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Mika's Mistake.

    Mika watched videos on her phone, she was really into travel videos, people going to far off places and exploring and discovering new adventures. She was jealous of them for travelling, but not as jealous as she was for their ability to move.

    She was a slim brunette with sort brown hair and a curvy build. She was wearing a blue long-sleeved shirt, a black skirt and bare feet…not that her feet could be anything other than bare anymore.

    Mika started down at her feet that were flat against the floor below her. She cursed them but she knew it was not their fault. Surrounding her feet was a round puddle of now dried glue and where the puddle met the soles of her feet, the bottoms of her toes, it was inescapably linked. Every part of the bottoms of her feet that had touched the glue had bonded and the hold was something that was terrifyingly tight. It was not much to look at first, just a pair of bare feet planted in a hardened patch of yellow liquid. However, any attempt to move her feet revealed tens of thousands of little strands locking to her flesh and holding it ridged. The glue had her skin and no matter how hard she pulled she could not get it back. She was locked in, strict and stuck, not one toe could move, neither heel could even try and life. She was stuck!

    Mika had done this to herself, a lapse in judgement that meant that she had lost her freedom, her movement, her ability to even take a single step. She was in the hotel that would become her future prison with her friends. The event they had come for had happened in the convention rooms during the day and afterwards they were in the bar winding down and having a few too many drinks.

    That was when hey found it, a strange bottle.

Maxim Super Stuck Permanent Glue. Hardens in seconds and once stuck never comes off!

    “Permanent glue!” Mika scoffed at the time, thinking that no such thing was even possible. “There’s no way a glue can be truly permanent.”

    That was when the dare was issued. Stick something with the glue and see if it can be unstuck. Starting pool was forty dollars but it was offered up higher if Mika would use the glue on herself. Seeing a chance to make some money, Mika suggested her feet, which was then raised to her bare feet. The pool got up to a hundred and fifty dollars and before long the group headed over to a clear spot on the indoor second-floor balcony and were ready to administer the glue. A small puddle was poured, just a bit larger than needed for a pair of feet. Mika had no doubt in her head that she could step out of the stuff, even being prepared to lose a layer of skin in the process.

    She took off her bots and her socks and one by one placed her bare feet into the glue puddle. The stuff was cold but somewhat nice as it interacted with her bare soles and bottoms of her toes. It was squishy and sticky at first and caused her to giggle.

    “Gotta let it harden!” One of Mika’s friends suggested, having the bottle still in her hands.

    Looking back Mika wondered if she could have stepped out at that time before it hardened. Maybe she would have been able to step free and existed with just a coating on the bottoms of her feet. However, she would never know because she did in fact wait. It was not a gradual process, one moment it was squishy and soft the next moment it was hard. The change almost made her gasp. The give was gone, and the hold was mega strict. It was like it was desperately clutching her feet and decided to give her nothing.

Still Mika was confident, she thought if the glue didn’t break, she could just tear a layer of skin off. Even if she drew some blood a hundred and fifty dollars would make her recovery worth it.

    Soon she was given the go ahead, the time where she would take her escape. A friend even brought up a stopwatch on her phone to time her while another filmed her for a live. Mika waved, smiled and attempted to step out of the glue. But there was nothing. Her calved flexed, tendons in her feet rose to the surface but there was no lift. Again and again, Mika tried to step out but there was nothing. The glue had such a tight and universal hold that her skin barely had room to stretch. It was like she was locked up in super sticky cement and it had enough of the bottoms and sides of her feet that there was no way to even fight it. There was no give, no slack, just a seamless bond that would not even give the slightest indication of budging.

    Mika tugged on her leg, leaning back and pulling for all she was worth. There was a fair amount of pain but her skin could not rip and the glue wouldn’t budge. Ten minutes went by, then twenty, then it was half an hour.

    Mika stood up straight and looked into the camera. “Ok, I loose. I can’t get out of this glue.”

    Mika at first was worried more for the money she had lost but she was starting not to care. She wanted out and it became very clear that she could not do it herself. Her friends moved in, trying to lift her out, pull on her legs, anything to give her the extra strength and leverage she would need to break free…but she didn’t.

    No matter how many people came to help, no matter how much strength and effort was thrown at the glue it would not unstick, not one bit. Like the Scooby gang the group worked together to find a way to free Mika. One friend went to town on it with a knife while another went and brought back some powerful acetone nail polish remover. However not one piece of glue gave way either by hacking at it or dissolving. The glue stubbornly stayed put.

    Help was called and paramedics showed up with more powerful tools. One slathered the glue in industrial solvent while another tied sawing the strands off with a scalpel. Even with the more powerful means the glue would not budge.

    Days went past and a constant stream of rescue professionals showed up. They sed diamond tipped drills and complicated chemical concoctions but nothing at all could damage the glue. It tightly had her and nothing short of taking her feet off at the ankle could set her free and nobody involved was going to ever let that happen.

    So that was how she stayed, it had been six months and Mika had not been able to take a step, move from her spot, or even wiggle her toes. She was locked up in Maxim which did prove to be absolutely permanent glue.

    The hotel made a little area for her with some tenting for privacy. There was a laptop in a standing desk that could be wheeled closer and a bathing station with a shower and toilet that could be accessed when she needed it. She wore nothing but skirts now as she could not step in or out of any legged garments. She could sit to alleviate the pain or stand; those were her only choices.

    The hotel was nice to her, feeding her and taking care of her when needed. They also gave her a buzzer and an attendant who could go get her things from the mall cross the street. She was basically waited on hand and foot but the thing she wanted most was freedom.

    She longed to take a step and be able to maneuver her ankles and stretch her toes. She dreamed of being able to do anything she wanted and dreamed about being able to walk out the front door.

    However, her feet were forever fixed and there was nothing could be done. She would hear occasionally about people also stuck with Maxim and their various attempts to get free of it. It was failure after failure but each idea on how possible to undo it filled her with a little hope. However eventually it would fail and stuck her feet would stay as well as everyone else who was Maximed. She was considered among the worst. There were people Maxim glued into boots or to other people, but they were mobile. Mika was like others who were unfortunate enough to get stuck permanently to the spot. She was unharmed and healthy but the simple process of taking a step was forever impossible. Like it or not she was part of the hotel and as long as it stood, she would be stuck standing in it.

    Her friends would visit occasionally but it got less and less frequent by the week. They liked her just fine, but some found her situation a bummer…what fun was a girl who can’t go anywhere? Can’t move?

    Mika thought back again to that moment she was in it before it set…wishing she had tried to escape while she could. But no matter how many times she fantasized about escaping her fate she was snapped back to reality. She was Maximed to the spot and nothing was ever going to change that.

Description

Mika's Mistake.

    Mika watched videos on her phone, she was really into travel videos, people going to far off places and exploring and discovering new adventures. She was jealous of them for travelling, but not as jealous as she was for their ability to move.

    She was a slim brunette with sort brown hair and a curvy build. She was wearing a blue long-sleeved shirt, a black skirt and bare feet…not that her feet could be anything other than bare anymore.

    Mika started down at her feet that were flat against the floor below her. She cursed them but she knew it was not their fault. Surrounding her feet was a round puddle of now dried glue and where the puddle met the soles of her feet, the bottoms of her toes, it was inescapably linked. Every part of the bottoms of her feet that had touched the glue had bonded and the hold was something that was terrifyingly tight. It was not much to look at first, just a pair of bare feet planted in a hardened patch of yellow liquid. However, any attempt to move her feet revealed tens of thousands of little strands locking to her flesh and holding it ridged. The glue had her skin and no matter how hard she pulled she could not get it back. She was locked in, strict and stuck, not one toe could move, neither heel could even try and life. She was stuck!

    Mika had done this to herself, a lapse in judgement that meant that she had lost her freedom, her movement, her ability to even take a single step. She was in the hotel that would become her future prison with her friends. The event they had come for had happened in the convention rooms during the day and afterwards they were in the bar winding down and having a few too many drinks.

    That was when hey found it, a strange bottle.

Maxim Super Stuck Permanent Glue. Hardens in seconds and once stuck never comes off!

    “Permanent glue!” Mika scoffed at the time, thinking that no such thing was even possible. “There’s no way a glue can be truly permanent.”

    That was when the dare was issued. Stick something with the glue and see if it can be unstuck. Starting pool was forty dollars but it was offered up higher if Mika would use the glue on herself. Seeing a chance to make some money, Mika suggested her feet, which was then raised to her bare feet. The pool got up to a hundred and fifty dollars and before long the group headed over to a clear spot on the indoor second-floor balcony and were ready to administer the glue. A small puddle was poured, just a bit larger than needed for a pair of feet. Mika had no doubt in her head that she could step out of the stuff, even being prepared to lose a layer of skin in the process.

    She took off her bots and her socks and one by one placed her bare feet into the glue puddle. The stuff was cold but somewhat nice as it interacted with her bare soles and bottoms of her toes. It was squishy and sticky at first and caused her to giggle.

    “Gotta let it harden!” One of Mika’s friends suggested, having the bottle still in her hands.

    Looking back Mika wondered if she could have stepped out at that time before it hardened. Maybe she would have been able to step free and existed with just a coating on the bottoms of her feet. However, she would never know because she did in fact wait. It was not a gradual process, one moment it was squishy and soft the next moment it was hard. The change almost made her gasp. The give was gone, and the hold was mega strict. It was like it was desperately clutching her feet and decided to give her nothing.

Still Mika was confident, she thought if the glue didn’t break, she could just tear a layer of skin off. Even if she drew some blood a hundred and fifty dollars would make her recovery worth it.

    Soon she was given the go ahead, the time where she would take her escape. A friend even brought up a stopwatch on her phone to time her while another filmed her for a live. Mika waved, smiled and attempted to step out of the glue. But there was nothing. Her calved flexed, tendons in her feet rose to the surface but there was no lift. Again and again, Mika tried to step out but there was nothing. The glue had such a tight and universal hold that her skin barely had room to stretch. It was like she was locked up in super sticky cement and it had enough of the bottoms and sides of her feet that there was no way to even fight it. There was no give, no slack, just a seamless bond that would not even give the slightest indication of budging.

    Mika tugged on her leg, leaning back and pulling for all she was worth. There was a fair amount of pain but her skin could not rip and the glue wouldn’t budge. Ten minutes went by, then twenty, then it was half an hour.

    Mika stood up straight and looked into the camera. “Ok, I loose. I can’t get out of this glue.”

    Mika at first was worried more for the money she had lost but she was starting not to care. She wanted out and it became very clear that she could not do it herself. Her friends moved in, trying to lift her out, pull on her legs, anything to give her the extra strength and leverage she would need to break free…but she didn’t.

    No matter how many people came to help, no matter how much strength and effort was thrown at the glue it would not unstick, not one bit. Like the Scooby gang the group worked together to find a way to free Mika. One friend went to town on it with a knife while another went and brought back some powerful acetone nail polish remover. However not one piece of glue gave way either by hacking at it or dissolving. The glue stubbornly stayed put.

    Help was called and paramedics showed up with more powerful tools. One slathered the glue in industrial solvent while another tied sawing the strands off with a scalpel. Even with the more powerful means the glue would not budge.

    Days went past and a constant stream of rescue professionals showed up. They sed diamond tipped drills and complicated chemical concoctions but nothing at all could damage the glue. It tightly had her and nothing short of taking her feet off at the ankle could set her free and nobody involved was going to ever let that happen.

    So that was how she stayed, it had been six months and Mika had not been able to take a step, move from her spot, or even wiggle her toes. She was locked up in Maxim which did prove to be absolutely permanent glue.

    The hotel made a little area for her with some tenting for privacy. There was a laptop in a standing desk that could be wheeled closer and a bathing station with a shower and toilet that could be accessed when she needed it. She wore nothing but skirts now as she could not step in or out of any legged garments. She could sit to alleviate the pain or stand; those were her only choices.

    The hotel was nice to her, feeding her and taking care of her when needed. They also gave her a buzzer and an attendant who could go get her things from the mall cross the street. She was basically waited on hand and foot but the thing she wanted most was freedom.

    She longed to take a step and be able to maneuver her ankles and stretch her toes. She dreamed of being able to do anything she wanted and dreamed about being able to walk out the front door.

    However, her feet were forever fixed and there was nothing could be done. She would hear occasionally about people also stuck with Maxim and their various attempts to get free of it. It was failure after failure but each idea on how possible to undo it filled her with a little hope. However eventually it would fail and stuck her feet would stay as well as everyone else who was Maximed. She was considered among the worst. There were people Maxim glued into boots or to other people, but they were mobile. Mika was like others who were unfortunate enough to get stuck permanently to the spot. She was unharmed and healthy but the simple process of taking a step was forever impossible. Like it or not she was part of the hotel and as long as it stood, she would be stuck standing in it.

    Her friends would visit occasionally but it got less and less frequent by the week. They liked her just fine, but some found her situation a bummer…what fun was a girl who can’t go anywhere? Can’t move?

    Mika thought back again to that moment she was in it before it set…wishing she had tried to escape while she could. But no matter how many times she fantasized about escaping her fate she was snapped back to reality. She was Maximed to the spot and nothing was ever going to change that.