Two long hours had passed and Jazmin and Brielle were still stuck in their respective lockers with massive wedgies still fixed deeply into their big bubble butts. Jazmin groaned and shook her dangling legs around as they began to fall asleep again before pathetically wiggling her booty trying and failing to adjust to the dangling wedgie she was stuck in, wincing in pain as she did.
"Bri," Jazmin said in a low voice, "We need to figure out a way out of here! School's about to let out and I don't think Mikayla's coming back. Any ideas?....Brielle? Jazmin lightly tapped the wall between them trying to get her bestie's attention. After a moment Brielle's sleepy voice came through: "N-no not another wedgie, Ellen...oooh your lips are so soft...I guess an atomic wedgied make out session isn't so bad..." Jazmin covered her mouth as she burst into laughter as she heard Brielle talk in her sleep about such an embarrassing situation. Once she stopped laughing Jazmin gave a sharp rap to the locker wall. "EEP! What's happening?!" A startled Brielle exclaimed. "Oh nothing much, just listening to you get wedgied in your dreams by your girlfriend, princess!" "Sh-shut up, bubble butt!" "Falling asleep in a wedgie? Maybe you are really a Turbonerd, Turbonerd!" "Jaz-min!" "What's the matter can't take a little bullying, Turbonerd? I thought you'd be used to it by now?" "Dude, seriously, shut up!" "Aww, what's the matter? is the fat-ass nerd gonna cry?" Brielle banged on the locker and hissed "No, you fat-butted imbecile, I hear people coming! So, shut up if you don't want to end up the largest flag Grover high has ever seen!" Jazmin closed her mouth as a blush reached her cheeks.
Jazmin and Brielle held their breath and shut their eyes as they muttered silent prayers that they weren't discovered in this extremely compromising position. "Don't worry about it Brook, my sister and her bimbo buddy collect so much lunch money they'll be happy to spot you some." Jazmin and Brielle let out small huffs of irritation as they heard the voice of another thorn in their sides: Jazmin's younger sister Cindy. "Y-yeah, but they might just wedgie us for bothering them!" Both girls rolled their eyes in their lockers as they heard the whiny voice of Brook, a curvy, beautiful brunette with a large bubble butt who the girls had bullied mercilessly since she had transferred to Grover high last year forcing her to make friends with younger students like Cindy.
"Don't be so dramatic, Brook," laughed Cindy. "They aren't magic, they're just opportunists. They got good at wedgies because they knew with butts like theirs they'd be given wedgies on the daily if they didn't get ahead of it!" Brook let out a nervous laugh and after a moment spoke up: "Y-yeah, your right! Maybe they're so good at wedgies because every pair of pants they wear give them wedgies." Cindy let out a loud bark of laughter at that, which mingled with Brook's nervous laughter as the two beleaguered "bullies" fumed from the wedgie prison, glaring through the grates of their locker trying to telepathically wedgie the two girls mocking them.
For 15 minutes Brielle and Jazmin were forced to endure the inane chatter of Brook and Cindy as they, ironically, awaited the arrival of Jazmin and Brielle. They blushed as they heard some of the teasing remarks Cindy encouraged Brook to make about them and their sizeable assets. Mercifully the end of day bell rang cutting the conversation short. "Hmm, the bell rang and still no Jazmin...she's usually so eager to leave school," mused Cindy, "you know what, just let me call her." Jazmin looked down at her leggings on the locker floor in horror as she saw her phone sticking out of them. Jazmin bit down on her shirt and began to lower herself down in her wedgie, her tiny hand desperately reaching for her phone, which was just out of reach. Straining harder and harder, as she felt the burn of the wedgie grow great than she could imagine. Somehow her fingers reached the screen, but it was too little too late. As soon as she touched the phone the screen lit up and it began to vibrate, rumbling on the metal floor of the locker. Jazmin and Brielle both clamped their hands of their mouths and felt their hearts skip a beat. "That's weird...it's not like Jazmin to forget her phone in her locker..." Cindy began turning the tumbler lock, as Jazmin and Brielle began to drip sweat in fear as they saw visions of themselves as the new wedgie girls of the school, paid back tenfold by their former victims, spending more time on the flagpole than the flag itself.
"YO! Ellen and Madison are hanging Mikayla up on the flagpole!" A voice shouted from down the hallway. Cindy abruptly stopped turning the lock. "Oh we gotta see this Brook!" "Yeah, but what about..." "Oh I know here hand me that sharpie and I'll just write a message from?" "Leanne." "Right, the giant freshman? She's the one who wedgied you and took your lunch money?" "Yup." "Okay, well, Brielle and Jazmin can't let anything go, so I'll just write a message on their lockers from Leanne and when they read it they'll be forced to deal with her to protect their rep's." "D-dang! That's clever Cindy!" "Nah, they're just predictable." Both girls laughed as they ran down the hall towards the flagpole. Jazmin and Brielle let out shaky breaths as they realized how close they came to disaster.
"I hate your sister, bubble butt." "Tell me about it, princess." The girls waited in miserable silence for a few moments before Brielle had an epiphany. "Our girlfriends just ran Mikayla up the flagpole..." "Yeah! God, I wish we could have watched that!" "Me too, but you know Mikayla isn't going to come back for us now." "Oh shit...Maybe the janitor will let us out?" "They don't come by until the night time!" The girls bickered about how they would get out for a few minutes until they came to a decision. "Okay, so, we don't want Ellen and Madison to find us like this AND we want to make our date with them tonight right, princess?" "Right." "And we don't want to ask Cindy because she might bring Brook and this situation might be too tempting for her to exploit and to ruin us with, right?" "Right." "Then you need to call Bonnie and have her rescue us. She isn't a student here and she has no reason to expose us. She might tease us and wedgie us a bit, but I think that is the best deal we'll get." Jazmin blushed as she heard herself rationalizing that getting a few wedgies to get out of a locker wedgie was a positive outcome. "Yeah, you're right. Man, it really sucks being the ones on the receiving end of wedgies," sighed Brielle as she reached pulled her jeans out from behind her head, groaning as she bumped her head on the locker ceiling, and grabbed her cell phone, hesitating a moment before calling her big sister.
There was a click and then their locker doors were swung open. Brielle and Jazmin eyes went wide as they were greeted by the smirking faces of Bonnie and Claire, who were holding up their phones and began snapping pics of the two humiliated, surprised girls. "Aw, Bonnie, please we're already embarrassed enough," begged Brielle. "Is that anyway to greet your savior, sis? I think a few pictures are a fair trade for a rescue. I always told you where bullying would get you, didn't I?" Brielle nodded miserably. "Man, I can't believe you two are what passes for top bullies nowadays," teased Claire, "I knew Brielle was a closet nerd, but I had heard Jazmin here was pretty tough. I guess we dispelled that myth last night and this confirms it!" Bonnie and Claire fist bumped and laughed while Jazmin and Brielle whined.
"Could you get us down now," muttered Jazmin through gritted teeth. "Come on, you've had your fun," chimed Brielle. Bonnie and Claire shook their heads in mock disappointment. "You two are sure acting like a pair of tough bullies while looking like a pair of huge nerds stuffed in their lockers," said Claire. "We haven't heard a thank you for rescuing you nerds yet, have we?" Asked Bonnie. Brielle hung her head and took a deep breath before saying, "Thank you for rescuing my big nerdy butt from the locker my bully stuffed me into! Can you please get me out?" Jazmin almost giggle before sighing and adding on, "I'm a wimpy loser and I don't know how I would have gotten out of this without you two! Please get me out of here before I start crying! Bonnie and Claire looked at each other with huge smiles before turning back to the wedgied pair and said "You got it, dorks!"
Bonnie grabbed Brielle's ankles and Claire did the same with Jazmin. On the count of three both of them pulled as hard as they could, yanking the Brielle and Jazmin deep into their wedgies as they played tug of war with the lockers using the girls panties as the rope. "EEEEEEK! BONNIE! You said you'd, ouchie, help us!" "OWIE, OWIE, OWIE! Please just get us down!" We are, losers," laughed Bonnie as she pulled even harder. "Brielle's a smart little dweeb, I'm sure she can figure it out," teased Claire as she reset her feet and shook Jazmin side to side. Brielle and Jazmim looked back and saw the sea of yellow and pink fabric behind them, both watched in horror as they saw took in how uncool they truly looked. As they saw a few holes form and heard the pop of fabric the cruel machinations of their tormentors dawned on them. Both girls let out high girly shrieks and surrendered their dignity as the pulls got harder until they heard the shredding of fabric and they flew through the air before their naked buns bounced on the tile floor with an embarrassing squeak before falling in an embarrassed heap in front of their "rescuers" with their bubble butts wobbling in the air.
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