Literature
Store Wedgie Takeover (Wedgie story)
You’re chilling on the couch in nothing but a ratty old t-shirt and those pathetic white tighty-whities, the kind that scream total loser. The waistband’s loose as fuck, the cotton thin and stretched from years of sad wear, already riding halfway up your crack like it’s got a mind of its own. Your phone buzzes. You thumb a quick message into the group chat: “Gotta hit the store real quick.”
Not even three minutes later the door explodes open. Bang-bang-bang. “We’re here, loser!” Daniela’s voice booms as she and Mandy barge in like they own the damn place. You scramble to yank some shorts on but it’s too late. They’re already inside, giggling, eyes dropping straight to your crotch and ass.
“Oh my fucking god,” Daniela says, her green eyes wide and wicked. She’s towering there at 172cm, long wavy brown hair smelling like vanilla as she leans close. Those massive D-cup tits strain hard against her tight crop top, heavy and bouncy, nipples poking through the fabric like fat little bullets.