It had been a few years since Ms. Amy Sullivan had taken time for herself. What with raising a kid as a single mother and what not, it’s been hard to find some “her” time. But since it was her day off from the hospital, her adult daughter was out with a friend, and the circus was in town, Amy saw it as the perfect opportunity for some relaxation with a show. And boy would it be a show.
As she entered the fairgrounds, Amy decided to take a look around and marvel at the Freak Show just outside the big tent. There were many people there. Like a stretchy man in a straw hat, a man with great control over his hair (changing it from black to blonde, making it longer, switching from blonde to red and then blue to white), and finally a man who could separate and reattach his limbs. This last one really freaked Amy out, so she had to quickly get out of there.
But when she tried to finally enter the big top, the older Asian woman was suddenly accosted by 3 clowns. One large (possibly 7’9”?) with a vacant, goofy look on his face, one of medium height who wore a large hat and was very scrawny, and finally, a short mean looking one who looked to be the leader of the group. Before she could say anything, the middle aged woman was suddenly forced to watch their ridiculous act as they all began different clown acts. From juggling, to cream pies to the face, to… the large one putting his hand up as if he were touching a wall while screaming, “I AM A CLOWN!” at the top of his lungs. He was obviously confusing clowns with mimes while also completely missing the main point of mimes. And as one clown accidentally bumped into another one, it started a whole chain reaction where they suddenly started doing an impromptu 3 stooges' reenactment.
As the black-haired woman tried to sneak away, the trio of clowns stopped fighting to block her path to the tent once again as the short leader held up a tin can and rattled it.
“What are you doing?” Amy asked.
“Pay up,” responded the vertically challenged man.
“What?”
“Pay. Up. You watched our show, and you obviously enjoyed yourself, so pay up.”
“I didn’t ask to watch you, and it certainly wasn’t enjoyable,” muttered the woman.
“Oh! You don’t think we’re entertaining, don’tcha? Hey Rob! Double B! Let's shows her our main act!”
“Righto!” “On it, Bobby!” Chimed the skinny man and the large one respectively.
And with that, they all encircled Ms. Sullivan, as they drove their grimy hands into her turquoise pants and felt her upper legs and groping at her butt as they grabbed onto their real target.
“What are you-” began Amy Sullivan, but before she could utter another word, her voice caught in her throat as the three men pulled up, hiking her hot pink Wigtali branded granny panties up, with her not too far behind.
As her once comfortable panties slice into her under regions, Amy begins mentally kicking herself for not just throwing the clowns a measly quarter and going on with her day. But before she can lament her previous choices anymore, the trio began bouncing her, sending another spear of pink cotton pain into Amy’s ass crack each time she landed into the seat of her quickly growing granny panties.
Now Amy wasn’t a stranger to wedgies. She had actually won “Most Wedgies Given in a Single Semester” back in her high school’s senior year yearbook, but rarely was it her on the receiving end. The only times she’s ever gotten a wedgie were when Cathleen was scared of getting punished by her so she gave her mom a wedgie as an attempt to by time to escape, the time Cathleen’s friend, Kady, gave her a light tug as a prank, and the time she forgot to do the laundry and had to wear an old, embarrassing pair that were 3 sizes too small.
“Okay boys! That’s long enough! Now wrap!”
The shout of the short clown snapped the 6-foot-tall Sullivan out of her pain-induced reminiscing as she finally noticed that she wasn’t being bounced anymore and probably haven’t been for the past few minutes as she saw how far the clowns were able to stretch her underwear as they were all 9 feet away from her, forming a massive pink triangle with her in the middle. But the triangle didn’t last long as the three clowns began running around her, ducking, diving and jumping over each other while holding her waistband. If it weren’t for the fact that her arms were now suddenly bound to her chest and the growing pain in her ass and crotch, she would have thought to clap for them because this sudden display of acrobatics was actually entertaining… wait, her hands were bound to her chest?!
It would seem that in her absent-mindedness of watching the trio’s choreographed show, she didn’t realize that the reason they were jumping around was because they were tying her up with her own panties. They were giving her a mummy wedgie.
As she tried to finally fight back, it became harder for her to do so, as her arms and hands were already tied together in front of her chest and her legs were bound together, there was nothing she could do as the large man known as Rob lifted his tiny boss, named Bobby, up to deliver the final touch of the wedgie and snap her waistband over her forehead as the Double B pulled out black permanent marker and wrote “NERD” in big, black letters on Amy’s giant pink waistband before Bobby finally pushed the back of her unstable legs, knocking her over.
As Bobby squatted down to get his head as close to Amy’s as he could, he whispered in her ear, “You should have just tipped us. Would have saved you a visit to the wedgie removal clinic.”
And with a snap of his little fingers, Bobby made Rob lift the middle-aged woman by her middle strand, causing more pain for her sore bottom, and carried her back to The Freak Show and throwing her into an empty cage as Double B pulled his marker back out and wrote on cage’s label “The Pink Cheapskate”. With that, the group left, surely to find another person to harass, as the left the sore woman to be gawked at by onlookers who snapped photos and threw peanuts at her before leaving to see the show in the Big Tent.
It would be a while before anyone in charge of that part of the circus realize that she wasn’t supposed to be there as she wasn’t an actual hired “freak” and let her go, but not without a free pass to their next 5 shows and a quick smack on the ass as she left the fairgrounds, vowing to never cross a clown again.
It would seem that everyone's favorite MILF, Ms. Sullivan, learned a very valuable lesson.
This was written for a short story contest in one of my favorite servers that I won by default since no one else entered.