![]() ![]() * In '''', the titular character gives himself a melvin after trying to rip his underwear off. * ''Film/BadSanta'': In one scene, Thurman receives a wedgie from several bullies. * ''Film/BadGrandpa'': One skit in the film has the titular grandpa give his grandson, Billy, a wedgie. Later on, Dave confronts a now grown-up Arnie, which ends with him giving his childhood bully a wedgie. Later, the wedgie victim roller skates off into the distance with his stretched out briefs hanging over his shorts, while laughing at Dave's TeenyWeenie. * ''Film/AngerManagement'' opens up with local bully, Arnie, giving a wedgie to an unsuspecting kid. * '']'': At the start of the movie, Annie accidentally gives herself a hanging wedgie when her panties get caught on the top of a fence while attempting to climb it. When she jumps off the counter, her underwear gets caught on the cabinet. ![]() I understand that she needed to climb on the counter to get whatever she needed. This poor teen needed to get something from a cupboard in the kitchen, and as a fellow short girl. * In '']'', Alvin and Simon give two jocks wedgies for harassing Theodore. Watch This Teen Give Herself an Accidental Atomic Wedgie. “This is gonna be a long night.” You grumble to yourself.* ''Film/AliensInTheAttic'': At the end of the movie, the kids use the aliens' mind control device to make ] give himself a wedgie in front of his friends. The ghost leaves you with your underwear latched onto your chin and your hands glued together with some sort of ectoplasm. WAIT! Anything but an Atomi-“ You stammered, your voice muffled, barely a whisper as you struggled in your new panty mask. The ghost had no intention of letting up, your panties already stretched above your head. The sheer shock of the moment almost makes you forget about the burning pain in your behind, almost. if a model was able to float, and had completely Snow White skin. total bomb shell of a woman, her appearance is like that of a model. In the heat of the moment you realize you haven’t even turned around to look at your assaulter expecting some kind of hideous monster, you quickly shift your head to see a. “What a loser.” The ghost whispers into your ear with its surprisingly feminine voice. You could only watch as you were lifted higher and higher off the ground, causing the briefs to only go deeper and deeper in your privates and elicited more whimpers. The knife slipped from your fingers, clattering onto the floor below. Struggling against the spectral grip that held your panties, your heart pounded in your ears as you shrieked harder. Your current wedgie made all those previous years of bullying look like simple teasing. “OW! Ow, hnng.” You were no stranger to wedgies, having 2 older brothers it was quote on quote, “Older sibling law” for them to pick on you. “No way, there’s no fuc- KYAAHH!” You shrieked as the cold hands yank your panties up to no man’s land, the panties were so deep you could almost taste it. In that heart stopping moment, the impossible became reality: a spectral touch, icy and ethereal reaches into your (Pants and or Skirt, which ever you prefer.) and grips onto your panties (Which I’ll let you imagine the design) tightly. As you turned to head back towards the safety of the living room, an inexplicable chill ran down your spine, making you grip the knife harder. ![]() Yet, as you stood alone in the dimly lit kitchen, you couldn’t help but grab yourself a weapon despite your “Reassurance”, the weapon in question being a dull and small kitchen knife. "Ghosts aren't real," you whispered under your breath, almost as if the words themselves held the power to dispel the unease that had taken root. Thoughts of a possible serial killer, or even a ghost of some sorts? You forced a deep breath, attempting to steady your racing heart as you murmured reassurances to yourself. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as you scanned the shadows, your imagination conjuring the most unsettling scenarios. but it doesn’t at the same time? It’s hard to explain Your breath caught in your throat, and your senses sharpened, attuned to every creak and rustle in the room. The only response you receive is another noise, which you could swear almost sounds like a chuckle. “Uhm- H-Hello? Is anyone there?” You ask, almost shaking from fear. Startled from your tranquil reverie, you jolted upright as a jarring CRASH echoed from the direction of the kitchen in your apartment, followed by the noise of an eerie giggle like sound. With a sigh, you allowed your body to sink into the plush cushions. You made your way to the inviting embrace of your couch. You recently got out from a prolonged and draining day of work, seeking respite. You let out a deep sigh, one of both relief and exhaustion. Some advice or criticism is always appreciated. This is my second ever wedgie story, so don’t judge it too harshly. Disclaimer: This story contains wedgies, if you couldn’t tell from the title. ![]()
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