Pick one or multiple options on what you want to see this month for the ABDL story, and the Wedgie story.

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I woke up the next morning, head pounding, and thinking about this wild dream I had about making deal with a Djinn. I got dressed for work, realized if I skip breakfast, I’ll be at work on time, and rushed out the door with a protein bar.

Wish 2: If wearing tighty whities, I have a 100% change of receiving any type of survivable wedgie by any man I find attractive.

Arriving at work, I ran into the front desk, exchanged pleasantries, and went into my cubicle.

Halfway through work, I felt a sharp pain in the rear. One I was all too familiar with, but was still surprised as I never felt it at work.

My undies were being yanked up my butt. I turned around to see the culprit: it was Pranav, the man who works in the cubicle next to me. His hair was very floofy bed of black, his face was hairless, and his skin was the color of walnut. His eyes are a piercing blue that makes me melt. And in his hands, was my waistband.

“Dude, what the hell?” I say in a pained voice, trying to hide my arousal.

“Your waistband was sticking out. I couldn’t resist.” He chuckles before hooking the waistband over my chair. “Didn’t take you for a tighty whitie wearing nerd.”

I blush at that statement. “So what?” I say as I try to unhook my chair wedgie before anyone else sees.

“Nerds who wear tighty whities get wedgies.”

I stuff my undies back into my pants and try to get back to work, dick straining in my cage as I think about what just happened, and what happened yesterday.

Was it real? Did I really make a deal with a Djinn? I look back at my list.

Wish 5: To have Telekinesis

I wondered. I looked over at Pranav, and lifted two fingers, trying to give him a wedgie too. And to my surprise, his baby blue boxer briefs rose out of his pants and gave him a mini wedgie. He put his hand back there and looked around for the culprit, then adjusted himself before going back to work.

After work, I rushed back home and picked up the purple bottle, rubbed it, and waited. Purple smoke slowly spilt out of the bottle, forming the Djinn.

“What is your second wish Master?” He bellows out.

“I… ahhhhhhh!” I screech as the Djinn spins me around and pulls on my already stretched out waistband. He pulls and pulls, lifting me off the ground. Pushing me forward and pulling me back by my undies. Finally, he yanked them up high and hooked them over my chin.

“What is your second wish?” He says impatiently.

“Would you give me a second?” I said in a voice half an octave higher than my regular voice. “You just gave me an atomic wedgie.”

“And?” He says as if it was just a sneeze, “You made the wish.”

I managed to get my underwear off my head and say, “I would like to be able to make magical objects.”

The Djinn nods, snaps his fingers, and looks at me expectantly.

“So… how does it work?”

“Similar to my powers. Think of what you want to make in a space that you can see, then snap your fingers.” He demonstrates as he summons a sheep in my living room, then de-summons it. “And?”

“Oh, right. Djinn… I wish… you were human!”

The Djinn snaps his fingers before realizing what I wished for. In a swirl of smoke, his gold cuffs break, his rings jewelry and clothes disappear, and his lower half becomes legs. And standing in my living room was a naked, pissed off, former Djinn.

John was walking home from work one evening. It was almost dark, the streetlights weren’t on just yet, and everything was quiet. As John went through an ally for a shortcut, he felt something tug on his tighty whities. He turned around, only to see nothing. By the time he exited the ally, his undies were dug up his butt far enough for him to stop and pick his underwear out. 

He continues to head home. As it gets darker, his tighty whities keep riding up, causing him to stop to pick them out. But this time, he couldn’t. He felt them tug higher and higher, lifting him off the ground. He starts to panic. He can’t see who is giving him this massive wedgie. Suddenly, a car drives by, bathing John in light, causing him to fall to the ground. He starts running home now. Every time he is near a streetlight, or a car drive by, the wedgies stop. But when he is in darkness, they continue. 

Eventually, John had to stop under a light, panting. He could see his house. Unfortunately, there is no lights between him and his front door. He’s going to have to run as fast as he can. John gets ready and starts to sprint. His stretched-out undies are so low that he trips on them, falling to the ground. 

The next morning, John is found hanging by a tree, wrapped completely by his tighty whities.

Silas finally gets a day off from work. After becoming the manager at his local computer parts store, it’s been one fire after another to put out. The last guy left no notes, no tips, nothing to help him get started. Being the smart yeen that he is, he figured out how to schedule people, how to do payroll, how to approve incoming shipments, and a whole mess of other responsibilities a manager does in just a month.

Silas decided to go to the local museum. He heard there was a new exhibit on display, and he HAD to go see it. As he drove up to the building, he noticed a large banner with the image of a nerdy looking hyena, wearing a yellow button down, suspenders, and khakis getting his tighty whities wedgied by a jock looking monkey wearing a black tank-top, blue jeans, and a purple waistband exposed. The banner said, “The History Of Schoolyard Bullying.”

“How the fuck did Sorn get this approved?” Silas said in annoyance and slight embarrassment due to the sight of the wedgie, and at the fact that he is wearing the exact same outfit that hyena is wearing on the banner. “You know what, it’s my day off. I should relax.”

“You should. Come on in, join me, won’t you?” Even though the tone was cheerful and playful, Silas froze like a deer in headlights. He knew what was coming next. Before he could turn around, a sharp yank on his tighty whities make him yip. 

“N-not in p-p-public p-p-p-please.” Silas squeals. 

“Oh, come on, you know you like it. Besides, the exhibit is very interactive.” Sorn whispers softly into the yeen’s ear. Giving another tug at the word “interactive.”

Sorn spins Silas around, and walks him up the stairs to the museum, arm in arm, leaving Silas’s undies in a beaver tail. 

The museum entrance is packed. Lots of people waiting in line. Some dressed like the nerds on the banner, others dressed in regular everyday clothes, some dressed like jocks, and a handful with shirts that say, “wedgie me”, with white undies sticking out. One particular tall Black Jackle stands above the crowd, looking excited.

Sorn heads to the employee line, where the Head Curator was standing, admiring the crowd. He was a German Shepard in a 3-piece, blue pinstriped suit. 

“Hello, Wel- Oh, what a surprise. Thank you again Mr. Sorn for your generous donation to the museum, and your wonderful exhibit. It seems to be very popular. Do you mind letting us extend it another month or two? Museum attendance has skyrocketed since it was installed.”

“Sure, we’ll talk about details later. I have an honored guest here.” Giving a wink to the Head Curator. 

“Of course. Would you like us to clear the exhibit?”

“No thank you. The more people, the better.” Sorn says with a jovial laugh. Silas covers his crotch trying to hind his throbbing cock. “It looks like someone liked that idea, eh?” He says after giving another tug.

The two make their way in. Walking right past the dinosaurs, human anthropology, and recent human history exhibits, leading to two black doors with a sign that reads, “The History Of Schoolyard Bullying. You must be 18 years or older to enter this section of the museum. Please make sure these doors are closed before opening the next set of doors.” They do so, going into the next room, letting the doors close, showing their IDs to the security guard, and then open up to a massive room. 

They can hear shrieks of pain and slight moans of pleasure echo throughout the chamber. Not enough to deafen you, but enough to get the vibe of the place. 

On their right, there is a section with lockers, and private changing rooms, next to which is a large kiosk that sells a variety of mostly underwear, and T-Shirts and sweatpants that say “I Survived the Wedgie-Nator”. You can see a Hyox in ragged clothing, buying a new pair of tighty whities, with a very dirty pair that’s has been torn to shreds hanging out of his pants. 

In one section, you can see a pink jackalope, and a pink deer with atomic wedgies, hooked on their antlers, looking at a wall that says, “Undies Through Time”.

Bouncing from elastic chords from the ceiling by their tighty whities is Silas’s friend Orion, plus a grey wolf and a brown wolf that he doesn’t recognize. 

In another section, a line of people going up stairs with a sign saying, “The Wedgie-Nator”. A person wrapped like a mummy by their white briefs comes down a slide. From their outline and protruding antlers, as well as their name written on the waistband over their head, Silas recognizes it as their friend, Fio.

And another section, a yellow lizard is shoving someone’s head in a toilet of a row of 10 toilets while yanking on their pink briefs. 

“Isn’t it magnificent?” Sorn asks Silas in a tone of wonder and joy.

“I-I-it is…. I-I-interesting.” Silas stutters out before being pulled to the lockers. 

“Now let’s have some fun babe.” Sorn kisses Silas before taking him further into the exhibit.

(The characters mentioned were part of a Biggest Nerd and Biggest Bully contest on Twitter and consented to being put in this story. Silas belongs to @brieflyy33n.bsky.social, Fio belongs to @deerdork.bsky.social, Orion belongs to @orionthehart.bsky.social and Sorn belongs to @whiptailed.bsky.social).

Charlie wakes up in his bed like any other day. He puts on a pair of his signature purple briefs, skinny jeans, and his favorite "bipolar" t-shirt. He skipped breakfast today, for today he is having brunch at his friend’s house: Zach Shodeck and Evan Stec.
 He happily walks down the street without a care in the world. Eventually he reaches the house and knocks on the door. "Come on in!" He can hear faintly behind the door. Charlie opens the door with glee and is welcomed by the smell of bacon. In a hypnotic state, he follows the sent to a large, crude, oak dining table. He sees Evan in his tighty whities setting the table and Zach in his signature black with yellow trim briefs and a blue apron. "In this house, we only wear our undies." Evan says, not looking up from the table.
 Charlie was a bit uncomfortable, but complied and striped to his briefs. Zach catcalls at Charlie when he turns around with the fresh bacon. Charlie blushes, never having anyone do that to him: especially when he's in his undies. Evan glares at Zach. "Watch it buddy, I'm still here."
 Zach now blushes. "Sorry baby. I couldn't help myself. Just look at him" Evan looks at Charlie now and catcalls at him.
 "You're right, sorry." Charlie now even more embarrassed just stands there. "Sorry Charlie. This is why we don't have many guests over." Evan says with a slight chuckle.
 "It's alright. It's just nice to know I have an attractive body. Especially when it's coming from my two best friends" Charlie says, still blushing.
 The three have a delightful breakfast of bacon, Eggs Benedict, homemade cheese Danish, and for dessert, chocolate mousse with whipped cream. "This is amazing! I knew you could cook, just not this well!" Charlie says with his mouth half full.
 "Why thank you. This is probably the fanciest thing I have made." Zach says while blushing a bit now.
 After brunch was over, and all three of them cleaned up (Charlie insisted that he'd help), they laid on this extra-long couch in the movie room part of the basement. "So... I have a question." Charlie asked a bit embarrassed.
 "No, we're not interested in a three-way." Zach quickly answered. Evan smacked Zach over the back of the head. "OW! I'm sorry. What's your question?"
 "Why do you only wear your underwear in the house? And also make your guests do the same?"
 Zach and Evan looked worried at each other. Then whispered a bit. "Do you really want to know?" Evan said a bit worried.
 "Yeah. Is there something wrong"
 "Follow me." Evan takes Charlie and Zach out of the movie room and across the basement to a trap door.
 "Before we open this, do you still want to know?"
 "Just tell me!"
 Evan opens the trap door. And three, shadowy hands shoot out and grab all of them. Then, everything went black.
James was able to rub the undies to his forehead and hops to his dorm. Along the way, a helpful student cut his hands free, letting him pull up his pants and take off his wedgie.
Charlie wakes up dazed and confused. He is chained to the ceiling of a large, cobblestone room. It was dimly lit by little orbs floating about. And all the sudden, a black figure comes walking towards him. In a soft, calm voice, the figure coos, "Welcome, welcome. Charlie, is it?"
 "Who are you? And what have you've done to my friends!" The black figure rushes to him and grabs Charlie's jaw. He can see it's a black panther with piercing green eyes. The panther then releases his grip and steps back.
 "I'm sorry, I'm normally a calm fellow. Just don't be rude to me, and everything will go smoothly. Now where was I? Oh yes; Charlie, is it?"
 Charlie just nods and is a bit scared now. "As for Zach and Evan, they are in the basement waiting for your release. I only wanted you."
 "Who are you?" Charlie says more politely.
 "Oh, I'm so sorry, my name is Vincent Kerns, but you can call me Vince. And I've been watching you for a while." Vince says with an evil look.
 "Just wait until I have my-" Charlie stops when he sees his magic necklace in Vince's hands.
 "Until you have this." Vince says condescendingly. His eyes turn black, and Charlie's purple briefs get shot up his back to his neck and stay there. "As I said, don't be rude. Now I've seen that you like to give people wedgies, don’t you? Well... so do I." As he says this, Charles undies shoot higher and snap over his antlers. Charlie yelps in pain, only to have Vince shove a cloth into Charlie's mouth and tie a gag around him. "That should keep you from speaking out of turn."
 Vince then walks backwards, into the shadows. Charlie panics, wondering where he could be. Then, another shot of pain in his rear. Vince was standing behind him, pulling on his leg holes. Vince keeps bouncing Charlie with his undies until they finally rip. Charlie sighs in relief, thinking that is over. But without noticing, a new pair of purple briefs were on him. He didn't feel them being put on him. But there they were.
 "Did I forgot to mention, I can create anything that is made of matter or energy. So, I can do this as long as I want." Charlie starts trying to wriggle his way out of his bindings, but to no avail. Charlie feels his legs raise in the air until he is at a 90° angle. Then, without warning, Vince pulls down the undies and shoves some sand into Charlie's butt. Then let's his legs fall. The chafing of the sand was irritating, but it became much worse when Vince took a handful of purple fabric and yanked them up to His mid back. Vince then grabbed the fabric by Charlie's butt and started to floss his rear.
 Charlie's muffled screams filled the room as the fabric and sand was cutting into his butt.
 For hours, Vince gave Charlie a variety of wedgies: sand, spanking, butt plug, hanging, atomic. You name it, he did it.
 After about the 5th hour of wedgie torture, Charlie passed out from exhaustion.
 Charlie woke up, in a guest room in Zach and Evan's house, in his purple briefs again. His butt is still sore. Zach was standing over him. In a reassuring voice, he said, "It's alright. We'll explain everything."
 
 The End

Ouch. Cock still in mouth “uhhh... helping a brother out?”
 
 He slowly pulls out of your mouth. “Well, I don’t remember any of it, but uhhh... this doesn’t leave this room. Ok?”
 
 You nod vigorously. “Yes Sir”
 
 “No. Just Caleb. This is a little odd for me. And you can keep the boxers.”
 
 He cleans himself up with a tissue, pulls up his pants, and walks out.
 
 You sit there for about a minute, realizing what happened when the door opens up again. It was Caleb
 
 “Actually if you can leave my boxers in my office, that’d be much appreciated. Hate going commando.”
 
 You nod.
 
 “And uhhh... next time, I’ll buy dinner for you.” Caleb winks and shuts the door.
 
 “Shit dude. That worked out way better for you than I though. I just wanted a blowjob while I wedgied the shit out of you, but that fucker broke through the minute things were getting good.”
 
 Still in shock, you just sit there. When suddenly, you’re lifted up into a hanging wedgie. You look down and the boxers are around your ankles.
 
 “Let’s get back to wedgies nerd.”
 
 The wolf bounces you a bit as you squeal from the pain.
 
 “That’s more like it.”
 
 He lets you down, puts you in an underclothes shoulder wedgie, and lets you return the boxers to Caleb.
 
 The rest of the day went without incident. Except for the titty twisters, wet willies, and working in an atomic for the rest of the day.
 
 You finally arrive home, I do your chair wedgie from the car ride, and walk into the house. It’s 11:30 by the time you eat, take a shower, and lay down in your bed in just a pair of pink panties. What Zach (the wolf) left for you to wear.
 
 “Well nerd, you gave me a really fun day today. So I’m going to leave you with two last gifts.”
 
 He hands you two packs of tighty whities one Hanes and one FTL. Nice that he replaces your underwear supply.
 
 “T-thank you.”
 
 Your panties shoot up, causing you to stand on your tippy toes
 
 “Thank you Sir.”
 
 The undies lower. “Better. And for your second gift.”
 
 He lifts you into a hanging wedgie and hangs you in the closet. Unable to get down, you accept your fate of sleeping in a hanging wedgie for the night. As midnight struck, the panties ripped, causing you to fall. You don’t care at this point. You go to bed naked and fall fast asleep.
 
 The End?