She strolled through the park, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of someone who looked like they could use a little... adjustment. As she approached the central statue, she spotted a peculiar sight that made her smirk.
Kobeni, the girl who had often been the unfortunate recipient of Makima's power in their previous world, was suspended in the air with a wedgie that could have split a watermelon. Her underwear, which looked suspiciously similar to the ones Makima had seen her in before, was stretched tautly between her asscheeks, and her face was a brilliant shade of scarlet.
Makima couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. It was like the universe had decided to give her a little gift, a familiar face in this strange new place. She strolled over to the statue, her heels clicking on the pavement, and took in the sight of Kobeni's plight. The poor girl was squirming and trying to pull herself down, her panties digging deeper with each fruitless attempt.
"Well, well, well," Makima mused, crossing her arms. "Looks like someone's already gotten a taste of this world's... unique charm."
Kobeni's eyes widened in embarrassment when she noticed Makima's smirking figure approaching. "M-Mrs. Makima!" she squealed. "Please, help me down!"
Makima's smile grew broader as she leaned against the statue, her hands behind her back. "Oh, I'd be happy to help, but it seems there's a little... condition attached to it," she said, her voice as sweet as honey.
"Condition?" Kobeni whimpered, her face a mask of horror as she realized what Makima might be implying.
Makima nodded, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Indeed. If you wish for me to release you from your current... predicament, you must agree to become my wedgie pet," she said, her tone playful yet firm.
Kobeni's face grew paler than a ghost's as she processed the words. "W-wedgie... pet?" she stuttered; her voice strained from the pressure on her underwear.
Makima nodded, her smile unwavering. "That's right. You'll do as I say, and in return, I'll make sure no one gives you a wedgie unless it's me."
Kobeni's eyes watered as she considered her options. Being at the mercy of anyone in this world was a terrifying prospect, but agreeing to be Makima's wedgie pet? It was humiliating, to say the least. "That fine I get it you rather stay up there then be my pet I hope you do have nice time mrs. Higashiyama" Makima said with a smirk on her face, she turned away as if she didn't care at all.
"N-no, wait!" Kobeni's voice cracked. She couldn't bear the thought of being left in such an embarrassing state in public. "I-I'll do it!" she squeaked; desperation clear in her voice.
Makima's smirk grew wider as she turned back to face Kobeni. "Very well," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "But remember, once you agree, there's no turning back."
With a flick of her wrist, Makima's power surged, and Kobeni's wedgie went from uncomfortable to unbearable. Her underwear stretched further up her ass, the fabric cutting into her flesh as if it were made of steel wires. Her cheeks bulged out obscenely around the tight band, and she let out a high-pitched squeal of pain.
"Y-you said you'd help me down!" Kobeni protested, her voice strained.
Makima chuckled darkly. "And so, I shall, but not before you experience a little taste of what it means to be my pet," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement.
With another flick of her wrist, she sent a surge of power into Kobeni's wedgie, amplifying it to atomic proportions. The fabric of Kobeni's underwear stretched so tautly that it seemed ready to snap at any moment. The poor girl's asshole was now a gaping maw, threatening to swallow the waistband whole. Her cheeks ballooned out, a stark contrast to the rest of her body, which was taut with tension.
"Mrs. Makima, please, I'm begging you!" Kobeni wailed, tears streaming down her face.
Makima chuckled again, enjoying the sight of Kobeni's distress. "Alright, my dear," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Let's see that wedgie come down, shall we?"
With a flick of her wrist, Kobeni's underwear were going over her head. "Nooo! Please!" Kobeni wailed as her underwear tightened around her face, cutting off her vision. she then gets droped down of some grass which was a bit of a relief from the wedgie.
"Now, now," Makima said, her voice still laced with amusement. "You agreed to be my pet, remember?"
Kobeni lay on the grass, her face buried in her wedgie, gasping for air. She felt utterly humiliated and exposed, but she had little choice. Nodding her head vigorously, she managed to muffle a "Yes, Mrs. Makima."
Makima reached down and gently tugged at the elastic band of Kobeni's wedgie, allowing her to breathe clean air. "Good girl," she praised, her voice a mix of amusement and dominance. "Now, let's go home. I have some... paperwork for you to sign."
The two of them made their way to Makima's house, with Kobeni walking slightly hunched over to prevent her wedgie from becoming too unbearable again. Despite her embarrassment, she knew better than to protest or try to remove it herself. The thought of the atomic wedgie being yanked back into place was more than enough to keep her in line.
As they approached the house, Makima's mood grew more playful. "Now, my dear pet," she said, "you must learn to accept and even enjoy your new role." She leaned in close, her breath tickling Kobeni's ear. "After all, who knows what kind of... rewards you might receive for being a good girl?"
Kobeni's face burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't argue. With a small nod, she allowed Makima to lead her inside, the wedgie still in place.
Makima's apartment was much like the woman herself—cool, calculated, and clean. The living room was sparsely furnished with a sleek black couch and a large flat-screen TV that played a news report of another wedgie-related incident.
"Welcome to your new home," Makima said, her voice echoing with a hint of amusement. "Make yourself comfortable," she added, gesturing to the couch.
Kobeni gingerly sat down, her wedgie still in place. She winced as the fabric dug into her asshole, but she dared not move too much. "T-thank you, Mrs. Makima," she murmured, her face still hidden by her underwear.
Makima perched herself on the arm of the couch, watching Kobeni with an amused gaze. "Now, for your reward," she said, her voice dropping into a more serious tone. "Since you've been such a good girl, I think it's only fair that I return the favor."
Kobeni's heart raced. She had no idea what kind of reward Makima had in mind, but she knew it would involve her own wedgie. She tentatively reached behind her to try and adjust it, but the fabric was lodged so deeply that she could barely move it.
"Allow me," Makima said, she began to unravel the wedgie from around Kobeni's head. The sensation was strange and a bit painful, but Kobeni couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as the fabric began to loosen. Her cheeks felt bruised and sore, but she didn't dare protest.
Makima carefully pulled the underwear over Kobeni's ears and down her neck, revealing her flushed face. "There you go," she said with a smile. "Now, for your reward."
Kobeni felt a mix of excitement and dread as she looked up at Makima. The redhead leaned down, her pants tightening around her own voluptuous ass as she bent over. "You know what to do," she instructed, a smirk playing on her lips.
Kobeni's trembling hands reached out tentatively, her own wedgie a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. She took hold of the waistband of Makima's white and red briefs feeling the soft fabric against her fingertips. With a deep breath, she gave a firm yank, pulling the underwear up as hard as she could. Makima's eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips as she was lifted off the couch cushion, her legs kicking in the air.
"Mrs. Makima!" Kobeni exclaimed, feeling a thrill of power she had never experienced before. She watched as Makima's ass cheeks bulged obscenely, the fabric digging in deep, creating a perfect heart-shaped wedgie.
Makima's eyes watered, and she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. "That's it, pet," she encouraged, her voice strained. "Give me a good wedgie."
Kobeni pulled harder, her own wedgie-induced pain forgotten in her newfound role as the one in control. The fabric of Makima's briefs dug deep into her crack, and she could see the beginnings of a red line forming around her waist. "Is this good enough?" she asked, her voice laced with both excitement and trepidation.
Makima's eyes sparkled with a mix of pleasure and pain. "Mmhmm," she murmured, her cheeks flushing as Kobeni's strength surprised her. "Keep going, pet."
Encouraged by Makima's response, Kobeni gave another powerful yank, sending the redhead's underwear so high up her crack that it was a wonder they didn't split apart. The room filled with the sound of fabric stretching to its limits, and Kobeni couldn't help but feel a thrill of power. She had never been the one to give a wedgie before, and she found that she enjoyed it far more than she had ever enjoyed receiving one.
Makima's body arched off the couch, her back bowing as she was held aloft by the sheer force of Kobeni's pull. A soft moan escaped her lips, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the waistband of her briefs dig into the tender flesh of her asshole. The pain was exquisite, and she couldn't help but squirm in place, her legs kicking out in a futile attempt to escape the wedgie.
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