Grace Kinstler

"Lets give a warm welcome and round of applause please ladies and gentlemen for America's Idol, Grace Kinstler".

Grace moved smoothly to the center of the stage in a figure hugging metallic dress and picked a microphone from the stand. "Thank you Wick", she said and smiled her trademark warm and endearing smile.

"Grace Kinstler. So good to see you. Don't you look wonderful!" he gushed stepping up to meet her. "Grace, I know you've been busy since winning Idol and we're grateful for you appearing on our show tonight."

"Its great to be here Wick".

"Now I know you've got a new single out and you're here to promote it."

"That's right. Its called", she began

"but that's not really why you're here Grace," he interrupted. "This show is", he turned back to the studio audience and was met with the chorus of "What's in my ass!!!!!"? and a smattering of applause and hoots.

"What?" she asked nervously.

"and while we're at it", Wick said, placing a hand on Grace's fully formed rear, "I need to tell you, you're breaking the law just now. You know you're not allowed to wear anything from the waist down". The host gave a conspiratorial grin to the camera.

"but, but... I'm on stage. Its live TV", she protested.

"Don't worry about that, we'll help you out. Won't we ladies and gentlemen".

Grace cast about her with her eyes wondering what was happening, then suddenly from behind her she felt her dress being hauled up. She tried to struggle, but it was too late. The fabric was already bunched up in Wick's fist past her waist and showing her panties to the audience. XXXXXL, Gold satin ones. Very nice too. And, also very illegal! Grace began to panic. "Please, wait. Can we stop and try this again."

"Sorry Grace! Its live TV remember? We need to see that ass! I reckon you've got about 5 seconds before someone here starts calling the cops and you're heading for the ass-jail though. Although Wick's smile was polished, Grace could tell that he meant it and could see members of the audience fiddling with their phones.

Grace hurriedly bent down and got her hands in the waist elastic of her panties then hauled them down her legs. It was awful. She buried her face in her hands as she kicked the panties away across the stage floor and turned to face away from the audience, shielding her vagina but giving them a perfect view of her ass. The crowd went wild, jumping from their seats, brandishing their cellphones now for the sole purpose of recording her incredible ass.

As she buried her face in her hands, Grace felt her dress being tugged once more and all of a sudden she wished she hadn't worn the strapless one. Wick had pulled it down at the front allowing her breasts to spill free. Automatically her hands went to her bust to cover this up and replace her breasts in her dress. However as she did this, it gave Wick a chance to examine her ass.

"Look at this Ladies & Gentlemen! She's not got a plug in. That means we get to play...", he waved his hands towards the audience once more as if conducting an orchestra.

"Whats! In! MY! ASS!" they screamed in delight.

"What, no. Oh no!" objected Grace, but she knew she was found out and would have to go along with it".

"Now Grace, why dont you bend forwards and grab your ankles and we'll see if you can guess whats in your ass!" said Wick smoothly

"Oh no, please!" said Grace but defeated, did as she was told. She had no alternative. Remaining facing away from the audience, she bent at 90 degrees at her waist and grabbed the bottom of her legs.

Wick milked the drama for the audience, and ran his hand all over the large white surface of her ass before tracing shrinking circles towards her asshole in the middle. "Looks like we got a lot of room for something special here tonight Grace. I wonder what we've got lined up for you."

While Wick talked and groped her ass sending the cheeks sliding around in all directions, one of his assistants, a Taylor Swift lookalike in a red latex top (and a pussy that was so well waxed it appeared to have been polished), ran on and slipped a blindfold round Grace's head.

"Ok, lights down here we go. Ready Grace?"

"Uh no. please, what! Ow!!!" she squealed as something pushed hard at her sphincter. "Hey! Stop please".

"Just a minute. We're almost done".

"Stop. That's too big. You cant!" she squealed as her asshole was stretched and the mystery object began to be inserted.

"Almost there!"Wick repeated.

"Ooooo!" the audience gasped as they watched the scene unfold and Grace's new companion for the next 24 hours being introduced to her asshole

"Just another moment"...

"Ow, stop. take it out, please!"

"There! That's it in. What a good sport you are Grace,", said Wick facing the audience before slapping the young singer's ass firmly with his palm. At that, his assistant darted out with a smaller item. "And here's the plug Grace. There, thats us done. So are you ready to play?"

Grace straightened up awkwardly feeling the large item in her intestines restricting her movement. "Wh... what?" her eyes were red. She turned to face the audience and her hands went back to holding her ass where Wick had slapped it.

Wick pulled her blindfold off and she could see the baying audience and realized they were staring at her smooth vagina. Mortified, she turned to Wick in confusion.

"So Grace. This is your big chance. So tell me. What do you think is in your ass?"