Take my Clothes off at the Ball Game (Literature) (Patreon)

A powerful August heat hit Candice right in the face as she walked out  from her favorite Internet cafe, a backpack stuffed full of books and  reports slung over her shoulder, and a bead of sweat snaking down from  her forehead to her neck to down her cleavage. Candice felt pretty  accomplished in her summer studies, trying to get a head start on the  next semester, but the heat was a good reminder that summer was almost  over and she should get some enjoyment in before it was too late. She  had half a mind to get some ice cream or frozen yogurt, but jolted with  the sudden memory of working at that frozen yogurt shop. It’s like all  her senses were hit at once: the smells of various yogurts pooling all  into one another, the shouting, the sensation of Mallory’s mouth on her…  Candice shook her head, but did consider Mallory for a moment. It’d be  fun to do something together, ideally something that didn’t end in  involuntary nudity or mouths where they shouldn’t be… another jolt!  Unfortunately, it was a Tuesday, and Mallory claimed Tuesdays and  Fridays were no good for hanging out. Candice huffed. There had to be  something she could do to pass the time while she still had some to  spare!

Her mood perked up when she passed a local landmark, a  tall wall between a boutique and a donut shop, a sort of informal town  bulletin board absolutely covered in posters and flyers advertising darn  near anything. Candice gave the wall a quick scan. “Hmm, a rock  concert, town fair coming up, hmm…” Sounded fun, but Candice really  wanted something to do right then and there. Of them all, one particular  poster caught her eye, in its bright primary colors and nostalgic  insignia: her favorite local baseball team, The Dodgers, were playing  today in the next hour!

Candice practically jumped with glee!  She’d gone to Dodgers games all the time before high school, and she’d  missed those crazy weekends at the ball park! “If I hurry home I think I  can just make it! Ooh, I wonder if my old outfit still fits!” Candice  squealed. She always wore it to home games back in the day: a thin red  T-shirt under a striped blue-and-white jersey with 24 on the back - the  shortstop’s number - topped off (or bottomed off?) her lucky branded  underwear! They were officially licensed but might have been  collectible, since she never saw them in another store, even at vendors  at the stadium, dark blue and dappled with baseballs, with the team  insignia across the lap. The Dodgers never lost a game when she wore  them! Let’s see if the luck still held! A pep in her step, Candice  hurried back home to get changed and go!

Back in her bedroom, by  the time she was opening up her dresser to find where the clothes have  been stashed for so many years, there was only 40 minutes until the game  started. Luckily, everything was still exactly where it’d been left  long ago! Of course, everything was also the same size it’d been back  then too. The jersey had been oversized back then, so in the present it  fit perfectly, but the well-worn T-shirt very tightly hugged the assets  that had gotten much more ample over the years! The panties were an even  snugger squeeze, barely covering her butt and even causing the tops of  her cheeks to peek out a bit. Candice couldn’t help but chuckle,  slightly embarrassed to see how things had changed over the past few  years, how much her figure had developed, especially her back door.  “Maybe I’ll skip the donuts next time,” Candice joked to herself.

To  complete the look, Candice looked around for a pair of jeans to wear,  scavenging around the room, but couldn’t find a clean pair;  unfortunately, all that studying had gotten her carried away in the  middle of laundry day, meaning most all her pants had been sitting the  washer all morning! After finally moving everything to the dryer, the  only suitable legwear she could find was a pair of navy blue sweatpants.  Not *exactly* the same navy blue as the team colors, but close enough!  And at least in being newer they were a better fit compared to the older  stuff…

As she slipped them up over her hips, however, Candice  paused with hesitation. Out of all her other options for  lower-body-coverage, she had her majority of misfortune with sweatpants.  Involuntarily, she started remembering all of the moments of Hannah and  Emma always easily pantsing her in school, or having them pulled down  or trip… Didn’t help how big the pants were. Candice had followed a tip  Mallory had given, in buying clothes a couple sizes too big then  tapering them to fit with belts and tucking and whatnot, which she  herself used due to her chest proportions. While most of Candice’s upper  wear felt fine, she’d decided to try out the tip for her butt, its size  a constant item for heckles, but she might have gone a little too big…  she was swimming in these…

But an alarm bell on her phone snapped  her out if it. Less than half an hour! She was being ridiculous,  Candice thought as she tightened the drawstring into a bow that was  looser than she thought. This wasn’t school, it was a ball game! She  couldn’t think of a less-likely place for Emma and Hannah to be than a  crowded baseball stadium! Pants secured as they could get, Candice  performed one final check in the mirror, turning around to view her  backside, fidgeting a little to make sure the sweatpants’ bagginess hit  the lines of her panties hugging her butt so tightly! Finally satisfied,  and with only 22 minutes to go, Candice ran for the door!

Thankfully,  light traffic made for a quick ride - if anything, Candice spent more  time in the parking lot than on the road! It took more than minutes to  find an open space, which ended up being so far from the ticket booth  that it took almost five more minutes just to cross the lot! By the time  Candice made it to the booth, she was a huffing and puffing tangle of  sweaty blonde hair with her shirts askew to reveal cleavage sparkling  with sweat. “Huff… huff…” Candice gasped for breath as she inched her  sweatpants’ waistband higher. “O-one! Please!”

The lady in the  booth stared at Candice through heavy-rimmed glasses, her countenance  one of a woman who clearly would rather not be stewing in a small booth  on a hot day like then. She watched Candice pant longer in impassive  amusement before turning to her computer. “Down to the wire, but I’m  sure we got something.”

Candice was exhausted but felt  triumphant, as she adjusted her clothes back to normal, twisting in her  jersey and hiking up her sweatpants. “Is it possible to still get a good  seat?” Candice asked. She didn’t mind a nosebleed seat, so long as she  could see the game and didn’t get stuck behind a pillar or something.

“Miss,  there’s always a solo seat somewhere.” The lady squinted at the screen  before turning it towards Candice. “How about Section 15, Seat 34?”

Candice,  wiping the last bit of sweat from her forehead, peeked into the booth  and saw where that would be. Little high, but unobstructed! “Perfect!”  Candice nodded with a smile. The ticket lady nodded as well and took  Candice's cash.

“Oh.” The lady added blandly not like she  remembered for Candice’s sake, but for her job’s sake. “We’re having a  raffle today. They’ll read off a ticket number before the game, and the  winner gets to throw the first pitch.”

Ooh, how exciting! Wait…  Candice lit up and bounced in place. “Does that mean the winner gets to  see Dodger?!” Originally the pet of the original coach, now ‘Dodger’ was  an unofficial mascot and morale booster for the team, a dog specially  trained to fetch out-of-bound balls and return them to the dugout!  Candice always wanted to pet Dodger so badly, and the thought of having  the chance was way more exciting than a pitch!

The booth lady  continued staring impassively as Candice bounced, her rack flouncing  with her, before holding out the ticket. “Probably. Thank you and enjoy  the game.”

Even more eager than before, Candice studied the  numbers on the back of the ticket. Sure these things were always rigged  to be the coach’s kid or something, but it was still a harmless bit of  fun! Taking a quick second to grab some snacks, Candice quickly found  her seat in the middle of the stadium, right in the heart of the action.  Despite being late, she got a pretty sweet view, not as high as she  thought with the whole diamond and every player on it clear to see. Just  as she settled in, the pregame jingle started blaring from the  speakers. Just in time! Looks like Candice was back in her old luck!

Not  everyone in the stadium felt so lucky, however. High above Candice and  all the other spectators’ seat, sighing away in the VIP box, was none  other than the redheaded bully brat herself, Emma. This stadium had been  Daddy’s latest acquisition, and though Emma detested most team sports,  since the fiasco at the pet shop and that embarrassing streak downtown -  both of them - she was grounded and forced to remain close to Daddy  until school started back up, to ensure she stopped publicly exposing  herself and inadvertently bringing on any scandals to the family name.  As such, a perfectly good afternoon was going to waste in a rogue swivel  chair, idly orbiting the edge of the VIP space as Daddy ‘chatted’ with  some investor buddies, with ‘chatted’ in quotes because Daddy was a man  of painfully-few words. Considering how all of his conversations with  Emma were spoken in silence, she had no idea how he ran all the business  he did, but at that point it felt as though he might’ve been a prison  warden instead. Every now and then she gave a  very-purposefully-obnoxiously-loud sigh, just to get his heavy eyes to  glance over. If he was going to rub this punishment in, Emma was going  to likewise. The game hadn’t even started yet! No cellphone, no gossip  magazines or internet, Emma could see the obituary plain as day: local  mogul’s teenage daughter found dead, killed by the most intense boredom  anyone has ever felt!

“Ugggggghhhh,” Emma let out another loud  and sour sigh, her head craned all the way back to stare at the ceiling.  Soooooo booooooored… Why did people even come to these? Just some  lame-ass people running around in the dirt, getting sweaty, ruining  their clothes. What kind of person would find this entertaining?  “Ugggggggghhhhh.” Emma sighed as she slumped forward and lazily scanned  over the day’s crowd. Bunch of nobodies, that’s who. Bunch of  slack-jawed yokels, who… who…

Emma paused, her eye catching on something blonde taking its place in the crowd. No… no way…

It  was a long shot, a single person in a town of thousands, but still Emma  slid off her chair and darted to the glass front of the VIP box. A  couple touristy binoculars, like the kind at national parks, were set  up, Emma figured like a different breed’s take on opera glasses, to let  spectators look closer at the game as it was played - only being in the  VIP box, no quarters were required. Quickly, Emma peered through one  such pair of binoculars and scanned the area where she thought she saw… A  smile twisted up her lips! No way, what are the chances?! The big  blonde bubble-butt bimbo who put her in this mess in the first place!  She was shimmying to her seat with arms full of concessions, and upon  closer inspection, Emma noted her pants were sagging a bit, revealing  more than a few inches of baseball-patterned undies…

Suddenly, all at once, the stages of a devious plot unfolded in Emma’s mind! Candice didn’t know what she had coming…

Hurriedly  kiboshing her excitement, Emma once again dressed in a dour depression  and slumped over to Daddy. “Daddyyyyyyyy,” she whine, interrupting a  colleague’s anecdote. “This is so borrrrrrringggggg! Can I at least go  see the Jumbotron stuff?”

Either because he didn’t mind or  because they both knew otherwise she wouldn’t shut up, Daddy brusquely  jerked his squarish jaw towards the exit in affirmation. Appropriately,  Emma blandly nodded back and shuffled to the door… and as soon as she  was through, she sprinted as fast as her heels would allow!

The  Jumbotron room was only a few doors down from the VIP box, and even just  an initial peek grew Emma’s devious grin! Big bright monitors displayed  dozens of camera feeds of all sections of the audience, with the  biggest and most central obviously being the Jumbotron feed itself,  currently fixed on the Dodgers’ Dynamo Dog mascot challenging the way  team’s Drooly Dino to a dance-off. Screens were paired with keyboards  with dozens of luminescent buttons and switches, with a few extra  cameras on tripods scattered around the edge of the space.

There  were enough keyboards and monitors for half a dozen people, but only one  person was manning the room that day, a stringy bowl-cut-having dude  who obviously had been in A/V club since junior high. As Emma entered  the room, he noticed right away, pulling off his headset and standing  with a rankled look on his face. “Excu-use me.” A hitch in his voice.  Probably didn’t expect a teenage redheaded hardbody in a hot pink tank  top and jean shorts crashing his shift. “No civilians back here, ma’am.”  He so obviously tried to put grit in his nasally voice. Emma almost  smirked with the effort.

“I’m the new vice president’s daughter,” she said with convincing authority. “He wants to see you for a performance review.”

The A/V dude adjusted his glasses with a suspicious expression. “Funny, I just had my review earlier this week.”

“Changed his mind.” Emma cocked her head arrogantly. “He does that. Better get going. I’ll keep your chair warm.”

A/V was unconvinced. “I’m sorry, who exactly did you say your father was, Miss? I can’t just let anyone in here.”

“Ugh.”  Bribe time. Emma patted her sides for her wallet, only to remember  Daddy had her cut off while they were out. “UGH.” Tersely, Emma lifted  up her hot pink tank top to flash her tits at the guy. A second passed,  then she dropped her shirt and pointed to the door. “There. Now get  out.”

Utterly dumbfounded, it took A/V a second to blink, after  which he silently nodded and walked to the exit. Emma didn’t feel great  about probably turning into the object of someone’s private time  fantasies, but time was money, and right now Emma was running low on  both. She pointedly selected one of the other many chairs A/V hadn’t  been in and took in the full, daunting suite that was the control panel.  Multiple smaller screens, knobs linked to the volume of sound and  opacity of video, so many buttons and switches… Daddy had shown her the  room before, but of course he hadn’t shared a word about what anything  did. What changed the camera angle of the Jumbotron, and which were the  mics that operated the stadium announcements? Hmm...

Meanwhile,  down in the audience, Candice finally relaxed in her seat as best she  could - her bubble butt wasn’t an easy fit to the small plastic seating,  though she’d never admit it. After tugging up her sagging sweatpants,  she began arranging her snacks in the space she had. Immediately in  front of her row of seats was a short chainlink fence running atop a  concrete platform. Candice thought it seemed like a secure enough space  to keep her styrofoam cup full of diet soda, but as soon as she set it  down, she jerked back upon feeling something wet and sticky. “Ugh, ewww  eww! Gross!” Apparently someone thought the best spot to leave their  used gum was right along the fence!

Candice cringed in disgust,  small bits still stuck to the side of her hand! As she tried to swing it  free and wipe it off on the concrete, unbeknownst to Candice the loose  knot on her sweatpants’ drawstring came fully undone, with one end  falling into the crack of the seat. With a final gag of disgust, Candice  resumed sorting, opening up her bag of hot popcorn first while taking  in the roaring crowds, the vibrant outfield, and Dynamo Dog laying down  some impressive moves for a guy in a giant mascot costume. She’d missed  this feeling! Her attention kept getting pulled, though, to the  Jumbotron, which kept changing angles, like someone trying to flip  through TV channels. Probably training an intern, Candice figured. Once  or twice, the display even showed her! The first time was only a split  second, but one or two cuts later, it went back to her and lingered  there a while! Flattered and a little on the spot, Candice waved both  hands with a bright smile on her face, her boobs lightly bouncing, even  sticking out her tongue like she’d done when she’d been on the Jumbotron  as a kid! The display quickly changed to a little pre-show animatic,  but Candice still giggled. What fun!

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a  female announcer spoke following the animatic. “Your attention please!  We will now announce the ticket numbers for the raffle!” It was a low  quality microphone, peaking and ducking on alternating syllables, and  yet as Candice fiddled through her pockets and nabbed her ticket stub,  she thought she recognized it. Maybe it was the same lady it had been  years back! Glancing at her ticket, Candice crossed her fingers and bit  her lip in childish excitement.

“Let’s see…” Emma squinted at a  camera feed still focused on Candice, carefully making sure she was  saying the right seat. “Our lucky winner is… Section 15, Seat 34!”

Oh  wow, what were the chances! Candice bounced in her seat with her ticket  held high! “That’s me!” She cheered. “That’s my ticket! I won!”

In  a moment, the Jumbotron went back to showing Candice, now aglow in her  triumph! “Congratulations C- Miss!” Emma nearly cursed aloud upon almost  saying her name. “Please come on down to throw the first pitch!” Emma  then clicked off the microphone and clicked her nails together in  satisfaction, as she watched Candice leap from her seat, oblivious to  her drawstring still snagged in the seat. Truthfully, Emma had been  about to stand up and put the next phase of her plan into action,  involving some well-aimed concessions, but seeing that drawstring stuck,  she stopped mid-rise and instead reclined in her chair to track  Candice’s movement on the Jumbotron. Perhaps she should just take her  seat and let the show begin on its own…

Swept up in the chanting  of the crowd, Candice beamed and began shuffling down to the aisle. The  further she went, however, the farther the drawstring stretched, until  it threaded free from her pants entirely! A few people noticed and  yelled after Candice, but their voices melted into the crowd. At the  aisle, Candice hustled down the stadium steps, high-fiving her fellow  baseball fans, totally unaware of her sweatpants starting to slide down  her hips, exposing the bright red waistband of her panties. Excited and  invigorated, Candice made a big show at the last steps, jumping down the  last three and landing like an Olympic gymnast, hands high in the air!  But the movement caused her sweatpants to briefly slip lower, revealing a  couple of inches of her branded panties! That was finally enough to get  her to notice her sagging sweats! Hurriedly, Candice tugged them back  onto her hips, hoping no one saw too much, before the voluptuous blonde  made her way to the pitcher’s mound. While she’d been expecting the  Dodgers’ pitcher to be the one to bring her the starting ball, much to  Candice’s delight, it was instead Dodger himself bounding out from the  dugout! The excitable Labrador crossed the diamond in no time flat,  eagerly offering the baseball caught between his teeth! Cooing at the  adorable pup, Candice accepted the ball and reached to scratch Dodger  behind the ears, but unfortunately the dog immediately turned tail and  bounded back to his place in the dugout. Disappointing, but it was still  cool to be so close! It was all still so exciting!

The roar of  the crowd was putting Candice into euphoria! What a great turn of luck  today turned out to have! Throwing the first pitch! This was totally  bucket-list material, and it was happening right then and there! So  unreal! Baseball in hand, Candice thought about how to approach this  once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and an idea struck! Her favorite pitcher  had a quirky move, the old Razzle Dazzle Tornado - that wasn’t the real  name, but it’d been the one she’d given it when she was young! It was  this super crazy throw that always landed a strike when the Dodgers  needed one most. Candice wanted to really show her longstanding support  for the team, and what better way to do so? And so when the signal came  from the ump, she wound up her body, twisting her hips and torso, ready  to reenact the signature throw that had captivated her back in the day!  One spin, two spins, three spins! Candice’s hair whipped around like a  blonde tornado, and the crowd surged in appreciation for her reference! A  fourth spin and a high kick!

What Candice wasn’t counting,  though, was how utterly dizzying that throw was! Maybe there was a  reason the pitcher really broke it out, and they were a professional! A  mere amateur without practice, recreating it imperfectly by memory, as  soon as Candice’s foot touched the ground and she prepare to throw, it  was like the entire world pulled under her feet like a receding tide!  “W-whoa…” Candice tried to widen her stance and steady herself, but the  ground didn’t feel like it was staying still, her feet being pulled in  opposite ways, her eyes seeing double of the crowd laughing at her  performance! Even worse, all her antics once again caused her sweatpants  to loosen and slip all the way down to her knees, exposing to all her  favorite team brand undies and causing her knees to get all tangled up!

“Uhhhh..huhhh...WAAGGH!”  Candice dizzily yelped as she toppled backward off-balance and  ungracefully flopped right onto the grass! She lay there groaning on her  back, as the camera angled as best it could overhead and zoomed on her  officially-branded panties, the Dodgers’ insignia all across the front!

Emma  couldn’t help but flick the microphone back on. “Wow!” She backed away a  second so her laughter wouldn’t get picked up. “That’s some nice team  spirit, Miss! Seems your love of the team runs… very intimate!” The  stadium once again surged in laughter!

Still dazed from all the  spinning, all the noise more or less muted around her, Candice woozily  picked herself out of the dust. She tried to stand, only to again get  her knees twisted in the pants still around her knees. “Wha.. I didn’t…  Whoa!” Tripping over herself, Candice crashed onto all-fours!  Unconsciously, her bubble butt rose high in the air, wobbling almost  hypnotically as she struggled and failed for proper balance! The way she  kept slipping, and how the impact made her ass jiggle, she might as  well have been twerking to the crowd!

The crowd went wild, Emma  was busting a gut up in the Jumbotron room, but someone else was keenly  fixated on Candice’s vulnerable behind: Dodger! With the repeated  bouncing of Candice’s prodigious cheeks, and the baseball pattern spread  across them, it looked like Bouncing-Baseball-Heaven to the dog  specifically trained to catch them! Seeing what he thought was an  avalanche of rogue balls, Dodger barked and hopped around the dugout,  fiercely wagging his tail in pure excitement before bounding out onto  the field before the pitcher could stop him!

Finally regaining  her scattered wits, Candice fixed her skewed glasses and looked up at  the raucous audience, before putting all the pieces together and  blushing a deep crimson. How humiliating! It was supposed to be her big  moment, and she made a total fool of herself! Suddenly the panties  didn’t feel so lucky… Eager to get out with at least some of her dignity  in tact, Candice stumbled to her feet and bent over to pull up her  fallen sweatpants, unconsciously sticking her booty out even further,  provoking the incoming Dodger even more with her plump behind! The pup  raced even faster towards his target!

Candice was only able to  pull her sweatpants up to her knees before she jolted forward with a  yelp! “EEK!” In a matter of seconds, Dodger’s cold wet nose was pushed  right between her butt cheeks! Craning her neck back, Candice gazed on  in horror as the dog sniffled all the way up and down her butt crack,  his tail beating back and forth like mad! “Ah! Ah, nice… doggy… Dodger…  sit, Dodger… sit boy…” Carefully, Candice inched forward to avoid the  dog's prodding sniffer, but to the dog, it only looked like the  baseballs were getting away! So that didn’t happen on his watch, Dodger  proudly opened his mouth and clamped down, right into the fabric of  Candice’s undies!

“AHHH!” Candice squealed as Dodger started  pulling more ferociously! “Down, Dodger, down! Bad doggy, stop!” The  blonde’s protests were useless, as Dodger tugged her panties further  away from her butt! Before long, half her heinie was peeking out!  “Someone!” Candice plead in the direction of the dugout. “Help!” But the  ‘help’ was too distracted from the hypnotic movement of the nerd's  backside, as her hips swung to and fro, more of her butt revealed by the  second! But it wasn’t just the exposure, it was her panties’ fabric  burrowing deeper up her front, and the friction as Dodger kept pulling  and puller, and… oh God… no, no no no, Candice screamed inside as she  realized she was getting hot and bothered in front of a crowd of  hundreds! “EEEK! Nooo!! D-don’t look!” Candice squeaked futilely as the  dog continued to tug down her undies!

“Looks like Dodger’s trying  to steal home base,” Emma announced to the laughter of the entire  stadium. “Do we think he’ll pull it off?”

Inch by inch, despite  Candice’s attempts, her underwear came lower and lower, until finally  another good hard pull from Dodger brought the underwear down past  Candice’s butt! “And it’s good!” Emma announced! The crowd surged with a  loud cheer as Candice’s bubble butt cheeks were freed! “GAH! M-… my  underwear… don’t look!” Candice’s face burned hot, stuttering her pleas  as all the stadium feasted their eyes on her massive, jiggling derriere  in its full glory! Dodger continued to pull, the effort causing  Candice’s cheeks to bounce up and down and clap against one another to  the delight of the crowd! From there, it only took a few more pulls for  her her panties to slip all the way down her milky thighs, revealing her  pussy and rendering her bottomless on the diamond!

Mortified,  Candice felt the almost-autumn breeze graze her wet crotch! Er, no it  wasn’t wet… oh God, could they tell?! Beyond humiliated, Candice grabbed  the hem of her T-shirt and abruptly pulled down to cover her modesty!  It was an old shirt, however, which of course isn’t the kind which  reacts well to strain! Dodger kept pulling harder, and Candice kept  bouncing, and every bounce caused the fabric to fray that little bit  more! Without even realizing, Candice’s pulling brought the shirt so low  it put plenty of cleavage on display, with the amount only increasing  as the neckline began to tear…

RIP!

Candice froze as she  felt the fabric of her shirt tear to pieces in her very hands! So to did  the crowd pause for a moment, only a moment, before once again erupting  into sound - some elated, some disgusted - as Candice’s bare boobs  bounced out into open air!

“AAAAAHHHHH!” Candice screamed,  full-on panicking as her hands flew between covering her boobs and her  crotch, as Dodger continued to tug at the shredded mess of her  underwear! This wasn’t like any other prank at school or whatever! This  was hundreds of fans gawking at her and the private parts of her body!  Could this day get any worse…

Of course, Candice should have  known never taunt a nightmare… Right away, she could tell something had  shifted, as all eyes lifted off her and all attention moved elsewhere.  Candice followed the crowd’s collective gaze up, only for her eyes to  widen and her jaw to fall open. It was like all the air suddenly left  Candice’s lungs, as she bore witness to her big bare ass filling on the  Jumbotron, every slap and clap of her cheeks rocking against each other  blown up in massive detail! Little ‘cute’ phrases even crawled over the  screen, like, “How cheeky! Full moon fever!” in big, bright, colorful  lettering! If it weren’t for Dodger still pulling her panties near to  snapping, Candice would be frozen dumbstruck! Everyone was looking at  her butt, her naked butt!

Suddenly, some sense sparked into  Candice: her jersey! She wasn’t totally out of clothes yet, and at that  moment nothing was more important than hiding her butt from the camera!  And so without thinking about it a moment longer, Candice began worming  out of her jersey so she could cover her butt with it, with no regard to  how she was revealing more of her breasts in the process! The moment  she started pulling her arms out of the garment, however, at long last  Dodger finally completed his mission. One final tug, and Candice’s  ‘lucky’ panties finally ripped off her body!

“W-whoa!” The sudden  pull threw the still-dizzy Candice off balance, and she once again lost  her footing to slip off the pitcher’s mound! She’d been halfway out of  her jersey by that point, and as she slipped she tumbled clean out of  it, sending it lazily gliding towards second base! “OOF!” Candice rolled  and slid hard on her butt, before coming to a stop at the foot of the  mound and gasping in horror as she lay in the dust, legs slightly  spread, totally butt-naked in front of hundreds! Dodger, meanwhile,  pranced back to the dugout with shredded panties between his teeth,  proud of a job well done!

Before the Jumbotron could show off a  clean frontal view of her birthday suit, Candice squealingly covered her  chest with one arm and her crotch with her other hand before bolting  for the team locker room, preserving her frontal modesty but giving the  stadium a final parting glance at her butt as it jiggled out of sight!  There’d been streakers at the stadium before, but a voluptuous nerd  getting stripped on the diamond was a whole other order of pregame  entertainment!

Seeing Candice's ass on the Jumbotron had Emma  laughing hers off! This was way more than she’d ever planned on  happening! The laughter continued as the nerd struggled and streaked  off, until, out of the blue… huh… it just… wasn’t funny anymore.  Frowning, Emma straightened in her chair. It was such a strange feeling  suddenly gnawing at her, and for the life of her she couldn’t place it.  It was almost auditory, like hearing something familiar, jeers, leering…  Where was the pride? Was it cuz Hannah wasn’t there to share it? Ew,  definitely not! For a weird misplaced moment, Emma thought to herself  why she’d even done what she did. Revenge for the pet store, or  something else? Hmm… The show’s just gotten boring, Emma eventually  explained to herself. Candice got humiliated, and that was that. Show’s  over, time for something new. And so Emma spun her chair around to head  back to the VIP room…

…only to spin directly into Daddy’s hulking frame glowering down on her!

Emma  felt herself shrinking to the size of a pea in her seat. “Um… hi,  Daddy, I was… just checking… the… the thing…” Emma babbled incoherently  as Daddy loomed closer, his stern face hard as stone and eyes weighing a  thousand pounds each! Abruptly, he cut her off with a single finger  hovered in front of her face, before he quickly spun it around. Emma’s  stomach felt like it dropped ten stories! It was a hand signal she  hadn’t gotten in a long time, and surely he didn’t mean it… right?…  “Daddy… Daddy, no, I’m a grown girl! Please, no!”

But with Daddy there were no arguments, only action.

Before  Emma could think to move, her father was pulling her over his knee with  one firm pull. With a single curt tug, Emma’s jean shorts were dropped  clean off her legs, leaving her bottom half only scantly concealed by  her thong, nary a scrap of fabric to guard her milky cheeks! “Daddy…”  Emma began one last final plea that was abruptly interrupted by Daddy’s  powerful hand slapping her backside!

“YOWCH! Daddy- AGH!” Emma  cried in frustration as her father disciplined her with several strong  spanks in a merciless, breakneck rhythm! “YOW, AH! STOP!” Emma bounced  on Daddy’s lap as the strikes fell again and again across her behind!  “AH! WAGH!” Emma’s legs uselessly kicked, until one of her feet  accidentally struck one of the nearby cameras on a tripod. Within a  second, the camera switched on and fed into the Jumbotron feed, aimed  right at Emma’s butt to fill the massive screen as another slap rocked  her pale booty, every jiggle caught in full detail! “OUCH! I’m sorry-  AH!” A burst of roaring laughter sprung from the crowd!

At last,  with a final swat to her behind, Emma slid from Daddy’s lap utterly  exhausted, collapsing to the floor with her reddened ass wobbling center  frame on the Jumbotron, to the amusement of the applauding audience.  Incensed or aroused, it was certainly the most memorable pre-game  entertainment the stadium had ever seen, and one Emma was certainly  going to feel for a long time coming, in more ways than one…