More magnetisation

The top button of Bonnie's gingham blouse was the next to go. They popped off slowly, one by one, teasing her, scattering across the stage floor as she wriggled to left and right, trying to find a way out of the galvanic trap.

Susie, beside her, was in the same predicament. Pants down, white panties exposed, top popping off. The two girls exchanged sheepish looks as their upper garments were torn this way and that, revealing more and more cleavage (though far more in Bonnie's case than Susie's) before finally being stripped from their nubile forms altogether. The galvanic forces took the tops and flung them into the air, accelerating them so fast that they wound up in orbit around Jupiter, although Bonnie had no way to find that out.

At least she'd managed to do her bra back up, she thought, as the Magnet Man clicked his fingers and her bra-strap came undone again. This time it almost fell to the floor, but she was able to catch it halfway down the slopes of her breasts. She hadn't quite reclasped it when there was a sudden tug at the back of her panties.

"Oh, no. No, no, no no no..."

Bonnie's yellow panties rocketed into the air, jerking tight between her full round buttocks and giving her a hell of a wedgie. She spun helplessly in the air above the stage, fumbling with her bra, bathed in the spotlight as the crowd giggled at her predicament. Trixie Washington was loving it, the bitch.

Her pants were whisked away to some unknown, dark destination as she hung in the air, trapped before the whole carnival in just her underwear. With Susie in the same position, of course.