I didn’t even make it out of the gym before getting my br-ahem, my panties tugged up my butt! I had just barely left the locker rooms while stuffing Evelyn’s granny panties down my jeans when the cheerleaders surrounded me eagerly.
“Come on wedgieboy!” Francine spoke up, “Let us see the goods!”
“Yeah! I wanna see what the huge nerdy granny panties Evelyn brought looks on you!” Sarah asked eagerly.
Sandy and Val just stood off to the side, the former bored while the latter was amused as she stared at the girls surrounding me.
I blushed and stammered, trying to refuse them but they were adamant. Not wanting to annoy them too much, I sighed and I turned around and pointed my butt at them. Due to Evelyn’s prior wedgie as well as my rather subpar skills at picking wedgies, there was still a sizable waistband sticking above my jeans.
My face burned as the girls giggled.
“Wow! Look at how much is sticking out! You’re just asking for it wedgieboy~” Francine giggled.
“She is right. If you don’t want to be wedgied so much, don’t be such an easy target.” Sarah chided.
I blushed and was prepared to nod and be on my way when Sandy suddenly walked over.
“Oh please. It’s so obvious girls,” the dark skinned girl said, “He’s a boy and boys get wedgies all the time. It’s a fact of life for his undies to be showing.”
She cracked her knuckles and grabbed my waistband. “Let’s see how these nerdy panties hold up.”
She then launched me high into the air by my newly borrowed panties, causing me to shriek loudly as she expertly lifted me off the ground!
Sandy clicked his tongue, “Ehhhh…it’s just not the same. I think I prefer the rougher textures of the tighty whities.”
“Sorry f-for not having more on hand,” I snarked as she dangled me in the air.
She scoffed, bouncing me up and down further and stretching the panties out. “Don’t get snarky with me wedgieboy.”
She set me back down and Francine took her spot next. I sighed and presented my butt to her again as she grabbed my stretched out panties.
“Good to go wedgieboy?” Francine asked me kindly. I blushed but I gave her a thumbs up.
She giggled and repeated Sandy’s motions, albeit with less finesse. Nevertheless I was easily lifted off my feet and into the air by Francine! I moaned in pain and squeezed my legs together as the blonde cheerleader tugged my panties higher and higher.
Still, I found myself genuinely not minding being wedgied by the cheerleaders too much…
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