Yep

Ann could barely hold her hands over her now broken suit top as her nerves got the better of her. She couldn’t possibly **** herself to strip topless for all these men in the room.

She turned her head toward her manager, whose hands were clasped together as he begged and prayed to Ann or whatever god would listen to him. She felt awful for him, but did she feel so bad she’d strip for him?

After some contemplation, Ann thought that nation wide fame would be worth a couple minutes of humiliation, saying to herself, “We’re all adults here, nothing to be embarrassed about, hehe…”

So, Ann slowly slid the tight pencil skirt down her bottom. It proved to be quite the challenge as Ann tugged on the lousy piece of fabric as hard as she could, but the waistline of the skirt was stuck onto Ann’s plump ass.

Her cheeks felt like they were being squeezed together, compacting onto each other as she pulled the skirt down. It was days like these that Ann dismayed having such bountiful assets.

Eventually, and quite suddenly, Ann mustered enough strength to pull the pesky skirt off of her. Unfortunately for her though, she felt a radiating stinging sensation all over her butt, as the constant struggle and tugging made her cheeks red and lightly bruised.

That didn’t stop the crew around her from staring at her derrière. They couldn’t keep their eyes off her cheeks so easily when they would jiggle with each step Ann took.

Ann kicked the skirt away from her and quickly, and painlessly, slipped the suit top off her body, leaving her in her underwear once more.

Her heart beat faster as she moved her hands up to her bra, reaching behind to unclasp the back. She looked around the room frantically, watching as the crew waiting with bated breath to see her topless. Her ever mounting humiliation grew as she grabbed the back of her bra, undoing the hook and eyes of her underwear.

It was slow, painful process, both for Ann and the men around her. Ann took her time, but once she felt her breasts bounce free from the cups of her bra, she just wanted it to end.

Like pulling a bandage off, Ann quickly undid the rest of the hook and eyes and let the underwear fall down her torso.

For a brief moment, the crew, Kashiwagi, and her manager all got to see Ann’s breasts in full view. Her chest was large, larger than average with a slight sag to them. They looked full and healthy, with little to no blemishes or scars. Like the rest of her skin, her breasts were pale with a smooth look to them. Her areola and nipples were a bright pink, perfectly circular and somewhat hard, much to the surprise to Ann herself. She had the perfect set of boobs any model would want, and ten’s of men were now staring at them.

Ann panicked and cupped her breasts in her hands, covering her hardened nipples from the crew’s view. She felt blood rushing into her cheeks as she stood helplessly topless, waiting for the assistant to come and help her.

Thankfully, but not quickly, Kashiwagi snapped his fingers, followed by one of his assistants finally walking up to Ann with her new outfit she would be posing with. Ann turned her back towards the assistant as she closed her eyes, pretending none of this was real.