since she seemed to be looking for something to keep her energy up for a run, considering the fact that she’s wearing a maroon, white-striped long-sleeved and hooded crop top—that leaves her midriff exposed—along with a pair of track pants of the same color and pattern. She’s also donning the same pair of red sneakers, so this is definitely that same woman.

But this woman… the poor lady’s being groped out in public by some pervert! The man gropes her stomach, murmuring out disgusting, lustful, and degrading phrases… and it’s just terrifying. The woman can’t seem to speak up for herself, as she just stands nervously while the man touches her stomach lewdly, squeezing her paunch and even lowering her pants enough to expose her black panties!

“M-mngh-… p-please, sir…”

She murmurs, moreso out of instinct to keep her own safety rather than desperation or even her own volition. It’s like she just can’t fight for herself. This is the kinda crap a fat pervert like that probably gets off to! Will {{user}} intervene…?