Gettin’ Sticky, Ch. 01

Gettin’ Sticky

by Fidget

Chapter 1

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going!” Katherine snapped, making a point to hold her ground in the middle of the busy sidewalk.

The harried young mother stammered an apology as she tried to wrangle her four small children out of the way. Katherine detected a strong southern twang in her voice, which perfectly matched the woman’s unfashionable patchwork clothing and unpolished demeanor.

“Don’t you think that was a bit harsh?” her friend Raven asked once they had left the poor woman behind. “It seemed like she was doing all she could!”

Katherine rolled her eyes at her petite, dark-haired companion. The pair of twenty-year-olds had met a few weeks earlier at their university, and Raven had been following her around like a lost puppy ever since. Katherine thought she was nice and all, if a bit meek, but there was no denying that the girl was weird.

“I just can’t stand women like that – they think that just because they popped out some crotch goblins they should get to do whatever they please! Well I think that’s bullshit! There’s nothing special about letting some guy jizz inside you and knock you up. Why doesn’t she just keep her legs closed!?”

“Sometimes it’s not that easy,” Raven responded quietly. She was looking up at Katherine with an odd expression on her face, almost a mixture of pity and eagerness.

All of a sudden Katherine felt an odd premonition that that she should give it a rest for once. Of course, her only possible response to such a feeling was to double down.

“It is that easy – she just has to do it! Hell, look at me!” Katherine said, gesturing proudly down at her full breasts, tight waist, and thick hips. “You think guys don’t beg for the chance to get their little dicks wet inside this body? But you don’t see me getting myself knocked up like some backwoods slut, now, do you?”

“Not everyone has all of the advantages that you do, Katherine.” Now there was a look of warning in Raven’s dark eyes. “If you were in her shoes you might act differently.”

An almost fey wildness too control of Katherine as she doubled down yet again. “If I were in her shoes I still wouldn’t have any trouble showing some restraint, Raven. Quit making excuses for her! Advantages or no advantages, in the end that woman is nothing but a redneck slut, and she deserves everything that comes with it.”

Suddenly Katherine noticed that she was oddly cold, and that all of the color seemed to have gone out of the world. “Ok, Katherine,” boomed a voice that was somehow Raven’s, and yet somehow not. The meekness she associated with her friend’s voice was gone completely. “This time you’ve gone too far. I think it’s time to find out exactly what you’d do if you were in her place.”

Katherine turned to see that the air had somehow darkened around Raven’s pale face, except for her eyes, which now shone with what seemed to be an unnatural red glow. As she looked into the twin pools of scarlet Katherine felt her mind growing dizzy, and the edges of her vision beginning to dim.

“Raven, what’s going on?? Who are you? What are you? I thought you were my friend!”

“I am your friend,” not-Raven continued in her commanding tone. “I just also happen to be a karma demon, and your holier-than-thou attitude immediately drew me to you when I saw you on campus a few weeks ago. Since then I’ve tried my best to help you, to convince you to learn a bit of empathy for the people you share this world with, but I’m afraid this was the last straw.” A bit of that meekness crept back into her voice, though her eyes stayed stern. “Friend or not, I can’t let this one slide – I could really get in trouble, you know!”

Raven’s voice sounded like it was coming from further and further away as the fuzziness in Katherine’s head grew. “What are you doing to me?” It was like she was staring at Raven from the end of a long, dark tunnel.

“Just giving you the chance to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes for once. Don’t worry; I think you’ll enjoy yourself – for a while at least. So, um, have fun! And remember to keep your legs closed!”

And with that, Katherine fully lost consciousness.

Katy Ann woke up safe in her four-poster bed, like she did every mornin’. She’d had the darndest dream, like she was a whole ‘nother person, some high-fallutin’ city girl makin’ fun o’ someone, though she couldn’t quite remember what for.

Well, enough of that silliness. Her Pa’s breakfast wasn’t about to make itself!

She hopped out of bed and pulled off her nightgown, feeling the cool morning air coming in through the open window caressing the ample curves of her naked twenty-year-old body.

She hummed a tune as she skipped over to her chest of drawers, taking out a pair of incredibly short blue jean cutoffs and one of her Pa’s old, ripped t-shirts. She slowly pulled the cutoffs up her smooth thighs until they covered her Shame, shifting her weight from leg to leg to get them up and over her wide hips in the process.

After buttoning them up Katy Ann ran her hands over her firm, bubbly butt, feeling a noticeable portion of her asscheeks sticking out beneath the frayed hem of the short cutoffs. She smiled to herself. She wore these shorts as often as she could, mostly because the boys sure seemed to like them, and if there was one thing Katy Ann liked, it was gettin’ attention from the boys.

Nowadays they seemed to like her an awful lot no matter what she wore though, ever since her hips had gotten all wide and her big, soft bobbies had come in. When they did, all the boys she’d grown up playing with had started actin’ all awkward around her, staring at her body with their eyes either buggin’ out or all glazed over like. Katy Ann hadn’t been immune to whatever it was affectin’ the boys neither, and found herself searchin’ out outfits that could draw as much of their attention to her body as possible.

Folk at church always said she favored her young mother, God rest her soul, who had apparently been quite the looker as well. Katy Ann smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she pulled the t-shirt tight around her big, jiggly bobbies and tied it in the middle – with her plump cheeks, dimples, and a light dusting of freckles under her naturally wavy, sandy blonde hair it was no wonder that all of the boys were crushin’ on her. Which was fine with Katy Ann, of course, because she was crushin’ on them too. She was all twidderpated, to quote one of her favorite movies, but she welcomed it, because tv and the movies had told her that was the way things were supposed to be between boys and girls, and it sure felt awful good.

Her Pa didn’t see things the same way, for some reason, though he’d never say why. He’d just say “No boys!” in that gruff, no-nonsense way of his over his sausage and grits in the mornings, and then he’d leave for work, and that was that.

That wasn’t enough for Katy Ann though. She liked the boys, liked them an awful lot, and they sure liked her too. Especially when she wore her short cutoffs and tied up her big bobbies in a thin t-shirt like this.

No matter what her Pa said, she just couldn’t see the harm.

That was why she’d finally agreed to let Jud come over that afternoon while her Pa was workin’ late. Her twenty year-old friend had looked so cute when he’d asked her, with his lanky arms that had recently filled out with muscle crossed over his chest nervously. She couldn’t put her finger on why, but there was somethin’ awful excitin’ about the thought of being alone in the house with Jud, and it set her soft chest and smooth tummy aflutterin’. She was twidderpated, sure enough, and she couldn’t wait.

Jud arrived about a half hour after her Pa had headed back to work after lunch, coming through the back door by way of the cornfield behind the house.