[Comm] Ji-Woo's Butterslide Wedgie

Inspired by this web game: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwvucGRboc8

            “Ji-Woo, do you have a moment?” Ji-Woo’s physics professor called to her at the end of class.

            Ji-Woo arched an eyebrow. “Sure, Professor. What’s up?”

            Her professor had a big beaming smile on his face. “We have an amazing opportunity for some extra credit, a wonderful opportunity, especially for a science major like yourself.”

            Ji-Woo smiled eagerly. “Well, I’m always ready for some extra work!”

            The professor clapped her on the shoulder. “Good deal! Meet me at the quad this Saturday at noon.”

            He started walking out of the classroom with Ji-Woo following behind.

            “Wait, professor, what kind of extra credit are we talking about?” she said to the back of his head.

            The professor waved at the air. “Oh, just a simple physics experiment that some of the physics grad students and I are working on. Don’t worry about any of that. We’ll have everything set up when you arrive.”

***

            “Are you sure this is safe?”

            Ji-Woo Park stood on a step ladder in front of a long, metal slide. The half-circular structure was supported on wooden struts and stretched outward, curving into the distance. The inside was completely coated with butter.

            “If you’re scared, then we can find someone else to take part in the experiment and get the credits for this course,” the professor said, looking at her over his clipboard. The other physics students puttered around, taking notes and measuring things with tape measures.

            Ji-Woo glared at him. His words sparked a little rebellious fire in her brain.

            She adjusted the big red belt holding up her skinny jeans, which sat precariously low on her hips. She tugged on her orange crop top hoodie. The zipper of the hoodie was pulled down, showing off her magenta bra underneath.

            “All right. Let’s do this!”

            Ji-Woo stepped into the slide. Her black converse sneakers immediately started to slip on the butter, her legs flailing in every direction, moving with such speed that it looked like she had eight legs like an octopus.

            “Whoa! Whoa!” she yelled.

            Her legs completely slipped out from under her, her feet pointing to the sky, and her tight ass splashed into the slimy lukewarm butter. She was propelled, rocketed frictionless down the slide at impossible speeds. Butter smeared against her clothes and skin, especially her exposed abs and lower back.

            The slide curled and twisted across the college campus, and Ji-Woo felt herself speed up with every tight turn.

            Up ahead, the chute suddenly climbed into the sky at a steep angle.

            “Wait! Wait!!” Ji-Woo protested.

            Her momentum propelled her up the incline and launched her into the air. She flailed and flipped and somersaulted in the sky. Behind her, the slide that launched her had ended. In front of her, there was a similar slide ready to receive her, but this chute was pointed downward in a steep decline.

            “AAAaHHhH!!” Ji-Woo screamed.

            Her tighty whities, which had ridden up and out of her hip-hugger skinny jeans, snagged on the lip of the receiving slide.

            “UUrrKKHKK!!” Ji-Woo grimaced. Her snagged panties fought her momentum, slowing her descent. As she slowly slid down the messy buttery slide, her panties tightened and stretched up into her in a brutal wedgie.

            “YEEOOwwOOuchh!!!” Ji-Woo screamed. Her arms flailed helplessly against the slippery walls of the slide. Cotton sliced up into her asscrack and spread her poor pussy apart. Dry fabric squashed her clit and rubbed the inside of her lips raw. Lightning pain coursed through the most sensitive parts of her body, making her eyes water. Her ass cheeks tingled, growing numb from the stretching leg holes of her panties squeezing her cheeks like a vise. Her asshole and crack screamed, the stretching fabric scraping against them like blistering rug burns.

            Her panties grew longer and tauter. The elastic of her waistband was somehow defeating inertia and gravity and momentum. Her panties vibrated, quivering like a pulled bowstring.

            SPROING

            “EEAaaAAAAHGGHH!!!” Ji-Woo screamed.

            Her panties launched her back into the sky even faster than before. She soared through the clouds like Superman with her deformed ten-foot long panties – dirty with butter from the slide and stretched skidmarks from haphazard wiping – flapping wildly behind her like a cape.

            “EEiiAAAAHHH!!!” Ji-Woo howled in absolute terror.

            Ji-Woo continued to gain height, past the clouds, through the atmosphere, until she drifted into earth’s orbit.

            Ji-Woo pursed her lips and puffed up her cheeks to preserve as much air as she could, but she couldn’t help but release a muffled scream.

            “MMMnNRRNN!!”

            She could see the circumference of the Earth in all its green and blue glory. Millions of stars surrounded her in the blackness of space.

            She circled the earth, the absurd momentum of the butter slide still propelling her forward, if gently.

            In the distance, astronauts repairing a space station in their spacesuits turned to watch the struggling woman somehow surviving in space with her panties trailing behind her into the void like the tethers equipped to their own suits.

            Ji-Woo noticed them, her face looking back at her in their reflective helmets. She saw herself turn bright flaming red with embarrassment.

            The astronauts waved to her, and an angry, humiliated Ji-Woo flipped them the bird.

            On Earth, livestreams of the space station repairs were interrupted by Ji-Woo’s ridiculous orbiting body.

            “A mysterious woman people are calling the ‘wedgie astronaut’ has just been spotted drifting through space by a team of astronauts!” a news anchor reported. “The woman, whose giant, dirty panties are stretched out of her behind in what looks like a painful wedgie, is a complete mystery, but the whole world is watching her on her magnificent adventure!”

            Live footage of Ji-Woo was broadcast throughout the globe, on television screens and phones in every country in the world. Monks in Nepal watched her on their smartphones. Every screen in Times Square was plastered with Ji-Woo’s wedgied, drifting body. Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, a sasquatch watched from inside a cave on a decades old tube TV equipped with bunny ears.

            They all watch Ji-Woo slowly drifting down, pulled back to Earth by its gravity and the arcing momentum of the butter slide.

            “MMNNPPHH!!” Ji-Woo screamed. She looked up at the astronauts and the satellite growing smaller and further away.

            She plummeted down toward earth faster and faster, streaking through the clouds. Her tighty whities trailed behind her, whipping and rippling in the air currents, which made them yank and chafe at her poor blistering ass.

            The wind whistled and howled in her ears as she descended towards earth like a missile.

            Through the fingers of her flailing outstretched hands, she saw the campus. She was thousands of feet above it, but it was growing larger and larger with each millisecond.

            Several trampolines were set up across the quad like polka dots, presumably by the professor to catch her descent.

            Ji-Woo swam through the air, trying to aim toward a trampoline, frantically kicking and slicing through the air with her arms and legs. But her windswept, dirty, slimy underwear wrapped around her body, tangling her up, smothering her face with the dirty, rotten, and tangy smell of her own unwashed and unwiped ass.

            “MmMPPHHH!!” a muffled Ji-Woo screamed.

            Ji-Woo crashed into the ground with a mighty explosion – missing one of the trampolines by a few feet.

            Her impact made a crater in the exact shape of her body. Smoke rose from it with a dull hiss.

            The professor leaned over the edge of the crater and glanced inside with a pained grimace. He made a few notes on his clipboard. The grad students swarmed around her hole, taking readings with telescopes and sextants and rules to gauge the distance of their butter slide victim.

            “Congratulations, Ji-Woo. Your distance broke all previous records!”

            “Ughhh….” Ji-Woo groaned from inside the crater.

***

            “And here we have the crater where the first ever wedgie astronaut crashed to the ground,” a TV reporter said. She pointed to the cartoon Ji-Woo-shaped hole in the ground and the cameraman panned over the hole, broadcasting every detail.

            “The wedgie astronaut, which we are told is a young college student named Ji-Woo, was a stunned and sore, but thankfully didn’t receive any broken bones upon reentry.”

            Footage from earlier in the day was replayed on screen. In the replay, the physics students helped a smoking, dirt-covered, and dazed Ji-Woo out of the hole.

            “The wedgie astronaut was taken to a local hospital for a full inspection where we wish her a speedy recovery!”

            Ji-Woo, laying in her hospital bed, grumbled up at the television screen.

            She was laying on her back with her legs curled up like an upturned beetle. Her hospital gown was pulled away and her ass and pussy were presented skyward. Both were bright red and sore, but her ass was especially inflamed, swollen with wedgie-induced hemorrhoids and friction burns. With globs of cool diaper rash cream coating her fingers, Ji-Woo reached through her lifted thighs and gingerly smeared the cream across her ass crack. She winced as she very carefully fingered the cream into her swollen, puffy, burning asshole.