Yuki was having the time of her life. For years, she'd been dreaming of attending a concert featuring her favorite band, Death Zone Dumpster, and finally the day had come. They were the final act at a festival, and the five hours she'd driven to attend had been well worth it. DZD was barely through their third song, and this was already the most fun she could ever remember having.

The only thing that could have made it better would have been if she'd arrived early enough to get a spot closer to the stage. The frontwoman of the band, Candi Dee, had been a crush of hers since she was in high school, and she'd always felt she could die happy if she could touch the glorious body of the lead guitarist and singer just once in her life. Candi had the most luscious thighs and magnificent butt, so thick yet perfectly shaped... She wasn't fat by any stretch, but her sizeable bust and bottom gave her a stunning hourglass figure. The poster the that came with the previous album--which featured Candi with her back to the crowd, had gotten Yuki through some very lonely nights.

"Okay, Cleveland!" cried Candi. "How are you feeling tonight?"

The crowd erupted in excitement, but none more than Yuki. The eager young fan's eyes opened wide as she watched Candi subtly pull the cord from her guitar. Anyone who knew anything about Candi and DZD knew that stage diving and crowd surfing were practically a tradition, and if she was untethering herself from the amp, that could only mean one thing.

Sure enough, Candi turned her back and, with a graceful bounce, launched herself from the stage. She came down upon a cluster of screaming girls in the front row and, after dip and rebound, rode the clutching hands of the crowd deeper into the audience.

Yuki's heart skipped a beat as she realized the sea of adoring fans were sending the divine diva directly toward her. She watched in agonized anticipation as Candi's body bobbed and drifted across the forest of clutching hands. Yuki muscled herself through the crowd, working toward Candi. She may have been a skinny, petite college girl, but if this was her one chance to lay her hands on the plump perfection of her idol, there wasn't a force on earth that would stand in her way.

By the time she'd shouldered past a dozen other girls, Yuki could smell the trademark "Cotton Candi" perfume the musician never performed without. She looked up and saw the stocking-clad legs drift over her, like celestial body eclipsing the lights of the arena. She reached up and lent a hand, grazing her fingers across Candi's soft, smooth flesh. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she shut her eyes and focused on the glorious sensation, trying to etch the feeling into her mind.

The crowd continued to send Candi her way, passing a few more inches of her thighs over Yuki's fingers. She drank in the feeling of the curve that rounded and filled out, the butt that haunted her dreams since she was a freshman. When she finally opened her eyes again, deciding that she needed a visual to go along with the tantalizing sensations, she realized something that made her heart skip a few dozen more beats.

Candi wasn't wearing any underwear.

Beneath her schoolgirl skirt was nothing but a proud, impeccably primped tuft of pubes, a delicate set of netherlips, and the full magnificence of her bare bottom. Yuki's body moved of its own accord. She reached up and grabbed two healthy handfuls of the juicy buttocks. They were so perky, so soft and so perfectly formed. Yuki was lost in the bliss of their touch... so much so that she didn't notice that the crowd hadn’t quite filled in behind her to take their share of Candi's weight.

As the crowd ahead continued to hand Candi back, and the crowd behind failed to pitch in, Yuki felt more and more of her musical idol's weight press down on her. She didn't care. All it meant was that the plump flesh bulged between her fingers and let her feel the warmth of her idol's body. She wriggled her fingers, reveling in moment.

This, it turned out, was ill-advised. Candi was a high-energy performer, and thus she'd worked up a bit of a sweat, leaving the bodacious curves of her butt a bit slick. The wriggling fingers caused her grip to falter a bit. One of Yuki's hands slid just a bit too close to Candi's crack and, to Yuki's mixed delight and mortification, her thumb popped into Candi's pucker.

As one might imagine, this made an impression on Candi. She sat bolt upright, lifting her body suddenly from the hands of the crowd... All but Yuki. For a fraction of a second, Yuki was holding her idol over her head. Then her other hand slipped and the night became even more memorable.

The next few seconds seemed like hours. Yuki felt the silken skin glide across her palms, each hand skipping further into Candi's crack. They disappeared between, and she felt a sultry heat and comfy snugness begin to claim her hands. Candi gasped and began to descend, her cheeks spreading smoothly as inch after inch of Yuki's arms slurped inside.

Yuki barely had the presence of mind to take a deep breath before she felt the smooth, slick skin of Candi's ass press against her face. For a half second, the rockstar came to a stop, but gravity would not be denied. Yuki's world went dark and with a wet *SHLUP* the rocking band's music drifted into the muffled background. In its place was the moist slither of flesh against her ears and the drumming intensity of Candi's heartbeat.

The feeling was indescribable. A tight, pulsing embrace that slid with sinful sensuality across Yuki's arms and head. She felt the tightness of Candi's insides through her shirt as the idol continued down her body. When Candi had accidentally devoured Yuki down to her waist, the girl felt the flesh around her begin to bend her over, curling her upper body even while the plush cheeks clenched their way down her legs.

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Candi bit her lip as she slid toward the ground, fighting aside the intensely pleasurable pressure she could feel within her. This wasn't the first time an audience member's finger had gone somewhere it shouldn't, and it wasn't the first time the crowd had dropped her, but it was definitely the first time it had felt this powerful, and this good. A rock show was the sort of thing that required a girl's full attention, though. Her inner showman rallied and she pushed the odd, squirmy pleasure coursing through her to the back of her mind and focused on getting up and getting back to the stage.

The audience helped with the first part, reaching down to haul her to her feet just a moment before she would have bottomed out. They also obligingly spread before her, opening the path back to the stage. Walking was more difficult than she expected. Aside from the pleasant wriggling sensation practically buckling her knees, she felt strangely heavy. Whoever had gotten careless with his or her fingers must have been a bit rough, too, because it felt like there was still something going on back there.

She ignored that too, and set about climbing back onto the stage. This, for the first time, gave her a glimpse of the big screen, which was focused on the stage in general and her in particular. Right now, it had an excellent view of her behind, as she was scrambling to climb up. What she saw finally allowed the pieces to click together in her head. There was a squirming pair of sneakers wiggling from beneath the hem of her skirt.

Candi did the math in her head, and looked down at her squirming midsection, but the crowd chose that moment to offer up their last bit of help. They gave Candi a boost, inadvertently pushing at the pair of sneakers in the process. A moist pop and a light gasp of both predator and prey signaled Yuki's feet slipping entirely inside.

The rockstar crawled back on stage and stumbled to her feet. The lean figure of her 'guest' was faintly visible squirming in her belly. A roadie handed her the guitar cord, evidently unconcerned by this unplanned addition to the performance.

"Are you okay in there?" Candi whispered to her own gut.

"Mmmmhmmm!" squealed the muffled voice from within.

She couldn't quite make out the words, but the enthusiasm was more than evident.

"Well, get comfy," Candi said, plugging her guitar back in. "Because we've got a dozen more songs."

She gave the bulge a slap, causing a renewed squirming and a wave of pleasure through Candi's body.

"Mmmhmmhmm," she chuckled, blushing a bit. "This is gonna be a hell of a show!"