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Exam Time.

By FOXCARROTS

Part One

“Rivals.”

    At prestigious Gorman College, it was coming up on exam time and many students were studying intently as teachers prepared the tests. However a rainstorm had hit the area and only the most dedicated students roamed the halls. Many decided to study at home or use the weather as an excuse to take some time off. As rain blanketed the area outside the school and lighting flashed occasionally Emily walked confidently down a hallway by herself. Her clog sandals clunk against the hard ground as her emerald green   glistened in the florescent lighting. She wears tight jeans that left parts of her hips exposed. Her underwear rode up over her hips teasingly rising above the line of her jeans. Her tight sleeveless purple tank top rested above her belly button. Her long brown hair was drawn into a tight ponytail and her green eyes lay ed on her destination.

    Though she looked to be just another college girl who cared more about partying and drinking she was actually very focused. She was used to people underestimating her but she was someone who never lost sight of what she wanted. She was used to doing things alone and never wanted to accept help from anyone. She knew she would ace the test but wanted to spend all the time she could making sure. She was the kind of person that didn’t like to leave anything to chance.

    She reached the door to the study room and turned to enter. Her feet looked miraculous in the clog sandals but the strap over the front of her foot was too tight and rubbed the side of her feet painfully. The class is empty except for one person. Emily's nemesis.

     Lauren sat on her desk chewing gum, looking to be on top of the world. Lauren was barefoot in her brand-new sneakers and her ankles barely showed from under the legs of a pair of jeans. She wore a t-shirt which was purposely too small and was trying to show of her mid-section. To add to the affect her jeans were pulled low to show of her tender hips. She also had her underwear teasing her hip and Emily could not help but feel as though Lauren was copying it from her. Laurens blonde hair was short and perfectly styled and she looked up at Emily with a mocking glance.

     Emily and Lauren have competed for the highest mark in every class they shared. Natural rivals they seemed to both have the same idea of coming in today to study. Lauren began to ruffle though her bag. She was obviously looking for something to distract them both that had little to do with studying. Lauren eventually found it, a small jar of a translucent white liquid. She then looked at a hole in her jeans and looked disappointed “Didn’t seem to work.”

    "Ok, I’ll bite." Emily said as she put her bag down. "What is that stuff?"

    "This is Rowsell glue." Lauren explained confidently. My Father works for the people who made it. It was a test batch. This is the only jar of it. I tried to use it to fix my old jeans but for some reason it won’t work at all on fabric."

    "What does it work on?" Emily asked, intrigued despite her better judgement.

    "Apparently just metal, but they’re not sure what else it will stick to." Lauren explained. “It’s experimental stuff they likely won’t ever develop further. It was on my father’s workshop and I borrowed it to fix my jeans.”

    Emily, now interested, leaped up onto Laurens desk and sat right next to her. "Let me take a look at it."

    Lauren shrugged and Emily took the jar from her hands and looked at the bottle, she curiously tried to unscrew the cap. The cap was stubborn at first and refused to move. As Emily shifted her grip annd wrenched at it the cap suddenly flew off, leaving the container floating in midair. Lauren gasped and tried to snatch the jar from falling but only succeeded in spinning it in the air toward them. The jar fell and hit their hips, spilling its contents out before falling further and smashing on the floor. Emily and Lauren cringed as they felt the glue coat the sides of their hips and down the front of their abdomens under their clothes. They both feel a tingle for a second as the glue quickly dried. Both girls gasped in terror and tried quickly to move from their spot. Emily went one way and Lauren the other, a thin strand of glue stretched between them as they went. The strand stretched until they are about four feet apart and then would stretch no further. They are both jerked to a stop as the glue locked their movement. The glue pulled them back together and their hips hit against each other, knocking them both to the ground. Emily looked at the thin strand in disgust.

    "Nice job Lauren, you got us stuck together with that junk.” Emily said as she touched the strand to find it dry and no longer sticky. She tugged at the strand but it will not break.

    "How the hell is this my fault?" Lauren retorted as she began to inspect the glue and unbuttoned her pants. Emily was confused at first, then realized she should do the same. Both girls unzipped their jeans and folded their panties down a bit on their hips. The substance had nearly identically coated them both. The glue had a baseball sized width coated on each of their hips, with several spikes that spilled downward. Each had spikes about four inches down the side of their hips and part of their butt cheeks. The worst was the four spikes that headed down the side of their abdomens, stopping just millimeters from the beginning of their nether regions. The glue looked like translucent claws, with a big grip on their flesh. The stuff almost seemed like it had reacted when it hit a surface it could stick to, spreading out quickly and efficiently. There was no splash back, no droplets, the full amount of the glue had come out in a clean mass and bonded all it had the surface area to bond to.

     Emily attempted to peel it off with her nails but couldn’t find a seam between the glue and her skin. The glue had formed a tight bond on her and she could not pry it off at all.

    “We got to get this shit off!” Lauren exclaimed and went to walk away, the glue just stretched between her and Emily. After a few inches it locked it’s stretch and savagely pulled her back, causing the two women to collide together hip to hip yet again.

    “Stop that!” Emily demanded. “I know we need this shit off, but we need to think.”

    “Let’s see what we can find to get it off then.” Lauren replied with a nod before carefully moving off to look. Emily, not wanting to be snapped back again went with her. The pair was uncoordinated and chaotic causing the glue to stretch and pull black, pulling the two as much as they were pulling at it. The very process of walking and moving was like a herculean task and took far longer than it needed to get to the desk and cupboards at the front of class.

    “I found some glue remover!” Emily said in an excited tone. There’s also turpentine and acetone.”

    “My father said this stuff resists solvents.” Lauren commented. “Maybe since we just got stuck it will work.”

    “Hopefully.” Emily commented. “There is no such thing as glue that doesn’t come off.”

    Lauren nodded, agreeing if by nothing except for hope. The pair tried the glue remover first but the stuff just beaded off of the glue and fall to the floor in droplets.

    “The stuff is hydrophobic!” Emily replied in shock.

    “How can a glue be against gay people?” Lauren asked.

    “Oh, my fucking god.” Emily replied. “Hydrophobic means that there is an effect from the surface of this stuff that repelled water. The glue solvent can’t even settle to do its work. Maybe if we put the stuff on a rag and rub it in, we can get it to affect the glue.”

    The pair awkwardly searched around the cupboard before finding some work paper towels. Emily soaked a was of the paper towel with the glue remover and scrubbed as hard as she could at the glue. It just slid around as if it were an egg on a nonstick pan. They tried the acetone and the turpentine but could not get any reaction from the glue.

    “As much as I hate to admit it this glue seems in fact impervious to solvents.”

    “We gotta try something else.” Lauren said as she braced herself on one of the counters at the front of the room. “Try and break the stuff, go as hard as you can.”

    Emily nodded and braced herself, she lunged away as hard as she could, straining to stretch the glue as hard as she could. The glue stretched to just as long as it did before and locked like a taut chain. The glue held securely, causing the skin to stretch as Emily struggled to move and Lauren focused on holding onto the counter.

    Both girls grimaced in discomfort as their skin was stretched but nothing was willing to give. The glue proved unbreakable and there was just too much skin stuck by too many strands to give. Eventually Emily could pull no longer and went crashing back to Lauren, causing the pair to stagger back against the wall.

    “It’s unbreakable.” Lauren commented. “At least by any strength we can throw at it!”

    “I want to argue but that’s pretty much it.” Emily agreed. “We can’t dissolve it and we can’t break it.”

    “I have an art knife.” Lauren commented. “It is sharp as fuck.”

    “Worth a try!” Emily agreed. “I’ll stretch it a bit so you can cut into it.”

    Lauren nodded and began to saw at the glue. It was slick and the blade seemed to not be catching at all. Lauren grabbed the glue band with her hand and forced the blade harder against the glue. She sawed at it for what seemed like several minutes before stopping to look at the glue. “It’s no use. No matter what I do or how hard I saw this stuff isn’t damaged at all.”

    “This shit is terrifying.” Emily commented. “We need help.”

    Lauren nodded and took out her phone. She pressed the screen a few times before sighing. “I have no signal.”

    “Me either.” Emily confirmed as he held up her own phone. “Must be some kind of outage due to the storm.”

    “Well, I think even with the storm we should drive to the hospital.” Lauren suggested. “We can take my car…for obvious reasons.”

    Emily agreed and the pair began to make their way out of the classroom. They found it very hard to coordinate their movements and the glue was like a rubber band pulling and throwing them off balance. It was hard to move but soon they got to the back door and found it locked tight.

    “Must be the custodians.” Emily suggested. “They sometimes forget that people are studying and will lock doors.”

    The pair went from entrance to entrance but found them all locked. They were starting to adapt to having to move as one but it was still la challenge. Eventually they found themselves at a storm door near the back of the building. The inner door was automatic and was slightly ajar, having failed to close completely and lock. The outer door didn’t lock and they knew they could get out.

    The pair struggled with the massive automatic door but found they could not budge it.

    “Were going to have to go between.” Lauren admitted. “I think we can fit.”

    “I know I can fit but whether your fat ass can go through is anyone’s guess.”

    “Why do you always have to be so mean?” Lauren asked.

    “Just go.” Emily commented with an aggravated sigh. “The sooner we are in the car the sooner people can rip us apart.”

    Lauren nodded and slowly angled herself to slip between the small passage the door left open. She lightly brushed her chest and hip against the door but soon was most off the way through. The glue was stretching between them, almost at maximum stretch. Emily knew that if she delayed any longer the glue would be triggered and snap them back together so she had to make her move. She inched sideways not realizing her elbow was right by a button on the doorframe. It only took a glancing blow but the button activated the door shuttered and began to close. Both girls tried to stop it but the door was too heavy and before they could even communicate a plan it shut hard between them right on the stretched out glue strand. Emily reached out to hit the button but before she even had a chance to hit it again a large clunk was heard. The door was now locked and could only be opened now with a custodian with a key.

    Emily and struggled, hoping that the heavy door had managed to sever the glue that connected them. However, it seem that the glue was still solid and was trapping them against the door. They were at the limit to their stretch and both had one of their hips locked tight against the door. Emily looked up wondering why Lauren was suddenly so quiet but was shocked to see that she was indeed talking. Though there lips were moving there was no sound coming through the soundproofed door.

    Both girls struggled and strained, looking for some way to escape, some way to move. However, the glue was still permanently stuck to them, and they were locked by a massive metal and bulletproof glass door. They were trapped and though they could see each other they could not hear each other. Two women stuck together by glue by the hip side by side but yet feeling as if they were never more alone.

    Until the storm was over, until the custodian retired…they were stuck.

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Description

Exam Time.

By FOXCARROTS

Part One

“Rivals.”

    At prestigious Gorman College, it was coming up on exam time and many students were studying intently as teachers prepared the tests. However a rainstorm had hit the area and only the most dedicated students roamed the halls. Many decided to study at home or use the weather as an excuse to take some time off. As rain blanketed the area outside the school and lighting flashed occasionally Emily walked confidently down a hallway by herself. Her clog sandals clunk against the hard ground as her emerald green   glistened in the florescent lighting. She wears tight jeans that left parts of her hips exposed. Her underwear rode up over her hips teasingly rising above the line of her jeans. Her tight sleeveless purple tank top rested above her belly button. Her long brown hair was drawn into a tight ponytail and her green eyes lay ed on her destination.

    Though she looked to be just another college girl who cared more about partying and drinking she was actually very focused. She was used to people underestimating her but she was someone who never lost sight of what she wanted. She was used to doing things alone and never wanted to accept help from anyone. She knew she would ace the test but wanted to spend all the time she could making sure. She was the kind of person that didn’t like to leave anything to chance.

    She reached the door to the study room and turned to enter. Her feet looked miraculous in the clog sandals but the strap over the front of her foot was too tight and rubbed the side of her feet painfully. The class is empty except for one person. Emily's nemesis.

     Lauren sat on her desk chewing gum, looking to be on top of the world. Lauren was barefoot in her brand-new sneakers and her ankles barely showed from under the legs of a pair of jeans. She wore a t-shirt which was purposely too small and was trying to show of her mid-section. To add to the affect her jeans were pulled low to show of her tender hips. She also had her underwear teasing her hip and Emily could not help but feel as though Lauren was copying it from her. Laurens blonde hair was short and perfectly styled and she looked up at Emily with a mocking glance.

     Emily and Lauren have competed for the highest mark in every class they shared. Natural rivals they seemed to both have the same idea of coming in today to study. Lauren began to ruffle though her bag. She was obviously looking for something to distract them both that had little to do with studying. Lauren eventually found it, a small jar of a translucent white liquid. She then looked at a hole in her jeans and looked disappointed “Didn’t seem to work.”

    "Ok, I’ll bite." Emily said as she put her bag down. "What is that stuff?"

    "This is Rowsell glue." Lauren explained confidently. My Father works for the people who made it. It was a test batch. This is the only jar of it. I tried to use it to fix my old jeans but for some reason it won’t work at all on fabric."

    "What does it work on?" Emily asked, intrigued despite her better judgement.

    "Apparently just metal, but they’re not sure what else it will stick to." Lauren explained. “It’s experimental stuff they likely won’t ever develop further. It was on my father’s workshop and I borrowed it to fix my jeans.”

    Emily, now interested, leaped up onto Laurens desk and sat right next to her. "Let me take a look at it."

    Lauren shrugged and Emily took the jar from her hands and looked at the bottle, she curiously tried to unscrew the cap. The cap was stubborn at first and refused to move. As Emily shifted her grip annd wrenched at it the cap suddenly flew off, leaving the container floating in midair. Lauren gasped and tried to snatch the jar from falling but only succeeded in spinning it in the air toward them. The jar fell and hit their hips, spilling its contents out before falling further and smashing on the floor. Emily and Lauren cringed as they felt the glue coat the sides of their hips and down the front of their abdomens under their clothes. They both feel a tingle for a second as the glue quickly dried. Both girls gasped in terror and tried quickly to move from their spot. Emily went one way and Lauren the other, a thin strand of glue stretched between them as they went. The strand stretched until they are about four feet apart and then would stretch no further. They are both jerked to a stop as the glue locked their movement. The glue pulled them back together and their hips hit against each other, knocking them both to the ground. Emily looked at the thin strand in disgust.

    "Nice job Lauren, you got us stuck together with that junk.” Emily said as she touched the strand to find it dry and no longer sticky. She tugged at the strand but it will not break.

    "How the hell is this my fault?" Lauren retorted as she began to inspect the glue and unbuttoned her pants. Emily was confused at first, then realized she should do the same. Both girls unzipped their jeans and folded their panties down a bit on their hips. The substance had nearly identically coated them both. The glue had a baseball sized width coated on each of their hips, with several spikes that spilled downward. Each had spikes about four inches down the side of their hips and part of their butt cheeks. The worst was the four spikes that headed down the side of their abdomens, stopping just millimeters from the beginning of their nether regions. The glue looked like translucent claws, with a big grip on their flesh. The stuff almost seemed like it had reacted when it hit a surface it could stick to, spreading out quickly and efficiently. There was no splash back, no droplets, the full amount of the glue had come out in a clean mass and bonded all it had the surface area to bond to.

     Emily attempted to peel it off with her nails but couldn’t find a seam between the glue and her skin. The glue had formed a tight bond on her and she could not pry it off at all.

    “We got to get this shit off!” Lauren exclaimed and went to walk away, the glue just stretched between her and Emily. After a few inches it locked it’s stretch and savagely pulled her back, causing the two women to collide together hip to hip yet again.

    “Stop that!” Emily demanded. “I know we need this shit off, but we need to think.”

    “Let’s see what we can find to get it off then.” Lauren replied with a nod before carefully moving off to look. Emily, not wanting to be snapped back again went with her. The pair was uncoordinated and chaotic causing the glue to stretch and pull black, pulling the two as much as they were pulling at it. The very process of walking and moving was like a herculean task and took far longer than it needed to get to the desk and cupboards at the front of class.

    “I found some glue remover!” Emily said in an excited tone. There’s also turpentine and acetone.”

    “My father said this stuff resists solvents.” Lauren commented. “Maybe since we just got stuck it will work.”

    “Hopefully.” Emily commented. “There is no such thing as glue that doesn’t come off.”

    Lauren nodded, agreeing if by nothing except for hope. The pair tried the glue remover first but the stuff just beaded off of the glue and fall to the floor in droplets.

    “The stuff is hydrophobic!” Emily replied in shock.

    “How can a glue be against gay people?” Lauren asked.

    “Oh, my fucking god.” Emily replied. “Hydrophobic means that there is an effect from the surface of this stuff that repelled water. The glue solvent can’t even settle to do its work. Maybe if we put the stuff on a rag and rub it in, we can get it to affect the glue.”

    The pair awkwardly searched around the cupboard before finding some work paper towels. Emily soaked a was of the paper towel with the glue remover and scrubbed as hard as she could at the glue. It just slid around as if it were an egg on a nonstick pan. They tried the acetone and the turpentine but could not get any reaction from the glue.

    “As much as I hate to admit it this glue seems in fact impervious to solvents.”

    “We gotta try something else.” Lauren said as she braced herself on one of the counters at the front of the room. “Try and break the stuff, go as hard as you can.”

    Emily nodded and braced herself, she lunged away as hard as she could, straining to stretch the glue as hard as she could. The glue stretched to just as long as it did before and locked like a taut chain. The glue held securely, causing the skin to stretch as Emily struggled to move and Lauren focused on holding onto the counter.

    Both girls grimaced in discomfort as their skin was stretched but nothing was willing to give. The glue proved unbreakable and there was just too much skin stuck by too many strands to give. Eventually Emily could pull no longer and went crashing back to Lauren, causing the pair to stagger back against the wall.

    “It’s unbreakable.” Lauren commented. “At least by any strength we can throw at it!”

    “I want to argue but that’s pretty much it.” Emily agreed. “We can’t dissolve it and we can’t break it.”

    “I have an art knife.” Lauren commented. “It is sharp as fuck.”

    “Worth a try!” Emily agreed. “I’ll stretch it a bit so you can cut into it.”

    Lauren nodded and began to saw at the glue. It was slick and the blade seemed to not be catching at all. Lauren grabbed the glue band with her hand and forced the blade harder against the glue. She sawed at it for what seemed like several minutes before stopping to look at the glue. “It’s no use. No matter what I do or how hard I saw this stuff isn’t damaged at all.”

    “This shit is terrifying.” Emily commented. “We need help.”

    Lauren nodded and took out her phone. She pressed the screen a few times before sighing. “I have no signal.”

    “Me either.” Emily confirmed as he held up her own phone. “Must be some kind of outage due to the storm.”

    “Well, I think even with the storm we should drive to the hospital.” Lauren suggested. “We can take my car…for obvious reasons.”

    Emily agreed and the pair began to make their way out of the classroom. They found it very hard to coordinate their movements and the glue was like a rubber band pulling and throwing them off balance. It was hard to move but soon they got to the back door and found it locked tight.

    “Must be the custodians.” Emily suggested. “They sometimes forget that people are studying and will lock doors.”

    The pair went from entrance to entrance but found them all locked. They were starting to adapt to having to move as one but it was still la challenge. Eventually they found themselves at a storm door near the back of the building. The inner door was automatic and was slightly ajar, having failed to close completely and lock. The outer door didn’t lock and they knew they could get out.

    The pair struggled with the massive automatic door but found they could not budge it.

    “Were going to have to go between.” Lauren admitted. “I think we can fit.”

    “I know I can fit but whether your fat ass can go through is anyone’s guess.”

    “Why do you always have to be so mean?” Lauren asked.

    “Just go.” Emily commented with an aggravated sigh. “The sooner we are in the car the sooner people can rip us apart.”

    Lauren nodded and slowly angled herself to slip between the small passage the door left open. She lightly brushed her chest and hip against the door but soon was most off the way through. The glue was stretching between them, almost at maximum stretch. Emily knew that if she delayed any longer the glue would be triggered and snap them back together so she had to make her move. She inched sideways not realizing her elbow was right by a button on the doorframe. It only took a glancing blow but the button activated the door shuttered and began to close. Both girls tried to stop it but the door was too heavy and before they could even communicate a plan it shut hard between them right on the stretched out glue strand. Emily reached out to hit the button but before she even had a chance to hit it again a large clunk was heard. The door was now locked and could only be opened now with a custodian with a key.

    Emily and struggled, hoping that the heavy door had managed to sever the glue that connected them. However, it seem that the glue was still solid and was trapping them against the door. They were at the limit to their stretch and both had one of their hips locked tight against the door. Emily looked up wondering why Lauren was suddenly so quiet but was shocked to see that she was indeed talking. Though there lips were moving there was no sound coming through the soundproofed door.

    Both girls struggled and strained, looking for some way to escape, some way to move. However, the glue was still permanently stuck to them, and they were locked by a massive metal and bulletproof glass door. They were trapped and though they could see each other they could not hear each other. Two women stuck together by glue by the hip side by side but yet feeling as if they were never more alone.

    Until the storm was over, until the custodian retired…they were stuck.

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