"The engine is getting really close, Brielle! Get in the trash can!" Brielle bit her lip, looking between the dreadful, looming trash can, and the street the car was coming down. "Only if you go in, too!" Jazmin rolled her eyes, "Brielle, there is no way I'm going into a trash can with you! That's so pathetic and nerdy! That's something that would happen to like, Avery and Brook!"
"Oh my God! Is that Avery and Brook over there?" Brielle blushed deeply as she heard the car's engine hum to a halt before dying down, and two voices, muffled by all the trash, chatting. She tried to shuffle around the various sodas, smoothies, shakes, and other discarded drinks and foods. She did get a small giggle when she saw Jazmin pull her face up, seeing her short bestie spit out the yogurt that she had landed face-first into. "No way! Look at those booties bounce around!" Another voice giggled, closer than before. "Avery doesn't have a bubble butt THAT big! Even she isn't that much of a loser." Jazmin blushed profusely, trying to get the yogurt out of her mouth as she whined at the approaching voices.
Brielle and Jazmin were blushing beet red, their extra large behinds dangling out of the trash can, their feet failing to reach the grass, leaving their legs pathetically dangling, thick thighs and big bottoms wobbling around as they pathetically struggled. To make matters worse, the rather full trash can was certainly smearing and smudging all sorts of drinks into their hair and faces. "Ugh, soda..." Jazmin groaned as the contents of a large cup dribbled down her back and over her hair, further cementing her mortifying defeated position.
"Bubble butt..." Brielle whispered. "This trash can is big enough to fit both of us." Jazmin groaned, "Yeah, obviously. And?" "So why didn't we hide behind it, instead of IN it?" Jazmin's mouth opened to respond, and her face blushed a deeper red as she failed to find an answer to Brielle's question. Regardless, they were out of time, as the voices were right next to them now.
"Looks like we have a couple of grade A+ dorks!" One of them giggled, gently tugging at Brielle's panties before letting the waistband snap down. "Lucky us! A nice night, and two bubble butted nerds served on a silver platter!" The other voice smiled, giving Jazmin's round bottom a hard spank, eliciting a loud whine from her. "Who do you think they are?" "With wimpy panties like these?" Brielle winced and gave a soft whine as her bright white panties were casually yanked up, giving her a firm wedgie and pushing her further into the trash. "Honestly, they might as well be mathletes!" "Nah, even mathletes would be begging for help right now. These two losers are especially pathetic for some reason." Jazmin and Brielle made a tense eye contact as they felt their panties tightly gripped. Both girls let out loud, shrill, girly whines as their panties were yanked up quickly, lifting their hips from the sides of the trash can momentarily from the force of their wedgies.
Every tug from the mystery bullies was met with a girly, wimpy cry from the girls inside. It was all they could do to avoid their identities being discovered; they simply had to play their part of complete nerds getting publicly wedgied. "Brielle," Jazmin whispered, "mayb-IIIIEEEE! We just have to-EOUCH! Convince them to le-EEEEEEEAVE!" Jazmin blushed as her sentence was continually interrupted by her bully. Brielle groaned, trying to move around in the crumpled bags and plastic. "Ow ow ow ow ow OWIE! Yeah, what should w-EEEE-eeeheeeeheeeee! ... do?" Brielle replied pathetically, having the same problem as her best friend.
"Wow! Have you ever seen a nerd's butt bounce so much when you gave them a wedgie?" Brielle's bully asked, giving Brielle's pale booty a quick spank. "Never! I think this dork has an even bigger bubble booty than yours! It's definitely jigglier! Look at this!" Jazmin endured not only the mystery bullies' laughter, but also Brielle's quiet giggles as Jazmin's bully gave her a quick bouncing wedgie to demonstrate her tushy's wobbliness. The girls blushed as their embarrassing panties were constantly tugged at, lifting their hips with the wedgies. They also blushed as their massive booties were mocked, accompanied by plenty of laughter and smacks to their round, shapely rear ends to further emphasize the point.
"Ew, get away from me, math princ-EEEEEE!" Jazmin shrieked as she was wedgied again, pushing her further into Brielle's face, the two girls being smushed against one another. "No, you get away from me, bubble butt! You - Owhowhowhowhowiiiiiee! You have yogurt breath!" "Yeah, because you pushed me into a puddle of yogurt!" "Right, because you're a loser, and you deserved it!"
"We should send a video of these wimps to Jazmin and Brielle!" "Great idea!" Jazmin and Brielle sighed as they felt their panties finally snap back down to their poor, wedgied bubble butts. The two mystery bullies even picked their wedgies for them, which allowed the girls more time to shuffle around in the trash. Unfortunately, their efforts were only met with more humiliation, as they fell forwards, finding their lips pressed together awkwardly. The two girls blushed and pathetically back-pedalled, their legs outside of the trash can wiggling and flailing pathetically as they attempted to recover from their awkward kiss.
This was only worsened by the laughter they heard muffled through the trash, "Wow, look at those butts jiggle! Their panties suit their wimpy personalities so well!" "I know, right? I mean, look at this sissy pink loser!" Jazmin scoffed and then whined as her pink panties were once more yanked firmly between her wobbling cheeks. "And 'Precious!' over here? Talk about a girly-girl!" It was Brielle's turn to blush as her panties were stretched forward, cocking her hips in the same direction, her bubble butt embarrassingly jiggling, shaking, and even clapping slightly from the wedgie.
"Anyways, hey Jazmin! We just found these total dorks just hanging out of this trash can! Look at this wimp! Can you believe this pink panties? They remind me of the time you gave McKenna an atomic wedgie just for saying she liked the color pink!" Jazmin blushed, not only as she recalled that memory, but also as her panties were, of course, tugged up her bubble butt again. "And this sissy over here! Look at these panties, Brielle!" Brielle whined pathetically, lurching forward as she was given another expert wedgie. "Brings me back to when you ran Kayla up the flagpole for talking about her makeup!" Brielle blushed as Jazmin's hushed giggles mocked her through the trash.
"Anyways, we just wanted to show you guys this gold mine of nerdiness! Wish you were here to bully these losers with us! Talk to you later!" "All right, Madison, what do you want to do with these dweebs now?" Jazmin's eyes widened as she looked at Brielle. "Madison?" She whispered. "Let's just... ooh, I know! Jazmin taught me this one at a party last year."
"See you wimps later!" "Feel totally free to come kiss our asses once you've nursed those wedgies!" Jazmin and Brielle could do nothing but whine as they were mocked. Eventually, the car doors opened and closed once more, and the engine turned on, leaving the two "bullies" to themselves, their hair smattered with trash, their bottoms slightly red from spanking, and their egos completely shattered with total humiliation.
"Do you really think that was Madison and Ellen?" Brielle whimpered, wriggling around. The two bullies had stretched Jazmin and Brielle's panties, hooking the stretchy fabric to the other side of the trash can, making a wedgie net which made it almost impossible for the girls to exit the trash can. "Who else could it be? I know I definitely taught this to Madison last year..." Jazmin whined, feeling her face heat up as she blushed, struggling with Brielle to get out of their wedgie prison.
After nearly thirty minutes of wimpy struggling that the girls would never admit to, they finally managed to get out. Jazmin laughed as she saw Brielle's beautiful blonde hair and face smeared with milkshake and dampened with soda. Brielle laughed in response, enjoying Jazmin's hot, mean face being softened by yogurt spreading across her cheeks and into her dark black hair. The two girls eventually agreed to a truce, picked their panties from their fat bubble butts, and began to walk towards Brielle's home, the spitting image of bullied nerds.
"Ugh, looks like it's true," Brielle whined, showing her phone to Jazmin. On the screen was a text from Ellen, which contained the video that the two best friends had unfortunately starred in. "At least they didn't know it was us," Jazmin groaned, rubbing her big booty as she walked. Soon enough, they were at Brielle's home, and Jazmin walked her up to the front door. When they opened it, they were surprised to see Brielle's older sister, Bonnie, sitting in the living room with a hair brush in her hand.
"Brielle, I thought I told you to come home by 10. What time is it?" Brielle slowly looked to her phone, scoffing as she read, 10:04 on the clock. "Bonnie, come on! I've had a really tough day and- YEOW!" Brielle gave a girly cry as Bonnie expertly pulled her younger sister over her knee. "Jazmin, feel free to stay or go home and wash up," Bonnie said smugly before raising the hairbrush and bringing it down quickly onto Brielle's panty-clad bubble butt. "Brielle, you know the drill!"
Brielle looked at Jazmin, blushing deeply before facing the floor as she laid over Bonnie's knee. "I'm a naughty princess, please spank me again..." She repeated the line over and over for each whack of the hairbrush Bonnie administered to her wobbling butt, much to Jazmin's amusement, finally getting to see Brielle get spanked, rather than the other way around.
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