Summary: Tuesday and Truman X rarely get along. The right enemies can bring them together surprisingly well though.
Also, I made up a reason for why Tuesday's hair randomly changes from green to other colors as much as it does.
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(it is absurdly hard to find images for this show)
Be the judge and let me know if this was any good or not.
In the household of the X family, everything was perfectly normal.
"Put me-EEE dow-OWWWNGh so I, GYAHHCK, can destroy-EEE your big butt al-AAGGHH-ready-EEYOWWW!"
"Not a chance, short stuff."
Which is to say that the usual chaos was unfolding.
"Do-OWWN'T caaahhhll me that!" Truman X cried out angrily as his big sister, Tuesday, continued bouncing him by his tighty whities while his arms and legs flailed about helplessly.
Stopping her bouncing of him to hold the redheaded boy in front of her face, Tuesday smirked at him before tauntingly telling him that, "I MIGHT stop calling you that if you ever get as tall as my knees." Growling angrily, Truman tried to take advantage of the cessation of her bouncing him to grab her face, only for the green-haired girl to fling him forward by his undies while stating, "Nope."
His briefs stretching by a couple of feet and digging painfully into his buttocks, Truman let out a high pitched, "KYYYYAAAHHHHOOOWWWWIIIIEEEE!" The short boy was then pulled back towards his sister, who flung him backwards into another round of briefs stretching, making is butt clench up even tighter around the cotton invading it before she reeled him back in with another pull and spun to fling him upwards.
An of course, she just kept spinning herself around and him by his underwear.
"OOWWWW, DOOOWWWWNNYYGGH, LEEEET MEEEE DOOOWWWWNNYYGHAAHHOOWWWW!" he pleaded, his crack chafing and burning.
"Heheh, if you insist." Tuesday said as she stopped spinning before pulling downward with the wedgie. As Truman went down, Tuesday reversed her pull into an upward one, adding several more inches to his briefs before he stopped a few inches off of the ground, dangling in wedgie with his face twitching and half of his buttocks exposed from his shorts riding down during all this.
"Buuutt… paaaaiiinnngghh…" he managed to get out as Tuesday chuckled.
However, no member of the X family was one to give up easily and as Truman dangled down near his sister's feet, the youngest member of the family got an idea.
Grabbing onto his siter's tights with one hand, the redhead pulled himself towards her right leg and proceeded to bite it. HARD. "DYOW!" this caused her to lift up said leg, raising her brother up along with it.
Before she could try to pry him off, Truman proceeded to curl up his free hand into a fist and uppercut his sister right between her legs. The effect was immediate, the greenette's whole body going still before she proceeded collapse downward, hands going between her legs and releasing Truman's underwear.
"Oooowwww…" As she groaned in pain on the living room floor, Truman rolled himself around the floor in order to quickly get behind her.
Raising up a single foot towards her large, skirt covered buttocks, Truman switched his shoes into rocket mode. "Now let's roast this rump." Flames igniting, the boy swiftly ignited his sister's skirt and sent a wave of burning heat across her bottom.
Tuesday's eyes widened as pain engulfed her butt. "KYYYAAAHHHH!" The sensation of actual flames licking at her bottom quickly had her on her feet again and hopping around as she tore off her burning skirt, now shouting, "HOTHOTHOTHAAAHHHHHT!" The flames having gone through to her tights, she swiftly found herself tearing off the seat of those as well.
Meanwhile, Truman had flown upward now using his shoes and, with his sister's skirt and tights out of the way, he had an easy time flying toward and grabbing her seafoam green bikini panties and wedging them up her butt (revealing reddened butt cheeks) and further pulling the cotton material all the way up her back and over her head for an atomic wedgie.
"GAAAAHHHHHCK!" Head bent back by the taut elastic of her panties pulling on her from her forehead, Tuesday glared u pat the boy as he laughed at her.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Mr. X was reading the paper and sipping coffee while Mrs. X was pouring her own cup of coffee. The sounds of their kids fighting growing louder, Mrs. X felt prompted to ask, "Any idea what they're fighting about this time?"
"I think I heard Truman yell something about using up the hot water or something a while ago." Mr. X replied, not looking up from his paper as he followed this up by asking, "Homebase, what's their current status?"
As a red monitor descended down, it flickered with light while explaining that, "The sibling rivalry has now escalated to the point of gadgets being in play but only minimally. Both Truman and Tuesday remain in optimal health though and, miraculously, they have yet to start damaging the house."
"Well, as long as they're being safe." Mrs. X replied, confident her children would be fine. After all, their go at partnered combat in the simulator showed that they could still put their differences aside under stress and work together. Although, her maternal instincts still had her feeling a bit of worry, sooo… "Maybe we should break this one up before Homebase gets damaged." she suggested.
Humming in thought, Mr. X made up his mind ad decided, "Good idea." Standing up, he headed towards the living room, he said, "I'll tell em' to go out for some fresh air, should help cool them down."
And in all fairness to him, this plan did sorta work.
"Stupid Tuesday… can't shower without taking an hour…" Though, as evidenced by Truman's grumbled words, Mr. X's plan had only really succeeded in making tee kids part ways to fester a bit. They'd both calm down soon enough.
For now though, Truman was contenting himself with being perched up in a tree and readying a powerful water gun of his own design as he prepared to soak anyone passing by. His usual mischief.
Sadly, as he was scanning the area for someone to target, he failed to notice a pair of eyes watching him from the Y household.
The Y's, rival spy family to the X's and prone to attacking any rivals.
As such, it should come as no surprise that Scout Y, a young girl Truman's age and height who had auburn hair styled into a ponytail, lightly tanned skin, and a red dress with a blue and red checked pattern at the bottom and a white shirt underneath was in the process of observing him with her dark brown eyes through a set of high powered binoculars.
She grinned evilly as she zoomed her vision in towards his waist and spotted the elastic of his briefs sticking out. "Heheh, stupid X child…" Setting her binoculars down, the malicious Y child proceeded to pick up what looked to be a scoped bazooka and aimed it out of her open window while targeting Truman.
Although, instead of an explosive, the launched fired a silver orb.
A silver orb that opened up to release four tendrils, two of which wrapped around his arms and forced him to drop his water gun. "Hey, what the heck?!" Truman only had a moment to squirm before he felt the claws at the end of the other two tendrils grab onto his briefs. "Oh no…" he uttered just before he felt his tighty whities get wedged up tightly into his crack. "HYYYGGHHH!" Posture turning rigid, it only took a second pull on his undies to make him start falling off of the tree branch he was on.
He didn't reach the ground though.
Instead, he was 'saved' by the tendrils hooking his waistband onto the tree branch from a hanging wedgie. "GAAHHOOWWW!" Buttocks tightly clenched, Truman felt his right eye twitch while also hearing laughter not too far away.
Kicking his legs to turn in his wedgie and wincing as that tightened it, he saw and glared at Scout, who had taken out a video camera and started recording. Blushing, he realized that he should start making an escape.
His arms still pinned at his sides though, he was only able to do so by kicking his legs to bounce himself, slowly elongated his underwear in the hopes of reaching a point where the fabric would rip. "OW… OWWW… GAHOW!"
It was going to take a while.
"Ah, so much better than fighting with Truman." Tuesday said, relaxed as she enjoyed a soda at the mall. Her dad had been right. All she had needed was to cool off a little… and to put on another of her skirts and new tights.
And since she had been at it, she switched her hair to a dark pink this time. The benefits of quick hair dyes developed by secret agents to help with disguises, she could switch up her style as much as she wanted throughout the day with no hassle.
However, her relaxation was not to last, as she wasn't the only spy girl in service to SUPERIOR who was at the mall that day. Dressed in her usual grey vest with a white shirt underneath, red tie going down under the vest, short dark blue skirt with light green grid lines, green knee high boots, white thigh high socks, green earrings, and thick black glasses, Seven Y (a girl with long and lightly tanned skin) glared at Tuesday.
Glancing around, Seven took note of the number of people from their school currently in the food court area. It was a satisfactory number for what she wanted to do. Petty as it was, Seven couldn't resist taking some time to torment and humiliate her rival.
Walking towards Tuesday, Seven took out a stick of special, 'made to be extra sticky' gum and began chewing on it. As Tuesday picked a table to sit at, she didn't notice Seven approaching her. Nor did Tuesday notice Seven taking out her gum and quick flicking onto the bolted own bar stool Tuesday chose just a moment before the spikey-haired girl sat down.
Taking a seat of her own at a different table, Seven watched and waited with her phone out and set to record, her red-painted lips curved up in a cruel smile.
When Tuesday stood up after finishing her soda a couple of minutes later, her hopping down from the seat was accompanied by a loud *RRRRIIIP* as her skirt was torn off. Head turning down, Tuesday's face lit up with a blush as she saw that her green panties could be clearly seen through her tights. "Oh, not good, not good, not good…" Eyes going to her torn skirt still on the bar stool, Tuesday grabbed it and gave it some tugs to try and pull it off. "Come on, come on, come ooonnn…" she whined, her voice taking on an increasingly desperate tone.
Watching and recording this, Seven snickered before deciding to take advantage of Tuesday's even more distracted state before people started noticing.
Taking off one of her earrings, she tapped it and it became a small dart which she proceeded to hurl at Tuesday's left buttock, its large size making for an easy target.
"Yeowch!" Feeling the sting and unaware of the dart transforming into a small, single use gravity manipulator, Tuesday turned around. Eyes falling on Seven, she glared while angrily uttering, "You-" And then her panties rocketed up her back as the forces of gravity seemed to go into a full reverse, digging the cotton harshly into her butt and causing her to hunch over in pain. "GAAAHHHOOOWWW!" Coming up to just below her shoulder's, the back of Tuesday's panties stopped there.
"Hey everyone, check out Tuesday's new look!" Seven called out, immediately putting eyes on the skirtless and wedgied punk girl. And that attention was, of course, followed by laughter, and people getting out their phones to take pictures.
"Wooo, lovin' the new look!" one boy called out, which was followed by a few wolf whistles.
"Really shows off that bubble butt you've got back there!" one of Tuesday's female classmates teased.
Her face getting pinker and pinker while her panties remained wedged up into her crack, Tuesday covered what little she could with her hands and started running, her wedgied buttocks bouncing and wobbling as she did.
Meanwhile, back at the X household…
"Aaaahhh… Ooohhh that'ssss better…" Truman uttered as he slipped an ice pack acquired from the freezer down the back of his shorts, the cooling sensation soothing his chafed crack, which still burned from his having to rip his way out of his earlier hanging wedgie, not to mention the damage that Tuesday had done to his butt before Scout's attack on it.
Trudging his way into the living room with his sore bottom slowing his steps as he got himself settled onto the couch, the redheaded boy decided to entertain himself with some TV while his but recovered.
And not too long after that, the front door opened to reveal Tuesday X, still red-faced and sans her skirt but with the gravity manipulating effects of Seven's attack having worn off, her stretched panties now just dangling out of her tights behind her like a tail made out of green cotton.
Walking unsteadily over to the couch while one hand plucked at her undies to try and get them out of her crack, Tuesday soon found herself dropping down beside her brother, tired from the frantic run back home.
Eyes shifting from the TV to his sister, Truman found himself asking, "What happened to you?"
"Seven happened." Tuesday muttered, her eyes falling on Truman and noticing the ice pack he'd placed down the back of his shorts, prompting her to raise an eyebrow and ask, "You?"
"Scout happened." Truman answered grumpily.
As the siblings looked away from each other and towards the television, they both had a good idea of what they'd be doing tomorrow…
The next day…
Scout hummed happily to herself while pulling a tray of cookies out of the fully functional oven of her playhouse in the backyard.
*KNOCK, KNOCK*
And then she heard a knock at said playhouse's door, prompting a "Huh?" from her in response. Setting the tray down on a plastic table, she went to doo and opened it, only to be greeted by… nothing. Her eyes immediately hardened as she took two steps outside and glanced around suspiciously.
Feeling eyes on her from behind, Scout quickly spun around, doing so only JUST short of being fast enough to notice Tuesday (her hair green once again) leaping up into the air, landing silently behind the turned around girl.
Hands going up under the small girl's skirt, Tuesday grabbed onto a pair of bright pink, unicorn and rainbow patterned panties and shouted "Wedgie!" as she brutally hiked the fabric all the way up Scout's back, over her ponytail, and onto her forehead in one go.
"AAAGGHHHOOOWWWWWW!" Scout's crack burned and her knees buckled before she slumped down to them. "Paaaiiinnnyygghh…"
Letting out just a bit of sinister laughter, Tuesday cracked her knuckles and said, "Oh, if you think that's bad, just wait. I plan on making this atomic a LAYERED one."
Eyes widening as Tuesday's hands grabbed onto her panties again, Scout began shouting, "NonononooooOOOWWWWWW!" That shouting didn't stop Tuesday from stretching her extremely girly panties down to completely cover her face… and down through her legs, stretching the fabric up through Scout's buttocks again and up her back once more to put a second layer onto the atomic wedgie.
And then a third layer for good measure, that ending with the waistband snapping under Scout's chin.
"MMMYYYYRRRGGHHHH!" shrieking through three layers of cotton and squirming on the ground with her raised up, wedgied bottom exposed by her flipped up dress, Scout was entirely unaware of Tuesday bringing out a short, wooden paddle.
Looking over at a camera she had set up to record this, Tuesday grinned and said, "Hope you enjoy the show, bro." Giving the paddle twirl in her hand, Tuesday brought it down on Scout's small butt with a painful sounding THWACK!
"MYYYYYRRRGGHHAAAHHHHMMMM!" Her squirming intensifying, Scout shrieked as her bottom stung fiercely, though she was unable to avoid receiving yet another THWACK on her rear end. "HHHYYYYRRRGGHHH!"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The spanks rained down until Scout's butt was bright red and bawling. At which point3 Tuesday rested the paddle on her shoulder and began gingerly walking away… after taking the cookies that Scout had made, of course.
At the library, Seven scanned the shelves for a book she had to write a report on.
Peeking at her through some parted books on a shelf, Truman made one last assessment of her as he prepared to strike. "Height is just about Tuesday's, no tights to get in my way, her butt's only half as big as Tuesday's though… Eh, shouldn't affect how well these babies pull." Satisfied, the redhead opened up his backpack and pressed a button on his watch.
In response, a couple dozen small, winged drones (each the size and shape of a beetle) flew out of Truman's pack and headed straight for Seven. Or more specifically, they headed for her skirt.
Landing on it silently while she was distracted, the drones swiftly got to work cutting at the fabric, bit by bit revealing more and more of the plain white granny panties that Seven had on underneath. And just as they were nearing completion, Seven's eyes lit up as she found the book she'd been looking for and pulled it off of the shelf. "Ahah, there you are." she said, just in time to feel her cut up skirt to fall off of her waist and down to her ankles.
Her lit up eyes widened at the feeling before glancing down, bringing a blush onto her face as she let out a small squeak and held the book in front of her panties shyly. Whatever further attempts she might have made to try and spare herself the embarrassment being caught with her skirt down would never be made though.
Truman's drones flew upward and, digging their mechanical legs into the seat of her panties and grabbing on tight, proceeded to fly upward, their combined strength painfully sinking white cotton in between Seven's round, shapely butt cheeks. "HUURRGGHH!" As the sudden pain in her butt forced Seven into a bent over position, the drones increased the strength and speed of their wings, flying hard enough to, for a few moments, lift the girl off of the ground by her panties. "OWWWOWOWOOOWWWW!"
In that time, the drones, attached themselves onto the ledge of a high shelf, effectively transforming themselves into a metal ledge that Seven was caught on in a hanging wedgie.
"Nygh, AGGHH, let me dooowwwn!" she cried while flailing her limbs around, her actions knocking some books off of their shelves and, of course, all this racket she was making attracted attention.
"Can you keep it down?" a girl asked irritably as she rounded the corner towards the source of the racket and saw Seven. "Some of us are trying to- Oh my GOD. Guys, come here, you gotta check this out!"
Within moments, a blushing, embarrassed, and wedgied Seven Y was surrounded students and other library goers who were laughing and taking pictures with their phones… including Truman X, who was happily recording all of this for both himself and his sister to enjoy later.
Later, at the X household in Tuesday's room…
"Hahahaha, oh man, way to, hahaha, way to keep her in the spotlight with that hanging wedgie!" Tuesday said, praising her brother while laughing at the video he'd captured of Seven's humiliation.
"Ah, that was nothing." Truman said with a grin while watching the video his sister had made of her herself busting Scout's booty. "This layered atomic wedgie though, now THAT is gold."
"Thanks, bro." Tuesday said before taking a bite out of another one of the cookies she had taken from Scout, her brother doing the same as the two X children relaxed and continued to enjoy their videos.