spider-man

"Homuraaaaa," Kyoko whined, continuing to stuff french fries in her mouth even as she spoke, "when d'ya think Sayaka will be back with the snacks?"

The red-haired girl stopped gorging herself for a brief moment to lick her lips, capturing pieces of grease and salt on her tongue. She then smacked her lips noisily and Homura scoffed in disgust. Both girls were lying down, but Homura, in her magical girl outfit, keeping still and with her arms crossed, seemed to have a calmer posture than Kyoko, who was in casual wear, fidgeting her boots together, perpetually cramming in and chewing on fries, and scratching her belly.

"I don't care about your fattening foods." Homura answered, glancing at the glutton picking at her belly button next to her.

"Sayaka's gettin' fruit, too." Kyoko sat up and looked down at Homura. She giggled and removed her hand from her stomach, digging it down the front of her shorts to scratch there instead. "Fruit isn't fatty, and I'm not fat."

"Yes," Homura watched Kyoko scratch herself and caught a tiny glimpse of strawberry print on her panties that made her wonder how much it would hurt if they were given a good yank, "but you're definitely fruity."

"What's that supposed to-" Kyoko pulled her hand out, giving Homura another view of her underwear.

Kyoko's mind and body ceased motion along with the rest of the room save for Homura, who stood up, ready to take a closer look at those panties. She got behind Kyoko and slid her hand under her butt, hooking the shorts with her thumb to pull them down a bit, which exposed a majority of the panties, enough that the leg holes peeked out. The result made her smirk; inspecting that pattern of little strawberries was highly pleasing, however she possessed a greater and more sadistic feeling of joy for what came next. Homura clenched a fist around both leg holes and delivered a strong yank upwards, simultaneously letting time flow again.

"-meeeEAAN?!" Kyoko finished, the unexpected tightness in her ass causing her to scream and drop the box of fries. Her shock went away -but the discomfort stayed- when she turned around and discovered the culprit of her wedgie was Homura, onto whom she attempted to land a punch. Not only was this easily dodged, but it was met with several more pulls of Kyoko's panties, each one getting her to emit pained squeals and kick her legs.

Trying to throw a second punch was probably a bad idea, since what followed was her underwear being pushed down at the back so an excess would be sticking out at the front. This provided ample room for them to stretch for when they got ever so slowly pulled up again at the back soon, and the rope that her panties had been made into had a long time to travel until the waistband approached shoulder level. It sawed agonizingly slowly between Kyoko's cheeks from her taint to her back, in an awfully painful grinding that induced deep, moaning gasps and made Kyoko bite her lip and twitch about.

"No," Homura said sternly, giving a few small tugs "no hitting, you've been loud, gross and obnoxious, so this is what you deserve. Now, I think I'll pull these over your head and-"

The door suddenly opened, and Sayaka was standing at the entrance, holding a plastic bag full of goods, which she, upon seeing what Homura was doing to Kyoko, immediately set on the floor in favor of investigating something much more interesting than snacks.

"S-Sayaka?" Kyoko asked, her voice wavering and a pink flush coming over her cheeks. "H-Help me out here!"

"Hello, Sayaka Miki." Homura greeted, turning to Sayaka and giving a polite nod. "Don't be alarmed, Kyoko was really asking for this. You see-"

"I don't give a crap why you're doing this, I just want to join you!" This comment turned Kyoko's blush from pink to a bright red. "Kyoko looks adorable, all stressed about having her cute little strawberry undies being eaten up by her hungry butt!"

Kyoko started to squirm. "Sayaka, yo-you're not gonna' h-"

Homura had let go of the wedgie with one hand, placing it on Sayaka's shoulder and pausing the world around them. She took hold of Kyoko's panties again, pulling them a little higher to give an extra surprise when time resumed.

"Thanks, I would appreciate your help. Could you pull off her boots and socks, and bring her socks with you when you're done? They probably smell pretty bad, but we'll use them later, you'll know when."

"Oooooh, Kyoko can be smelly sometimes!" Sayaka grabbed Kyoko's boot and popped it off, taking a whiff and instantly scrunched her nose. She did the same for the other boot, and observed her socks, frowning at how filthy they were; several large splotches of gray and brown stained the white cotton, and peeling them off didn't come without releasing an odor fitting to how the socks looked, although it didn't linger for long, since the main stink was in her socks, not her feet. After getting an eyeful of Kyoko's sweaty soles and how cute they were in their grossness, Sayaka gazed at the look on her face. Others might have called it a mix of humiliation, pain, and fear, but she would abandon those three words in favor of calling it adorable.

"Sayaka Miki, are you done yet," Homura asked, getting a little bored of just pulling Kyoko's panties without any reaction, "because we have to give her an atomic wedgie."

"Yes, I'm done, and I got her socks!" Sayaka went back to Homura and handed her the socks, who put them in her pocket. "You were right, they're pretty dirty, and they smell terrible!"

Homura noted how happy Sayaka seemed to be about a pair of stinky socks, before allowing time resume, prepared to delight in whatever pitiful sounds Kyoko was sure to produce.

"hheeE-hhaAAA!" Kyoko created a strange noise that started as a screech and evolved into a high-pitched, howling sort of whine, troubled by the increased friction against her ass, her suddenly bare feet, and the embarrassment of Sayaka seeing it all.

Homura and Sayaka each held Kyoko's waistband with one hand, using the other to keep her still when she resisted. Her panties were at the nape of her neck, but they needed to go higher. The physical torment was bad enough for poor Kyoko, but the humiliation in front of Sayaka made it worse. She made grunts and whines as her asshole was mercilessly rubbed, squirming and curling her toes while they tugged with all their might, bringing her closer and closer to the feared atomic wedgie. When her panties were inches from being able to be brought over her head, with the strawberries were utterly stretched out and her ass being sliced into deeper than she could imagine, it seemed impossible for the job to be finished.

"I-Isn't that enough?" Kyoko squeaked, tears just forming in the corners of her eyes, her face beet red, giving off a pathetic, yet lovable look as she trembled and complained. "They won't go any moooore..."

"Kyoko Sakura," Homura expressed with upmost confidence as she delivered a tug that made her gasp, "I never start something I can't finish."

"And I never miss an opportunity for cuteness," Sayaka added gleefully, giving a yank that caused Kyoko's gasp to die off into a crackle, "Or something like that."

"Because we're magical girls!" they shouted in unison, bringing Kyoko's panties over her head, and letting them snap taut over her eyes.

Kyoko made a series of weak groans as the girls picked her up and put her on the floor. Nobody need pull on her panties to keep her butt constantly bitten into, it was tight enough that she couldn't undo it at the front even if she was daring enough to try, seeing as it would spite Homura and Sayaka, who worked so hard to get her into this atomic wedgie.

"A-Are you d-done...?" Kyoko moaned. "Pl-Please, I can't see..."

"One last part, and it's over." Homura stated. "Sayaka Miki and I will have you smell our feet. You'll have to guess which smell belongs to which one UFO us. If you guess right, you're done, but guess wrong, and we pull your panties from the front. Got it?"

Homura pulled Kyoko's socks out, and Sayaka flashed an understanding smile, grabbing one.

"Th-That's..." Kyoko began to protest, before deciding it would be better to accept this final game instead of a possible worse punishment, "...Okay..."

"Alright, Kyoko..." Sayaka asked, barely containing her giggles as she and Homura both held a sock to Kyoko's nose. "Who is this?"

She gave a little sniff, scowling at the odor and whining when she realized it wouldn't be enough. It smelled sweaty, grassy, and generally dirty and unwashed, but it wasn't enough to go on. She scowled and made many deep sniffs, occasionally gagging as she filled her nose and throat with the stench of her own socks. Homura and Sayaka put great effort not to chuckle loudly, but little snickers escaped from them as they indulged in Kyoko making a fool of herself.

"That's... Homura...?" Kyoko said unsurely.

Homura began to chortle, and Sayaka burst into full-blown laughter. The former found cruel delight in toying with Kyoko's mind, and the latter found the whole show charming.

"Wrong!" Homura shouted.

"Those were your own socks, ya' smelly goof!" Sayaka yelled. "Time for frontal wedgies!"

"W-W-Waaaiit!" Kyoko cried desperately, thrashing about despite knowing hope was lost, in fact the thrashing made her atomic wedgie worse. "Th-That's not faiiiir..."

"A lot of things aren't fair, Kyoko Sakura!" Homura retorted, sticking her hand down the front of her shorts and clutching the lest leg hole of her panties.

"A whole lot of things!" Sayaka chimed in, getting hold of Kyoko's right leg hole.

They each pulled, getting Kyoko to squirm some more by cutting into her pussy with her underwear. She moaned and writhed, the strawberries on her panties now sticking out from the front as well. Sayaka and Homura were unrelenting, they just kept tugging and forcing her underwear deeper into her crevices.

"For example, is it fair that we're going to make you smell our feet anyway, even though you're already getting the frontal wedgie?" Homura inquired, yanking harder on the left than Sayaka was on her side, and putting Kyoko into an uneven agony. "I'd say it is, because you're just that annoying!"

"I don't even care if it's fair!" Sayaka said, doing what Homura just did, except on her side. "It'd just be so fun and cute to make you sniff my feetsies!"

"P-P-Pleeeease..." Kyoko begged, panting as her panties grinded between her labia.

"What's that, please?" Homura taunted, letting go of her panties. "As in, 'Please let me smell your feet?' "

"I think that is what she meant, Homura!" Sayaka agreed, also releasing Kyoko.

Homura pried off a shoe and planted a stockinged foot over Kyoko's nose and mouth, keeping to the side to leave room for Homura.

"Sniff." she ordered, and Kyoko obeyed, taking a few smells of Homura's foot.

After being kept in her shoe for a while, Homura's foot was definitely stuffy. The stink spread through Kyoko as she inhaled many more times. There might have been a slight hint of sweat, but, above all, it had a crowded musty stink that was eager to expand throughout Kyoko's nostrils and lungs.

Sayaka took of a shoe and a sock, stepping on the unoccupied part of Kyoko's face.

"Sniff!" she shouted, and Kyoko took a smell of her.

Sayaka's foot had a sweeter smell to it, a sickly kind, and despite not smelling that awful, it was strong enough to be overpowering. The odor was powerful, and Kyoko got weaker with each sniff of it.

"N-Now am I done?" Kyoko whined, taking little sniffs of each foot.

"I guess." Homura said. "Do you agree, Sayaka Miki?"

"Oooh, I think she's had enough!" Sayaka answered, much to Kyoko's relief.

Homura and Sayaka stepped off of her. Sayaka retrieved the snack bag and presented the contents to Homura. Kyoko could hear the shuffling and opening of many packages.

"C-Can I at least h-have my fries back?" she asked timidly, whimpering.

Homura's response was to pick up the fries, and begin eating a few. She offered one to Sayaka, and she accepted.