Sticking spree!

Amy figured she had made it to safety. It has been so exhilarating! She realized her mistake had been openly confronting two people she knew. But if she stared relatively inconspicuous, any new victims might not know who had done it to them. She held the stick in her hand and looked at it. The sheer power she felt having such an item made her hairs stand on end!

The main door to the shop opened up, and out walked a young couple, maybe college age, holding hands and looking oh so happy together. ‘The beauty of young love… Barf!’ she thought, full of envy!

Maybe she should try something a little lower key this time. She felt the wand, trying to get a sense of it again. When she had first picked it up, had gotten a sense of what it could do. Full body merges like she had hit Jack and Delilah with was just one of the more drastic things it could do.

She made sure nobody was looking directly at her, pointed the stick at them, and made her wish.

At first, they seemed to notice nothing. But when the boy opened the passenger-side door for his girlfriend and tried to walk away, they were met with a sudden resistance. Between their palms stretched a thick, sticky, clear goo.

“Eww! What is that?” cried the girl.

“Huh? I don’t know! Where’d it come from? Did you touch something?”

“No! It wasn’t on me!”

She grabbed onto the frame of the open car door while he tried to pull back. Step after step, he stretched the goo to a good ten feet before he lost his footing and stumbled back into her. They tried again, but when they rebounded again, he accidentally landed with his open palm on her breast. When he tried to pull away again, it tugged at her shirt.

“Stop! Stop! You’ll rip it!”

In her struggles to fend him off, she grabbed his wrist, which further spread the goo around them. She watched as they struggled, and like a fly caught in a web, they only ended up entangling themselves even worse. In a minute, they were stuck facing each other, barely able to pull themselves a foot apart before the goo slammed them back together.

Eventually a blond-haired woman came up to help them, but ended up stuck with them as well. The three of them struggled until they fell over. They continued their wrestling match on the ground, making comically feeble attempts to pick themselves up again. Amy was grinning from ear to ear with amusement!

So far, nobody had paid her any mind, so now was a perfect time to quietly sneak away from the scene. As soon as she had disappeared around the street corner, she looked around and saw she was quite alone. Good, a clean escape!

Now that she had some relative privacy, she decided to indulge her curiosity about what that goo felt like. She gripped the rod and held the thumb and pointer finger of her left hand together, then made a wish for a drop of the goo to appear temporarily, until she was done with it.

It was hard to feel at first, but she had no problem feeling it when she tried to take her fingers apart. A strand of the glue-like substance stretched between her fingertips, and the longer it stretched, the harder it became to pull her fingers apart anymore. At a few inches, she got to the point where her fingers alone weren’t strong enough to resist the tension anymore, and when she released, her fingers snapped back together in an instant. This stuff was incredible!

She played with it for a few more minutes, infatuated, as she spread it to the rest of the fingers on her left hand. She placed her fingers against the side of a streetlamp and tried to pull them off. Even with all her arm strength, she only managed to pull her hand a couple of feet, before the rubbery tendrils pulled her fingers back to the pole like rubber bands. She tried again, but she was completely stuck! There was nothing she could do! Good! She tried to imagine the possibilities.

She commanded the rod to unstick her fingers, and the goo vanished in the blink of an eye. Around the corner, she could barely hear the cries of dismay as the trio still struggled with their goo.

“I’m sure they’ll figure something out,” she said to herself, and continued on her way.

She knew roughly where she was. She walked west until she came to a trail she had seen a couple of times. It was a recreational trail that traveled along the water, and if she followed it long enough, it would take her to the waterfront district. In the late afternoon sun, the view was breathtaking! Even better, there was no shortage of young, attractive joggers running up and down the trail, or cute couples lounging around enjoying the scenery. It was time for some more mischief! She began walking leisurely down the trail, looking for her next set of victims.

It didn’t take long until she saw two young women scream with excitement upon seeing each other and running towards each other, apparently longtime friends who hadn’t seen each other in a while. Amy wished she had any friends who were worth getting that excited about, or who got that excited about seeing her.

They embraced each other in an ecstatic hug, squishing their huge tits together. Amy discreetly drew her wand and made a wish. When the girls tried to pull apart, they realized there was a problem. Their boobs wouldn’t come apart! They tugged a few times, but their breasts were now stuck to each other through their clothes like powerful magnets. When they tugged, their boobs stretched out to the limit, but couldn’t break contact with each other.

She put her headphones in with no sound on and took a somewhat wider path, and pretended not to notice them. But all the while, she was listening to their confused and frustrated cries as they continued to struggle.

She walked onward, and by the time their cries had faded from hearing, she saw a new opportunity. A guy and a girl were sitting on a park bench near the shore, enjoying a romantic evening. The guy leaned in for a kiss, which his girlfriend happily returned. It was nothing too much, just a loving peck on the lips.

Amy again reached for the stick and gave it a small wave. Instantly, their eyes flew open in shock! They tried to end their kiss, but it was like their lips were superglued together. The young woman pushed off against her boyfriend’s forehead while he braced his hands against her shoulders. She was tempted to watch what developed, but she knew it would be best to leave the scene of the crime before anyone managed to associate her with the incident.

A few minutes down the path there was a young woman, maybe about her age, sitting on a stone bench and talking excitedly on her phone. She was clearly talking to a boyfriend or lover of some sort, as evidenced by the occasional “Aww!” or “That’s so sweet of you!”

Amy discreetly brought out the stick and gave it a wave. Soon, the girl tried to pull the pone away from her face, but found it had been glued there by that same clear goo.

“Huh?” she cried in confusion as she pulled and pulled, stretching the goo almost to arm’s length. At that point, her fingers slipped, and the goo snapped back, slamming the phone into the side of her face.

“Oww! What the fuck is this stuff?”

She tried to get up, but found her butt was stuck to the seat by the same strange substance. Slimy tendrils stretched between her butt and the stone slab as she leaned forward, then pulled her back. When she pulled a second time, she made the horrid mistake of trying to break the goo with her hand. All this accomplished was having her hand stuck as well.

“No, no NO! DAMMIT!” she cursed as she continued struggling.

“Yeah, have fun with that,” Amy muttered, and walked off.

A few minutes down the path, there was a small workout station. An athletic woman with a ponytail and a tight, revealing sports bra was cranking out pull-ups like there was no tomorrow.

‘Nobody likes a show-off,’ she thought in her head, and flicked the want. Instantly, the girl’s hands were stuck to the pull-up bar like superglue. When she finally finished her set and tried to come down, she let out a little yelp as she hung there, kicking her legs helplessly in the air.

Off to the side was a shady wooded area, where she knew there was a tiny and rather hidden gazebo. She took the side path that went that way, and wasn’t too surprised when she saw a couple making out sprawled over one of the benches. It was a couple of women maybe slightly older than Amy. They were so involved with trying to wrap their tongues around each other inside their mouths that they had no chance of noticing Amy sneaking up. They were really going at it!

Similar to the last time, their eyes darted wide open once they realized something was horribly off. But this time, when they pulled apart, it was their tongues that stretched between their mouths, or rather one tongue that a moment prior had been two.

After several good tugs yielded no results, one of them grabbed at their tongues with her hand and made several confused, terrified noises when she couldn’t feel the junction! She took out her phone and looked at themselves with the selfie function. They both shouted in disbelief when they saw that their tongues had fused together!

Now starting to panic, they yanked and yanked hard. Their fused tongues stretched out several inches between their faces, but no matter what they did, they were unable to pull apart. Amy quietly turned and walked away, listening to their unintelligible protests as they tried to ask each other what was happening and what to do.

Amy returned to the main trail and continued on her way. In another minute, she saw a couple walking side by side, and they seemed to had matched their strides so they were in synch with each other. For some reason, it annoyed Amy immensely to see them walking like this.

Suddenly, bright metallic shackles appeared on their ankles and wrists, connecting them together. They screamed in shock at the sudden appearance of the heavy, metal restraints. They stopped where they were and tried to get the shackles off. Even more to their surprise, there didn’t seem to be a lock anywhere on them! Each cuff was just a solid metal ring.

“There! Now you can synchronize your stupid walking everywhere you go! You’re welcome,” she muttered to herself, and then made herself scarce.

She walked quickly for another fifteen minutes, wanting to distance herself from the last scene before striking again. When she felt it was safe she looked around for her next target. After a short search, she found two young ladies standing in a grassy field, barely hidden behind a small grove of pine trees. One wore a pretty floral dress, and the other a black skirt with a white blouse. They were facing each other and holding both hands. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but by their expressions, they seemed to be in the midst of a romantic conversation.

Without warning, their hands melted together as bone, flesh, and tendon alike merged as one. In a moment, their hands were gone, and their arms were conjoined at the wrists.

“Our hands!” one of them cried in horror!

They started struggling to pull apart, but they were as firmly connected as their hands had been to their wrists a moment ago. Soon, their forearms began to pull together, and in a few seconds they were joined up to the elbow.

“What’s happening to us! Make it stop!” the other screamed as they struggled to prevent their arms from merging any further. But it was all in vain. Their upper arms began to merge, until they were stuck shoulder to shoulder, almost in a freakish sort of hug.

“Someone help us!” one of them cried, but there was nobody other than Amy within earshot at the moment, and so far she had remained hidden behind the trees. Her job was done here.

Amy was starting to get nervous. She had inflicted quite a bit of mischief. No doubt people were going to realize something fishy was going on here and start asking questions. It would be best to head out of there now. The end of the trail wasn’t too far ahead. When she got to the waterfront district, she could probably lose herself in the crowd.

But before she had gone even a quarter of a mile, she was tempted to use the wand again. There were a couple of cheerleader types walking up the path with their arms over each other’s shoulders. Were they best friends, or maybe lovers? She didn’t know, and didn’t even care. She hated them all the same.

She noticed both of them wore skimpy tops that showed off a lot of midriff. It was a perfect opportunity to do a little fusion. She thought of fusing them in a similar fashion to what she had done to Delilah and Jack, but paused.

‘Let’s see if we can make this one a little more interesting,’ she thought.

Suddenly, both the blond girls gasped and looked down at themselves. They pulled apart, but noticed that the skin on their bare sides had fused together like clay! They pulled harder, and something very odd happened. Their fused skin began to stretch like elastic. A sheet of impossibly stretchy skin extended between them, stretching maybe a foot or two before they snapped back together.

“What the shit? Are we melting together?” one of them cried!

“How… how… what… what…” the other stammered.

They pulled again, stretching even farther this time. They used their hands to push off from each other. But no matter how hard they pulled, their skin always seemed to have more stretch. They couldn’t rip themselves apart.

Eventually, the one who had put her hand on the other’s bare shoulder found out that was stuck, too. She tried to pull her hand away, but another tendril of rubberized skin stretched between them, preventing them from separating.

“Oh no!”

“Oh my god, you’re making it worse!”

She tried grabbing onto a nearby lamppost while her friend tried to back away from her. She managed to get several steps away before they flew back together with a crash. They tried again, but now the bare skin of their thighs has melted together. She tried taking her hand away from the lamppost, but the skin on the palm of her hand was now stuck to it. A strand of skin stretched between her had and the metal as she tugged and tugged. Before she was ready, her friend began pulling again, and the first girl was helplessly stretched between her friend and the lamppost.

The second girl managed to get a good ten or fifteen feet before she lost her footing, and both girls collided into the lamppost. When they tried to pull apart again, their cheeks were now stuck as well. The first girl had her other thigh now stuck to the lamppost.

They were drawing a crowd of onlookers, so Amy decided it was once again time to move on. As she quietly slipped away, she realized she was starting to feel just a little horny. That had easily been her best one yet! What a sight! She was so powerful!

Finally, she came to the trailhead. Parked in the cul-de-sac, right next to a city art project, was an ambulance. A team of EMTs rushed past her, carrying loads of equipment on foot. She wondered which case they were responding to. Regardless, they were going to find their work cut out for them today! Yes, now was a very good time to disappear.

She made her way down the busy sidewalk, past fish markets, pubs, and various other attractions. Her wand was hidden in her bag, where she intended it to stay. Just to make sure it was still there, she reached inside to feel it.

But when her hand brushed its strange material, her comfort was short lived. That feeling of power she got when she had touched it before was replaced by a much more alarming sensation. It was hard to put into words, but it was like the rod was angry at her for some reason. Had she misused its power? So, what of it?

She closed her bag and tried to put the uneasy thought out of her mind. She tried to **** herself to think about something happier, but her stormy mind instead decided to think about how jealous she was for all the happy relationships she had seen. In a weird way, she kind of wanted to be stuck to a special someone like her victims just now. There were so many options. What would be the best? Well, it didn’t matter, because she didn’t seem to have any friends left in her life anyway.

To Amy’s right, there was a small alleyway between two shops that lead to an outdoor public dining area. It was a small pier overlooking the harbor, a nice secluded place with a wonderful view! At the end of the alleyway, she could see the setting sun. Amy had been walking for a long time, and she desperately needed to sit down. This would be a good place to hide out for a little bit, and maybe drink some of the water she had brought.

But when she reached the end of the alleyway, she saw she wasn’t alone there. There was another girl sitting on one of the picnic benches, looking out at the harbor. She wasn’t on her phone, she wasn’t eating anything, just sitting there. She looked a little forlorn.

And she was beautiful! She had pretty, brown hair that was done up in stylish braids, and a slender but not too slender figure that her dress showed off just perfectly!

Also, Amy was still a little aroused from all he mischief she had caused. She was feeling confident and powerful, like she could get anything she wanted. And this poor girl looked so helpless and **** right now.

“Everything all right?” Amy asked her.

The girl jumped. “Huh? Oh, sorry. Just not having a great day today.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m Amy, by the way.”

“I’m Sandy. Good to meet you, Amy.” She gave Amy a quick handshake out of politeness, but she didn’t seem cheered up.

“Well, what’s the matter?”

“Oh, nothing really. Just got stood up again.”

“A cutie like you? Stood up? I don’t believe it!”

“Uh, thanks!” she said, and laughed nervously. “I’ve been dating this guy for like a month, well, TRYING to date, because he’s just such a flake. This is the third time he’s done it! Just some lame excuse at the last minute. I don’t know if he doesn’t like me, or if he gets nervous, or if he’s seriously just that bad at keeping commitments. Well, he’s not coming today, and I’ve got a bottle of wine to finish all by myself now.”

“Aww, I’m so sorry to hear that! Well, how about I take you out instead? I haven’t been to the waterfront in a while. Care to walk around with me and see what happens?”

Finally, Sandy actually did smile. “Ha ha! Thanks, that’s so kind of you, Amy! But… I don’t know. Maybe it would be best for me to have some quiet time. But I hope I’ll catch you around!”

Amy, not so easily dissuaded, was thinking of what else she could say to convince this girl to spend the evening with her, when she thought of the wand. Maybe she could use the wand without Sandy noticing. If the two of them suddenly got suck together somehow for some ‘totally mysterious reason,’ Sandy and Amy would have **** but to stay together.

Or maybe she could present the wand to her. She could tell her about the wand’s power and tempt her to enjoy its power with her… or maybe intimidate her with it.