The grand galvanic finale

"They thought they were wise. They thought they were above it all. And now they are slaves. Slaves to the mysterious forces... of the magnet." The Magnet Man took a bow, removing his top hat as the two bra-and-panty-clad girls floated helplessly about three feet above the stage.

The crowd roared their approval as Susie squirmed and Bonnie kicked and fumed. The wedgie was incredibly uncomfortable. She could feel it going right up her ass! She hated when things went up her ass!

"But the magnet is master of us all," murmured the Magnet Man, gazing out at the crowd. "Even me, the master of the magnet. So I am not done with you yet. There is one more lesson the magnet wishes to teach us."

He snapped his fingers.

The first girl to feel it was Trixie Washington. She gasped and clutched her bottom, but there was really nothing she could do to prevent the back of her strawberry panties being hoisted into the air by invisible forces, levitating her about three feet off the ground.

The people around her chuckled, giving her space. Especially Ben Hoolihan, whose head she liked to throw wads of paper at the back of in class. He had to laugh, watching her as she kicked and squealed and floated into the air.

But she wasn't the only one. There was a shriek as a very tall African-looking woman in a business suit felt the back of her white silk panties hoisted into the sky. A yelp from Mayor Peggy Jackson, whose skirt was lifted as she floated so everyone could see her pink underwear. A curvy Brazilian girl in jeans and, very unfortunately for her, a lime green thong.

One by one, the women of the crowd, who by now numbered around a hundred people, were wedgied into the air, until they all floated in between the men. Flashes of black cotton, red silk, lime-green spandex emerging from the backs of jeans and pencil skirts and yoga pants. And, as they hung there, furious and helpless, each woman feeling an uncomfortable tight sensation up her ass, the Magnet Man made another gesture.

And all of the pants came down.

A chorus of squeals, the Brazilian girl yelping as her plump backside was suddenly exposed in all its glory to her cheering friends. Then another gesture, and the tops and dresses flew off into the sky to join their friends in orbit around Jupiter. Leaving around fifty women hanging in the air before around that number of men. In nothing but their underwear.

Mayor Peggy's voluptuous blonde figure, in only pink panties and bra, getting ogled from top to bottom by an amazed Doc Topper as she cursed furiously and tried to work out how to get down. Trixie in her white bra and strawberry-patterned knickers, toes curling as Ben cheerfully gazed right up between her plump thighs. Kitty Davis, the town's prim, straitlaced librarian in surprisingly sexy black lace lingerie.

The Brazilian woman in her thong and sports bra, the African-looking businesswoman in her white silk. A smorgasbord of cotton, lace, high-cut and low-cut, bikini panties and boyshorts, strappy and strapless bras. White, black, blue, yellow, red, pink, striped and spotted. A goth girl with long straight dark hair and platform boots, her curvy figure hugged by black boyshorts covered with tiny skulls. A petite, artsy redhead whose small breasts and slim hips were clothed only in white fabric, decorated with rainbow-coloured polka-dots.

Women in all shapes and sizes, clad in nothing but their underwear, wedgies baring their buttocks, reduced to squirming spectacles for all the men to see.

And, of course, one woman, a largely unremarkable brunette, who hadn't been wearing underwear at all, and whose clothes had been ripped entirely off her body, leaving her naked. But she wasn't being wedgied, so she was able to run away.