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[Request] Dylan's Messy Wedgie
🕑 Added 2025-06-06 22:21:39 +0000 UTC“Please, please, please I really need to go…” Dylan squirmed and danced. He couldn’t stand still. The needs inside his jiggling, enormous ass and bursting bladder radiated through his body and wracked this entire nervous system with itching, squirming, screaming pulses. Each of Dylan’s fat butt cheeks shook in his jeans, straining against the fabric. Between his cheeks, his pathetic animal movements would occasionally make his jeans ride up his deep ass crack. His bladder was so full that it bulged against the front of his pants. The top button of his jeans threatened to come undone, and the swelling shape of his bladder was so great that it was forcing his fly down, the zipper creeping down tooth by tooth on its own.
BrrRggrllgggLLL…
Dylan’s guts groaned, struggling to contain the sheer mass of boiling shifting shit within him. Stabbing, cramping pain accompanied each subtle movement of the mess inside his guts.
“I’ll be in and out, I swear,” he begged.
Three members of the cheer squad blocked his path. They towered over his crumpled, dancing, wriggling, sweating form. Sadistic smirks spread across their faces.
They guarded the women’s restroom. The men’s room was all the way across campus. Both they and Dylan knew there was no chance he’d get to the men’s room in time.
The head cheerleader beamed, lips splitting to reveal perfect teeth.
“Then strip.”
“What…?” Dylan stared up at her. Searching her emerald eyes for some hint that she was joking, but her eyes were only filled with crystal clear sadism. His gaze darted away from her eyes in terror, bouncing down from her face and across the curves of her athletic body in the college’s trademark orange cheerleading uniform.
“You heard me, fat boy!” she said. “Underwear. Now. If you want to take a shit, you’ve got to pay the toll!”
Dylan danced in place on his feet, bouncing like the balls of his feet were springs. His eyes squeezed shut, his face contorting from the sheer desperate pain in his bladder and bowels. He grabbed at his own crotch while he hopped and was shocked by the impossible tautness of his bladder through his jeans.
He swallowed hard, knowing that if he didn’t go to the bathroom now, then he was going to completely explode.
Dylan pulled his hands away from his crotch and began to pull off his shirt. He crossed his legs, squeezing his bladder shut with his thighs while sticking out his wriggling hippo ass behind him.
“WHOOO!! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip!” the cheer squad whooped.
Dylan’s head whirled around the hallway. It was empty now, but that could change at any moment.
Shirt tossed to the ground, Dylan began to unbutton his pants. Sweat poured off the full shape of his back, his skin glistening. His body shuddered, every muscle vibrating. The motion of unbuttoning his pants was triggering spasms in his asshole. His butt was tricked by the familiar muscle memory, expecting that a cool welcoming toilet seat would be waiting for him as soon as his pants left his hips. Dylan tightened and clenched, fighting the strange involuntary loosening, relaxing of his sphincter.
“Oooh look at his little tighty whities!” one of the cheerleaders laughed. They walked around him now, moving like jungle cats, absorbing his humiliated, stripped body from all angles. Vicious horny eyes drank in the sight of his adorable, gargantuan ass. A line of panic sweat stained his asscrack and the walls of his round cheeks.
Dylan felt dizzy and warm. Despair and adrenaline and a host of other guttural primal urge surged through his heart and brain and ass and bladder and stiffening cock all at once.
PPHHRRBBTttt
A rippling fart rang from his ass, accompanied by more crushing cramps.
“Ewww! That shit’s nasty!” a cheerleader cackled, pinching her nose.
The need of his bowels won out over any other emotions. Sweating fingers yanked his punished fly down. He hooked his thumbs into his jeans, bent over, and yanked them down to his ankles. His underwear covered ass was exposed, sweaty cotton riding ever so slightly up his crack.
“Look at that fat ass!”
“Look at his ass? Look at the size of his balls!”
Dylan turned bright red. He tried to cup his bulge with his hands, but his giant, fat donkey’s nuts were too big for his hands. They filled the front of his briefs with their obscene mass, primal sex radiating from their oblong shapes. Each fleshy egg was visible through the underwear. Only a thin barrier of cotton protected them from the cheerleader’s leering eyes.
Clutching his cock and balls as best he could, Dylan kicked off his pants from his ankles with some difficulty.
“There! Can I shit, now? Please?” Dylan begged.
“Hmmm… let me think about it…” the cheer captain said.
She wasn’t looking at his face. Her eyes soaked in Dylan’s body, his belly, his balls, his fat full, jiggling thighs. One of the other cheerleaders stood by her. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and licked her lips.
Wait? Dylan thought. Where was the third?
“Wedgie time, fat ass!” a voice announced behind him, leaning into his ear.
Manicured hands greedily dug into the waistband of his underwear. The third cheerleader wrenched Dylan’s man panties all the way up to his shoulders. Cotton fabric sliced into his crack, splitting his cheeks apart. Jiggling ass flesh sprung free from the stretching leg holes of his briefs as his underwear was turned into a thong. His enormous sensitive eggs were crushed in his tightening underwear. The sudden crushing pain sapped away his strength and violated his brain with bursting firecracker sparks of agony.
The pain and shock was too much for his strained bladder and bowels.
Piss erupted out of Dylan’s cock, hosing down the front of his tighty whities, hot piss cascading down his legs and drenching his spasming, crushed balls. Shit burst out of his asshole in rippling never-ending explosive farts that filled the hallway with the warm, toxic, rancid, sewage stink of the inside of his ass. Semisolid turds spilled out around his slicing thong and sloughed off his dimpled naked ass cheeks.
PPhhRRBBTT
SSPPRRLLTTCCH
BBLRRTTCCHH
“The big baby shat his pants!”
“Look at how much he’s shitting! He really needed to go!”
“His ass was so fat cause it was full of shit!”
The cheerleaders laughed at him while the third cheerleader- with surprising arm strength- lifted him off the ground in a bouncing wedgie. Each bounce forced more shit to spill out of his wedgied asshole in spurts. Piss continued to rain down. Dylan’s bladder burned, it was sore from being taut and full for so long and he felt it gradually painfully shrink inside himself. Dylan grimaced in his bouncing shitting, pissing wedgie. He was paralyzed by shame, humiliation, and the crushing, slicing, emasculating wedgie torturing his ass and balls.
