Hands to feet

They coated their palms, then lay down and clasped each other’s feet—half science, half silly bonding ritual. At first, it was just funny. The glue hardened, tickled a little, and gave that satisfying tug they liked. But within minutes, their laughter faded. No amount of pulling separated their skin. The Maxim glue held with terrifying certainty. Panic buzzed in their chests, but they trusted the backup plan: solvents. Flora kept a stash in her apartment lab. The problem was mobility. Bound together, shuffling across the floor was exhausting. They slid, shuffled, and bickered, finally reaching the cupboard. Flora, being shorter, climbed up onto Eve’s hands to knock down the bottle. Working together, they managed to squeeze out a squirt of solvent onto Eve’s glued palms. Relief was short-lived. The solvent didn’t break the bond. Instead, it triggered a strange reaction—heat pulsed through the glue, their skin prickled, sensitivity spiked. They both felt every micro-movement, every twitch. Eve struggled, which only made Flora burst into uncontrollable laughter at the ticklish feedback. For the first time, they realized: maybe this glue was truly something new, something beyond their control. --- One more story point / epilogue: From that day, their lives bent in a new direction. They never did manage to fully separate the Maxim bond. Instead, they adapted. Living “stuck” together wasn’t easy at first, but over time, it stopped feeling like a problem and started feeling like a partnership. Eve graduated, and rather than move apart, she and Flora moved in together. Their experiments continued, their bond deepened, and what began as chemistry turned into something far more intimate. They built a quiet but unusual life, one where research and love blurred together, where every week brought new experiments and new ways to adapt. The world might have called their situation strange, but to them, it was perfect. The glue hadn’t just fused their skin—it had fused their lives.

The story was my own but i let it be rewritten by chatgpt as english aint my firdt language lol, and yes this was a selfship :)