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The next day, Cindy woke up and rubbed her sore ass from the previous night. She got dressed and ate breakfast in a jiffy, although it was not quick enough to catch her bus. Her mother had to drive her to school. Once she entered the school, Cindy noticed that everyone seemed rather excited. Of coarse, everyone was excited for the home coming game later that night and the home coming dance the next night. She preferred the excited atmosphere of the school before a big game as suppose to a normal day where everything seemed dead and the only form of entertainment was for the bullies who bullied people all the time. After a party in first period, she made her way to the girls room, but she was not alone. Little did she know that some of the school bullies had followed her into the bathroom as well. Before she could get into a stall, she her a sicker and some whispering and before she knew it, Cindy was face to face with three of the school’s most beautiful cheerleaders and bullies. “Well well well, said one of them, looks like we got ourselves another looser, killin’ the homecoming vibes.” “She is also ugly as fuck and would never get a date to the dance, just look at her butt,” said another one. Cindy looked down and noticed her butt jutted out even in her jeans, which were much baggier than those worn by the cheerleaders and which were covering her boots. In fact Cindy’s butt was big enough that she could make out the pantie lines from under her jeans. “There is nothing wrong with my butt, said Cindy. But without any response, she was forcefully turned around so that the bullies were now facing the massive butt of Cindy. One forced her hands down into her jeans and fish out the waistband and yanked it up as hard as she could. Cindy yelped as the other cheerleaders laughed. OMG, these are the lamest panties I have ever scene!” said the cheerleader. Indeed, Cindy’s panties were large pink granny panties with ponies on them. They were older ones from when she was younger, that still managed to fit around Cindy’s thin waist and big butt. The other cheerleaders came over and took a portion of Cindy’s exposed undies. They were enormous in size. They were also thick with cotton and elastic material. The bullies kept on bouncing her and pulling on Cindy’s panties and with each pull, they stretched farther and farther up her back. The once soft, comfy panties were becoming Cindy’s ultimate torture device, as they were now being pull up to the back of her neck. The pulling was insufferable from the three cheerleaders, who stretched the panties up and over Cindy’s head. Cindy could feel the soft waistband and cotton on her forehead as her granny panties were pulled down to her face. Her world became a thick layer of pink, cotton panties as her underwear was stretched over her nose and mouth and were hooked to her chin in a painful atomic wedgie. Exasperated and tired, Cindy couldn’t help but to breath in the smell of butt and elastic, but her torture was not over. One of the cheerleaders picked Cindy up by the stretched panties and lifted Cindy up from the ground. The cheerleader played with Cindy’s granny panties much like a kid would play with a Yo yo, as ascent Cindy from the floor and bounced her up and down. She then walked Cindy over to an open locker door with some hooks on it. Cindy ascended higher from the ground and felt her ultimate demise as she felt her own underwear clasped onto the hook. She was dropped and almost touched the floor when her panties bounced her back up. The cheerleaders laughed their asses off as Cindy bounced up and down and swung from the door. After some embarrassing pictures with her pink granny panties stretched over her head in the back, above her breasts in the front, and airborne in a hanging, atomic wedgie, the bullies shut the door hard, causing her to swing out from the door bump butt first back into the metal door in the dark locker. The locker was like a torture cell where her feet dangled from the bottom and the wall were metal.
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