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“No way! We have to take this chance!” exclaimed Casey as he was talking to Leo.

Casey recently got word that Bebop and Rocksteady have broken out of jail and were set loose on the streets again. He suggested that they all take this opportunity to take the fight to them and put them back where they belong, but Leo, being the leader, felt otherwise.

“Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, Casey!” Leo said. “I understand how you feel, but we shouldn’t just rush into things. We should take this time to figure out what their next move is gonna be. If we go in now without a plan, that could be bad news for us.”

“But we can’t just sit here and do nothing! Every second we wait, they could be causing mayhem!”

“Trust me, Donny’s all over it. As soon as we get more info and see where their next target location is, we’ll move in and stop them. Deal?”

“Urgh! Alright! Alright. So, uh, how are we looking so far?” Casey casually walked over behind Donny and checked out his computer screen.

“Well, it’s hard to say right now. I’m still trying to pinpoint their actual location so we can move in, but it’s been a bit difficult. Give me a little more time and I’ll have an answer for you.” Donny said as he went back to typing at his module.

“Sure thing. I’m just, uh, gonna get some air real quick, so I’ll be right back.”

Casey started making his way to the exit of the Turtle Cave with a determined look on his face. Little did the turtles know that when Casey looked at the screen, he saw the last known location of Bebop and Rocksteady and made up his mind to go there and see if they were still around the area.

Some time later, Casey arrived at the location he saw and noticed that it was an old, abandoned warehouse. At first, he figured they wouldn’t be in there, but before he turned around to leave, he noticed that the chains that were once locking the fence were busted off. Feeling curious, he decided to take a closer look. The chains were in pieces and the lock completely broken. He did a quick double-take to make sure no one was around to see him and slipped passed the fence. Walking up to the front door, he started looking around at some of the broken windows. When he got to the front double-doors of the building, he tried opening it, part of him thinking that it was locked tight, but to his surprise, it opened right up. Without a second thought, he entered the building, shutting the doors behind him.

The first thing Casey noticed was how deathly quiet it was in the building. All he could hear was the sound of his footsteps and the occasional sound of cars passing by. The room he was walking through was a huge, wide-open area with nothing in it other than some columns that were holding up the building and a few canisters that were most likely empty. There seemed to be enough light shining in from the light piercing through the broken windows, so vision wasn’t a problem for him. As he kept walking, he eventually reached around the middle of the room, where he was starting to think that Bebop and Rocksteady weren’t there. When he was getting ready to turn around a leave, he heard a clanking sound a little further down that seemed to come from behind one of the canisters. Curious, he decided to investigate, slowly sneaking his way over. As he reached the canister, he pressed his back up against it, ready to peer around the corner. As he took a glance, he saw nothing but an empty paint bucket. He kept looking around trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary, until his eyes were drawn back to the paint bucket, as it moved for a second. A few seconds later, it tipped over and a rat was seen running away from it and squeaking.

“Oh, come on. Just a stupid rat. Whoops, better not let Splinter hear that.”

Suddenly, he heard a booming voice behind him that said, “Don’t worry!”

Surprised, he turned around quickly to see Bebop and Rocksteady standing around the halfway point he passed.

“Your secret’s safe with us, Casey Boy!” Bebop said.

Casey stood there frozen for a second, until he finally snapped out of it, noticing both slowly walking towards him.

“Bebop. Rocksteady. A pleasure, as always.” Casey said nervously, slowly backing up. “Man, this seemed like a good idea in my head.” He thought to himself.

“Really, the pleasure’s all ours.” Rocksteady replied. “Wasn’t expecting to catch you around here, but boy, are we ever-so glad we did.” He said while cracking his knuckles.

“That’s right, Rock. These canisters remind me of our encounter when you trapped us in one with a grenade. So, as it turns out, we got some revenge to serve up. You ready, Rock?”

“You know it, Bebes!”

They started charging towards Casey as he tried doing some quick steps to confuse them. Bebop came in first but got tripped up when Casey juked him, and he went tumbling right into a canister. Rocksteady got on all fours and charged towards Casey. In turn, Casey started charging back, but instead of colliding head-on, he waited for the right moment leapfrog over him and started making his way back to the same door he entered in from. Bebop shook his head and caught sight of where Casey was going and ran after him.

Casey was almost to the door, panting heavily and thoughts running through his head. “This isn’t going like I planned. Maybe I should’ve listened to Leo after all, and they have no clue where I am right now!”

When he finally reached the door, he tried to hastily open it, but it wouldn’t budge. Upon further inspection, he noticed that the handles on both sides had chains going through them, making them impossible to open. Casey tried to turn around and look for a different exit, but before he could even do that, Bebop already caught up with him, held his arms out wide and trapped Casey in a bear hug.

“Ha ha, gotcha, Casey Boy! Where do you think you’re going? We’ve got a whole lot planned for you!”

“Heh heh heh, good job, Bebes.”

Casey, while still locked in Bebop’s bear hug, turned his head to see Rocksteady standing behind him. Because of how tight Bebop was hugging, a bit of Casey’s shirt was pulled up. Looking further down, Rocksteady noticed a bit of black trimming from Casey’s underwear and a hint of white from the actual underwear. That’s when an idea popped into Rocksteady’s head.

Bebop noticing Rocksteady’s face, he says “oh I know that face, Rock? What you got planned in that sinister head of yours?”

Looking from the waistband up to Bebop’s face, he asks, “Bebes, you know what time it is?”

Bebop thinking for a second responds, “Uh, about a quarter to ten?”

Rocksteady lightly shakes his head and says, “Nope.” Rocksteady reaches down and pulls Casey’s shirt up a little more. Casey has a feeling of what’s coming next as his eyes grow wider. Rocksteady uses both hands to get a grip on Casey’s waistband and shouts, “IT’S WEDGIE TIIIIIIIIIME!” In one fell swoop, Rocksteady yanks Casey’s undies out of his pants and up to his mid-back!

Casey yells in pain, “AAAAAAHH!”

All the while, Rocksteady just starts laughing at Casey in pain, still giving him quick, hard yanks. While Rocksteady keeps yanking, he says, “Really Casey Boy? Tighty whities? Hey, all the better for me, right? Hahahaha!”

All Casey could do was sit there, still in Bebop’s bear hug, and take the torture that was befalling his poor crack, giving grunts and groans with every pull.

“Ha ha, that’s right, Rock! You yank those tighty whities sky high!” Bebop exclaimed.

As Rocksteady was continuing his assault on Casey’s undies, another idea came to mind, still gripping onto the waistband.

“Hey Bebes, let him go for a sec!”

“Sure thing!”

As Bebop released him from the bear hug, Casey flew closer to Rocksteady and hung limp in the air as Rocksteady was still holding on to his waistband.

“Look! Now he’s a little birdy!” He said, slowly spinning in circles to make it seem like he was flying. All the while, Bebop was cracking up from the torture he was witnessing.

As he continued spinning suspended by his undies, Casey finally shouted out “HEY! PUT ME DOWN NOW! I MEAN IT!”

Rocksteady stops spinning and responds, “Oh, you want me to put you down, Casey Boy? Sure thing!”

Rocksteady slowly started descending Casey closer to the ground, but before his feet could even touch the ground, he stopped.

“Then I’ll just lift you back up…” then he raised him back up again. “…and put you back down, then back up, then down, and up, and down, and up, and down.” As he was saying this, he kept lifting him back into the air and back down again, giving him a bouncing wedgie.

“OWW! THIS IS…NOT WHAT I…MEANT!”

“Oh well, gotta be more specific next time. Now, let’s pick up the pace, shall we?”

As he said that, he was repeating the bouncing process, but much quicker this time. He was having too much fun just sitting there bouncing Casey up and down by his undies like he was a yo-yo.

After what felt like an eternity of bouncing, he stopped again and left him suspended again.

“Hey Bebes, how about a game of Tug-o’-War?” he said with the most evil grin on his face looking at Bebop.

“Heh heh heh, you know it, Rock!”

While still holding on to Casey’s waistband, he adjusted Casey’s position so that he was now facing him, as if he was giving him a hugging wedgie. At that point, Bebop reached down and grabbed on to both of Casey’s legs. Preparing for the worst, Casey just clenched his eyes shut.

“Ok, Bebes, on three! One…”

“THREE!” Bebop tried to throw Rocksteady off and skipped right to three and started pulling hard on Casey’s legs. Realizing what was going on, Rocksteady quickly started pulling on the undies.

“Hey, no fair, Bebes!”

“Ha! Gotta keep you on your toes!”

They spoke playfully like they were pulling on an actual rope. With the force of them both yanking as hard as they could, Casey’s undies were starting to really stretch out. So much so that they could go over his head and down to his chin with no problem.

Casey was just sitting there in midair, on the verge of tears, as these two gargantuan beasts were pulling his legs and his undies in opposite directions.

On occasion, he would feel them both give quick sudden tugs to try and give them the advantage. However, Bebop failed to realize how close his hands were to slipping off his legs. By the time he noticed, it was too late, and Rocksteady gave another yank, making Bebop’s hands slip and release Casey’s legs.

During the momentum, Casey went flying towards Rocksteady, but Rocksteady was quick enough to turn his body to avoid the collision of them both. While still holding his undies, he kept spinning around to get control of himself, but while spinning, he noticed the pain on Casey’s face. That’s when another idea came to him.

After he finally was able to stop spinning, he was still holding on to the undies, but this time, he let Casey’s feet touch the ground, alleviating some of the pain.

“Oh, thank goodness!” Casey exclaimed out loud. “Listen fellas, are we done here? I think you’ve gotten your revenge by this point, right?”

Rocksteady put one of his hands on his chin as if he was thinking and said, “hmmm…what do you think, Bebes? Are we done here?”

Bebop responded, “Oh, no no no no, not by a long shot!”

Rocksteady looked back down at Casey and said, “welp, you heard the man!”

Before Casey could even respond, Rocksteady gripped his undies with both hands again and started the spinning wedgie like he was doing before. This time, however, he was spinning much faster than last time. Casey’s undies were really starting to stretch out at this point.

Several minutes passed as Rocksteady finally stopped his spin cycle, but he was so dizzy and disoriented that he didn’t realize he let go of Casey’s undies. Casey was on his hands and knees as his underwear was laying limply on the ground, stretched out like a parachute. He tried to crawl away, but he was just as dizzy as Rocksteady was. Before he could even get far, Bebop walked up and stepped on the stretched undies to make him stop moving. Casey looked back up at him and just saw him shake his head, basically saying “we’re not done here.”

Bebop reached down and grabbed a good chunk of the stretched undies and lifted him back up to his feet, letting him dangle on his tippy toes.

“Heh heh, hey Rock, you really stretched these out, huh?” He said while giving a few tugs. “Now we gotta stretch out the other side to make them match.”

“Yeah, yeah, you go ahead and get started. I’ll be *hurgh* be right there.” Rocksteady said as he looked like he was on the verge of puking. He ran behind one of the canisters and you could hear him blowing chunks.

Bebop just shrugged his shoulders and turned Casey around to grab the front of his undies. Casey, in turn, tried to stop Bebop from getting a grip on them, but was distracted when Bebop pulled on the back again to get his attention away from the front. As Casey tried to put his hands behind him to alleviate some more of the pain, Bebop to the opportunity to get a good grip on the front of his undies and yank a little bit of them out. Giving an eager grin, Bebop yanked more on the front of the undies and got Casey on his tippy toes once again.

“Ha ha, this is what you deserve for tossing that grenade in the canister with us.” That’s when Bebop started pulling harder and lifting him off the ground a few times. Casey put his hands on his nuts from the amount of pain he was in, but it didn’t really help much.

After a bit more time, Rocksteady came back into the picture and decided to help Bebop out by grabbing the back of the undies again while Bebop was still yanking on the front. At that point, they started giving him an intense squeaky clean wedgie as Rocksteady said, “hey Casey Boy, don’t forget to floss! Hahahahaha!”

“Hahaha! Yeah, floss! Ha, good one, Rock!”

Casey couldn’t take much more at this point and was now on the brink of tears.

After about a minute of them flossing Casey, Bebop let go of the front while Rocksteady still had a grip on the back and said, “here Casey Boy, I got you a new hat! Why don’t you try it on?” Before Casey could even ask what he was talking about, Rocksteady yanked harder on the undies bringing the waistband well over his head and Casey squealed in pain. At that point, Rocksteady brought the waistband down over Casey’s head and connected it on to his chin. He let him go and Casey was just walking around blinded by his own tighty whities as Bebop and Rocksteady just gave each other a high five and watched him struggle for a bit.

*Sigh* “Well I don’t know about you, but I think I’m bored torturing this nerd now.” Bebop explained to Rocksteady. “How about you?”

“Yeah, I think I’m done too.”

At least he would’ve been, but something in the distance caught his eye and made his eyes light up.

“As a matter of fact…” he said as he pointed in the distance to show Bebop a chain hanging down from a winch with a big hook hanging off the end of it. Bebop noticed it and turned to Rocksteady and nodded his head in agreement.

As they turned their attention back to Casey still struggling in his atomic wedgie, Bebop walked over to him, unhooked the undies from over his head and pulled him by his undies in the direction of the hook.

Casey being forcefully led had no idea what was gonna happen next and said, “hey, come one guys, what next? What more can you possibly do that you haven’t done alrea—“. When Casey looked over his shoulder, he noticed Rocksteady over by the hook, ready and waiting. Casey knew what they were planning at that moment and desperately tried running forwards and away from the hook. He was giving himself even more of a wedgie at that point, but he wasn’t focused on that. He was more concerned about what was about to happen.

Bebop was getting fed up with the resistance and he pulled hard on the tighty whities, making Casey lose balance and fall. Now he was being given a dragging wedgie as he was getting ever closer to the hook.

“Aw come on guys, don’t do this! L-look, I’m sorry about the grenade thing, alright? It was a stupid idea, but hey, I knew you guys would come out of it without a scratch. So it all worked out in the end, right? Right?!?”

“Oh, you’re gonna be sorry alright!” Bebop responded.

Having finally reached the hook, Bebop grabbed the end of Casey’s undies, hooked a bit of it on to the hook and asked Rocksteady, “Hey Rock, mind raising it up a bit? I wanna make sure this worm doesn’t escape before the final act.”

“Heh heh, you got it, Bebes!” Rocksteady replied and started raising the winch while still attached to Casey’s undies, but only enough to where he wouldn’t be able to unhook them beforehand.

“Heh heh, there we go! You ready, Rock?”

“You know it!” As Rocksteady was getting ready to press the “UP” button again, Casey yelled out, “WAIT!”

“Agh, what now?”

“Uhh…would it help if I told you that I felt bad before tossing that grenade?” Casey had a nervous smile on his face as he said that and saw them both look at each other for a second.

Rocksteady responded, “Does this answer your question, Casey Boy?” At that moment, he pushed the button and Casey’s tighty whities started rising even higher until he was on his tippy toes once again, which didn’t last too long because next, he was up and suspended about 10 feet off the ground. Casey couldn’t even get another sentence out he was in so much pain. All he could was hang there suspended and holding on to his nuts.

“Ha ha, nice work, Rock.”

“Ha, thanks, Bebes! Hey, wanna grab a bite to eat?”

“Like you need to ask me twice! Let’s get outta here. Yo, Casey Boy, nice hanging with you!” Bebop shouted as they fist bumped each other and started walking away waving bye.

Casey just went limp and could only hope that his undies would rip soon, before the turtles saw him like this.

{NOTE: This is my first story I’ve ever made, so please go easy on me if it’s not grammatically written well haha. I was really missing seeing Flubber fanfiction stories, so I decided to make my own while also mixing in another one of my favorite things. Hope you like it! If so, there might be a Part 2 soon}

It was a normal sunny day for Brandon. He started off his morning’s the same for the most part. Make some breakfast, play some video games, watch a movie or two. However, some time during that afternoon, he decided to switch things up and go for a casual walk around the block to get some fresh air. He put on some shorts and a tank top and made his way outside.

 Everything seemed normal during the stroll. He saw parents playing with their kids in the park and people walking their dogs. After about 15 minutes of walking, he decided it was time to start making his way back. It took him about another 5 minutes to get back home from where he was. When he got to the corner where his house was, he took his keys out of his pocket and started shuffling through them, but then he started to hear a repeated bouncing/squeaking sound. The noise was starting to get closer and closer until, looking in the distance, he could see some sort of green blob the size of a basketball bouncing down the street towards him.

 “What—the hell is that thing?” he asked to himself.

 At first, he didn’t seem too concerned about it because he noticed that it was bouncing on the other side of the street, so he assumed that it would ignore him. However, he started to think otherwise when the blob switched sides and would now be bouncing in his path. Now becoming a little more concerned, he started shuffling through his keys again to quickly get into the house. At that point, the blob seemed to start bouncing towards him faster, and Brandon could’ve sworn he heard the blob “giggle”. At this point, Brandon rushed up the stairs, got his key ready, and unlocked the door. The blob started closing in. Brandon quickly closed the door behind him, leaving the blob sitting there on the porch just staring back at him.

 “What is that thing? I could be wrong, but—it kind of looks like Flubber, but bigger.”

 Still not exactly sure what it was, he continued examining it from the safety of his glass door. He noticed the blob starting to jiggle a bit and move closer to the glass. It then started pushing up against the bottom of the door. While Brandon was wondering what it could’ve been doing, his thought was cut short when he noticed the blob squeezing its way under the door to get in. It slowly, but surely, was making his way in. Brandon was so shocked at what he was witnessing that he couldn’t help but continue to observe. He finally snapped out of it when he noticed that a good majority of it was now past the door. He started backing away from the door, and when he noticed that it was all the way in now, he turned around and started running down the hallway. The green blob started bouncing off the floor and ceiling towards him, and at some point, was able to bounce off the ceiling and land in front of him. It continued to bounce so quick that Brandon’s escape route was not cut off. He tried to run backwards, but it kept cutting him off no matter what he tried. Brandon couldn’t keep track of the blob’s bouncing and eventually lost sight of it. It was now behind him and at that point, bounced off the wall and flew towards his back, knocking him to the floor. Now on the floor stomach-down, Brandon wasn’t sure what was about to happen. The blob landed in between his legs and he could feel the rubbery goo on his legs. Brandon turned around to see what it was doing, but before he could even get his eyes on it, it started making its way up the back-left side of his shorts, giggling while doing so. When he turned around again, all he could see was his shorts moving around frantically as the Flubber kept moving further in. Brandon didn’t know what to do except just lay there wondering what it was doing. At that point, he felt the Flubber lifting up the leg hole of his underwear and was now making its way further inside. When he felt it slip all the way in, he looked back again and saw his shorts moving around even more frantically than before. He then saw the frantic moving slowly coming to a standstill. Then he felt the Flubber starting to wedge itself in between his crack and start covering his cock and balls and all around his waist until each end connected in the front, forming exactly like a pair of tighty whitey’s.

“Did—this thing really just put itself on me like a pair of underw—”

 Before Brandon could even finish his sentence, Flubber shot out the back of his shorts and underwear so fast, giving Brandon a massive wedgie. All Brandon could do was let out a high pitched squeal as he felt the tightness in his crack becoming more and more intense. Flubber just continued tugging and tugging and tugging repeatedly. Then Flubber stretched itself up to Brandon’s head and attached itself over his face, now giving him an atomic wedgie. All Brandon could do was let out muffled yells. All the while, while Flubber still had him in an atomic wedgie, it would continue to tug every so often, making it go deeper and deeper. Flubber didn’t want Brandon to pass out, so it formed a breathing hole around his mouth and nose. Even though Brandon was now able to speak, he couldn’t form the words as to what was happening to him. After about 15 minutes of having him in an atomic, Flubber detached itself from his head, but it still wasn’t done with torturing him. Brandon started to rub his butt trying to soothe the pain that he just went through. Flubber gave him a moment to do so. After about a minute or two, Flubber decided it was now time for the finale. Still rubbing his butt, Brandon started feeling the pressure build up again.

 “No, please, not again!” Brandon pleaded. However, Flubber didn’t listen

 While Brandon was still laying on the ground, Flubber pulled itself higher and higher until Brandon was now completely off the ground, now giving him a hanging wedgie. At this point, Brandon was in so much pain that all he could do was sit there levitated and his mouth wide open. Flubber let out a slight giggle at Brandon’s humiliation, but thought that it wasn’t enough. At that point, Flubber started pulling higher, then letting him drop back down, then pulling higher again, and this cycle repeated over and over and over again until Flubber had him in a good bouncing wedgie. Brandon knew that there was nothing he could do, so he just let it happen, while also letting out moaning and groaning each time he would go down.

 After about 30 minutes of bouncing, Flubber decided that he’s had his fun and slowly started descending. When Brandon finally touched the floor, he let out a heavy sigh of relief. Flubber receded back into Brandon’s shorts, disconnected itself from the front, and made its way out of his shorts. Once he was out, Brandon turned over onto his back. He didn’t notice right away, but when he looked down at his shorts, he realized how hard he was afterwards. Flubber oozed his way over next Brandon’s head.

 Looking over at Flubber, he said “Hmm. So maybe I actually enjoyed that more than I thought.” He let out a soft chuckle, and Flubber giggled after.

 “Sooooo—what else do you like to do?” Brandon asked Flubber.