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A car rolled into the sizeable parking lot. The speed and movement of the vehicle dictated the age of the driver. A female, 18 years of age, newly out of high school, departed the silver Mercedes-Benz, and grabbed a green bag out of the back seat. She had discovered the car in an auction, and it was also discovered to be an extremely affordable price. $300 of self-repairs later, and the car was ready to be driven in an ordinary fashion. The young woman turned around and locked the car, placing the keys into the pocket of her high-waisted jean shorts. Looking up, she read the sign that displayed "P.Q.F. Recreation Centre," then cautiously approached the door that let to the swimming area of the centre. First-day-at-work questions circled in her mind, yet she continued to walk on. This was her life, and this is what she wanted to do. Looking down at her watch that shone in the bright lights above, it occurred to her that she happened to be twenty-three minutes early to her job as a lifeguard.
Gazing all around the foyer, she took in the design of the room. Four sets of automatic doors marked the entrance to a room that was about twenty metres long, ten metres wide, and three metres in height. The right side held the admission office, and the left side acted as the decoration of the room, which included notice boards, sign up sheets, pictures, and multiple vending machines that sold a variety of junk foods, "healthy" foods, and beverages, which ranged from water to energy drinks. The very end of the room had the doors that led to the change rooms, which in turn owned access to the gym and the pool. In the middle of everything were three backless benches, which were constructed from eleven pieces of shiny wood. Overall, this room was simple, except for the fact that the young woman realized that the second bench held another human; a male of her age, making a weird face at her, as they stared at each other for a couple seconds, then bursted out into laughter.
"Hey Natalia! Nice to see you here," the boy cheerfully said.
"Finn? I didn't know you were a lifeguard!" Natalia smiled as she realized that there was someone she happened to know.
"I'm not, this is my first day, but it's great to know that not everyone will be strangers!" the boy voiced, remaining in his perpetually cheerful tone. Natalia giggled at his cute joyfulness.
"Yeah, I feel the same way, but it's also my first day! We can miserably fail together!" Natalia announced triumphantly. Finn released a slight laugh. He looked at his watch. "We still have twenty-one minutes before we have to get changed," Finn explained, "is there anything you'd like to do?" Natalia pondered while she took a seat next to Finn, setting her bag down. In her peripheral vision, she could see that sitting down next to Finn took him by surprise, and she could also faintly make out the shade of his face, turning a light crimson. She held in more giggles, realizing that there was a chance Finn had a crush on her during high school.
"Hmm." Natalia fidgeted with her brown hair as she wondered, with nothing coming to mind. "I can't think of anything." The two sat in a surprisingly satisfying silence.
"Well," Finn began, "I'm going to get changed early, I got nothing better to do." Natalia nodded and stared at Finn as he walked away, quite slowly as he looked at what the vending machines had to offer him after he was done work. She studied him up and down, and Natalia chuckled when her eyes landed on a point just above his shorts, which was a waistband belonging to underwear. It took all of her will to not laugh out loud. Natalia recalled how Finn wore the stereotypical white briefs during high school, which was discovered when Natalia had given Finn a playful tug on his underwear while they were spending time together at Finn's house. From that point on, the tugs became a routine. While not big, they were numerous, but on top of this, Natalia had unearthed her passion for giving wedgies.
She was unsure why this was, all she knew was that it was enjoyable for her when someone was at the mercy of herself via underwear. She loved feeling the fabric, and was always completely satisfied when the underwear made its own sounds. This wasn't wanted by her, as she thought of it as extremely odd, and felt like she was the only person like this on the earth. It also was not as controllable as she would have liked it to be, so, she gave in. Standing up from the bench, she slowly approached Finn as to take him by surprise. When his back was completely turned to her, and he walked at a normal pace now, she struck. Leaping so she was only centimetres away from him, she grabbed ahold of the exposed waistband and smiled euphorically.
"One for the road, bud!" she declared. Finn gasped as his undergarments were finally pulled. The bright white cotton was launched up Finn's back with the ferocity of a lion attacking its prey. Natalia was grinning like a madman, as pure joy was injected into her body from the pulling. She stop giving rapid tugs and proceeded to just give a long, slow pull to the fabric, testing the stretch, which was her favourite activity to partake in while lending out wedgies to people. Natalia increased the pressure she placed onto the briefs, and in return, the briefs gave in and lent a little more material to Natalia, allowing her to pull even higher.
"Oh my god! These are even stretchier than I remember!" Natalia reported to her audience of one person.
After several seconds, she decided that he could use a break, and the underwear happened to be at the point of Finn's neck, so Natalia stopped trying to pull the briefs to increase the size, but retained the exertion of strength she placed on it, as she paused to reminisce over the previous wedgies she had relentlessly released upon Finn. It brought delight to her. She lived to give wedgies. To prove her point, Natalia gave a merciless yank to Finn's underwear, causing him to be forced into the air from the wedgie. A "pop!" was heard from the fabric, and it acted as beautiful music sent to please her ears. She let go as the underwear gave a half attempt to retract fully, falling short, and leaving the waistband and part of the briefs dangling from his shorts, caused by the continuous stretching Natalia did.
"Later bud," Natalia said as she smirked, leaving Finn astonished in one place. She made her way to the change rooms, bag in hand, unintentionally swaying her hips, as if to hypnotize Finn if he looked to long. The high-waisted jean shorts that she sported added to the scene, as Finn gazed at her derrière. Finn would have continued to obsess over her bum, but Natalia opened the door to the women's change rooms, and as she made her way in, the door automatically closed behind her.
The swimming part of the recreation centre was closing for one hour, so the place began to slowly but surely seep out people, until only two people remained in the building; Finn and Natalia. The time read 5:43 as both strode out of the change rooms into the foyer at the same time, fatigued from telling the general public what to do.
"Hey Nat'! How'd you find work?" Finn asked in an innocent tone.
"Eh, kinda boring, what about yourself?" replied Natalia.
"Yeah, it's not too fun, but I suppose we'll get used to it." A buzz came from within the pocket of Finn's dark jeans, and he reached in and produced a phone. "One second, my mom texted me." He paused for a while to read the sent message, his facial tone shifting from tired to surprised as he continued to observe the text. "Hey, uh, my parents are going out for dinner with some friends from 6 'til 9 o' clock, which means 6 'til 11. I have no plans, want to come over and do whatever?" Natalia thought for a moment, then proceeded to answer.
"Yeah, I don't have anything planned to do either, sounds good!" She was excited to have something to do. Finn was extremely nice, and they always had a good time together, so there was no reason for her to refuse the offer.
"Sweet!" The two exited the building and headed for each of their cars. Natalia opened the gleaming door and plopped down on the black seat, proceeding to sigh and smile to herself. Ten minutes later, the two pulled into the parking lot of a large household. Beige stucco created the outside, with a brownish-grey shingled roof. A vast yard surrounded residence, with a flower garden that consisted of many different sizes and colours. It was a very beautiful house, and Natalia cherished her time spent there. The pair withdrew from their vehicles and walked towards the great wooden door that acted as the barrier between the alluring property and the outside world. Finn unlocked the door and they both stepped into the house. Taking their shoes off, the two headed towards the right; where the living room was. A simple room, decorated with paintings, plants, a fireplace, a mantel with family photos, and a television, all encircling a humongous grey leather couch in the middle of the room. Finn flopped onto the couch, while Natalia insisted on lying down on its soft surface. The two sat for a minute or two, relaxing, and enjoying summer.
"So, what do you want to do?" Finn asked
"I dunno," was the reply that Natalia quickly delivered to Finn. She contemplated what possibilities they could partake in, before smirking and continuing the conversation. "How was that killer wedgie I gave ya earlier?"
"Ha. Embarrassing as hell. I can't believe you did that in public."
"I can't believe you still wear tighty-whities. You basically are asking for a wedgie if you put those on in the morning, and by the looks of it, you got a pretty terrible one," she retorted.
"Eh, it wasn't too bad," Finn said, then shrugged. Natalia immediately sat up.
"Pardon?" Natalia cocked an eyebrow. "I'll let you know, mister, that I have a record of being able to give quite the wedgie."
"Whatever, at least no one was there to see you're mediocre wedgie," Finn said as he rolled his eyes. Natalia sensed a hefty amount of cheek in his talking, as if to purposely provoke her into an action.
"Listen, bud, if you want to test my awesome wedgie skills than be my guest. Don't make me give you an atomic wedgie." There was silence in the air. Finn's cheekiness turned into confusion.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I have no idea what that is," Finn explained innocently. Natalia slid on the couch until she was right beside Finn, and placed her hand behind his backside.
"Part of me wants to tell you," Natalia began, "but the opposite part of me wants to show you." Finn processed, then his mind clicked, but it was too late. Natalia grabbed ahold of a fresh waistband, and Finn froze. "For your impudence, sweetie, I am presenting to you, the infamous, the notorious, and the disreputable wedgie of legends. However, above all, this wedgie is the most beautiful thing in the universe within its simplicity." Finn looked down in shame, but never told Natalia to stop her goal. She pushed on his back so they were both standing up, as she got into position. "Enjoy, champ." She patted him on the shoulder, then grabbed the waistband and ran her fingers over it, with her palms facing up, so her thumbs were the digits that investigated the inside of the waistband. The fingers found a suitable spot to rest on, and they followed up by curling around the waistband, resulting in an underhand grip on the briefs. She stomped her feet a little to show her excitement, resembling an overly hyper child on Christmas Day. This pair of underwear was her jean-wrapped present.
Natalia entered her own heaven, as she released an expertise pull to the snow-coloured briefs. In one yank, the undergarments were rocketed up until it reached Finn's upper-mid back. Natalia closed her eyes and entered a mental state of pure euphoria. The material felt stunning on her smooth hands. It gave her exhilaration as she felt the cotton thinning from being stretched. There was an art to giving wedgies, and Natalia had mastered that art to her own advantages. She knew exactly how to pull the skivvies to give her the maximum amount of stretch possible. Currently, the appropriate time to display this artistic skill to her advantage was now. The bonus was that giving this wedgie felt amazing to her.
Opening her eyes, Natalia made the decision that another pull was necessary for the underwear, and she took no break, diving straight into her work. This second pull was slower, meaning more euphoric feeling for Natalia, as these quiet moments before the real pulling lasted longer. She inhaled through her nose, not expecting to smell anything. However, the scent that seeped in was joy. Her senses happened to completely congested with delight. She persisted to slowly add force to this hauling of the undies, continuing to spread the seams of the underpants, in order for the fabric to reach its full expansion. The blank waistband delicately crawled up Finn's spinal region, like a spider conquering the height of its own web. The more power she put behind the pull, the higher the waistband reached, as if extending its grasp to Finn's crown was the only thing it had on its mind. Natalia proceeded by not delaying this onslaught, continuing the pull to the underwear that fed her hunger for bliss. However, this bliss was interrupted, as the material soon began to make sounds of strain, indicating that the skivvies could no longer be stretched normally.
Natalia kept her hands in their current place, though, because the sounds of strain created by the fabric acted as Natalia's personal Beethoven, fabricating an exquisite melody that she could listen to until the year 3005. Nevertheless, she had a mission, and she intended on completing her quest. Because the underwear had reached its maximum capacity to naturally stretch, Natalia would have pull with enough force to permanently extend the cotton, meaning that she could continue increasing the size of the undies. Luckily, she had planned for this. Natalia gave slack and hopped on seat of the couch, then directed Finn around the perimeter of the couch, so he ended up with his back turned to the couch's armrest, meaning that Natalia could stand on the flat surface of the armrest and tower over Finn, giving her access to keep pulling. With this added height of about half a meter, Natalia continued with her relentless assault on the "tighty-whities," as she preferred to call them. In order to give a good stretch to the underwear, Natalia gave a tiny amount of slack to the skivvies, in which Finn decided to relax slightly. This relaxation was short lived as Natalia gave a lightning fast pull to the cotton, which rewarded her with a popping sound, meaning that some threads snapped, which in turn meant that the underwear had grown bigger. Natalia repeated this move as she was addicted to the sound it made.
She continued to replicate this move until the cotton was approximately four more rapid pulls away from ripping. At this point, the waistband was at the base of Finn's head. To ensure the elastic material did not tear from the main fabric, which would ruin the humiliation she had planned, Natalia switched her grip from the waistband to the leg holes, which had emerged from Finn's dark jeans and were about twenty centimetres above his waistline. Natalia held the leg holes of the briefs with the same underhand grip she had placed on the waistband. She duplicated the action she was doing to permanently stretch the elastic material that coated the leg holes, which ensued ecstasy within her body, as the leg holes responded to the rapid jerks with plenty of popping, and this acted as a motivator for Natalia, so the vicious cycle would continue until Natalia felt it necessary to end, or the briefs tore.
After multiple ferocious heaves, Natalia halted from the savage jerks and decided that her objective would be possible. Going back to the waistband, Natalia deposited an overhand grip, so it would be easier to pull the underwear over Finn's head. She pulled slowly but ruthlessly, never removing pressure on the undergarments, only adding. Without even being at its full extension, the skivvies had reached the top of Finn's cranium. All of the pieces to her master plan were in place; Natalia just needed to execute the scheme. Moving her left hand to the middle of the waistband, she removed her right hand and used it to ease Finn's head backwards, making her job slightly easier, as she was prepared to finish off her strategy.
She closed her eyes to enjoy this moment for a little while longer. Contentment filled her mind. Natalia wished she could stay right here forever, listening to the underpants' many voices, going through the different levels of euphoria, and perpetually improving her proficiency of the wedgie. The tension in the white material caused a low and quiet shrieking, as if Finn's briefs were screaming at Natalia to keep going, to never stop giving wedgies. Natalia kindly obliged. Wedgies were her art, and the underwear was the canvas. Natalia had no intentions of keeping all of her artistic talent inside, so she supplied it onto the briefs of her best friend. With one final haul, the cotton was completely brought over his eyes, and the waistband was hooked right under his nose. Natalia released her right hand from his head, and let her masterpiece do its own action. She stepped back to observe her artwork. The white underwear, which had previously been preciously tucked away inside Finn's dark jeans. Now, they were stretched all the way to his head, over his eyes, and beneath his nose. To her, it was gorgeous. This wedgie was jaw-dropping in its beauty. There was nothing on the planet like it. And it had all been courtesy of her. She had fantasized of one day being able to give an atomic wedgie, and her fantasy was now the current reality. And she cherished every nanosecond of it.
"Now THAT, my darling, is a proper atomic wedgie, also known as the best thing in the world," Natalia announced triumphantly. Her brain was in full gear. She shut her eyes for a final time, in order to reflect on her artistry. Some of her senses appeared to be heightened. She could hear every little noise, smell every little smell, and she feel the elation in the air. Her brain raced at an uncountable amount of kilometres per hour. Her body seemed to currently be entire comprised of the state of utter glee. Only two things were important to her mind and anatomy now: when would she give her next wedgie, and the feeling of absolute euphoria.
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