Jazmin grit her teeth together, blushing furiously. "I can't believe this..." she groaned, just barely managing to get her phone with her fingers and texting Brielle to come get her out of Grace's locker. After a brief back and forth over text, during which Brielle sent many, many, MANY laughing emojis, Jazmin was finally freed, albeit extremely embarrassed as Brielle teased her for what had happened. At least, until Jazmin reminded her best friend who the best bully was (at least between the two of them) by giving Brielle an atomic wedgie before the two parted ways, with Brielle going to her next class, and Jazmin very hurriedly moving away from Grace's locker, hoping to forget what had happened this morning.
As she was doing her usual rounds in the halls, her phone began to ring: a call from her girlfriend, Madison! "Hey, baby!" Jazmin answered happily, glad to hear Madison's voice after the rough morning she'd had. "Heyyyy, cushy tushy!" Madison replied giddily. "How's the world's bounciest badonkadonk doing on her first day?" Jazmin blushed at the teasing, closing her eyes. "It's, uh... it could be going better," she admitted. "Really? What happened?" Jazmin paused. She didn't want to admit she had been totally defeated by some random high school girl, but... Brielle knew. And if Brielle knew, she would probably tell Ellen, and Ellen would definitely tell Madison. So, it's either admit it now or get spanked for lying later.
"I, uhm... I may have gotten a new bully on my first day," Jazmin admitted, her face burning like a campfire. "Awww, really? I guess we should have seen that coming, letting you go out there with your big bouncy bubble booty ready to bust right out of those jeans," Madison replied with a giggle. "What happened, honey? Did the cheer coach give you a wedgie?" She asked jokingly, forcing Jazmin to blush even deeper. "It - uhm... it was a... it was a student," she admitted softly, closing her eyes tightly and feeling her face flush completely red as Madison howled in laughter. Not that it was surprising - Jazmin pretty much knew this would be the outcome of her coming clean.
"A student?! Like, a high schooler? One of the high school girls?!" Madison giggled. "Yes, babe, I have a high school bully even though I'm an adult..." Jazmin groaned, rubbing her forehead in embarrassment after being forced to admit it out loud. "It's not that funny..." Jazmin whispered, going completely unheard as Madison loudly giggled into the phone. "Babe, you know I love you, but that is just next-level pathetic! I can't believe you let some high school brat bully your cushy tushy!"
The conversation carried on similarly after that, ending with Madison demanding to hear all about the encounter over dinner tonight, to which Jazmin agreed - not like she had a choice. She sighed as the call ended, gently *thumping* her head against a nearby locker. "God, I can't believe this..." she mumbled to herself. Then, her eyes popped wide open, and her blood ran cold.
"Just try to imagine how I felt when I got back to my locker and it was completely dork-free." The voice of her bully, Grace, rang in Jazmin's ears and chilled her to her core. "I told you I'd be back in a couple hours, dork. So what happened?" Jazmin slowly turned to face Grace, but the high schooler stopped her, raising a finger and giving a short "Buh buh buh! You don't need to look at me for this. Just assume the position, and we'll talk like that."
Jazmin sighed, closing her eyes and then facing the row of lockers, placing her hands firmly on them. "So, dweeb? What's up? How are you out of my locker, and why?" Jazmin groaned. "I texted Miss Williams, and she came to let me out," Jazmin admitted. "I'm sorry! I just couldn't take it anymore! That wedgie was so bad, and it was so cramped in that tiny locker!" Grace scoffed, crossing her arms. "So you're just too much of a wimp to stay in a locker?" She asked with a smirk, to which Jazmin replied, "yes..." knowing by now the proper way to respond when a bully is scolding her.
Grace giggled, "that's about what I thought. Well, lucky for us, I have plenty of time to spend with you. I hear the new hall monitor's a total pushover sissy," she teased, playfully giving Jazmin's butt a *slap* and forcing the curvy Latina to blush and hang her head. Then, Grace got a firm grip on Jazmin's jeans, hooking a finger into her belt loop, and with one good *tug*, somehow managed to give Jazmin a totally humiliating pants wedgie, cramming the seam of her tight black jeans high up between her fat jiggling cheeks.
"Ngh! Not a pants wedgie..!" Jazmin groaned, closing her eyes tightly as her jeans worked their way uncomfortably between her cheeks, bringing her soft, girly undies along with them. "Mmm, you look a lot better like this!" Grace giggled, taking a step back and crossing her arms, admiring the view of Jazmin's still-wobbling badonkadonk with her jeans yanked up high. It made it so that they were perfectly snug on her heavy, round, juicy cheeks, the wedgied seam in the middle making her butt look even bigger and more ridiculous than before. "Yeah. I think this is how you're going to look all the time. If you're wearing pants, you need to give yourself a nice pants wedgie to make sure they're nice and snug like this. If you don't, I'll have to do it myself." Jazmin audibly *gulped* at Grace's threat, fearing the idea of having this high schooler monitor the state of her pants and "correct" it if necessary.
"Okay, understood. I'll do it," Jazmin nodded, eager to appease Grace and hopefully get away from her, quickly. But that was just a dream. Grace silently walked up to Jazmin, unzipped and unbottoned her jeans in about one second, and then swiftly yanked them down to Jazmin's ankles, exposing her big fat pink tush, and her bright girly panties that Grace had wedgied her with earlier this morning.
"Wh- why... why is your ass pink?" Grace asked in between fits of giggling. Jazmin hung her head low between her arms, then closed her eyes as she was forced to look at her own bare legs and humiliating panties. "My... my girlfriend likes to spank me," she admitted, of course causing Grace to laugh even more than she already was. Jazmin blushed deep, holding her eyes tightly closed and trying to ignore Grace's laugh as much as she could, but ultimately, she had to sit through a few minutes of the high schooler's giggling.
Then, Jazmin heard a gentle *pop*, followed by the humiliating sensation of Grace giving her a wet willy, burrowing a wet finger into her ear and wiggling around, forcing Jazmin's face to scrunch up. Though, after years of being bullied, Jazmin knew better than to move from her position. So she just stood there, hands on the locker, wincing and groaning as her bully gave her a wet willy, pants around her ankles and girly, sissy panties around her fat butt.
After a minute or so of wet willying the poor woman, Grace finally pulled her hand down. "Okay, dweeb. Time for the main event!" Jazmin's eyes popped open, and her head looked over her shoulder. "Waitwaitwait, Grace please don-NNNNTT!" Jazmin pleaded, and then yelped, as Grace expertly yanked her bright yellow panties so far up her poor butt Jazmin swore she could taste cotton in the back of her throat.
"You know, you're such a wimpy little dork, but you still beg and plead with me to avoid getting wedgies. Don't get me wrong, it's hilarious - but don't you realize how pathetic and useless that is by now?" Grace asked. Jazmin didn't have an answer. In fact, she used to say the same thing to girls that she bullied. That only "real dorks" begged not to get wedgied. And here she was, in another high school, begging not to be wedgied. Only this time, it's extra humiliating.
Grace continued to wedgie Jazmin, using a double-hand grip and giving the bright, stretchy panties good hard tugs and yanks, rocking Jazmin's hips up and forcing her exposed bubble booty to *CLAP* behind her after the especially hard wedgies. Of course, learning that she could force Jazmin's butt to clap with wedgies only made Grace happier, and the wedgies got harder and harder until eventually, Jazmin's poor bullied bubble booty echoed *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* into the hall. "Oh, this is going to be the best high school ever," Grace smiled.
After about twenty minutes of Grace giving Jazmin brutal, humiliating wedgies, they finally stopped. "All right, dork, you can pick it out now," she sighed, at which point Jazmin ravenously slapped her hands onto her fat bubbly wobble-cake, fingers grabbing at the fabric of her panties and hurriedly pulling them out of her crack, at which point they stretch back over her fat dumptruck booty, good as new. "And you can get your jeans up, too. Class is almost over so the halls will be full soon." Again, Jazmin hurried to follow the instructions, grateful this round of humiliation was over.
Or so she thought.
As Jazmin got her jeans back over her round rumpy-dumpy (with a bit of time and a few jumps), she blushed as Grace looked at her expectantly. Reluctantly, Jazmin grabbed the back belt loop of her jeans and gave a good *YANK*, wincing as the seam went up into her booty. "And, one last thing dork," Grace smirked, holding out an open hand. "Lunch money." Jazmin sighed. "Come on, Grace, weren't those wedgies bad enough?" "I said lunch money, dweeb!" Jazmin furrowed her brow, standing up straight. "No, that's too far. You can blackmail me into bullying me, but I'm not giving you my money like some chess club dork."
[30 seconds later]
"Is $45 enough?" Jazmin asked weakly, blinded by her own panties after Grace gave her an atomic wedgie, holding out her money for the high schooler to take at her leisure. "I'm sure I can make it work," Grace giggled. As she took the money, the bell rang. "See you, hall monitor!" Was what Jazmin heard as she scrambled in a panic to remove her atomic wedgie and get her panties back into her jeans before someone saw her.
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