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Stan was in his office working another boring weekend and what’s worse it's a night shift. It bothered him that he lost to Jackson a few weeks ago Because sometimes Jackson would laugh a bit when he's around him, probably due to his underwear. "I hate boring weekends especially at night" He said out loud, not like anyone would hear him since only a few worked at night. Just a short ways away Dick leaned back in his office chair and let out a loud sigh. It was obvious the other agent was just as, if not more bored than his friend Stan. He had noticed the man had changed a bit, ever since Stan had excitedly talked about starting a wedgie war. Had he lost? No way. Stan was the toughest, strongest man they had. Dick was too nervous to ask either way. "Night shifts are evil," he agreed as he pushed away from his desk and rolled back some. "Any plans for after?" "Not at the moment, no," Stan said. He looked over towards Dick and could tell that he was also bored. Maybe he could have fun with Dick after all he was considered Stan's best friend even though he and Jackson knew each other for five years plus pretty much everyone at the CIA bullies him sometimes. "Maybe I could have one night of fun but I can't use the same trick twice" Stan said in his head. "Hey Dick mind if you go see if the vending machine is still on and get us a few snacks?" Dick smiled wickedly at Stan, naively unaware of his plan. "Oh you're bad. I really should be watching my diet but what the hell." The handsome man pushed out of his chair, turning his back to Stan and showing him exactly why he was on a diet. The fit man's butt was getting rather plump, so much so that the seat of his slacks pressed tightly against it. He had complained before to his best friend that his briefs were tight and tonight was no exception. He wiggled a bit as he tried to fix a slight wedgie he had, walking down the hallway to the vending machine. "He really is growing a plump ass like mine" Stan said in his head. He silently followed Dick thankfully some of the hallways were dark so Stan could easily blend into the shadows. "Dick's favorite color is green so he'd probably go for the green snacks at the bottom and if I'm right probably got some green undies or his other favorite black and yellow" Stan thought as he watched behind a dark corner. Knowing Dick better than anyone else, Stan was right. The agent put some money into the machine and entered the numbers for four different snacks toward the bottom of the machine. He bent over to open the compartment and retrieve the goodies, revealing yet again Stan knew him all too well. Against his plain black dress pants and white dress shirt the bright yellow waistband of his undies stuck out like a sore thumb. "Black and Yellow undies it is then, '' Stan said in his head. Stan took this moment to Sneak up behind him and grabbed his waistband without him noticing. After he waited for Dick to make sure the snacks were all accounted for he yanked his underwear in the air causing him to stand on his feet. "Sorry for this Dick but bullying you is kinda fun especially since I'm the only agent who gets to wedgie you oh and nice ass by the way" "Ahhh!" Dick cried in shock and embarrassment from feeling his black and yellow checkered briefs getting pulled up above his suit jacket. Stan's tug was hard, pulling the man off his feet for a moment before he stood up. "Does it have to be wedgies? My briefs ride up enough without you helping," he groaned. The legholes were showing above his pants as he stood on his toes. "But uh thanks for the compliment. It's not too big?" "It's almost the same size as my butt so I should probably hook you up with some clothes that will fit well later" Stan informed giving Dick's underwear a few bounce before letting go. "I guess I could try or usually bully methods on you but your undies were exposed" Stan said. There were other questions Stan wanted to ask for a while now but he dedicated to ask when the time was perfect. "Anyways I think I figured out what to do for tonight thanks to you" Dick comically whined and grunted as he was bounced. Too distracted by pain and humiliation to notice his big butt shaking and juggling under his black pants. Once he was let go he immediately turned around and started to awkwardly pick and pull at the briefs through his pants. "What are we doing?" Dick asked curiously, hoping wedgies didn't have anything to do with it. Especially when he didn't bring another pair with him. "Listen Dick I didn't want to say this but I lost to Jackson a few weeks ago and it got me thinking that I should practice wedgie giving and since everyone knows your an easy target I decided to practice on you" Stan informed as he grabbed the snacks and placed them on a nearby desk. "So, I'm gonna ask you to by my training partner on this even though it's likely i would have done it if you said no but I would at least give you an option" Dick opened his mouth to say something, only to shut it before. Stan was giving him a choice though the other agent admitted he didn't didn't have a say in the matter. The middle aged man couldn't decide what was worse though, refusing and being wedgied against his will or agreeing and basically asking for his underwear to get tugged.  "Partner?" Dick hated to feel left out so he was quick to nod and agree. "Fine, but I don't know if my undies will hold up through training. And I don't exactly bring more pairs to work." "That's OK we're training in the CIA gym and last week I asked Bullock that there should be spare underwear for every agent in the lockers and he said yes so you're covered. Oh and you should switch into your gym clothes since your pants are pretty much tight on you not that I'm complaining" Stan informed. The two went into the locker room and changed into their gym uniforms with Stan wearing a white shirt, red jacket, and black shorts. He turns and sees Dick wearing a green shirt, yellow headband, and black shorts. "Alright Dick anything you want to ask before we head into the gym?" As he changed Dick was aware of Stan watching him and blushed as he took off his pants and stood in just his still wedgied briefs for a moment. He picked them out, letting the elastic snap down of his meaty buns before grabbing his shorts. As he bent over to pull them up he could feel his underwear riding up yet again. "Be gentle?" Dick asked with a nervous smile though he knew Stan wouldn't be. "So how do we start?" "I was surprised that you didn't change underwear. Ok new plan Dick we'll be giving wedgies to each other for this and how this works is that we use the environment to our advantage it's how I got the drop on you earlier" Stan informed, He knows Dick always makes fast recoveries so he decides to see if he's capable at wedgie giving. Once they walked into the gym Stan closed the door behind him and turned down the lights a bit to make hiding easy. "You already stretched them out so might as well finish them." Dick shrugged. Not confident he wouldn't be walking out of the gym with a bad limp, the agent stopped dead in his tracks when Stan mentioned getting wedgies from his best friend. The idea made Dick excited, giving Stan a wedgie. He was now determined to do so, quickly running to hide as things got dark. That's the spirit buddy I know you wanna yank these" Stan turned around and patted his butt not only showing his red waistband but also his plump ass giving Dick quite the view before he ran into the shadows himself hiding behind the brick wall. "Oh you're going to get it!" Dick laughed though he didn't deny how right Stan was. He dreamed of splitting his friend's thick ass with his undies. Carefully he stalked around, always quick to get behind himself to make sure he wasn't followed. When at last he found Stan behind a wall he waited for a moment to strike. Unknown to Stan that Dick was nearby as he quietly ran over to another arena and got under a forest log to see if he could see Dick in sight unknown that Dick quietly followed behind. With Stan crouched down behind a log Dick knew this was the perfect moment. He rushed behind him, grabbing the red waistband and pulling the man's underwear sky high. Just as Stan had done before to him, Dick dragged his friend to his feet. "Wedgie time!" he cheered, pulling until the underwear got to Stan's shoulder blades. Stan let out a big yelp surprised at Dick's Strength. Dick was the weakest agent he knew so he was surprised to feel his underwear up to his shoulders. "Looks like you beat me to the punch" Stan whimpered embarrassed but proud of his friend. As much as he wanted to keep going, Dick let the briefs snap back down against Stan's back. Though he quickly added a smack to the man's ass for good measure. "Now I can see why you like giving wedgies, it's a lot of fun. Your butt looks pretty good like that too, if you don't mind me saying. "No I don't besides I was going to do the same thing" Stan quickly grabbed Dick and placed him in a tight head lock and reached back and grabbed a handful of his underwear and pulled extremely hard. "Darn I guess I'll have to spank it later right now I gotta focus on these briefs" Dick was shocked by how quickly the tides were turned and his own black and yellow briefs were hiked up so hard his eyes crossed in pain. "My ass!" he cried as his friend got the wedgie impressively deep. There was no denying that Stan gave an amazing wedgie. "Mercy," he groaned. "I can taste my underwear." Stan shrugged and threw him at the log causing him to bend over it and gave his butt a quick grope. "I think we're even and you're strong compared to us thinking you were the weakest agent" Stan informed and quickly went into hiding knowing Dick's underwear is about to rip if he kept going so he decided it was gonna be a special ripping wedgie. Not wanting to risk another mammoth wedgie, the moment he was let go Dick ran away. Though his big beaver tail and wedgie were uncomfortable he was too focused on flossing Stan again that he didn't mind. It was only as he squatted down that he heard a twig snap behind that Dick knew he was found. Stan grabbed the leg holes of Dick's underwear and yanked it up and twisted it causing Dick's crotch to slowly become crushed from the fabric and his butt to turn red a bit. Stan pulled and twisted as a loud pop was heard and Dick's underwear was ripping. "Aw, I liked this pair!" Dick frowned as the briefs were torn from his shorts, making him grunt and moan as they were finally ripped completely out leaving him commando. Rubbing his plump butt Dick waddled back to the lockers for a spare pair of briefs. He picked a lime green pair with white piping and pulled them high on his hips. "Ready for another round?" "You want to go for another round? Man you recovered quickly it's like my theory about you might be right" Stan said. "Alright this time we're gonna for a good old fashion wedgie war meaning no more hiding" "Theory? What's your theory?" Dick asked with a smirk as he grabbed his shorts. He stopped and looked at the clothing before looking back at his friend. "I have an idea. We ditch the shorts for the war. They just get in the way." "You sure or you just want to see my plump ass?" Stan teased and grabbed his shorts. "And as for my theory, the reason why you're always making fast recovery and surviving moments that should have killed you is because... You might be a clone with a healing factor" "Can't it be both?" Dick joked as he stood in just his shirt and undies. He was eager to hear Stan's theory but laughed as he was told it. "A clone? No way. You should just be happy your friend can take a lot of wedgies." Not just wedgies Dick, didn't you notice other injuries from our missions over the past years? but you're probably right let's do this" Stan turned around and pulled his shorts off giving Dick a good view of his wedgied butt and plump ass. After a good 4 minutes he turned around and faced him. "Ready?" Dick nodded his head, though if he was honest he was so distracted by Stan's big butt he was caught off guard. Still, he crouched down and rushed up to the man, reaching around his waistband and grabbing at his waistband. With a mighty tug he pulled hard up. Stan grunted and grabbed both sides of Dick's underwear and yanked them up. "You couldn't enjoy the view for a few minutes huh? fine let's get down to business" He said pulling the briefs up a bit more. "I can enjoy the view now," Dick said as he peeked over his friend's shoulder at his bare, wedgied ass. He tugged up and down on the briefs, making Stan's ass jiggle as his new briefs burned up his butt. "And I'll enjoy it more once these are over your head." Stan used all his strength and yanked Dick's underwear past his head crushing his crotch before letting go and watched as his underwear snapped on his shoulders causing Dick to let go. Dick stumbled back, eyes crossed in pain as he grabbed onto his crushed bulge. He desperately pulled at the fabric to relieve himself but was trapped in his new wedgie suspenders. "Yeowch. Jeez Stan, that's a mega wedgie. I don't know what I'm feeling more, impressed or embarrassed." "Impressed since I don't publicly humiliate you that much and I'll think I'll take a strike at this" Stan quickly turned Dick around and smacked his exposed ass cheeks. "I appreciate you don't. And my undies are thankful too. Hey wait!" Dick stumbled over a log leaving himself in the perfect position for a spanking. He grunted and cried out as his buns were pummeled. "Give up and you can go home with your undies intact" Stan said as he continued to spank him and was a bit surprised that his ass is barely red. "You might not like a sore butt especially today" "Does anyone like a sore butt?" Dick tried to joke to lessen his embarrassment. "Can't imagine anyone liking wedgies." As he was smacked over and over Dick tried to resist, and true to Stan's theory the pain wasn't too bad. "I don't give. Besides, you already ripped my own undies." "No but I know a few who do enjoy giving them, it's a huge con of having a plump ass" Stan informed. He gave one last spank leaving a huge mark on Dick's ass then grabbed his underwear again by the legholes and pulled them up higher causing more discomfort. "Yeah, giving is fun. Oof!" Dick grunted as the back of his briefs scraped against his shoulder blades. The underwear was so tight his ass was really starting to hurt and his balls were crushed. "Okay fine. I give." Stan let's go and watched as the mark on Dick's ass disappeared then helped him out of his wedgie. "Dang you heal fast. Anyways thanks for this training experience" He said. Dick couldn't deny how quickly he was starting to feel better. "Yeah, I guess I'm a pretty good wedgie test dummy." The agent picked his wedgie out and sighed with relief. "It was fun. Well, at least the parts where I wedgied you." "I know we often see you as the weakest agent but today kinda proves that wrong and a little on the clone theory" Stan said pulling his shorts up. "Anyways wanna head to the CIA dorms to rest?" Dick got dressed too, though the stretched out briefs stuck out like a tail. "Yeah that sounds great. You're not wanting to go home?" "Not tonight besides would you go home with that huge wedgie tail even Bullock will abuse you twice as hard. It's best if we stay at the dorms besides I have to give you tips on plump ass and clothes" Stan informed. "Oh I need tips!" Dick excitedly confirmed as the two men walked to the dorms. "My pants get so tight and let's not even talk about my briefs. They're so small now they ride up all the time. By the end of my shift I'm tasting them." "That's why I had my pants and underwear custom made by Dr. Weitzman," Stan informed walking beside his friend.