Reduced to me

"Lucky channel!"

That triple chinned fat fuck began to spout.

"Hiya, my little little lucky~" A wet lump of thick pink flab suddenly slit through the mouth flaps Akari couldn't dare to call lips, and slid from left to right, leaving behind streams of saliva that soon showered upon the woman's pulsing neck.

"I'm your host Brian Butcher and I'm here with my KAWAII assistant."

How the fuck did I get here? The woman had to wonder. Once she used to be an idol; a living deity that had sapped the income off basement dwellers, lolicons and crusty old pedos alike, just by singing and dancing on a stage three or four times a week for a living. The way those animals always clammed, bellowed and howled for her name as if they were her own livestock squealing for their pig feed. Hahhhhh...Akari couldn't help but give out a long mental sigh. Even when it costed her childhood to be stripped away from her, that always did feel like the most empowering feeling in the whole world, but soon enough though life just had to fuck her over and she'd soon find herself not only hosting a five minute long dead end show contained inside one of the most deadest sitcoms she had ever seen in her life, but the poor woman also had to put up with being forced to work with the most self-righteous assholes the workplace had to offer, who in fact gave none of the respect she deserved as the idol she was...and now-

"A-hem."

The woman had to hide her grimace before giving in. "And I am Brains wonderful assistant Akari Kagami, and I promise to give it all I got!"

"No, That's not right! You didn't say it right!"

...and now the once untouchable goddess is now being reduced to some sex toy to, most likely; one of her old stalkers.

"Whatever do you mean my dear little chum buddy?"

She was smiling. She was understanding. She was at her limit.

"Uggggh, you were supposed to insult me!" The ogre groaned. "I'm taking over the show, so you've got to call me mean names and lecture me just like what you used to do with that Minoru guy. Is that so hard!?"

It was no surprise that he knew about her breaking character if not her sanity during the run time of her old gig, but surely, he was kidding right? No matter how thick this guy's skin was, that amalgamation of human flesh was not ready for the real her.

"Why ever would I do that to you, Brain sempai? Akari Chan loves you, so don't you talk like that ok?"

'I had to fight that impulse he had invited. I needed his money.' The woman thought.

*Thwack!

An instant surge of fresh pain radiated the woman's cheek.

"It's time you stop being so selfish miss Kagami. It's my turn to be dominated and it's time you put more effort into this relationship!"

That son of a mother fucking-

Pick up.

She was wet. Her styled rosey hair was now comparable to that of a soaked dyed mop and with every pitter patter of splatter absorbed atop her head, dribble soon followed, trickling down her face and painstakingly tickling her once spotless skin. Her clothes on the other hand, sagged more miserably than the bazonking beanbags that bastard Brian probably called, his big boned nipples.

Pick up.

She was cold. The skin piercing stabs of the raindrops combined with the sharp gusts of the ever so necessary winter winds more or less impaled the woman's naked knees with a throbbing...pain? They were that cold she couldn't really tell anymore, and to really wrap the whole experience up- 'Aaachoo!' -a different kind of cold also wanted in on fucking up Akari's absolutely glamorous afternoon.