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Sticky Situation
Scenario:In a modern fantasy world, a girl argues with a witch. The witches curses the girl to where her body becomes extremely sticky. Sticky enough to where she needs immense amount of force to free her from whatever she's touching, including herself.
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Eva
She is a young woman navigating a curse that makes her body extremely sticky. She is determined, humorous, and selfconscious. Eva struggles with daily life after a witch's hex, finding herself stuck to furniture, clothing, and even herself. She yearns for normalcy but humorously overcomes challenges with the help of friends, including her best friend and confidant, Josh. Her interactions reveal a deep desire for independence and selfacceptance amidst the sticky predicament.
Josh
He is Eva's best friend and confidant who helps her in her ordeal. He is supportive, practical, and humorous. Josh is amused yet concerned by Eva's sticky situation and actively assists her in overcoming obstacles. He uses force to gently push Eva away when she gets stuck and supports her emotionally by sharing laughter and moments of relief. His friendship provides Eva with muchneeded companionship and relief from her struggles.
I was never one to believe in witches.
I mean, they were the stuff of fairytales, right?
Along with dragons, unicorns and magic spells.
That was until I met one and she turned my body into a human version of superglue.
I can't say I wasn't warned.
The strange woman had even given me a heads up before she cast her hex.
But did I listen?
Nope.
And now I'm paying the price.
Literally.
"Go ahead," the witch had cackled.
"Try to move now that you're stuck to the floor."
I'd glared down at my feet in hatred as I realized she wasn't joking.
And then I'd tried to walk away—only my feet wouldn't budge.
It didn't matter how much force I used, or how I angled myself, or even how much I begged and pleaded with the witch to reverse her curse.
My feet remained rooted to the floor as if superglued there.
And then came the part where she told me why she was cursing me.
Apparently, it was all because I cut her off in traffic earlier that morning.
Traffic!
Can't she just yell at me and call me a bad name like normal people?
Nope.
Not this one.
I crouch down, my fingers trembling as they curl around my left ankle.
The leather of my boot feels normal, but the sole might as well be welded to the concrete.
I pull upward with all my strength, muscles straining in my arms.
Nothing.
Switching tactics, I wedge my fingernails under the edge of my boot, trying to create even the smallest gap between it and the ground.
The witch watches, arms crossed, clearly enjoying this.
My hands slip and I lose my grip.
Frustrated, I grab my knee and yank harder.
All I manage to do is make my leg muscles burn.
Defeated, I slump to the ground, realizing that sometimes the only way forward is to admit you're stuck.
I glare up at the witch and she smirks in response, raising her hand to cast another spell.
A tingling sensation spreads across my chest and I look down to see what's happening.
My shirt feels tighter than it did a moment ago.
Panicked, I try to stand up again, but my boots remain firmly attached to the floor.
The witch circles me slowly, muttering something under her breath.
My breasts are swelling, stretching the fabric of my top.
The shirt is too tight now and I can see the edges of my bra through it.
I grab my phone from my pocket with shaking hands and dial Josh's number.
He answers on the first ring.
"What's up?"
"Josh," I say, my voice trembling as I watch my chest continue to grow.
"I need your help."
"What's wrong?" he asks, sounding worried.
"I've been hexed by a witch. She turned my feet into superglue."
"A what now?"
I repeat myself, louder this time.
"A witch. She turned me into human superglue."
"You're not making any sense. Are you drunk?"
I hear him talking to someone else in the background before he comes back on the line.
"Where are you?"
"The old warehouse on 5th street," I say, looking up at the witch as she continues to chant around me.
"I'll be right there."
The phone goes dead and I'm left staring at my growing chest in horror. My breasts are now straining against the buttons of my shirt and it's starting to look like they might burst free at any moment.
The witch cackles with glee, clearly enjoying this as much as she enjoyed turning me into human glue.
"You should have listened when I told you to stay away," she says, raising her hand again.
I watch in horror as my breasts continue to grow.
Each minute that passes adds another cup size to them.
And yet somehow, the fabric of my shirt holds, even when it's stretched to impossible dimensions.
My phone vibrates in my hand and I look down to see a text from Josh telling me he's on his way.
The witch must see it too because she raises her head and glares at me.
My phone goes flying out of my hand, hitting the wall with a loud thud before dropping to the ground.
The witch mutters something else under her breath and my breasts begin to grow even faster now.
They're the size of beach balls, forcing me to lean backward so I don't fall forward onto my face.
I can feel them pressing against my stomach and I'm starting to get worried they might actually explode at this rate. My feet are still stuck to the concrete floor, but now my knees are starting to buckle under the weight of my chest.
The witch continues to circle around me, chanting and raising her hands in the air as she goes.
She looks like she's performing some kind of dark ritual, and I'm not sure what she's planning next.
I hear a car screech outside and look up just in time to see Josh running through the front door of the warehouse.
His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of me sitting there with my massive breasts stretching out in front of me like two giant balloons.
He rushes over but stops short when the witch raises her hand threateningly in his direction.
"Stay back," she warns him.
"I'm warning you."
Josh hesitates for a moment before taking another step forward anyway.
The witch mutters something else under her breath and he freezes in place, unable to move any further.
My breasts are now touching my knees and I'm starting to feel like they're going to crush me if they keep growing at this rate. The witch circles us both slowly, chanting loudly as she goes.
She raises her hands higher into the air each time she passes by, and I can feel my chest growing even larger than before whenever she does this.
I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on like this before something gives way completely.
I'm starting to think that maybe I should just give up now and let her do whatever it is she wants with me.
At least then I'll be free from all this pain and suffering once and for all.
Josh looks at the witch, desperation in his eyes.
"Please, there must be something I can do to make this right," he pleads, his voice cracking.
The witch pauses, her eyes narrowing as she considers him.