Theme park buttcrack
so it all started at the park gate, the humidity was insane and my low rise jeans were literally sticking to me. i bent down to tie my shoe and they slipped down a bit, showed like an inch of lower back. tried to pull them up but the denim was all stiff and wouldn't cooperate.
by the time we got to the games i was already sweating buckets. leaned over one of the counters and the friction pulled the waistband down even more, like two inches. and thats when everything went to shit. these guys from my class noticed, grabbed my pink donut boxers and yanked them up HARD. buried that elastic deep. the pink was totally visible above my jeans now and everyone just lost it laughing. i had to waddle to the bathroom, the wedgie was unreal with every step.
fixed it in the bathroom but the jeans were already stretched out. spent the next hour just constantly checking my waist, hands always near my hips. but then we got to the log flume. stepping into the boat made me stretch and the wet heavy denim just slid down another two inches. now im showing four inches of skin and the water is making everything worse.
sarah was in the boat behind me, which of course she was bc i'd been trying to avoid her all day. every time we hit a ripple the boat would jolt and my jeans sagged more. could hear her whispering to her friends, staring at all the skin showing. felt trapped in this wet heavy humiliating mess.
finally we get to the roller coaster. second to last row. as we climb the lift hill the incline pulls the jeans down to like SIX inches of exposure. total sitting duck. sarah's right behind me and i already know she's gonna do something.
she pulls out this cooling sunscreen spray from her bag then she just aims the nozzle right at my lower back and the top of my crack. holds it down, this long freezing cold mist all over my bare skin. i jumped but the harness kept me pinned. the cold liquid pooled in my crack and then when we dropped the wind hit it and i was shivering like crazy.
and she kept going. dug her nails into my wet skin, tracing down my crack with this slow painful pressure. started pulling at my boxers, flicking the wet elastic against me while pushing her palms into the exposed skin. every time the coaster banked she used the g-force to shove her hands deeper, gripping and teasing until i was literally gasping. she was moving my clothes around to keep me exposed, toying with me, making sure i couldnt reach back. near the end of the ride she grabbed the waistband of my boxers and ripped them up untill they were stuck on the top of the seat.
after what felt like forever. her fingers sliding over my skin, pinching, yanking my boxers to keep the wedgie going. i was frozen, face burning, this deep shame like it would never end. everyone behind us could see everything.
ride finally stops and she keeps her fingers pressed there for these long seconds before the restraints release. "everyone saw everything" she says. i had to stand up and walk the long path out, fully exposed, jeans sagging, dignity completely gone. the whispers followed me all the way to the bus. worst day ever.
by the time we got to the games i was already sweating buckets. leaned over one of the counters and the friction pulled the waistband down even more, like two inches. and thats when everything went to shit. these guys from my class noticed, grabbed my pink donut boxers and yanked them up HARD. buried that elastic deep. the pink was totally visible above my jeans now and everyone just lost it laughing. i had to waddle to the bathroom, the wedgie was unreal with every step.
fixed it in the bathroom but the jeans were already stretched out. spent the next hour just constantly checking my waist, hands always near my hips. but then we got to the log flume. stepping into the boat made me stretch and the wet heavy denim just slid down another two inches. now im showing four inches of skin and the water is making everything worse.
sarah was in the boat behind me, which of course she was bc i'd been trying to avoid her all day. every time we hit a ripple the boat would jolt and my jeans sagged more. could hear her whispering to her friends, staring at all the skin showing. felt trapped in this wet heavy humiliating mess.
finally we get to the roller coaster. second to last row. as we climb the lift hill the incline pulls the jeans down to like SIX inches of exposure. total sitting duck. sarah's right behind me and i already know she's gonna do something.
she pulls out this cooling sunscreen spray from her bag then she just aims the nozzle right at my lower back and the top of my crack. holds it down, this long freezing cold mist all over my bare skin. i jumped but the harness kept me pinned. the cold liquid pooled in my crack and then when we dropped the wind hit it and i was shivering like crazy.
and she kept going. dug her nails into my wet skin, tracing down my crack with this slow painful pressure. started pulling at my boxers, flicking the wet elastic against me while pushing her palms into the exposed skin. every time the coaster banked she used the g-force to shove her hands deeper, gripping and teasing until i was literally gasping. she was moving my clothes around to keep me exposed, toying with me, making sure i couldnt reach back. near the end of the ride she grabbed the waistband of my boxers and ripped them up untill they were stuck on the top of the seat.
after what felt like forever. her fingers sliding over my skin, pinching, yanking my boxers to keep the wedgie going. i was frozen, face burning, this deep shame like it would never end. everyone behind us could see everything.
ride finally stops and she keeps her fingers pressed there for these long seconds before the restraints release. "everyone saw everything" she says. i had to stand up and walk the long path out, fully exposed, jeans sagging, dignity completely gone. the whispers followed me all the way to the bus. worst day ever.
