The music in the club had been pounding. Jenna and Howard were both pretty wasted by the time they left. The remains of their party had parted ways at the bus depot, with everyone finding their respective ways home. Howard and Jenna were two houses away from being neighbors, so they walked through the park together.

“What do you mean?” Jenna asked “Honest to god Magic?”

Howard nodded in an exaggerated fashion, clearly inebriated. “That’s what the guy said. I took the pill. Magic is now real.”

Jenna paused next to a bench. “No. No way. Maybe that pill made you feel magical,” she laughed “If magic is real, do something impossible.”

Alcohol induced flirtation made Howard snappily declare, “I’ll get you out of your underpants tonight.”

“Without taking anything else off.” Jenna challenged. She thought she was pretty smart suggesting that clearly impossible wrinkle.

Howard thought about it before agreeing. “You’re on, you just need to let me do what I need to do.”

Jenna nodded, giving her permission.

“Alright, turn this way,” Howard directed, guiding her shoulders, moving her closer to the bench. “Now bend forward,” he said. When she did Howard slid his hands down her back, under her shirt (noting for the dozenth time that evening the lack of a bra) and out the bottom, pulling it tight against her chest. There wasn’t too much further to go before he could reach the exposed sides of Jenna’s thong. When Howard was able to touch them he quickly grabbed them and pulled on the sides of Jenna’s thong, pressing the top of her head into his belly and stretching the leg holes of her underwear up the sides of her waist. The fabric stretched as much as it could. Jenna’s face twisted as the fabric slid up into her quim and didn’t stop. Howard pulled the sides of the super-wedgie up under Jenna’s shirt, right up to her arm pits. The crotch of the thong followed the sides of the underwear up, dragging up above the belt of her painted on shorts.

Jenna didn’t know what or how to feel. She wasn’t sure exactly why she had let her oldest guy friend in the world shove both arms down the back of her incredibly tight tube top. And while she had been the recipient of a wedgie before, it had never been like this one. She couldn’t describe exactly what it felt like her underwear was doing to her, but it somehow felt like a line of burning hot pleasure was advancing up her body. Jenna found the pleasure paralyzing, and that suited Howard’s plan just fine.

As if he had practiced it a thousand times, Howard took both leg holes in his left hand and held them at the nape of her neck, then using his right he passed the front of the leg holes of her stretched underwear around her arms, hooking each side on her shoulders. Now, using Jenna's underwear like a harness Howard stood her upright. Moving quickly, before Jenna was capable of having any kind of rection to the crotch of her panties passing through her belly button, Howard jumped up onto the park bench they were in front of. He grabbed hold of the leg bands of Jenna’s thong and pulled up mightily.

Jenna’s feet briefly left the ground. The searing line of pleasure jolted up her belly to her sternum at which point her feet returned to the ground, then it dragged up between her breasts. When Jenna’s feet hit the ground her body didn’t work quite the way she expected it to. Things felt slightly out of place, out of alignment. Jenna crossed her arms across her body, giving herself a tight hug which would serve her well in a few seconds. The searing pleasure line passed her collar bones just as she was starting to see the inside of the front of her thong.

Howard moved backwards from standing on the seat of the park bench to crouching on the back of it. He wanted the last bit to be overwhelming for Jenna. He quickly straightened his legs, standing tall and hauling up on Jenna underwear as if his life depended on it.

Jenna’s feet left the ground again as the pleasure line of burning hot magma ripped up her neck. A tremendous orgasm the likes of which Jenna had never experienced before rolled over her as the line bisected her face, leaving through the top of her head. Her body collapsed back onto the bench, unable to work in a coordinated fashion. Her limbs jerked spasmodically as Howard dismounted from the bench. She couldn’t believe her eyes, but there was no way they were lying. When Howard stood in front of Jenna twirling a thong on his finger, there was no doubt that it was the pair she had put on just a few hours earlier. “I told you I’d get you out of your underwear tonight,” he said with a grin, “without taking your shorts off, as requested”.



The entire sequence of events proved to be too much for Jenna. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and her split head flopped to either when she fainted, leading the way for the halves of her body to slump apart and separate. It was a good thing her clothes were as tight as they were as they only allowed a small gap in her chest and kept her pelvic halves in contact, but to anything more than the most casual of glances it was obvious that she was in two pieces.

Howard stopped twirling the thong. “Jenna?” He felt a twist in his gut when there was no response. Worried, he lifted the right half of her head and held a finger under its nostril. When he felt she was breathing he released his own breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Jenna was alive. For good measure, Howard checked Jenna’s left side too. All of Jenna was alive. Howard was relieved. Now he just needed to get her to a good place for them to spend the night.