Jazmin and Brielle waddled through the empty hallways to their next class hunched over due to the bra-connection wedgies Mikayla had put them in, moaning as they went. "Owie," whined Brielle, rubbing her jean-clad bubble butt, "I can't believe Mikayla is blackmailing us...Mikayla! She's basically a nerd!"
"I know," sighed Jazmin as she futilely wiggled her hips trying to shake the wedgie loose, succeeding only in making her butt jiggle wildly, "It's not the worst though, she's not going to spill our secret. If she does her fun is over, but I still don't want to risk it."
Brielle nodded, "Especially since you can't give wedgies publicly now without your mom freaking out, bubble butt."
"I know, princess," Jazmin frowned, "that's why we'll go along with her orders for now and when the opportunity comes we'll strike, delete the black mail and get our revenge on her!"
Both bullies high-fived and gave each other smug smirks, which turned to grimaces as they reached the door of their class and stood up straight to cover up the bra-connection wedgies, driving them deeper in the process. Each girl made the other's shirt was tuck into their pants, so they were sure no one could see their humiliating wedgies.
As Brielle and Jazmin entered the class the room went silent went as the two most feared girls of Grover High entered the class, standing tall with their shoulder back striding to their customary desks at the back of the class. In stark contrast to the confident face both were wearing Jazmin an Brielle were cringing with the pain of their wedgies and fear of exposure. They strode quickly across the room bubble butts wobbling behind them grinding their wedgies in with each bounce. Both girls froze when they heard a voice burst out in amusement:
"Hey look," cried out Bella, a dark haired cheerleader with a slender frame. Jazmin and Brielle winced and turned around. "Check out this picture Jazmin uploaded of her and Brielle hanging Sheriden off of the the field goal posts!" Bella turned her phone around showing the image of a blonde haired girl in the school soccer uniform with a round bottom hanging from her white panties, which were wrapped around the middle bar of the goal posts with Brielle and Jazmin on either side of her smiling with thumbs up next to her blushing face. The class erupted in laughter and cheers as Brielle and Jazmin feigned modesty waving away the cheers as they headed to their desks, using the laughter as cover to take their seats as the bra-connection wedgies reached their deepest point making each girl let out a pathetic squeal that was thankfully drowned out by the crowd.
Jazmin and Brielle sat bored stiff through the different pairs of girls geography presentations only squirming occasionally with discomfort. Jazmin began to nod off until she was jolted awake by the buzzing of her phone. Jazmin took her phone out, saw she had a message from Mikayla and groaned. Jazmin blushed as she read the message and tapped Brielle on the shoulder. "Hey, Bri," whispered Jazmin as Brielle turned towards her, "Bad news, Mikayla wants us to take pictures of our wedgies and send them to her." Brielle blushed upon hearing that, but her face quickly took a turn for the haughty. "Why don't we just wedgie her and get this over with it's so, so, so...I know, I know we have to bide our time," said Brielle with an exasperated sigh, "just make sure your flash is turned off." Jazmin rolled her eyes "No duh, princess." Brielle stuck her tongue out as Jazmin began lifting the back of Brielle's shirt up.
Jazmin giggle as she saw Brielle's bunched up white panties hooked through her bra with the word "Precious" still visible in rainbow writing, stretched taut against her pale back. Jazmin quickly snapped a pic and whispered "This is pretty funny, I should put you in these more often," Brielle wordlessly reached behind Jazmin and tugged on her already wedgied panties getting a gasp from Jazmin. "Alright, alright my bad." Jazmin tucked Brielle's shirt back in and handed her the phone. Brielle returned the favor taking an extra second to enjoy the sight of Jazmin's pink panties hooked to her match bra before taking the picture and pulling Jazmin's shirt down.
"Jazmin and Brielle," Called out the stern voice of Miss Steele, their very curvy brunette teacher, "Playing with your phones again, hm? Maybe you'd like to share with the class what's so interesting on those phone?" Jazmin and Brielle looked up shocked, mouths opening and closing stupidly as their worst fears flashed before their eyes. "You know what never mind," barked Miss Steele, "I don't need you two showing off some new wedgie you've given some poor los-student. Just sit still and behave please!" Both girls blushed and nodded, sighing with relief as they tried to stop shaking with fear.
A few moments later Brielle's phone buzzed and with a grunt of disdain Brielle saw it was from Mikayla. Brielle blinked in disbelief as she read the message and leaned over to whisper to Jazmin. "Bad news, bubble butt, more orders from Mikayla," Jazmin rolled her eyes and motioned for Brielle to continue, "she wants us to do some squats when we get up to present...we can face our butts away from the class I think she just wants us to look silly." "Obviously, princess." "Oh and she wants me to make a reference to my bubble butt and you to your big tushy. She says she'll know if we don't." The girls gave each other a resigned look and waited in dread until they were called up.
Jazmin and Brielle took their place in front of the class and Miss Steele told them to begin. "Before we start," said Jazmin, "Brielle and I need to stretch out, we've been sitting a bit too long." Steeling themselves as they looked at the sea of confused faces both Jazmin and Brielle dropped into a deep squat stick out their fat asses. Both of them bit their tongues, literally, and summoned all their will power not to cry out in pain as their wedgies reach their deepest points and were nearly unbearable. Both girls shot up and went down again. As they did Brielle noticed the seat of her jeans straining, as they weren't meant for this sort of use and began to panic. Jazmin was having a very similar problem with her too tight leggings. Both girls shot up quickly and launched into their presentation as they saw the amused faces of some of their classmates, who were at least to scared of them to laugh out right. A bit of laughter came when Brielle said "..and if I had to deal with everything involved in setting up the panama canal it would have been a pain in my bubble butt." And more still when Jazmin announced "Thanks for listening to our presentation, it was a real pain in my big tushy to write it." Both girls took their seats with blushes. As class ended they both received the same text from Mikayla: "Meet me in your personal bathroom, big butts, I wanna see you between periods."
Brielle and Jazmin approached the third floor washroom on the east side of the building with dread for the first time in their lives. Both girls didn't have to speak to know what the other was thinking. That this was ridiculous, this was their washroom that other girls feared. No one came here of their own choice they were either dragged or summoned by Jazmin and Brielle. Both girls took a deep breath and opened the door. Inside they were greeted by a very smug Mikayla who was tapping her toe and checking her watch. "Hurry up losers we only have 10 minutes between classes and a lot to do," ordered Mikayla.
"Watch it," growled Jazmin, Or else-" "Or else, what?" Countered Mikayla. "Or else we'll wedgie you to kingdom come and break your phone," snarked Brielle. "What would that accomplish," laughed Mikayla, "I've saved the video in multiple places, I'm not stupid." Brielle and Jazmin backed down immediately.
"Good girls, now I have two things for you to do and only one of them involves a wedgie, so why don't you decide between yourselves who's getting it." Jazmin and Brielle quickly flipped a coin. Brielle cheered as she won and Jazmin scowled. "That's a shame I was really hoping for some revenge on Brielle, oh well. Get in the stall, wide-load." Jazmin grumbled as she went into the middle stall and then gasp as she was pushed to her knees by Mikayla. Jazmin groaned in relief as her wedgie was undone, only to gasp in pain as her stretched undies were yanked back up her sore crack. "Take a deep breath, loser, we're going for ten flushes and you know what I want to hear after each one, don't you?" Jazmin nodded, "good, Brielle, you're on camera duty.
"T-ten, I deserve this for being a loser," cried Jazmin as her head was yanked out of the toilet, her black hair plastered to her red face as Brielle and Mikayla laughed at her. "That was awesome, now we are just about out of time, but one thing left," Mikayla held out a black g-string to Brielle, "put this on. While I can't spill your secrets I can make you something that doesn't seem humiliating to others, but I know would humiliate you."
Brielle stood in front of the bathroom mirror filming herself, with jazmin next to her, sticking out her nearly naked pale white booty. "Hey to all my followers, just wanted to remind you girls what a real bubble butt looks like," smarmed Brielle as she blew a kiss to the mirror and giving a little pout as Jazmin gleefully spanked her besties bubble butt, Brielle blushing as the camera caught every ripple before shaking it some more as Jazmin gave it a few small spanks. Mikayla watched an embarrassed Brielle upload it to her instagram "Okay you girls are free to go...for now, but don't forget your parting gifts."
Jazmin and Brielle left the washroom blushing in their new bottoms. Brielle was wearing pink booty shorts that barely covered her panties with "Juicy" on the back and Jazmin was wear yellow ones with "XXXL" on the back.
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