As Zara approached, she forced Ainsley back until the blonde spy found her back to a row of lockers. Zara smirked, cracking her knuckles as she prepared to put this spy in her place and capture her in the name of Queen Lucia. But when Ainsley beckoned to her with two fingers, the 7 foot woman made a grave mistake.
with a roar, she bent low and leaned forwards before attempting a full-on diving tackle! She sailed through the air right at Ainsley like a missile fully intent on colliding with her. But instead, she could only watch as the spy slipped to the side and let her collide face-first with a locker door.
THUD!
"Bwuh!?" Stunned both by her headfirst collision and the loud sound it caused, Zara Greaves groaned and fell onto all fours, rubbing her face gingerly. Unbeknownst to her though was that Ainsley was positioned right behind her with her eyes on the fat cakes stuffed into the purple spandex bottoms and black armor.
Zara felt fingers grip her bottoms and her breath caught in her throat. The tugging began with more and more spandex being forced down her wide hips before they fell to her knees in one mighty pull! already, she could feel her lip quivering and face growing hot.
"Hehe n-no way... You're kidding right?" Ainsley snickered, drinking in the unbelievably sight before her.
"Sh-shut up! Th-there's nothing wrong with my undies!" Zara whined, trying to cover them with one hand.
But it was a fool's errand. Such an expanse of bright cotton couldn't possibly be masked by a singular hand let alone two. Covering her tanned moons was a massive pair of pastel pink granny panties with pastel yellow frills making up the leg holes and waistband. The print adorning the soft pink fabric were chibified versions of Rapunzel. And to make matters worse, WEDNESDAY was there plain as day written on her thick waistband!
"Nothing wrong with them? They're so... childish! Dorky! Lame! And huge too!" Ainsley casually sauntered over and patted Zara's backside in awe. Her hand took in the soft, cloudlike feeling of the granny panties before drifting upwards and gripping the thick, yellow frilly waistband along with her other hand.
The Greek Queensguard felt a lump in her throat and terror coursing through her. She desperately clenched her flabby cheeks but every dork knows it did nary a thing to prevent the pain of a serious...
"W-WEDGIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGH!!!!!" Zara's eyes crossed hard, her granny panties rocketing towards the ceiling all thanks to the small spy she was supposed to defeat. Her crack was stuffed full of dorky fabric, hips jutting up and back. "Nohoooooo!!! L-let my undies goooooo! You're stretching out Rapunzel!!!"
"Wow you even have your name on the tag? Can you get and lamer?" The spy mocked, giving sharp tugs to keep the granny panties as taut as she could. There on the tag on the inside was Zara's full name, as if she was scared someone else might end up with her dorky granny panties by mistake. "Let's take these bedsheets for a ride..."
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