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   The constant clicks of a jackhammer forced me to open my eyes for a nice, summertime slumber. Sitting up in my bed, I look out the slightly dirty window to my left to see construction underway, starting far too early for any normal human being. I reach to my mahogany bedside table and sloppily pat my hand around for my phone. The bluish white light stings my eyes as I stare into the brightness, waiting for my eyes to adjust.


   I groan, throw my phone to the side, and fling myself face first back into my baby blue sheets, burying my head in my pillows. The summer before university, where you soak up rays, eat bad food, and where construction starts much too early in the morning. Despite my best efforts, the sound that drilled into my ears did not fade. Defeated, I rose from my bed and stepped onto the white carpet of my bedroom, closing my eyes and stretching my arms up to get all of that sleepy stiffness out of my system. I opened my eyes and began to walk to my bedroom door. I felt a vibration to my right, seeing my phone lit up once again. I walked towards the light and crouched down to pick it up. A text notification filled up the screen. I opened my phone and made my way to the messaging icon, tapping on it. A text from my group chat of friends.

   whos free today

   I smiled. What an awesome way to spend a Friday.

   what time and whose house

   I turned my phone off to wait and see who else was interested in meeting up on a cloudy and humid day. I walked towards the door once again. The cool metal handle made me jump, as I turned it clockwise. I headed down the stairs, preparing to see if anyone was awake when I realized I was home alone. My parents do an annual trip together in the third week of June where they head east to see my extended family. I was never a big fan of my mom's side of the family, and would only go to see them if there was no other choice. This time, there were other choices, so I happily took the offer of house-watching for five days. I was never a good party host, so there were no worries of the house being destroyed when they arrived. I made my way to the fridge in the kitchen when my phone vibrated in my hand.

   im in

   I decided it would be a good time to reply.

   my house, any time past 11

   sweet cya then

   I set my phone down on the marble-topped island in the kitchen and got some eggs out, wanting to have a full stomach and get the house set up for my friends. Although I couldn't handle a party, three guests were manageable. I set the egg carton on the island, excited to get my panties ripped out of my pants by my friends at 11 o' clock.


   I was sprawled across the couch watching Sherlock when the doorbell rang. Since the arrangement to meet up, I had changed from my pajamas into blue skinny jeans and a brown belt, a black shirt, and some black taco socks. I love tacos. I jumped up from the couch and hopped towards the door, opening it to find two of the three friends, Angelica and Macy.

   "Hey, guys!" They walked in as we hugged. Macy always puts her head to the left when she hugs people, and I put mine to the right, so my face made a collision with her circular wire-framed glasses. She's a weird hugger. We laughed it off as we all headed towards the staircase that led downstairs. It was a big room that held a TV, all our consoles, and a couple couches. Most importantly, it was where the sacred fabric pulling took place. Wedgies. Introduced in my early teens, I took on a sexual liking towards them. I couldn't describe why. They just... work. I'm a pretty open person, so eventually, I told my closest friend at the time; Macy. Funny enough, she shared the same feelings for them. It was almost too perfect when she told me that Angelica got her engines revving by wedgies, as well. And then there's Amelia. She moved here a couple years ago. By then, Macy, Angie and I had been well experienced with wedgies. We knew how someone like us would react to getting a wedgie. One, regular, bland, tasteless, completely average day, it happened. Amelia had been living here for a couple weeks, and she received a wedgie from another girl in our class. I mean, they're not something crazily out of the ordinary. They're on TV everywhere. Guys get 'em, girls get 'em. It's a piece of the puzzle in slapstick comedy. They aren't weird, but somehow, they got sexualized by our bodies. We saw Amelia's reaction, we looked at each other, and we knew. From there on, out little wedgie cult had been formed. We pushed the boundaries on how far underwear could stretch. We created new wedgies.

   But the best part? No one had a clue except us. We had a system of getting rid of ripped underwear. We would stuff it in a used up toilet paper roll, and dispose of it in the bathroom garbage can. I've heard of people going through the kitchen's garbage, but never have I experienced someone going through the bathroom garbage. We had worked out the logistics on everything. Despite this, we were still regular people. We could go out in public and hang out with each other without talking about wedgies, but when we did talk about them? Oh boy, we could drone on for hours. The meaning of life is to find your own meaning, and we had found ours.

   As soon as our butts hit the couch, the doorbell rang. Amelia had finally arrived. I ran upstairs, with Angelica and Macy trailing behind me. I looked at my phone.


   I swung the door open, and there stood Amelia.

   "You're four minutes late," I began. "You're getting the first wedgie."
   "Gladly," she replied. I liked her spunk. We found ourselves downstairs once again. Although the basement seemed ordinary at first, it was far from it. Hooks on the wall... for jackets? Haha, nice try. The walls were painted a dark beige, with pictures of our family everywhere. It was a rectangular room with a fairly low ceiling. It was dimly lit, with one window that looked towards the side path of our house. A door to the backyard was on the opposite end of the entrance, with the blinds closed. We moved to the centre of the room, an open space, with a floor made from wooden planks that varied in colour. Amelia stepped into the centre, and we circled around her.

   "What should we start off with?" I asked. The floor was open for ideas. We each had our own favourite wedgie. Angelica favoured the shoulder wedgie, as it was possible with all types of underwear, as long as your shredded the leg holes to fucking oblivion. Macy was more adventurous. She loved the hanging wedgie. Stuck, helpless, painful, pleasuring... awesome. Amelia was less intense. She preferred a chair wedgie. It could be done pretty much anywhere, was capable with most undies, and wasn't too painful. For me? Well, there's only one that could top all three of those: the atomic. The king of all wedgies. I loved it because of how rare it was. You couldn't use any old panties and get an atomic. You needed ones that were particularly stretchy, and table to withstand a little destruction. If you had brand new undies, you needed to pop all the fabric connecting the waistband to the main part of the underwear. I really, really loved that sound. It meant stuff was getting done.

   The beauty of our undercover wedgie system was that we each had giving and getting preferences, and it worked out pretty awesomely. Macy and I were more on the giving end, so naturally, Amelia and Angelica were the best givers, so it was always interesting when the roles swapped places, like now. Amelia was mostly facing Angelica, so when Macy and I looked at each other and nodded, Amelia did not notice. In perfect unison, Macy and I sprang into action, as I lifted up her light green shirt and Macy pulled back her shorts. Amelia jumped at the sudden contact on her backside. Macy and I both placed one hand each on her waistband, smiled at each other, and rocketed stretchy nylon and spandex way up her back. Her hot pink underwear popped at the sudden yank, a symphony of tearing that told us to keep pulling. We held our grip strong as the leg holes slithered their way into her, and in return, the waistband reached higher, touching her upper back. Macy and I let go as the underwear rebounded back towards Amelia's shorts like an old elastic band. My heart was pumping, and I didn't want to wait any longer.

   "Me next!" I said like a sugar-rushed six-year-old. I immediately lied down on the ground. My belly hit the cool wood floor, making me shiver. I made sure to keep my head down so I didn't know who would be pulling. I very intentionally picked out my clothes this morning. Although taco socks were a cool addition, what really mattered was underneath my jeans. A pair of yellow, stretched out panties, and also...

   "WEDGIE!" Amelia yelled as she took ahold of my undies and ripped them up my back at a force I wasn't aware capable by her. A shade of light yellow instantly covered my back with the force of Amelia's pull, reaching my upper back. I made sure not to stretch them out too much. Just enough to give Amelia some hope, and but not enough to make it rip. I closed my eyes and prepared to enjoy this moment.

   "Jesus Annika, what the hell did you do to your yellow undies?" exclaimed Angelica. These were my go-to atomic undies. With a little flexibility, I could bend back enough to get them over my head. With the force of Amelia, I was seriously doubting I would need to bend back even a little bit. Amelia was giving sharp, strong pulls to the underwear from the leg holes, really driving them in there. It felt awesome. I could tell she wasn't trying to finish the job quite yet. She really wanted to draw this our as much as she could. She maneuvered her way to the top of my shoulders, where she say down. Amelia placed her feet on my shoulders, all while maintaining tension on my poor little undies... or rather, poor giant, stretched out undies. With her position, she had full control. The only way she could pull on my underwear would be straight up my back. She would lean forward as much as possible, then slowly lean backward, as my underwear would further work its way in. Eventually, this movement became bland to her, as she released my underwear temporarily. She leaned back, did a little stretch, then gently placed both of her hands on my waistband. Used to the slow, drawn out pulls she was previously doing, I was taken completely by surprise when she yanked on the elastic with as much force as possible. My underwear easily made it to my head, but it wasn't completely over yet. Like a snail, she made my waistband sluggishly crawl its way over my scalp, until it reached my forehead. She released, but the tension did not. My waistband had been securely attached to my forehead. It was like something out of those unrealistic wedgie stories you read online. It felt awesome. I sighed.

   But they were still missing something until Macy's sharp eye caught sight of another colour in my jeans.

   "Hey Amelia, Annika is still wearing another pair of panties!" Amelia looked towards my jeans. Bingo. I could feel her smile grow exponentially wider, as she wasted no time in getting back into sixth gear. Another shade of colour rocketed its way up my back, this time, green.

   "Hey guys, help me carry Annika to the Hooks," Amelia said to Macy and Angelica. My heart started beating faster. The two hooks of doom. The place that all hanging wedgie fantasies came true. It was almost like they could read my mind. Surely enough, I felt two pairs of hands lift me up from my chest and from my thighs, while Amelia made sure to keep hold of my other green panties. They made their way over, carrying my horizontally, until I was flipped ninety degrees, but still firmly held by the hands of Macy and Angelica. By the handiwork of Amelia, both pairs of leg holes found their way onto hooks, and I felt Macy and Angelica's grips loosen.

   "3..." Amelia began. My heart beat felt like Bugs Bunny's when he sees a pretty rabbit dame, reading to burst through his chest at any moment. No matter how much I wanted to, a shade of yellow over my head prevented me from seeing anything.

   "2..." My breaths were heavy.

   "1..." I wanted to scream so they would get on with it. I couldn't wait.

   "DROP!" And drop I did. I was stopped short of the ground by two pairs of panties. One yellow, one green, they stood strong underneath my wait. There I hung, in my beautiful, dark, twisted fantasy.
A shot at a F/F wedgie scenario. This is a short story, so I probably won't continue because I haven't planned out anything.

Then again, Euphoria is entirely make-it-up-as-I-go, so maybe we'll see where this takes us.

Thanks for reading, love you all <3 

    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.


   Any mistakes? Questions? Love it? Hate it? Should I continue? Should I delete it? Tell me! I would love to be able to read opinions from real people. If anything comes to mind, comment it down below. Your feedback is extremely appreciated.

    This is pqf, signing out.


Euphoria: A Wedgie Story (F/M)
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hannsgutherson Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2017  Student Writer
Happy birthday! I can't wait until the next parts of Euphoria come out. I hope you're doing well and keep being awesome.
stmonroe90 Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Awesome story, Mark!

Especially being that my name is Finn, that really added to it, lol :)
I have stories like these on wattpad, I think its time to move them over here.
hannsgutherson Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2016  Student Writer
Thanks for watching me!!
pqf Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2016
The faster I get notified of your masterpieces, the faster I can read them, the happier I am.
hannsgutherson Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2016  Student Writer
I really appreciate that and I'm very glad to see that you liked my story I wrote on WH for the "create-a-story" thread.
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