Give the Wand to Sandy

Amy looked down at the stick, and contemplated the hair-raising vibe she was getting from it. The wand wasn’t just angry, there was a feeling of impending disaster, almost a threat. Something in Amy’s gut told her, quite against her impulsive desires, that she should heed this warning, vague as it may have been.

Then she looked over at Sandy. Behind Sandy’s anger, there was an empty sadness, like so many grand hopes of hers had just slipped away. Amy was supposed to be the one that was different, but she had been just like all the rest. She thought of her former friends, Jack and Delilah, and how ‘perfectly’ that had turned out. Well, her friendship with Sandy, with all the potential it had, had turned to shit even faster… in record time, in fact. Was this really what she wanted her life to be like?

“Unstuck,” Amy commanded, hanging her head with guilt. Sandy’s underwear came free of the chair, but she still looked angry. Calming her down wouldn’t be so easy this time.

Suddenly, and idea came to her: one that went against her very nature. But it was the only peace offering that could possibly reset her friendship with Sandy at this point. And as the thought came into her mind, the bone-chilling sense of impending disaster began to subside.

“Sandy… I want to you have the stick now. I’ve misused it. I’m sorry.”

“Really?” Sandy looked undecided, as if suspecting this could only be one more of her ploys. But Amy was literally handing over the source of her power… putting Sandy in full control of what happened.

Sandy stood up and reached for it. And as Amy extended the wand to her, the feeling of dread faded away completely, replaced by a new feeling. It was a calming feeling, as if things were being set right. As the wand changed hands, Sandy’s face came alight with an expression of overwhelming awe! Amy vaguely remembered when she had picked it up herself. The sense of power, of cosmic importance, had made her knees weak, made her feel tiny and immense at the same time. It was strange… the actual moment of finding it was a foggy memory, fading almost like a dream in the morning light.

Sandy smiled, a wide grin like a child opening a Christmas present.

“Wow…” she muttered, staring down at the thing. “I can see why you didn’t want me touching it all casually.”

“Yeah, well, it’s yours now. I don’t think it likes me anymore. And I’m yours, too. Do what you will with me. You certainly deserve it. Or, I can just put my clothes back on and leave, if that’s what you want.”

“Hand stuck,” Sandy commanded, pointing at her own left hand.

She flexed her fingers, contemplating her ‘sticky’ hand, then looked around the room for something to test it on. She eventually decided on her own torso, just underneath her left breast. She gave a few tugs, and found her hand to be stuck fast to herself.

“Unstuck.”

Her hand came free, just like that. Sandy grinned again, even wider, almost beside herself with giddy excitement! She looked over to Amy, considering what to do. Amy spread her arms outward, palms forward, presenting all of her lovely, bare skin.

“I’m yours. Do what you want with me. Punish me if you have to.”

“Nah, I can see you’re sorry. But maybe you do owe me some cuddles. Hmm… Let’s see…” She pointed the stick at her. “Stuck front to front. Wait! STRETCHY stuck, front to front!”

Sandy set the wand on the end table by her chair, then approached Amy. She ran her hands up and down her torso, caressing her soft skin. Her command hadn’t said anything about hands, so nothing happened just yet. She pinched a fold of skin on Amy’s tummy, but it still had all the properties of normal skin. When Sandy was done teasing, she reached around and placed her hands on Amy’s back, one below and one above. Making intimate eye contact, Sandy drew Amy in until their bodies made contact, belly to belly and chest to chest. She pressed their bodies together firmly. The warm skin on skin contact gave both of them a wonderful burst of oxytocin… a feeling of closeness.

And when Sandy released her embrace and pulled back, there was an immediate tug, pulling on the skin all along their fronts. Their skin would not separate, like they had been glued together. They tugged a few times, gently, enjoying the feeling of inseparability. But when they pulled harder, their skin began to stretch… farther than human skin should have been able to!

“Ohh!” Amy gasped. Sandy had been right. It didn’t really hurt, but the feeling of tension was powerful.

They pulled harder and harder, laughing as they did. Sandy put her hands on Amy’s shoulders and pushed off. Their breasts and the skin of their tummies began to stretch like it was made of elastic. After a few inches, it began making an audible noise, a creaking of sorts, like over-stretched rubber. Amy supposed that made sense. The stick went more off of the inner thoughts of its wielder than her words, and Sandy had probably imagined it based on what she had seen in cartoons.

Then, they snapped back together. They laughed and giggled for several seconds, then tried again. With their skin stretched out, Amy ran a finger up and down the seam between them. There was nothing at all between their skin, yet it was completely inseparable! They snapped back together, then tried again… and again. They braced both their hands against the other’s body and pushed with their combined strength. Sally grabbed onto a doorframe behind her as Amy pulled back with all her might. They jerked forcefully, twisted, and yanked, watching in awe as their flesh stretched to unbelievable lengths! Amy wondered if there was an elastic limit, though their human strength could only manage to separate them around three feet. Soon, they fell over, and continued their games with a wrestling match as they rolled over each other and struggled on the floor, pausing only to kiss each other.

When they had tired themselves out, they hauled themselves onto the couch to watch movies. Amy lay on her back, while Sandy rested on top of her. They caressed and rubbed each other’s skin, enjoying the warmth of their unbreakable closeness.

Once, Amy dared to reach over and touch the wand, wondering if it felt happy. However, she felt nothing, as if she had been touching a mundane piece of wood. Maybe that made sense. The wand was no longer hers. But it was in good hands. All she had to do to continue enjoying its powers was be good to Sandy and keep their relationship strong. And if she learned from her mistakes, like the ones she had made with Jack and Delilah, maybe she would do all right with Sandy.