C3: Canon Cumdump Cocksuckers

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Standing on the sparsely decorated soundstage, Rise Kujikawa felt a sense of unease. “Risette” to her fans, and sometimes known as the “Scandalous Superstar Idol”, she had recently been on hiatus from her career as an idol to handle some strange happenings in her hometown of Inaba. Now, she was back to work… but her producer had arrived with some unwelcome news. Numbers were down. People weren’t interested. Her absence from the scene had put a dent in the progress of her career that no number of commercials for Quelorie Magic could fix.

“These numbers are bullshit!” cried the producer, shaking his fist and the sheaf of papers within. “Your new single isn’t getting any play, and even the ugliest and most boring members of Morning Musume are polling better. Risette, we have to take drastic measures!”

“Oh…” Rise replied, lamely. She looked disappointed. She had been told that there was work for her and invited to a remote studio, with instructions to “look her best”. As such, she was dressed up in a daring ensemble, featuring a pink faux school uniform skirt, a bare midriff, a white mini-blouse unbuttoned to show her black bra, and black thigh-high stockings. Her petite body was thin in the extreme, showing off extraordinary grace of movement, without an ounce of extra bodyfat anywhere - the idealized representation of a 16-year-old Japanese girl. Long brown hair completed the portrait of perfection.

“We’ve decided we need to change your image,” the producer continued. He was a scummy-looking Yakuza wannabe in a glittery shirt, but Rise was inclined to trust his counsel, since he managed an agency that handled dozens of girls like her. “We did a study of your fans, to see which ones were spending the most money. It turns out, it’s mostly males of a certain age.”

“Is that… good or bad?” Rise asked, hesitantly. She was desperate to be popular again, but didn’t know quite how to go about it.

“It depends how we use that information!” came the answer. “These guys spend shitloads of yen, and we can squeeze them for even more if we manage your public persona properly. Your popularity will go through the roof.”

Rise blinked, her expressive face looking a bit startled. “W-what did you say?”

“I said, manage your persona.”

“Oh. But I don’t really want to put on a fake face anymore. That’s why I left for Inaba in the first place-”

The producer slammed the papers onto the floor. “Look, you can cooperate with me and have a career, or you can be an immature baby about it, and go back to high school and be a nobody. I have 20 other girls who would love the opportunity.”

Rise clutched her hands to her chest, dismayed at the producer’s hurtful tone. “N-no, I want to, it’s just-”

“Good,” he interrupted her. “So here’s the plan. You’re going to give a special private show for all of your biggest fans. We have your biggest fan here in person, and dozens more that will be watching a live web broadcast. They’re all spending hundreds of thousands of yen for this chance.”

Rise blushed. “Really? They’re spending that much?”

The producer grinned. “You bet. Now, when the cameras roll, we’ll introduce your biggest fan, and you greet him warmly and give him lots of service, okay?”

Rise’s brow furrowed. “Wait, give him what?”

“3...2...1… and… we’re rolling!”

Well trained in the art of shit-eating grins and pandering to an audience, Rise snapped into idol mode instantly, striking a provocative pose that showed off her luxurious young body and mugging for the camera, blowing a kiss.

“Hello fans! It’s Risette, coming to you Studio Udon with a super-special program!” She winked, and one could almost imagine pink, animated hearts popping off of her face and toward the camera. “To show how much I appreciate all the support, we’ve produced the following segment! Stay tuned!” She blew another kiss, and the producer gestured to the side of the stage, where Risette’s “biggest fan” was stepping onto camera.

To call him a fat, otaku shut-in loser would have been generous. He was at least 100 pounds overweight and in his mid-20’s, with a pig nose, glasses, dirty sweat pants, and a T-shirt featuring Risette’s image that was covered in food and cum stains. His long hair was unkempt and his lips thick and livery. He had acne and beady eyes behind his thick spectacles. Risette could barely hide her disgust. This was her biggest fan?

“Risette, I have all of your figures, T-shirts, and songs!” he said, his voice sounding whiny and piggish. Rise could almost imagine a curly pig tail protruding from the back of the man’s filthy, navy-blue sweats. “I even had a special love doll and onahole made with the exact dimensions of your throat!”

Risette gawked. “W-what?” There was a second of awkward silence, and with effort, she snapped back into character. “O-oh! That’s wonderful!” she said, faking a smile and hugging her tiny teenage body against the guy’s side. She was immediately assaulted with the smell of fast-food grease, cum, and body odor. Her nose wrinkled and she tried to hide her discomfort. “I… I’ll show you and all the Risette fans my appreciation!”

She leaned in and kissed the guy on the cheek, expecting to get a lipful of nerd sweat for her trouble, but at the last minute, her ‘biggest fan’ turned and jammed his tongue into her mouth, licking around aggressively and forcing her into a lewd and lascivious kiss. His fat hands groped all over her body during the ten seconds in which he raped her mouth with his slick tongue, and when he finally pulled away, she nearly vomited. Meanwhile, he turned toward the camera.

“I can’t believe I get to do this with the real Risette!” he said, snorting with glee and laughing a nerdy otaku laugh. Using two hands, he forced the stunned Rise to a kneeling, leg’s splayed position, before dropping his sweatpants. “Since I knew I would be seeing Risette, I went totally commando!” he crowed. It was true. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the teenage idol of his dreams with thus confronted with his cock hanging right in her face.

Risette gasped and turned her face in disgust. The fan’s cock was ruddy brown, and his normal-length shaft lay beached on a massive pair of leathery, unevenly-haired testicles that were four or five times as big as a normal penis. He also had a very thick, gross foreskin that hung off the end of his cockhead, almost obscuring the whole thing. His balls were so huge - did he have some sort of disease?”

“What are you doing, Risette!?” cried the producer, when he saw the teenage girl gagging at the smelly loser dick. “Do you want to insult your biggest fan!?”

Risette’s mind whirled. She tried to snap back into idol mode in order to save her career. “Oh… h-how wonderful!” she said, pressing her cheek up against the greasy ballsack as if posing for a photo with it, making a peace sign at the camera. “This big and smelly virgin phimosis dick is just the kind Risette likes!” The fan’s balls were the size of grapefruits, and Risette extended her slender tongue hesitantly and took a big, long lick of one of the hairy nuts. Trying to avoid vomiting, she then turned to the camera and opened her mouth.

“D-delicious!” she warbled, her voice distorted by having her mouth open. “This fan’s ball filth and stray pubic hairs are top notch!” She swallowed. “This virgin hikikomori has had a huge load rotting in his balls since puberty!” Risette held up the loser’s heavy ballsack, one huge nut in each hand. “They’re so heavy! Only a true Risette fan would have such a big pair of balls! Risette fans are number one!”

Nearly weeping with shame but keeping a shit-eating smile on her face, Risette turned her attention to the foreskin-smothered tip of the man’s cock, sliding her long, pink tongue in between the head and the veiny, leathery hood. As the camera focused in, it was clear that the man’s foreskin was totally filled with dick cheese, and Risette pulled a huge lump of the smegma out with her tongue and pulled it into her mouth, chewing in exaggerated fashion and making twin peace signs at the camera again. “Wow!” she moaned, “Risette is so glad to have so much stinky dick cheese to eat! Virgins with phimosis really are the best! This dick smells so bad that Risette is turning into a retard!”

Quickly getting utterly lost in the depravity, Rise’s eyes rolled back in her head a little as she mashed the foreskin smothered tip of the leaking loser-cock into her little nose, inhaling as much cockstink as she could. Was it the influence of Shadow Rise? That part of her life was behind her, but she had realized that what Shadow Rise represented were really aspects of her own personality, much as she sometimes didn’t want to admit it. Something about being the object of affection for such a fat, worthless loser was… turning her on.

She opened her pretty little 16-year-old mouth and started sucking the otaku fat-ass’s smelly cock, her legs still splayed on the ground like a schoolgirl, her bottom lip bumping into his huge balls and her forehead bouncing against his hanging, hairy belly. The camera zoomed in and caught every detail of the pubes stuck in her teeth and her obscene vacuum blowjob face. She moaned as she felt cum bubbling into her mouth after a few moments. Her amber-colored eyes looked dazed, but lit up a little as the pasty, semi-liquid goo splattered onto her tongue.

“Mmm… this pre-cum is so much thicker than usual! Risette fans have the best dicks!” she chirped, her voice cheery and innocent, a stark contrast to the filth of her words. Sucking harder, she wrapped both hands around the fan’s huge nutsack in order to steady herself, massaging his balls, feeling the heavy, hot load bubbling in them. “Even though you’re a shut-in who will never pass on your genes, use Risette’s mouth as a personal onahole!” she encouraged him, returning to sucking with more urgency. Her tongue licked his balls as she gagged down on the foreskin-covered cock, feeling the thick veins and loose skin rubbing her mouth and throat.

Soon, the sweaty lard started shaking a little, gripping her head. As the camera went to extreme close up, he grabbed her hair, one clump in each fist, and there was an audible, low, visceral bubbling and spurting noise as his cum pumped into Rise’s mouth. It was too thick to really spurt out of the man’s cock - instead, it sludged out in a porridge-like mess, burying her tongue and puffing her cheeks with semen. After a minute of such thick, messy jizz being puked into her mouth, Risette pulled off of his cock, looking at the camera. Her cheeks were puffed out like those of a chipmunk, and a strand of yellow, gross cum was connecting the cock-tip with her lips. The teen idol opened her mouth to show that it was totally filled with lumpy, yellow, jelly-like cum. Filled to the brim! Her tongue couldn’t even be seen and the mess threatened to leak out over her lips!

Keeping a dull ahegao face, she chewed and chewed, making lewd, sloppy noises as she sloshed the cum around in her mouth for nearly a minute. Finally, and with an exaggerated gulp that swelled her slender neck, she swallowed… and then fishhooked her mouth and showed the camera it was empty.

“Thanks for filling 16-year-old Risette’s stomach with your smelly, yellow, jelly-like cum!” she chirped, twisting her cum-covered mouth into a smile and sounding disgustingly positive about the whole thing. “Risette’s fans have the best balls! That cum was so thick it totally made my stomach pregnant!”

She concluded the broadcast by making a pair of peace signs again, before giving the otaku loser’s fat ballsack a chaste kiss.

EPILOGUE

Rise’s underground video became a sensation throughout Japan. Though she never worked as a “real idol” again, she made 100x the money as a bukkake porn star, starring in such films as “100 Virgin Bukkake”, “Shut-In Loser Fuck-In” and “Feed Me Your Dick Cheese!”