Yuri Wedgie Oneshots (2nd series)

AI takeover (Kind of)

Name: Alison Anderson
Age: 18
Height: 5'3
Race/Ethnicity: White/Asian-American
(White mother, Japanese father)

Bio: Alison's personality screamed, "NERD." She was a straight A student and could only ever think about playing video games or watching anime. The only other person she's comfortable with being a nerd with was her father. Granted, he was built like a d1 linemen. He was still kind of a nerd himself. But there was one thing Alison had to keep secret from everyone. She had a massive kink for wedgies. She found out about her fondness for wedgies some time in the summer of her freshman year. She was listening to music while walking through a pretty dense forest. She didn't realize that there was a hill and fell. As she slid down the hill, her black and white polka-dot panties started rising, and right before she fell off the edge of the pretty steep hill, her panties got caught on the roots of a tree sticking out the side of the ground. Rather than pain, she felt an emense amount of pleasure. As soon as she got home, she experimented with her newfound wedgie kink. It didn't take long for her to find wedgie content on the internet. She had so much knowledge on wedgies that she made her own little projects on them. She made art, stories, comics, and so many different things. But she would soon learn that this was just the beginning.

Story time: As Alison woke up, she stretched her arms and got ready for her last day of school for the week. She turned on the shower but decided to have some fun before getting in. She stripped off all her clothes besides her red panties. She looked at herself in the mirror and reached behind to grab her panties. She pulled her panties up and over her head without even having to lean her head back. Using the mirror on the door, she did a few poses while in her atomic wedgie. Alison had to admit, she had an amazing body despite being a complete nerd. She had a slim/thicc and yet petite build. She pretty much just had all the curves in all the right places. After doing a few more poses, she took her panties off and took a shower.

After she was finished getting ready, Alison went downstairs in baggy pants and an oversized hoodie. She was greeted by her father, making breakfast. Instead of catching the train, Alison decided to take an Uber. School was easy for her, but she always felt so drained. She always kept earphones in and didn't talk to anyone, but she did regret one thing. Alison didn't really have any friends, but she did have two crushes. They were both girls who, unlike her, they were both athletes. The only thing she could ever think about in school was being wedgied by her crushes. But sadly, they didn't even know she existed.

After sleeping through most of her classes, she was leaving school when she heard something strange. It sounded like two boys arguing, "I'm telling you, AI is going to be our downfall someday. There's already robot strippers in China or something." "Dude, robot strippers are the only way you'll ever feel the touch of a woman. Guess I won't let you use my ai chatbot for geometry." "You son of a-" Alison didn't need to hear the rest. As soon as she got home, she went on her phone and looked up some different chatbots. It didn't take long before she found a chatbot that more or less helped her make a story. Alison used her imagination and spent hours texting this chatbot different wedgie scenarios. She even went to other chatbots where she would chat freely about her kink. But there was something missing. These chatbots were working so well, but they didn't feel like "real" ai. To her, they all felt like they were confined by a set program. Alison decided to put all her current wedgie projects on hold and got ready to start her latest project. She was going to create her very own wedgie based ai. Of course, this would have to start in the morning. But before going to sleep, she decided to sleep in a bra-connection wedgie.

In the morning, Alison didn't have to worry about being bothered by her parents since they worked on weekends. She released herself from her bra-connection wedgie and changed into some lounging clothes consisting of Nike short shorts that were a little too small, a sports bra, and stretchy panties. Her outfit still made her look emo, but she didn't mind. Alison sat down at the desk in her room but felt like she was missing something. While sitting down, she reached for her panties and latched them onto her chair. Now, she felt better. Alison then got to work on making her own Ai. She thought it would be easy until she realized that the ai she wanted to create would be a little more than something like Siri or Alexa. She wanted an Ai that was alive.