You blinked twice upon hearing this news. “Get… wedgies?” you repeated, sounding as though you had never heard the words before.
“Yes. After all, someone with a bottom like yours should be more than adept at receiving them,” answered Jennings, offering you a smile.
“A bottom like-“ You reached back to grab your rear in offense. Sure, it was a little round, but that didn’t mean you were “adept at receiving” wedgies!
“Don’t worry, you won’t be alone. Everyone except for our designated ‘givers’ had received a wedgie before.”
You still couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You had always assumed wedgies were just some schoolyard prank shown on TV, but they were commonplace here?
Jennings gripped your exposed waistband, frowning at the sight. “Hmm, thse aren’t a Snowcotton pair,” he chided, giving you a swat to the butt. “We’ll have to deal with these before you get started.”
He then turned you around, dove his hands down your waistband, and yanked to the sky! You were too shocked to even scream, your tighty whities slicing into your ass like a knife. The lithe CEO was stronger than he looked, why wasn’t he a giver?!
It didn’t take long before pops and tears filled the air, and within moments your briefs had been ripped right out of your pants! Jennings looked over the shredded remnants disdainfully, before tossing them aside. “That wouldn’t have happened had you worn our special brand of briefs,” he scolded. “We have a pair your size, put them on and we’ll get started.”
A woman that was easily a head and shoulders taller than both of you tossed a pair your way, snickering as they landed on your head. Face hotter than flame, you took the pair and went to a changing room.
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