Britney Panics

This couldn’t be happening, this had to be a joke, her hands couldn’t be stuck to herself. “Maybe if I tug harder” she said to herself.

But it wouldn’t work. Viola knew it to be true. Nothing short of an exorcism or her own good graces would release her prey. And only one of those was confirmed to Viola’s own knowledge. Britney’s whole body was now a trap for her and anyone who attempted to aid her. Now all that was left was to watch the action.

Britney tugged and tugged but all that she could do was stretch her boobs, which remained firmly affixed to her palms and fingers. “Get... off... come on... Nngg”

With each tug Britney became more frantic, finding no seam, no crack, no clue that she could be separated from herself. This careless tugging and twisting only did one thing, and that was trap her even more.

It started with an arm gluing itself to her side, then her legs binding together into a single large appendage. Every chance at escape further trapped her, like a fly in a spider web.

“This is fun” thought Viola, “but it won’t take long til she’s all used up, maybe I can fix that”

Viola let her mind wander again. Maybe she’d be kind and free her prey, where she’d run into her other friends, or maybe only release parts of her to take a walk of shame. Maybe she’d have some fun and explore Britney’s body herself. It had been awhile, and nothing beat a captive audience.