Mister Wigglesnort

[Indianoutlawesq]

Mister Wigglesnort
By IndianOutlaw

As the group of ten adults and children entered the theatre, it was apparent this was a very special occasion. Four of the adult ladies, all middle aged, were beaming with pride at the accomplishment. The five children were so rattled with excitement it was possible each registered somewhere on a Richter scale. These four, five and six year olds could barely contain themselves. The tenth member of the group, Kelly just gritted her teeth for she knew what was riding on this moment. Looking at her five year old, Bradley, she felt his excitement could cause him to burst at any moment. This was the hottest television show ticket in town, this was the hottest show for anyone with a child under seven; it was the hottest show in town for college drinking games as well. As the ten made their way to their seats, center right, second row; they joined the other 150 audience members with an uneven number of kids to adult; the kids far out weighting the adult population.

Seated now, the queen bee of the group, Marissa, dressed in her finest leaned over to Kelly with a great grin. She uttered the works Kelly hoped she would hear, the words making this nightmarish of a trip worth it.

“Kelly, great job on the ticket,” Marissa smugly but complimentarily saying, “I think little Bradley Jr.is possibly a shoe in for the school play lead this year.” She patted Kelly on the knee in a friendly way. “I don’t know how you got these tickets but good job woman.”

Kelly grinned inside. Only a few weeks into the new school year, her son, a first grader would get to play George Washington and not a tree. Marissa was the head of the PTA and her word meant everything to the school.

As the fever pitch of screaming kids reached a crescendo, the lights dimmed and a small spot light illuminated the back of the stage. Instantly every child went hush. Not a sound could be heard. Then the music rose over the theatre like a wave of comfort. Soon every child was singing low under their breath, all in unison, all without rehearsing, all knowing exactly how the words went. The intro theme to Mister Wigglesnort built up; the small spotlight grew ever larger, until finally it dominated the back of the stand. The curtains parted and at the moment of the song where the name was to be uttered out jumped a man, all the kids sang out in unison….

“MISTER WIGGLESNORT!” This was followed by a great “snorting” sound, mimicking the laughter of our gentleman, wearing a very baggy pair of pants, blue and purple suspenders and a surprisingly sensible shirt.

Soon he was joined by a large dancing pig, Sir Elmer; a mustache wearing hand puppet of a carrot, Pop Scott and a young lady in a blue maids outfit, Gold Locks. The half hour show featured short skits, two cartoons, and lots of singing and dancing. Every kid knew every single word, none cared the music was canned or the words were lip synched. They were just happy to be there. The bonus of Mister Wigglesnort was at home, the show provided one half hour were Moms could leave a kid unattended, sit quietly and enjoy a cup of coffee, spot of tea of shot of tequila; whatever floats their boat, we don’t judge. Kelly was excited as the show finally ended with the pledge of allegiance, and one last “SNORT!”

Show ended, the lights went down and everyone began to leave, everyone except Marissa. Kelly was the only one with nerve to ask.

“Mari, let’s go.” She whispered encouragingly.
“I don’t understand?” Marissa said perplexed.
“What don’t you understand?” Kelly asked.
“I mean we come all this way. We see his show and nothing.”
“Nothing?” Kelly did not understand.
“I expected him to come out and sign autographs.” She bit her lip. “I mean, I promised my children Mister Wigglesnort’s autograph.”

Kelly looked at Marissa’s two children, they did not seem to care but they did know it was important to mom. Marissa grabbed Kelly by the shoulders.

“You need to get us Mister Wigglesnort’s autograph.” Marissa sounded desperate. “I, ah, we have to have them. One for everyone.” The last part was added as she saw the look of desperation on the other mom’s faces.
“I am not sure I have that kind of power.”

“Please you got us the tickets. I know how impossible these are to get. You can get us all autographs, I know you can.”
“That may be beyond my…” Kelly now looked at the other moms who offered the same looks. Each really wanted an autograph; each must have promised their kids the same thing. Kelly shrugged.

“Tell you what, you get the autographs,” Marissa whispered a bargain, “and Bradley Jr. will not only get to play George Washington but also Rudolph in the Christmas play.” She batted here eyes and grinned. Seeing hesitation in Kelly’s face she bartered no way out deal. “Tell you what, at least try. We will take the kids to the mouse pizza and game place and wait for you there. Take all the time you need.”
Kelly did not answer; instead she just sat there watching the group, including her son get up and exit the theatre, each mom thanking her under their breath. It was just a few moments she found herself alone in the theatre, sitting quietly looking around and formulating a plan.

Backstage Kelly walked past several dressing rooms; Sir Elmer, Gold Locks, even Pop Scott had a dressing room. Then she saw the gold star, the noticeably larger door, “Mister Wigglesnort.” Kelly decided to forgo the pleasantries and instead of knocking she just opened the door. Inside she found Mister Wigglesnort sitting alone in an office chair looking in a makeup mirror. He was still in full costume but his fit late 30 something body was more noticeable. He turned with a shocked look on his face.

“How did you get in here?” He mostly yelled, not asked.
“Um, I came for autographs.” Kelly meekly replied, letting the door close behind her. Mister Wigglesnort scanned her body, pausing on her large breasts then continuing on to her shapely legs under her short dress. He smiled and leaned back in his chair.

“So its autographs you want? Who are these autographs for?” His grin was not the same friendly grin he had on stage, it was more devious.

“My friends.” She returned.
Mister Wigglesnort continued to scan her body until he stopped on one part.

“I see a little tan line on your left ring finger. I assume there is no Mister?” His blue eyes shined.
“No.” Kelly was in no position to demand so she played his game. “We have been separated for a year now.”
“Really, a beautiful woman like you, what on earth would cause that to happen?”

“He was banging his dumb blonde coworker.” Kelly said sharply. Mister Wigglesnort leaned back in his chair, eyes taking in Kelly’s beauty as a toothy smile appeared.

“I am sure we can work something out.”

Three hours later in a child scream filled pizza and game parlor with a singing animated mouse; Marissa plied all the kids with tokens galore. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw a female figure enter though the front door. Kelly just grinned holding up several photographs.

“Here you go,” Kelly smiled a crooked smile, “one autograph for each of you, and a special one for you Marissa.” Marissa read the inscription and smiled inside as only the little girl in every woman could.

“Thank You.” Marissa replied.

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Kelly stood before the seated, Cheshire cat grinning from ear to ear. He held in his hand freshly autographed pictures of himself. On the chair beside Kelly lay her dress, her blouse, her shoes and a pair of pantyhose. She wore visibly only her white half slip, her very lacy see through bra and some of her dignity. Wiping her long dark hair from her face she kept one arm in place to maintain some cover over her pointed nipples and sheer lingerie.

“Here are the three I promised you. All made out as you suggested.” Mister Wigglesnort even snorted a little but in a less cartoon like fashion. Kelly stood, feeling extremely exposed to his eyes and at his mercy for the rest.

“Three! I need nine!” Kelly protested. For a moment she dropped her arm and her D’s were nearly completely exposed. Looking down she saw her pokies and replaced her hands over each breast to keep them concealed. Inside the thought that it was not cold in here; there is no way she was, nope. She pushed it out of her brain.

“I expressly said I would give you autographs for your clothes. But I did not specify how many. Your loss.” He now snorted in a more cartoon like fashion.

“Bastard.” Kelly said under her breath. “I want the rest,” she paused, “please.”

“Very well I will give you autographs for the remainder of your little group but you must give the remainder of your clothing.”

Kelly was in deep now; half naked before one of the most beloved children’s television characters of the moment. All this so her son could star in the upcoming school plays. Still the power Marissa yields in the school was sizable. Not just a member of every board or committee but Marissa was the head of nearly every board or committee. In fact it was rumored she had dirt on nearly everyone in the school. Her two children always got the choice assignment and when they didn’t it was usually for some reason to serve a greater need of hers. Securing Wigglesnort tickets was not enough for this queen. She had to have autographs for her children and one for herself. Kelly didn’t want an autographed picture for herself but still that left nine. As she looked at the three already signed she thought it would be easy to just give them to Marissa, but apparently Mister Wigglesnort was wiser than she for they were made out in the names of three different members of the group.

Kelly closed her eyes, utter “F****** Bastard,” under her breath. Reaching behind she unhooked her bra. Her enlarged nipples seemed to pop out like a 3D movie as the bra was tossed to the chair beside her. With her modesty gone she ignored her naked chest, Mister Wigglesnort did not, and reached under her half slip. Sliding out of her underwear she stretched the elastic and shot the T-Thong hitting him directly in the face. Standing still the lighting in the room illuminated her half slip making it nearly invisible. Holding a pose for a moment, hands on hips she slid down the elastic and the slip pooled at her bare feet. Placing her hand as cover over her conservatively trimmed triangle she put the other across her breasts. She looked upwards toward the ceiling.

“Very nice.” Mister Wigglesnort continued to grin. “You have got a great body. But I think you need my autograph too.” He smiled; Kelly grimaced, trying to hold her modesty and her breasts at the same time.

“What do you want?” She knew it but was hoping he was wrong.

“You know, being Mister Wigglesnort is a lonely job. Sure I have a lot of mom groupies, but nothing really, truly satisfying.” He stood and turned checking his reflection in the makeup mirror. “I think we can take this one step further.” Back turned. He pulled down his suspenders, unbuttoned his pants and let the baggy costume bottoms fall to the floor.

“He’s not wearing any underwear.” Kelly said to herself as she looked at his very tight and well toned ass and legs. Mister Wigglesnort turned with a smile. “Oh good and he has an erection too.” She said that out loud.

“Of course I have an erection. Besides; I think, since we are both now dressed for it, we should talk about the final autograph.” He grinned. Kelly took a moment to look him up and down as well.

His body was very fit; more so than the outfit he wore would let one. As she scanned her guard dropped. Her arm fell below her breasts, her hand between her legs slid a little to the side. By now he had removed his shirt and his six pack abs was now visible, highlighted only by his very tan, and not fake, all over tanned body. Each stepped forward to the other meeting directly in the middle of the room. Arms went out, mouths began to kiss and the two fell backwards onto an oversized couch in this dressing room.

One hour later the two lay there, sweat soaked and still completely naked in each other’s arms on the couch. Kelly just looked into his eyes as he kissed her neck gently.

“Ahem,” she said clearing her throat. “I believe you owe me one last autograph.”



Epilogue....


Then they both looked up as a knock was heard at the door, it opened for the guest did not wait for an invite to enter. Holding a script in her hand, Gold Locks, still in her blue and white one piece maids outfit; entered. The two nudists just held their places in shock.

“Bradley, I think this last….” She looked at the two of them and swallowed hard as the door closed behind her. “What the hell is going on here?!”

“I told you she was a dumb blond.” Kelly said. Looking at her watch and then at the young lady; Kelly stood. Looking at Gold face to face, Gold could feel a pair of hands pulling up her little dress like outfit.

‘What are you doing?” The young lady protested but it was too late and she did little to fight it. Her dressings were up and over her head, revealing she wore nothing underneath. Small B cups and a very slim, hairless body reacted to the audience of two. Wearing only a pair of knee high socks and Mary Jane’s, Gold was now met with a very deep, very passionate kiss, by Kelly.

One hour later the three lay together on a soft, fake bear rug on the floor. Kelly was the first to sit up again.

“About that last autograph…” She looked at him with a stern eye.

He smiled and sat up. Grabbing a manila folder on the table beside the couch he opened it and quickly signed his name. Both still naked sitting next to each other, he handed to folder to her.
“There you go; you are now no longer officially Mrs. Wigglesnort.”

“Remember you have to pick up Bradley Jr. Friday after school.” Kelly said reaching for her shirt.


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[theking94]

great story man i loved it i hope one day kelly stands up to marrisa and teaches her a lesson lol

[Everard]

Great story with an even greater twist!