The Wedgie Clinic Stories

　　CIARA
　　
　　The sun was shining, the birds where singing, and their was not a bully in sight. Needless to say, Ciara Wilpow was having a good day. The suspender clad fighter was just taking a leisurely stroll through the park, unaware of the pervy eyes focused on her. She pauses, having felt something on her foot, looking down she sees that her shoelace is untied.
　　
　　She makes her first mistake, bending over to tie her shoe. With her back bent, her shorts lowered a bit to reveal a strip of white, the word Ciara partially visible on the waistband. Her second mistake was her slight movements while tying her shoe, causing her butt to move back and forth ever so slightly, just taunting the pervy watcher.
　　
　　It was to much for the perv to take, so he sprung into action, revealing that is was arghtime, he gets behind her and gets his hands on that exposed underpants waistband, also stuffing his hands into the surprised girl’s shorts.
　　
　　“The Hell?” Ciara exclaims and looks back to see the man who created her and what he was doing, so could only feel waves of regret just before her butt was slammed with a painful wave of white undies. She grunts as her crack is attacked, trying to straighten herself up to deal with the perv behind her. However arghtime is not gonna let her fight back, he lets go of the waistband letting it snap back to her waist, causing her to yelp and move forward slightly. This gives him a opening to grip her suspenders and slide them off her shoulders, then pull her shorts down.
　　
　　Ciara’s eyes go widen slightly as her wedgied tushy is exposed to her attacker. With her toned butt bare, arghtime reaches back for the waistband and takes it again. Working his magic he starts to stretch it this way and that. Ciara’s face is contorted in pain and agony as she finds her crack sliced deep with her tighty whities. The perv starts to wrap her upper body in white undies, binding the wedgied girls arms in her briefs. With one last pull he finishes, then like a gentleman he pulls the girl’s suspenders and shorts back up and over her shoulders before he makes a quick exit.
　　
　　“GET BACK HERE YOU ACK,” She tries to give chase, but her underwear grinds painfully into her tushy, hindering her ability to pursue. Looking down at herself she sighs.
　　
　　“Ugh,” She groans as she starts to walk to a place she was all to familiar with, The Wedgie Removal Clinic.
　　

　　ALEX
　　
　　It had been a successful day at the gym for the athletic spy, out of her gym attire and back into more everyday wear, the girl takes a drink from her smoothie she purchased as she makes her way back home. She was trying to relax, so her situational awareness was down, else she would have noticed a devious man walking behind her, better know as arghtime.
　　
　　The girl had captured his attention by some fabric bunched out of her pants a inch or two in the back, her white with yellow polka dotted panties. The girl had carelessly forgot to sort out her waistband before leaving the gym, and now she was about to pay for it in a big way.
　　
　　Arghtime reaches out and takes the bunched up fabric in one hand, he stops as Alex keeps walking, causing the girl to walk into a small wedgie. The sudden tightening of her panties makes Alex pause uncomfortably. Still drinking her smoothie, she turns her head slowly, only to discover the man who has ravaged many women’s underpants currently holding hers. She drops her drink and gulps, clenching her butt for the coming crack destruction.
　　
　　With a grin the perv yanks up hard on the panties, ramming them deep into Alex’s toned behind in one massive pull. The girl yelps and leaps into the air in pain, holding her butt. The power behind the wedgie stretched the fabric far, and the athletic girl hunching over in pain in the air made pulling the fabric over her head a breeze for the devious man.
　　
　　Muffling in pain, Alex hoped the worst was behind her, but sadly this was arghtime, and he needed to go a step further. He continued pulling, slicing her butt harder and harder while he stretched the white panties with yellow polka dots down her body, in-between her legs, then started working back up her body again from behind.
　　
　　The poor girl flails helplessly as her waistband once again crawls closer to her head, forcing the fabric deeper and deeper into the abyss of her buns. With one final pull the man secures the waistband to the head of the poor girl, causing her panties to rip in such a way to expose the pain and embarrassment on her face to the world.
　　
　　Giving Alex a swift smack to the tushy, arghtime makes his quick retreat, leaving the athletic girl to come to terms with her split crack and painful wedgie. She struggles with the fabric for a bit, only to find it stuck on her, lucky for her she knew of a place that could deal with wedgies of this caliber, the Wedgie Removal Clinic, which was quite the hot spot in this town actually do to the fact arghtime lives here.
　　

　　MIZORE
　　
　　The park is the wonderful place for a stroll, and that is what Mizore, a light purple haired snow woman, was counting on. She has a massive crush on you, and because it was such a nice day she knows you can’t pass it up, so when you left your house she has been stealthy trailing you. As you walking down the path in the park, she watches from a nearby tree, on a branch high above.
　　
　　“Beloved,” She breathes as you make your way down the path, unaware of her loving eyes. However she is not the only stalker today, as someone is actually stalking her, the reason being a tag sticks out of the back of her skirt, her name written on it. It was the calling sign of the town’s most infamous wedgier, arghtime, who is actually above the snow woman who watches you intently. As you get farther and farther away she has to move, and this is was when arghtime made his move.
　　
　　When she went to leap down, the perv shot down and sunk his hand into her skirt, getting a firm grip on her teal snowflake panties. Being rather tame with her reactions, her pain and suprise was rather controlled as her undies rocketed up her crack, really digging themselves deep into her unsuspecting buns. She makes a small squeak as her underwear reaches its limits, only to bounce her back up like a bungee cord.
　　
　　“Oh my,” She moans as she bounces up in down, her underwear diving deeper and deeper into her tushy after each descent. Not only did her underwear find itself further up her butt, it also stretched further and further. So she was bouncing closer and closer to the ground, her snowflake panties having stretched to a ridiculous level.
　　
　　Seeing his chance, with a flick of his wrist Mizore finds herself spinning upwards, her panties wrapping around her as she ascends back up towards the perv holding her panties. Her panties wind around her like mummy bandages, mostly concealing her in a snowflake patterned cocoon. She squeals in pain as her butt is stuffed full of her underpants, and when she reaches the branch arghtime was on, he quickly snaps the waistband of her panties to her head before dropping her to the ground.
　　
　　With a thud and a grunt she lands face down on the ground, wound up in a wedgie cocoon, her arms pinned to her sides, and her legs bound together. Dizzy, she cannot see arghtime as he leaves, she can only feel the immense pain in her buns. After some time she can see clearly again, and begins to flop around, struggling to get up. She inches like a worm, flops like a fish, even wiggles like a snake, but she just can’t get up. That is until you come back around from your lap around the park. She blushes heavily as you help her up, you ask if she is ok but she can only muffle as a answer. You are unsure how to help her, but you point her in the direction of the Wedgie Removal Clinic, knowing that they deal with wedgies extreme as the one she is trapped in. With a blush and a bow, she hops away to get help with her panty problems.
　　

　　ASHLA
　　
　　“EEEEP,” Squeals a rather tall Indian girl by the name of Pammi, her poor tushy under assault by her own underpants from the big bottom bully know as Ashla. The purple haired bully was having a field day with Pammi’s pink frilly panties, pulling them this way and that. The poor nerd dances about in pain, flailing her limbs as her butt is deeply violated by her undergarments.
　　
　　“PLEASE LET GO OF MY UNDERPANTS PLEASE,” Begs Pammi, but her high pitched pleas only make Ashla laugh, and to make the wedgie worse she lifts the taller nerd off the ground, causing poor Pammi to squeal in further butt splitting pain. Ashla on the other hand is happily pulling the fabric deep into Pammi’s poor brown buns, as it was her way of showing others just how strong she was. After a few more bounces and pulls, the big bottom bully stretches the pink fabric over the poor nerds eyes, blinding the tall nerd before pushing the nerd forward. The atomic wedgied girl stumbles forward for a bit, before stumbling head first into a trashcan, where she kicks her legs and her cries for assistance a muffled.
　　
　　Dusting her hands off, Ashla turns away from the trapped nerd, only to come face to face with him, the wedgie menace of the town, arghtime. The man had watched the whole wedgie session between her and poor Pammi, and he was here to even the score.
　　
　　“What do you want punk,” She grunts, even when faced with a formidable foe her expression never really changes from scowls and glares. So when the man grins and reaches down and grips the sides of her belt, she was more than a bit annoyed.
　　
　　“Hey what are you ACK,” She starts to shout, but when arghtime forces her shorts up painfully, her sentence is cut off. The pants wedgie was swift and painful, Ashla had no time to react as the man pulls the shorts out them up, trapping her arms inside her pants while raising the waistband up and over her head. Fastening the belt, Ashla’s entire upper body is concealed in her pants, only her purple pony tail peaking out the top. With her arms sticking out of the legholes of her pants, and her teal boyshorts visible, she looked incredibly silly.
　　
　　The big bottom girl roars with rage, it sounds like she said she was going to destroy arghtime, but it was very muffled. Before she can lash out arghtime dashes behind her and smacks her butt hard, causing her to cry out in anger as the impact on her cheeks sends her to the ground. This gives arghtime time to escape, when the wedgied girl recovers, she tries to give chase, running about like a headless chicken. After about a hour of aimless pursuit and honestly most of the town laughing at her, her anger goes down to a level where she decides its better to get her wedgied fixed, and she hates this, but she know a place in town that she usually sends people, the Wedgie Removal Clinic. So she stubbornly waddles towards the place, angry about how this day turned out.
　　

　　JURI
　　
　　From her vantage point, a woman with her hair in horns know as Juri could see most of the town. She stands on the top of the tallest building in the town, and she was waiting for him, the man she both respected and feared, the top wedgier in town, arghtime. At first she hated him, she was suppose to be the top wedgier of the town, but every time she met with him, she was on the receiving end of a rather painful butt flossing. However this time she was gonna surprise him, she was gonna be kind and sweet for a period, then BAMN, his undies would be toast.
　　
　　“You called Juri,” breaks her train of thought as he appears behind her, she grins and turns to face him.
　　
　　“Well who else would I call, no one else in this town is worthy,” She teases as she rocks her hips to one side and leans forward. Trying to draw attention to her curves, but arghtime is not bitting.
　　
　　“Lets cut the talk, what do you want,” He says, trying to move this conversation along. His directness annoys the woman slightly, but she has delt with difficult men before. She straighten ups a bit and starts to strut closer to him.
　　
　　“Isn’t it obvious,” She purrs as she eyes the man from head to toe, trying to show her “interest” in the man. The way her hips swayed seemed to have captured his attention, but she has to do more to keep him distracted before she goes for the kill.
　　
　　“Can’t say that it is,” He says as the woman gets closer to him, she gets within arms length and reaches out, stroking his chest as she steps closer, wrapping one leg around his waist and arm around his neck, leaving one arm to rub his chest.
　　
　　“Its you,” She whispers into his ear as she feels its time to go for the death blow, stealthy working her free hand toward the back of his pants while she grinds into him. However he suddenly twists, causing her to fall of balance and into his arms, she is bent backwards looking up at him while he leans over her, like they are dancing.
　　
　　“I was hoping you’d say that,” He grins back, needless to say Juri was a bit surprised as she finds herself being lead around the roof top in a rather classy dance. The man clearly has some moves as Juri is spun and twirly beautifully, if this was a dance competition it would have ben a ten out of ten performance. It was rather pleasant for Juri, she did not expect to be swept off her feet so elegantly, her guard drops as she goes with the motions.
　　
　　That was a mistake as when arghtime lets her go, spinning her away like a top for a grand finally, she finds herself coming to close to the roof’s edge, almost loosing her balance. She waves her arms as she tries to prevent herself from tipping over the edge. Unlucky for her arghtime is here to help
　　
　　“Oh dear, don’t worry I’ll save you,” arghtime says with forced enthusiasm as he rushes to her aid, or rather behind her so he can plunge his hands into the back of her pants and grip the pink fabric with white polka dots beneath. It was then Juri realized he had bested her again.
　　
　　“DAMN YOU,” She cries as arghtime gently nudges her over the edge, allowing her to fall into the most painful wedgie of her life. She wails in pain and rage as her cotton underpants quickly slice into her butt, splitting them like a melon. She kicks her legs and bites her lips, crossing her eyes as her underwear travels deep into her crack as she falls. It was weird how her panties hadn’t stop her yet as she fell, but that was do to a little arghtime magic. Just as she was about to hit the ground, her panties stopped her suddenly, and she screamed like a little school girl, her underwear basically having become a part of her now. She just hung their for a few seconds, then arghtime let go and she landed on her knees, her underwear falling down on top of her like soft serve ice cream.
　　
　　“Maybe next time Juri,” arghtime taunts as he takes one last look at the pink mound at the base of the building, then leaves Juri to her wedgie induced trauma. The pink with white polka dot blob doesn’t move for a while, but soon a head pokes out of it.
　　
　　“Damn him,” She blushes, part of her was enjoying the moment before the wedgie, and look what it got her, she can’t feel her legs. She wobbles to her feet after untangling herself from her underwear. Looking behind her she already knew where she had to go. With her panties trailing behind her, she made her way towards the Wedgie Removal Clinic, once again shamed by arghtime, a man she doesn’t know how she feels about.
　　

　　SAMI
　　
　　The army was a tough place for a girl to be, but Sami, a member of Orange Star, was a girl who could handle the pressure. Most of the men looked up to her, but now she was on vacation, though she didn’t really get to pick where. Unaware to her she was sent to a town where the most infamous wedgier lives, arghtime. Blissfully unaware of the dangers, she decides to walk through the town, making stops at the various stores and shops. Nothing really captures her attention, she buys a few things, but nothing to major. She is soon satisfied, and makes her way back to her hotel through a nearby park.
　　
　　“Excuse me miss,” A voice calls out to her, she turns to see a man in basically a magician get up, with a fancy mustache. He is coming towards her, and do to his appearance, Sami is not worried.
　　
　　“You look like you would be interested in a magic trick,” The man states like a showman. The solider thinks about it, and she figured why not, perhaps she can end the day on a interesting note.
　　
　　“Well I don’t see why not,” She smiles, she watches as the man also smiles and pulls off his hat.
　　
　　“For my first trick, I will pull a bunny out of this hat,” He says as he wiggles his fingers. Now Sami has got to see this, as when he tilted the hat towards her she saw nothing in it. The man sinks his hand into the hat, to the girl’s surprise his arm starts to go deeper and deeper into it.
　　
　　“I know he is in here some where,” He says as he continues his search. The short haired girl watches with interest, wondering how his arm is so deep in his hat.
　　
　　“AH HA,” He exclaims as he starts to pull something out of his hat. That something was not a rabbit, instead a yelp comes out of the hat as pink fabric with white frills is yanked out of the hat. The man looks surprised then lets go, a snapped followed by a yelp can be heard coming out of the hat.
　　
　　“Sorry Pammi,” He says before sinking his hand back into the hat. The solider wasn’t sure what just happened, but she was now really interested. After a few more seconds the man exclaims once again, having grabbed something once again. This time a cute little bunny is pulled out of the hat, with a bow tie and hat that matches the magician.
　　
　　“There you are Little W,” The magician smiles as he nuzzles with his rabbit, and Sami can’t help but be impressed.
　　
　　“That was amazing,” she says applauding the magician in front of her. He takes a bow, and even the rabbit takes off his hat like he is bowing, much to the amusement of Sami.
　　
　　“Ah thank ya miss,” He smiles, happy he entertained another fine young lady. From his bent position he couldn’t help but notice the bags the girl had placed on the ground to clap.
　　
　　“I can help you with your bags miss” The man asks curiously. Sami looks down at them.
　　
　　“Oh no need, I’m good, I’m use to it,” she kindly declines the mans offer, though she doesn’t realize the man was seg-waying into his next act, and with a grin he readies his wand.
　　
　　“Oh nonsense miss, you’ll love this,” He says as his mustache falls off, revealing that it was actually arghtime, though she did not know to run because she did not know who this man was, but her butt was about to. With a flick of his wand the bags start to get light and float up into the air.
　　
　　“Woah,” Sami says as she is amazed by the floating bags, but suddenly her butt feels funny, like something was creeping into them.
　　
　　“Wait, what is happening,” She wonders aloud in a sort of panic as her orange panties with a star on them slowly start to rise out of the back of her pants, glowing with energy and wedging themself into her crack slowly but surely. Her eyes widen as she finds her panties forcing her to her tippy toes, splitting her butt deep, but they don’t stop. Soon her panties cause her to loose balance and she falls forward, causing the fabric to sink deeper into places it shouldn’t go.
　　“OW OW, This hurts really bad,” She states the obvious, then it dawns on her what is happening, she looks up for the magician, but he is gone. She can’t help but feel betrayed by the man, as now her butt is stuffed with her own orange panties. She bites her lip as the fabric just sinks into her. Now floating next to her bags, she feels trapped.
　　
　　“What the hell do I do now,” She groans, her day now ruined by her butt being throughly split by her underpants. As if to answer her question, the panties and her bags start to float towards the Wedgie Removal Clinic, though she did not know that instead she just felt more pain as her panties moved her against her will. She is so not telling anyone about this as she dangles in the air as her panties float her away.