As Hannah stood behind Rob, pulling down on his underwear, she’d neglected the fact that she’d be in the way of the hook should it come out from his underwear. It wasn’t long before the sound of ripping fabric rang out through the microphone. Rob and Hannah both felt a release in pressure from his boxers as the hook exited them, taking a bit of the waist band with it.
The pair sighed briefly before Hannah felt a tug at her gown and was lifted a few inches off of the ground by her clothes. A collection of “oohs” came from the crowd as Hannah looked over her shoulder to see the hook snared into her own gown, topped off with a little piece of Rob’s underwear.
Speaking of Rob’s underwear, Hannah was still holding onto his waistband when she’d been lifted into the air and was currently giving the boy an even worse wedgie than the one he’d just escaped from. Hannah felt bad about this but also figured that he owed her one for getting that hook out of his boxers. Rob didn’t seem to share this view.
“Let go, Hannah!” He cried as she wrenched the fabric further into his cheeks.
“Fat chance, I’m not getting dragged up that pole.” She replied, feeling the fabric of her own gown start stretching to compensate for her not moving. She remembered just how easily Rob had ripped off his gown and gulped. She’d picked a bad day to not wear a bra.
The sound of ripping fabric greeted them for the second time. Rob began to panic.
“You’re stretching them too much!” He cried, turning around to face her in the hopes that she’d let go. This only succeeded in giving the audience a view of his barely-covered butt with his underwear stretched into a piece of floss between his cheeks. Laughter from their viewers grew as the snapping of cameras hit their ears. From the side of the stage Mrs. Krebs blushed and turned her head.
Hannah could feel her gown getting ready to leave her body as Rob felt his boxers do the same. Something was about to give and it was…
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