Reverse Atomic?!

Victoria wasted no time getting her ****, pulling Crystal into the changing booth before reaching for her underwear. Crystal immediately went to protect her backside with her free hand, only to realize Victoria wasn’t trying to grab the back of her panties.

Victoria reached down the front of Crystal’s yoga pants and grabbing a handful of her boyshorts.

“Okay, Vic, I know you’re mad, but please don’t- owowowowowowowo!!!” Crystal yelped as Victoria yanked upwards on her underwear, stretching the fabric up and up and up until she could see the striped pattern in front of her face. And still, Victoria pulled up with that brute strength of hers before grabbing the back of Crystal’s head, shoving her face into her own panties and then giving her an atomic wedgienin reverse, the waistband snapping to the back of her and staying put.

“Victoriaaaaa, pleeeease I’m sorry!” Crystal whined.

“Where did you put my clothes?” Victoria said, still wedgied herself and hunched over.

“Outside,” Crystal whined. Her pussy was on fire, material well-wedged up inside her that she could swear she could taste it. The front of her panties separated her boobs underneath her tank top, putting each on display. She could barely see Victoria through the wedgie blindfold but her cousin was awkwardly trying to get around her to get at the clothes. Crystal could spot how the war between Victoria’s chest and the bra wedgie was starting to take its toll on the bra itself, the lacy cups pulled down and exposing the tops of her nipples. “Good luck going out there with your tits out.”

Victoria pulled up her bra again, giving herself even more of a wedgie to her backside in the process. It was all for nothing too as the cups sagged back down. “Sh-shut up! It’s your fault we’re both stuck like this now.”

“Excuse me, I wasn’t the one with **** eyes not thinking things through.”

“No, you’re the one who stole my clothes and now I’m going to have to buy these stupid heart panties because I’m pretty sure they’re ripping.”

“Pfft, don’t even, you love them,” Crystal said.

“Whatever,” Victoria said.

She hated to say it, but she was starting to not exactly hate this wedgie. It hurt like hell, but whew, it was at least getting more manageable. She played dumb a bit, dancing on her feet as if the pain was too much to handle and letting out a flurry of “ow”s

It worked, Victoria thinking she was indisposed of as she squeezed up against and past her. Crystal waited until she didn’t feel Vic against her to turn, looking at the ridiculous view of Victoria bent over with a wedgied butt to peek her head outside the curtain for her clothes and if anyone was watching.

Was she really leaving herself this open for another attack just because she thought she won? Brutes will be brutes.