Wait it out

“Let’s just hold off for a little bit!” you demanded. “No, I don’t have any brilliant ideas just yet, but it’s not like we’re in a hurry, so let’s not do anything rash! Let’s just stop and think!”

“Okay, fine,” Annie agreed. “But what is there to think about? This thing’s magic! Neither of us have any idea how it works! All we can do it guess.”

“So, let’s do that! What I mean is, let’s try different things and see if something works. Stuff that won’t get us deeper in trouble, that is. In fact, here’s a guess: I have a feeling this thing is alive. Or at least sentient. It’s just a feeling I’m getting holding the wand. I think it’s not unsticking us because it doesn’t want to, not because it can’t.”

“What, do we try to bargain with it? Maybe appease it somehow?”

“Maybe. Or maybe we just wait until it gets bored of this, and it’ll let us go.”

“How sure of that are you?”

“Not very. It’s just a hunch. But we have time, so let’s just chill out and see if it works.”

You and Annie spent the rest of your evening like that. Doing simple tasks while stuck like that was an awkward but strangely enjoyable challenge. You found plenty to giggle about.

Afterward, you tried wishing yourselves apart again, but there was still no luck. You tried pulling yourselves apart with **** again, but the invisible bond hadn’t loosened one bit. After these attempts, all the stimulation made you horny again, resulting in yet another lovemaking session.

You fell asleep still fully nude and stuck chest to chest, not even bothering to pull the sheets up over yourselves.

In the morning, you were still quite stuck, and several attempts with the wand yielded no results.

“Shoot, I’m going to have to use a sick day at work,” Annie said.

“Yeah, and I guess I’ll be missing class.”

“And what about tomorrow? And the day after?” she asked, looking at you somewhat cross.

“Okay, point taken. We need to come up with a plan. Just… no more magic until we figure out how to deal with your first wish. Please?”

“Fine. Then come up with a plan.”

“Well, for starters, I think we need to get some help. We could invite my friend Scarlet over. She’s in nursing school, so she might know of some way to deal with this without magic. And I think it’ll be less embarrassing than going to the hospital like this. And, it’ll be good to have somebody knowing about this just in case this becomes… you know… long term.”

Annie sighed. “Very well.”

You located your phone, still in your sweatshirt pocket on the bedroom floor, and gave her a call.

“Oh, hi, Cass! What’s going on?” she asked, sounding a little confused. A phone call so early in the morning wasn’t your usual way of contacting her.

“Hi. So, this is awkward, but we need some help. Can you come over?”

“I guess. Why, what happened?”

“I don’t even know how to begin explaining this over the phone. I think it’ll be more believable if we tell you when you get here. Nothing dangerous, so drive safe and all, but it would be really nice to get some help really soon.”

“Okay, sure. I can swing by in maybe an hour or so. Is that okay?”

“That’s fine. Thanks so much! Oh, and one more thing. Just you. Don’t bring Scott. Maybe don’t even tell him about this. Keep it between girls, okay?”

“Um, okay.”

As promised, Scarlet knocked on your door in about an hour. You told her to come in. Needless to say, she was rather speechless when she saw the two of you. You had managed to put on some pants and socks, but that was about it. You were both completely topless, and embracing each other chest to chest, as you sat helplessly on the living room couch.

“What in the world…” Scarlet began, and trailed off. She made sure to lock the front door behind her.

“We’re kind of stuck,” you admitted shamefully.

“Ah. Okay. Can I see what’s going on?”

Too embarrassed to look at her, you averted your eyes, and the two of you pulled away from each other to show her by which parts you were attached.

“Oh, gee!” Scarlet sounded rather flustered herself. When you looked back at her face, she was blushing as hard as you must have been. “How in the world did you manage… never mind. I don’t need you to tell me. Anyway, I think I can fix this. I have an EMT kit in my car, and I’m pretty sure there’s a bottle of solvent in it. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Wait!” Annie interjected, before she could run back outside. “This isn’t what you think it is. It’s not glue. This is magic.”

“Um… sure,” Scarlet replied, sounding thoroughly unconvinced.

“She’s not joking,” you said. “I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. We’re stuck like this because of a wish she made, and we can’t figure out how to undo it!”

You held up the stick. As soon as she saw it, her incredulous expression dissolved from her face, replaced with a look of wonder. Even being next to it, she seemed to sense there was something extraordinary about it. She reached for it, and you allowed her to take it in her hands.

“What is this thing?”

“I don’t really know,” Annie answered. “I just found it on my way home from work yesterday. But as soon as I picked it up, I knew it could do magic. But now it won’t undo what I asked it to do, and we’ve been stuck like this since last night!”

“I… believe you,” Scarlet said, still staring at the stick, infatuated.

Scarlet brought out her EMT bag anyway, ‘just to try everything,’ and you and Annie humored her. She put on some latex gloves and started to explore the problem. Annie gasped a little as Scarlet began to palpate your fused nipples.

“You’re right, there’s no glue or anything I can see holding you together. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

She dumped a generous portion of the solvent on your bonded skin, but after soaking it in for fifteen minutes, your nipples hadn’t even begun to separate. She tried several other things, all with no more luck.

Finally, she brought out a scalpel. You cringed at the thought, but everyone agreed this was the only remaining option. Annie, then you, tried a few more times with the wand, just in case, but the wand was as unresponsive as before. Scarlet had you and Annie stretch one set of breasts over a wooden stool to keep you from moving too much. She carefully pressed the razor-sharp edge against the seam, held her breath, and slowly pulled the blade back in a single, delicate stroke. You gritted your teeth and braced for pain, but felt none.

She set the scalpel down and looked at what she had accomplished. She pinched the flesh of either nipple and tried to work it apart. If she had made any progress at all, you couldn’t tell. She picked up the scalpel and repeated this process several times. She seemed to be getting frustrated. After a minute or two, she was making more vigorous strokes, even sawing back and forth.

“How in the world? This thing should be razor-sharp!” She took the blade to the cuff of her glove, and it cut through the rubber like tissue paper, almost without resistance.

You and Annie looked at each other with worried looks. This was turning out to be a very problematic situation.

It was a week later. You and Annie were still stuck nipple to nipple. Neither of you were willing to go out in this manner, so you had been holed up at home. Annie had run out of sick days. Rather than face the humiliation of explaining to her boss what had happened, she just quit. You had managed to keep up with your classes to a degree by accessing the lecture notes online, but you weren’t sure if this could be a long-term solution.

Scarlet was nice enough to bring you a few necessities. Between her and a close friend of Annie’s she had called, you at least had a good support group to take care of you. The immediate future was going to be okay.

You were already starting to get used to your new day to day life. Everything you did, you did together. You slept chest to chest, ate chest to chest, and showered chest to chest. There were a few necessities that were notably less pleasant to do like that, but all you could do was get over it.

And you made love constantly! Besides there being little else to do, the constant stimulation on your sensitive nipples, and almost constant skin to skin contact of your bare upper bodies kept you horny almost all the time. At times, you were even starting to enjoy your new life.

But there were too many worries. Money was going to become a problem very soon, with Annie having quit her job. Then there was your social life. All your friends and family were going to wonder why they hadn’t heard from you eventually. You would either have to think of a very convincing lie, or more likely, tell them the truth.

At first, both of you clung to the hope that the stick would decide to end its curse on you soon. ‘We’ll try again tomorrow morning,’ you and her would declare each night, but the wand paid your **** wishes to come apart no mind. No amount of physical ****, or any other trick you could think of could separate you. Whatever you tried; the stick’s magic made sure it didn’t work. Whatever hope you had at first was gone. You and Annie had finally come to the admission that this was going to be long term, possibly for the rest of your lives.

“Cass?” Annie whispered.

“Huh?”

“We’re going to need to figure out how we’re going to live our lives now.”