The whole way home, Jacob held his Butt and walked funny. Even though his hiney was hurt, he was satisfied. He felt refreshed and relieved that he was given a series of wedgies such as the ones he had just experienced a while ago. Now he was almost home, humming a tune about wedgies.
“What comes from behind, a surprise every time, and fills the giver with joy! A crack attack, that will floss butt plaque, everyone loves a wedgie! It gives you a lift, your undies will rip, it’ll Indian burn your cornhole! When you pull your pants down, they’re covered with brown, everyone loves a wedgie! A wedgie! A wedgie! It brings such wonderful joy! A wedgie! A wedgie! It’s fit for a girl or a boy!” He sang to himself while thinking about what other wedgies he would be given in the future.
(The song is legit. Find it here: https://m.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=J... )
As he hummed the song to himself, he unlocked the door to his house and sighed in comfort knowing that he was home alone, just the way he liked it.
Or was he?
“Hey wedgie boy!” The demon girl said as she glomped Jacob with her massive bust.
The boy muffled screamed in response. He was more of an ass-man, go figure for the wedgie fetish, but he wasn’t going to say that a face full of tits wasn’t hot at all. It was so attractive to him that he almost immediately came in his pants. “Ah! He yelled as he hit his orgasm without even touching himself.
The demoness saw the wet spot on his pants and laughed. “Looks like someone’s a premature ejaculater!” She giggled, and Jacob blushed at her blatant observation.
The demon girl released Jacob from her breast hug. “So, how was your first day of the rest of your wedgie-filled life?” She asked, curious as to how her spell worked out.
Jacob beamed. “It was great, everyone watched me get wedgies from the principal and his prefects. They even hung me up the flagpole!” He blushed as he reminisced about the humiliation he “suffered” earlier. “Thank you so much....um....” he trailed, not knowing how to thank her properly without knowing her name.
The demon girl smiled. “Delilah. You can call me Delilah,” she answered. “So you wanna change into some fresh undies and maybe I can give you a few good ones? Or do you want to put some medicine on your butt crack first? From the way I saw you walk home, your butt must be killing you right now, right?”
Jacob thought about his choices. He really wanted to do wedgies again as soon as possible but his butt really did hurt from the flagpole wedgie. Finally, he made his decision:   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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