"With a pair of buns so big you'd be a perfect fit for our traditional welcome!" Johanna's gray eyes didn't hold even a sliver of mercy for the quivering brat who was still dealing with the pain in her cooch. "You all remember what do do?"
"Yeah!"
"You know it~"
"Good thing I got enough berry preserves."
With impressive efficiency, the group scattered to gather the necessary items, leaving Katherine with the two girls restraining her and Johanna herself. The spoiled dork had no idea what was coming, but the mention of preserves had her worried. Were they going to get it in her brown hair? Rub it all over her face? What if she broke out in acne!? "Wha...what are you planning Johanna?"
"Oh you'll see Kathy." With a simple motion, she beckoned her two friends to follow her, dragging Katherine and leaving her boots to scrape across the dirt road.
The whole time, the brunette kept her gaze down, face burning as she was dragged to an inevitable doom. After a few minutes, they went around the back of a house where a tree stood proudly. Now any wedgie girl worth her salt knew how this was going to end. But not Katherine. She was still trying to piece together how this had anything to do with fruit preserves. 'I swear if they pour them into my undies...!'
Johanna's friends trickled in with the required items which made things even more confusing. Rope, a jar of berry preserves, and two wooden stools.
"Time to shine ladies!" That was all it took from Johanna for her girls to jump into action.
"W-wait stop!" Katherine's arms were brought in front of her and her wrists were tied together with an expert knot. "Johanna call off your girLS! W-WEDGIEEE!" Forced to squeal out from the renewed burn of cotton carving into her crack, Katherine hopped from foot to foot, whining and shaking her fat hips despite her still aching crotch. Her skirt was yanked to the ground, letting her pale, flabby cheeks bounce free. Then she was lifted clear off of her feet so her long skirt could come off the rest of the way.
"Haha look at those two moons!"
"You can tell she sits on those cushions way too much!"
The mocking mixed with laughter made Katherine's bottom lip quiver and tears fill her eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen to her. Back in the city, she was the queen bee, able to ruin any wannabe's reputation with rumors and mean remarks. But out here, she was on the fast track to becoming a wedgie girl. She was dragged towards the stools that were placed under a sturdy branch, forced to bend over them while a thin layer of sticky berry preserves were rubbed all over her fat cheeks with not a single inch going uncovered.
"Up on the stool wedgie girl!" Johanna dragged Katherine over, the whining loser unable to even use her hands to fight back. She stepped up on the stool and Johanna on the other. More butt breaking yanks were given to her granny panties, the pink cotton stretching higher and higher until her thick waistband began cresting her own head!
"OW! EEK! JOHANNAAAAA!" Katherine shrieked, bubble butt bouncing as the pain grew worse and worse. She didn't even hear her thick waistband get secured to the branch or Johanna hopping down. The brat continued her dorky dance, trying to lessen the pain between her hefty cheeks to no avail.
"Allow us to welcome you again to Skeleton Springs Kathy~"
With a well placed kick, the stool holding up the brunette was knocked from under her. Her stomach dropped as gravity claimed her, but the pain of her wedgie increased tenfold as she fell right into her cotton gusset.
STREEEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH!
"MOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOMMYYYYYY!!!!"
A stick of dynamite going off between her cheeks would've hurt less! Katherine bawled like a newborn and kicked her legs which only made her sink deeper into her grannies that bounced her up and down before her momentum died, leaving her hanging over a foot off the ground. The thick waistband of her childish granny panties had reached her chest in the front, making for quite the lame sight as she was laughed at.
Once sure she wasn't going anywhere, the girls left Katherine alone to dangle and stew in her humiliating defeat. She sniffled and wiped her eyes as best she could, vowing revenge.
A low buzzing sound caught her attention though. She knew Skeleton Springs had some disgusting bugs. And that's when it clicked and her blood turned to ice. She looked back at her buns covered in preserves and whimpered and shook her hips a little when she saw a bug land on it. "Sh-shoo! Go somewhere else!"
It flew away and she sighed with relief, trying her best to get comfortable. But then it came back with friends, a whole horde of hungry bugs landing on her wide backside to join the feast. She could feal every bug biting her blubber cheeks, making her whine and thrash in her cotton prison in a desperate attempt to escape. FOr once, she regretted the fact she only owned panties like these...
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