Toy with her more

"What the fuck?"

She says out loud as she loops her belt back on. She takes a beat to sooth her ass and take a deep breath.

She then sets to getting to the bottom of the wedgie mystery and begins the search for her attacker.

"Doctor?, Mickey? Just come out, this isn't funny alright!"

She was so confused, she looked so adorable!

She began to search the control room for her assailant. Searching behind the coatrack, walking all the way around the console, quickly running round the console in case the assailant had been walking with her.

She stops to listen for the attacker but is only met with the alien beeping of the main console.

You now deemed it time to fuck with her again. You sneak behind her, pinch her left bumcheeck, then elegantly swivel to her right.

She jumps at this and spins, **** to find the attacker. Still protected by your perception filter, she sees nothing.

She spins on the spot a couple more times, then reaches out, trying to grab an invisible attacker. You decide to keep your distance for a second.

But this still results in nothing, she sighs in frustration, was she just imagining someone touched her? Did she just imagine the wedgie?

No it couldn't be, the residual burning in her ass was proof she had DEFINITELY been given a wedgie.

"Whoever you are, show yourself!"

She now demanded, trying her best to sound intimidating.

"By section 5 of the.... shadow proclamation, I order you to come out now!"

She wished the Doctor was here, unless this was the Doctor. His new body was much cheekier after all. But surely he wasn't childish enough to give her a wedgie?

It then occured to her that a possible assailant could be gaseous creature and could have come through the grates of the metallic floor.

She got on her knees facing the console and got in position to place her face on the metal floor and peer through to the mess of cables below.

As she lowered her head and top half, this meant her lower half had to rise, raising her booty in the air.

This causes her jeans to sag and reveals about 2 inches of a perfectly symmetrical black whale tail.

She was making this far too easy.

You decide it's time to stop toying. With her beautiful jean clad ass sticking up like that, revealing THAT much thong, it would be a disservice to the universe to not give her a one way trip to wedgie central.

As with before, you kneel down and get a firm underhand grip on each side of the thong.

She gasps, only now realising how **** she was, she tries to scramble up but it's too late.

You spring up as fast as you can and retract your arms in a rapid deadlift motion. Rose is **** to come along for the ride and lets out a blood curdling scream as her thong let's out a violent continuous pop as you stretch it past it's limit.

Now **** to her feet, she rapidly kicks at the metal floor in protest. Her arms flail behind her too and make contact with you, she knows you're there. No matter, she won't be getting away now, not without a record breaking wedgie first anyway.

You continue to drag your hands higher and release the last extension in your knees.

She released a high feminine squeak through gritted teeth. Giving up on swatting you away, her hands were now back by her sides, opening and closing in pain. She would shake her head back and forth in a vain attempt to escape or at least distract from the pressure down her back end (and likely front too).

Her heels had left the floor, forcing her into an awkward tapdance as she had to strain to keep her feet on the ground. Despite the immense elastic resistance you still attempt to pull the thong higher, this results in more squeaking. She crosses and uncrossed her legs and shifts her hips back and forth. You now have the thong up to her shoulder blades.

After a couple more tugs she is **** to grab the console for dear life as her feet threaten to leave the ground completely. Above her jeans her thong deeply cut into her tailbone and round the front is pulled up past her bellybutton, digging in giving her a muffin top effect beneath her ridden up jacket and t shirt.

She tries to look back to see you, you get a good look at how messed up her hair is and how red she is in the face. She still can't see you properly due to the filter.

"OMIGOD, WHATEVERS DOING THIS PLEASE STOP"

She begs.

You think for a second.

"No I don't thin I will"

You respond calmly.

At that you curl her thong up further, literally touching it to your chin, and her feet finally leave the ground.

She pants and squeals, holding onto the console for dear life and helplessly swinging with her legs.

You laugh out loud, Rose Tyler was getting a lifting wedgie! She looked so helpless and ridiculous. You'd never seen a thong so stretched out or taught before. It felt soft against your chin.

You were tired, but Rose wasn't too heavy, you could probably hold her like this for a bit longer. The main ache being the elastic of her thong digging into your hands (imagine how she must feel!).

Rose on the other hand didn't look like she could take much more. You think about what you could do next to her. You could probably have some fun with the coat rack... You could find the TARDIS toilet.... You could try and fly the TARDIS somewhere to further humiliate her.....

You take a moment to think as Rose continues to grunt and run on air.