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“Hmm…hmm…ah, one of these should work well…” Emmy the witch muttered to herself as she walked to the nearby village, writing a list of supplies that she would need to gather before she and Maya went on their journey to improve her magic. After that incident with Mistress Aurora, she wasn’t excited to be going on such an adventure, but if she was going to do it, she needed to be prepared.
“Wait…is that…no way!” A familiar sounding voice snapped Emmy out of her concentration, her blue eyes widening as she saw the figure near galloping towards her. Tall, dressed in flowing, purple robes, and long, wavy blonde hair…Emmy knew the woman all too well. She especially knew the feeling of Helen wrapping Emmy’s neck in a headlock; typically proceeded by knuckle-to-scalp action but she was thankfully denied this torment this time.
“It’s been a hot second Aemilia, or rather, I hear you’re going by Emmy nowadays!” Helen grinned as she spoke, keeping the not-nearly-as-excited woman trapped in her arms. “And how’s my favorite magic-less dork doing?”
“H-H-Hey!” Emmy protested, immediately grabbing the brim of her hat and pulling it down over her face in order to hide her blushing face. “I-I’ll have you know I managed to cast a spell the other day!”
A chuckle left Helen’s lips as the fellow witch finally removed her arms from Emmy’s neck. The raven-haired woman grumbling as she readjusted her hat and robes. A slight blush and visible annoyance plastered on her face.
“S-So what are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Mistress Aurora?” Emmy asked, her hands uncrumpling the piece of paper she had crumpled due to the surprise headlock from Helen.
“Oh yeah, I guess since you got sent off, you didn’t hear.” Helen stated, a slight smile on her face as she shrugged her arms. “I got kicked out! Such a shame, really.”
“K-Kicked out?” Emmy asked, genuinely confused by what Helen had just said. Helen was far more in tune with her magical capabilities than she was, after all. “W-Why would Mistress Aurora…”
“Oh, come now, Emmy!~” Helen interrupted, a smug smile on her face as she continued to continued to speak. “I think you know exactly why I got kicked out!”
A sigh left Emmy’s lips as she realized all too well what Helen was now referring to. It wasn’t because she wasn’t up to snuff, it was for a reason that Emmy was far, far too familiar with at this point. She was about to open her mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted by Helen speaking once again.
“Oh, and speaking of…it has been soooooo long since I last had a look at your adorable panties, Emmy! It’s a good thing I met you, otherwise I might now have gotten to have so much fun! Especially after being so cruelly kicked out!” Helen chuckled as she pulled her staff from her back, quickly channeling it with magical energy as the area around Emmy’s…bottom also felt a tinge of magical energy around it.
“Oh, not agaaaIIIIIIN!!” Emmy yelped as she was launched into the air by her undergarments, the lower half of her robes flipping up as well as she was flown into the air. Exposing her now jiggling bottom as she bungeed slightly up and down. Her hands shooting to her crotch as she hung in the air by her undies.
“Daaaamn!” Helen whistled as she circled around the dangling woman, her eyes fixated on the large behind of her wedgie victim. Giving a few magical bounces every so often just to watch the two orbs that were Emmy’s butt jiggle slightly. “I remember your butt being big, Emmy, but you’ve only been gone for like a day! And yet it’s already so much bigger! Been chomping down on the sweets?”
“M-My butt hasn’t gotten b-bigger, that’s not even possible!” Emmy complained through a stammering voice; her butt chafing thanks to the simple black fabric slicing through it certainly did no favors to her manner of speaking. “A-And wait, my butt wasn’t big in the- nnnnnnghhh…”
Emmy once again brought the brim of her hat over face, interrupting her own sentence and forgoing the soothing of her crotch. Instead going for hiding her embarrassment, as best as one could anyway. When receiving a butt splitting mega wedgie in the middle of the forest road, humiliation spread across one’s face is usually one of the easier things to hide.
“Ahah, so easy to tease, Emmy.” Helen smirked. “But honestly, you should be proud of your large assets! After all, they don’t always come to every girl!”
Helen teased Emmy more as she continued to bounce the girl up and down, eliciting a number of jiggles from Emmy’s rumbling posterior. The twin, pale moons shaking as if they were jello in an earthquake.
“I-It’s not! M-my butt is not f-fat!” Emmy protested, continuing to hide her shame in her hat. As much as she could hold onto it being bounced up and down like she was, anyway. A laugh left Helen’s lips as she stopped bouncing Emmy for only a brief moment. Lowering her down so said quivering buttocks would be eye level to Helen.
“Now…I don’t believe I said anything about ‘fat’. That was all your wording.” Helen giggled as Emmy’s arms went limp to her sides. Not even bothering to pull down her hat any longer. Not to mention the massive scarlet blush that came across Emmy’s face, not that Helen could see, of course, being far too fixated on mocking Emmy’s fat rear end at the moment.
“I- that is- you-“ Emmy stammered out, unsure of how to process what was currently racing through her mind. Of course, she knew very well how to process the sound that came after.
*SMACK*
“Meep! M-My booty!” Emmy cried out as her hands shot to her backside, which had just felt the familiar sting of a hand smacking a butt cheek.
“Tell me, Emmy. If your butt isn’t ‘fat’ as you put it, then how could it possibly do…this!” Helen said as she delivered a few more quick slaps to Emmy’s waiting posterior, the witch yelping in pain with each swat to her poor ass. It was bad enough that she was being magically wedgied; did Helen have to add the spanking too!?
“Look at it! Jiggling about everywhere! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you replaced your butt with gelatin in some spell gone wrong!” Helen commented on the rapid jiggling of Emmy’s buttocks as another pair of Emmy’s cheeks were quickly becoming crimson. “Of course, I know that can’t be right. As your ass IS this big, and you couldn’t cast an actual spell to save your life!”
“Hnnngh…” Emmy groaned out as tears began to well in her eyes. It was bad enough that Helen was giving her a wedgie, spanking her, AND mocking her for her butt size, but did she REALLY have to throw in the jab about her magical abilities too?
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
Of course, it wasn’t like she had much time to contemplate such petty insults while her butt was currently being roasted by Helen’s palm. The blonde witch currently laughing her maniacal head as she went to town on the poor girl’s bubble butt.
“Ehehe…my, I wonder if it’ll ever stop jiggling. What do you think, Emmy? Will your fat ass stop some time this century?” Helen sarcastically asked, giving one last slap to Emmy’s behind before growing bored of the bouncing bottom.
“Are w-we…done yet…?” Emmy groaned out. Her butt and butt crack on fire due to the current circumstances.
“Oh no, don’t be silly! You haven’t admitted your ass is fat yet!” Helen smiled as she continued to rail on Emmy’s poor, battered behind.
“Ugh…f-fine…my ass is f-f-fat…” Emmy stammered out, bringing her hat over her face in shame over what she just said. “C-Can you let me down now?”
Oh, but that would be so boring, Emmy! I haven’t even introduced you to my favorite new carnival ride!” Helen shouted, utilizing magic to lift Emmy back into the air.
“Wh-what are you-“
“THE TILT-A-WHIRL!” Helen shouted as she twirled her staff slightly, with Emmy following suit as the magical energy around her panties began to spin her around. It was slow at first; certainly not pleasant for Emmy’s battered behind, but it certainly wasn’t vomit inducing. Keyword being: “at first.” The pace began to slowly ramp as the spinning grew faster and faster. Increasing the amount of fabric being jammed being the pair of now bright red buttocks.
The centrifugal force of the wedgie began to take its toll on Emmy as tears began to well up in her eyes and a scream leaving her lips. She had received many wedgies before to be sure, but she never could get used to them, as the pain betwixt her buttocks could attest to. Plus, being flung around like a child’s toy was certainly a unique wedgie experience that made both her ass hurt and her eyes spin. After a point, Emmy simply became a blur of black, her robes and hair pretty much merging together in a sense as she became a human tornado in the air. With Emmy’s voice quickly becoming shrill as the massive spinning wedgie threatened to become a permanent part of her.
“Hey, what’s with all the…noise…?”
A voice suddenly cut through the screaming as Helen’s eyes were drawn to a new figure having come out of the forest to see what the commotion was all about. Emmy stopped spinning as well, much to her thankfulness, though her eyes certainly didn’t stop spinning until a while after the fact.
“Ehh…M-Ma…ya…?” Emmy stammered out, still very clearly dizzy. Though she was snapped back to reality once she was unceremoniously dropped onto the ground, her panties trailing out of her near smoking butt and onto the ground beside her. The green-haired elf, however, narrowed her eyes at the witch in front of her. Crossing her arms and angrily tapping her foot as well as she began to speak.
“So. Mind telling who you are and what you’re doing with my friend?” Maya asked, frustration clearly evident on her face as she interrogated the blonde witch in front of her.
“Ohoh, you must be this ‘Maya’ I’ve heard about. Tell me, shouldn’t you worry about breaking a hip, grandma?” Helen smirked as she spat out those words, striking directly towards Maya’s age and elven heritage.
“H-Hey! I am only five hundred years old, I’ll have you know!” Maya protested, stamping her foot down in frustration. Rolling her eyes and scoffing in an attempt to hide the red blush that crossed her face.
“You know what? Screw it! It’s clear what’s going on, I’ll just kick your butt!” Maya declared as she cracked her knuckles, rushing towards the blonde witch as her green hair fluttered behind her.
“Ah…you dorks just make it so easy, don’t you?” Helen mused as she chuckled at the charging elf in front of her. With Helen once again raising her staff as magical energy swirled inside of it, channeling a spell that was targeted directly at Maya’s posterior. Or, more specifically, Maya’s panties.
“Guh! C’mon, haven’t I had enough wedgies for a decade!?” Maya yelped as the green fabric jammed its way in between her cheeks. Though rather than flying off into the air like what happened to Emmy, Maya stayed firmly rooted onto the ground. Though it certainly didn’t help ease the panties of her panties sawing into her lower half.
“Not as large of an ass as good ‘ol Emmy over here, but your panties seem to be just as stretchy. Want to test the limits of them? Helen smirked as she raised her staff up higher, the sound of stretching fabric and Maya’s yelps of pain filling the air as her panties continued to cleave through her buttocks.
“Y-You-! Once you rip my panties, you’re so dead!” Maya sputtered out, her eye twitching in pain from the fabric jammed in between her cheeks.
“Ripping them? Why would I do such a thing?” Helen pondered, putting her finger to her chin in a sarcastic fashion before her facial expression once again swapped to a far more sadistic one. “After all, doesn’t it make far more sense for a predator to play with their food?~”
Following those words was an effort that Maya would later describe as “that blonde jackass trying to split me in half”. As rather than bounce Maya up and down in the air, Helen went for a more…vertical option. Magically forcing the underwear forward over Maya’s shoulder, forcing the elf to fall down onto her hands and knees. Her panties ramming themselves back and forth, causing Maya to buck back and forth as her eyes twitched.
“Y-You…” Maya sputtered own, her eyes rolling back into her head from the pain. Her panties stretching beyond her head at this point.
“My, is that all you can manage? You had so much bravado before! Though, I suppose you elves have more sensitive bottoms than others.” Helen said as she squatted down to meet Maya’s twitching eyes.
“Th-that is not how that-“
“And I already don’t care.” Helen swiftly interrupted, standing back up as her eyes seem to glaze away from both the moaning, near unconscious Emmy and the angry, wedgied Maya. “I know you and Emmy have been friends for a bit now, but there’s always room for growth! Let’s get the both of you a bit more…acquainted, shall we say?”
With a move of her staff, Maya moved too, her panties acting like a leash as they dragged her around. Of course, unbeknownst to Emmy, Maya was currently being positioned directly behind Emmy.
“Y-You wouldn’t dare!” Maya shouted; her closeness to Emmy snapping the witch out of her wedgie trauma from earlier.
“H-Huh, what is…w-where is my hat…” Emmy stammered out, her eyes lazily moving around in an attempt to find her hat which had been sent flying after the centrifugal wedgie from earlier.
“To answer both of you…first, don’t worry Emmy, I’m gonna give you a new one! And second…” Helen flashed a wicked grin as she flicked her staff forward, causing the fabric to pull forward and stretch out beyond Emmy’s head. “…yes, I would.”
With those words, Maya’s panties snapped down onto Emmy’s chin, and the force of the wedgie pulled Maya forward as well. Forcing the elf’s face into Emmy’s thick, wedgied butt cheeks, her slender, elven features practically being swallowed by the twin moons that was Emmy’s ass.
Both women couldn’t help but scream, something that did not please Emmy who felt every reverberation from Maya’s voice. While Emmy got away with not receiving a second wedgie, Maya’s face being shoved in there did not help the fabric that was already thoroughly jammed in between said cheeks. And of course, the combination of wedgie and butt smothering wasn’t exactly a happy marriage.
“Not exactly the most proper centaur wedgie, but with both of you dorks eating dirt, I did what I had to do. But I’ve gotten bored now.” Helen shrugged, placing her staff on her back. “That shouldn’t take too long for you to get out of, of course, but I’ll be long gone by the time you do!~”
Emmy and Maya could only struggle in their situation as the sound of footsteps against the ground grew more and more distant. While the only thing stopping keeping them in their situation was, thankfully, a single pair of panties, it was still tight enough that it would take the thoroughly exhausted Emmy longer than either of them would’ve hoped for…
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“Ugh…I-I’m going to need to sit on a block of ice…as soon as possible…” Emmy groaned as her hand was sandwiched between her buns. Trying to grip onto as much fabric as she could to pry the massive wedgie she had received.
“Ugh, this isn’t fair!” Maya was likewise in a similar situation, though she was more angry about her situation than embarrassed, unlike her friend Emmy. “C’mon…can’t you do something?”
Over the last few minutes, after they had freed themselves, Maya had done nothing but complain. Emmy couldn’t blame her, after all, she also was dealing with the wedgie of a lifetime at the moment. But even still, no matter how many times Emmy told Maya that she couldn’t, she persisted.
“C’mooooon, Emmy! I’m sure you know curses or something! If anyone deserves it, it’s her!” Maya protested, her butt sore and her pride ruined. She wanted revenge, dammit!
“Hnngh…f-fine! I-I’ll try my best!” Emmy shouted, finally giving into Maya’s increasingly annoying demands. Giving up on prying the fabric out of her cheeks at the moment as she pulled her staff from her bag, channeling it with as much magical energy and malice as she could. She thought about the horrific wedgies and humiliation she suffered at the hands of her bully…and…
“EEEEEEK!” The sound of the shrieking women and the sound of cotton stretching was heard almost all throughout the forest as the fabric that hung limply out of their butt cracks began to come to life. The “spell” that Emmy had accidentally fired off, the one that was intended for Helen, had once again backfired on the pair of women. As the panties pushed Emmy and Maya together, wrapping the pair together in a comedically massive wrapping wedgie. Covering their entire upper body and down to their thighs in black, white, and green fabric. Steam practically pouring from the butt cracks as the wedgie art piece was finished in a matter of seconds.
“An-and now...you see…why I said I couldn’t do i-it…” Emmy stammered out through pained breath, eyes tearing up as well thanks to the sheer pain of the entire thing.
“I’m beginning…to not be a big fan of magic…” Maya also sputtered out, in a very similar mental state as Emmy was at the moment.
Unfortunately for the both of them, this wedgie took far, far longer to get out of compared to the centaur wedgie…