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This is my first non-pokemon OC, Tera Knox, the youngest out of her older sister.

Tara Knox

Age: 18

Hair: Red

Eye color: Red

Panty type and prints: Pink granny panties, with lightning bolt prints.

Outfit: Black and Red tank top, with Brown shorts and grey and red boots

Personality: Snarky, Mean, Aggressive especially when someone makes fun of the size of her butt.

History:
Tera is short of her age with a blessing and a curse of having wide hips and a big butt, she resents having this body feature and normally results in getting wedgies, pantsed and so much more and to add insult to injury she's been dubbed the nickname of Choco Buns. Even though, she's short, she puts meaning behind the big surprises come in small packages since she's been a wedgie target at home she picked up a few things for her sisters and gives the worst wedgies anyone could ever get.

~Miscellaneous Info~

Favorite Book: Diary Of Wimpy Kid

Favorite Movie: Saw

Favorite Food: Pizza

Favorite game: Palace

Here’s a little introduction story.

Carly belongs to seseta

Tara was walking down the hallway when she ‘accidently’ bumps into Carly causing her two fall into her locker. “Whoops, my bad.” Tara said as she chuckled and proceeded to walk away. Carly gets up and glares at her butt then remembers that she still had one of her wedgie machines nearby. Carly looks at Tara as she walked by what she believed to be a trash can, but in all actuality it was a machine with hidden arms and poles with hooks at the end of them. Carly grinned and then went into her locker and pulls out her phone ready to record her contraption at work. Tara walked by the trashcan and then trips the activation wire that turned the machine on. Tara turned around and then the trashcan started to transform into the ultimate wedgie machine, shooting out two arms grabbed a hold of Tara’s pink granny panties patterned with yellow lightning bolts with their mechanical fingers. Tara tried to shake the hands off her panties but then it was too late they had already started their protocol.

“Get off of me you stupid pieEEEEIIIKKKK!!” Tara was stunned as her granny panties were being yanked high over her back, and so far up her ass causing her shorts to sag down a little. The mechanical arms then rested and began to lower giving Tara some relief but just as she thought she was safe the arms rocketed back up and this time pulling the panties up to the back of her head. The dark skinned red head shrieked in the most girly fashion as the machine repeated this process nine more time each time faster than the one before.

“Noted, Phase one is way more effective now.” Carly said with glee. “Let’s see how she likes phase two.” Two more mechanical arms grew out of the trash can and pulled Tara’s shorts completely down. “Hey, don’t do that!” Tara demanded as the arms grabbed the front of her panties and then all four arms proceeded with giving Tara a massive squeaky clean. “OWW! STOP! OWW! YOU’RE SAWING ME IN HALF!” Tara shrieked earning more giggles from Carly as she is enjoying every minute of it.

The machine stopped giving the poor black girl a squeaky clean but Tara wasn’t out of danger yet and she was still far from safety. The two arms holding the back of her panties hoisted her up to her tiptoes as the arms that were holding the front of her panties grabbed her shorts and then threw them into the trash can. All that could be heard is a loud shredding noise and seconds later, pieces of Tara’s brown shorts flew out the trashcan causing Tara’s eyes to widen as it rained what used to be her shorts. “Phase two, complete. Now for Phase three!” Carly said with excitement.

Tara tried to pull her panties out of her large twin moons, hopping up and down but it was to no avail. The machine started to gear up again which caused Tara to look in fear. “Now, what?!” Tara asked as she saw the two free arms retreat back into the trashcan and then two poles with hooks crane out in their place. Tara gulped knowing that she was in for the wedgie of her life. The two poles hooked onto Tara’s pink grannies and then hoisted her into the air causing her to scream as she was suspended in midair and her panties sunk deeper into her ass. Now, the hands free, they began to cock back and then one hand at a time, the hands swung forward smacking Tara’s wedgied backside. “OWW! NO NO NO NO NO! STOP, PLEASE! MOMMY!!!” Tara cried louder as the cold, metal hands continued to smack her backside causing them to dawn a dark red shade. Tara’s ass giggled more and more with every smack and the wedgie was only getting deeper and deeper.

“The new engine is working perfectly!” Carly giggled while she continued to watch and record the machine begin to bounce her up and down. “OWIEEE! PLEASE NO MORE!” Tara cried, her panties were being turned into the ultimate torture device which was equivalent to the string of a paddle ball. After about thirty bounces, the hooks stopped bouncing the poor black girl her pain was still far from over. The two arms then grabbed onto Tara’s ankle and began to pull her down to the ground while the hooks latched onto the waistband of her panties. “EEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” Tara shrieked as she was being pulled in two opposing directions. Her panties were stretched to three times their actual size.

The arms grabbed the waistband of her grannies once more. “What are you doin’?” The arms started to pull the over Tara’s face. “No, please! NO!! MEEPHHPPPH!” Tara’s screamed were muffled as she was now trapped in a mask made of her own panties. All Tara could see was stretched pink fabric and yellow lightning bolts. A duck tape roller craned out of the trash can and began to duck tape her ankles together and her hands behind her back. Carly proud of her handiwork, walks up to Tara and pulls out a marker and writes ‘Spank these Choco Buns!’ on her left buttcheek and ‘Courtesy of Carly’ on the right. Then Carly walks in front of Tara, Tara not able to make out who it is but can see a figure through the pink and yellow fabric begins to muffle in anger. “That’ll teach you to watch where you’re going, Choco Buns.” Carly said, giggling as she walks past Tara giving her one good smack on her red bottom and walks off. Tara then falls over and can’t get up as the bell rings and everyone walks out of the classroom. Tara was not gonna live this down.

Description

This is my first non-pokemon OC, Tera Knox, the youngest out of her older sister.

Tara Knox

Age: 18

Hair: Red

Eye color: Red

Panty type and prints: Pink granny panties, with lightning bolt prints.

Outfit: Black and Red tank top, with Brown shorts and grey and red boots

Personality: Snarky, Mean, Aggressive especially when someone makes fun of the size of her butt.

History:
Tera is short of her age with a blessing and a curse of having wide hips and a big butt, she resents having this body feature and normally results in getting wedgies, pantsed and so much more and to add insult to injury she's been dubbed the nickname of Choco Buns. Even though, she's short, she puts meaning behind the big surprises come in small packages since she's been a wedgie target at home she picked up a few things for her sisters and gives the worst wedgies anyone could ever get.

~Miscellaneous Info~

Favorite Book: Diary Of Wimpy Kid

Favorite Movie: Saw

Favorite Food: Pizza

Favorite game: Palace

Here’s a little introduction story.

Carly belongs to seseta

Tara was walking down the hallway when she ‘accidently’ bumps into Carly causing her two fall into her locker. “Whoops, my bad.” Tara said as she chuckled and proceeded to walk away. Carly gets up and glares at her butt then remembers that she still had one of her wedgie machines nearby. Carly looks at Tara as she walked by what she believed to be a trash can, but in all actuality it was a machine with hidden arms and poles with hooks at the end of them. Carly grinned and then went into her locker and pulls out her phone ready to record her contraption at work. Tara walked by the trashcan and then trips the activation wire that turned the machine on. Tara turned around and then the trashcan started to transform into the ultimate wedgie machine, shooting out two arms grabbed a hold of Tara’s pink granny panties patterned with yellow lightning bolts with their mechanical fingers. Tara tried to shake the hands off her panties but then it was too late they had already started their protocol.

“Get off of me you stupid pieEEEEIIIKKKK!!” Tara was stunned as her granny panties were being yanked high over her back, and so far up her ass causing her shorts to sag down a little. The mechanical arms then rested and began to lower giving Tara some relief but just as she thought she was safe the arms rocketed back up and this time pulling the panties up to the back of her head. The dark skinned red head shrieked in the most girly fashion as the machine repeated this process nine more time each time faster than the one before.

“Noted, Phase one is way more effective now.” Carly said with glee. “Let’s see how she likes phase two.” Two more mechanical arms grew out of the trash can and pulled Tara’s shorts completely down. “Hey, don’t do that!” Tara demanded as the arms grabbed the front of her panties and then all four arms proceeded with giving Tara a massive squeaky clean. “OWW! STOP! OWW! YOU’RE SAWING ME IN HALF!” Tara shrieked earning more giggles from Carly as she is enjoying every minute of it.

The machine stopped giving the poor black girl a squeaky clean but Tara wasn’t out of danger yet and she was still far from safety. The two arms holding the back of her panties hoisted her up to her tiptoes as the arms that were holding the front of her panties grabbed her shorts and then threw them into the trash can. All that could be heard is a loud shredding noise and seconds later, pieces of Tara’s brown shorts flew out the trashcan causing Tara’s eyes to widen as it rained what used to be her shorts. “Phase two, complete. Now for Phase three!” Carly said with excitement.

Tara tried to pull her panties out of her large twin moons, hopping up and down but it was to no avail. The machine started to gear up again which caused Tara to look in fear. “Now, what?!” Tara asked as she saw the two free arms retreat back into the trashcan and then two poles with hooks crane out in their place. Tara gulped knowing that she was in for the wedgie of her life. The two poles hooked onto Tara’s pink grannies and then hoisted her into the air causing her to scream as she was suspended in midair and her panties sunk deeper into her ass. Now, the hands free, they began to cock back and then one hand at a time, the hands swung forward smacking Tara’s wedgied backside. “OWW! NO NO NO NO NO! STOP, PLEASE! MOMMY!!!” Tara cried louder as the cold, metal hands continued to smack her backside causing them to dawn a dark red shade. Tara’s ass giggled more and more with every smack and the wedgie was only getting deeper and deeper.

“The new engine is working perfectly!” Carly giggled while she continued to watch and record the machine begin to bounce her up and down. “OWIEEE! PLEASE NO MORE!” Tara cried, her panties were being turned into the ultimate torture device which was equivalent to the string of a paddle ball. After about thirty bounces, the hooks stopped bouncing the poor black girl her pain was still far from over. The two arms then grabbed onto Tara’s ankle and began to pull her down to the ground while the hooks latched onto the waistband of her panties. “EEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” Tara shrieked as she was being pulled in two opposing directions. Her panties were stretched to three times their actual size.

The arms grabbed the waistband of her grannies once more. “What are you doin’?” The arms started to pull the over Tara’s face. “No, please! NO!! MEEPHHPPPH!” Tara’s screamed were muffled as she was now trapped in a mask made of her own panties. All Tara could see was stretched pink fabric and yellow lightning bolts. A duck tape roller craned out of the trash can and began to duck tape her ankles together and her hands behind her back. Carly proud of her handiwork, walks up to Tara and pulls out a marker and writes ‘Spank these Choco Buns!’ on her left buttcheek and ‘Courtesy of Carly’ on the right. Then Carly walks in front of Tara, Tara not able to make out who it is but can see a figure through the pink and yellow fabric begins to muffle in anger. “That’ll teach you to watch where you’re going, Choco Buns.” Carly said, giggling as she walks past Tara giving her one good smack on her red bottom and walks off. Tara then falls over and can’t get up as the bell rings and everyone walks out of the classroom. Tara was not gonna live this down.