Vivian woke up to find her hand in a strange position, and remembered what had happened last night. She had had to fall asleep with two of her fingers still stuck fast inside her vagina through some supernatural force. She tried to pull them out, but found them still stuck fast inside her.
"God damn it. Whatever."
She decided she would just deal with it. She sat up and made to get out of bed, and that was when she found the bedsheet was stuck fast to her nipples.
"Seriously?"
She bunched up the bedsheet and tugged a few times with her free hand, but there was no helping it. The fabric was clinging all around the pigmented flesh of her areolas. Both her flesh and the cotton fabric stretched out as she tugged, as if they had been knitted together.
"Abigail! Come on!"
But there was no response from the formless spirit haunting her. She gave a few more tugs, several on the blanket and a few on her fingers, but it was hopeless. She groaned and stood up from her bed. She used her free hand to yank on the bedsheet until the bottom came free from being tucked under the mattress. She hobbled over to her dresser and picked out a pair of sweatpants to put on. She awkwardly stepped into them and managed to get them up to her waist, though it took some kicking. Now she was stuck with her hand down the front of her pants, but at least she was wearing something. She took a look at her favorite comfy sweatshirt with envy. Even Abigail would let her put it on, there would be little point even trying in her current state.
Next, she took a few steps toward her bathroom, then decided to toss the bedsheet over her shoulder, which made walking without tripping considerably easier.
She held the toothpaste tube between her elbow and her side, and somehow managed to squeeze a decent amount onto her toothbrush. It was strange trying to do everything with only one hand, but she managed, though she decided she could skip the flossing just this once.
Once she had rinsed her mouth out, she realized a new problem. She had to use the toilet. Her palm was trapped directly over her urethra, and there wasn't far she could move it. She spent a minute trying to think of some way she could take care of her business without pissing all over her hand and making a horrible mess. Would she even be able to get it all in the toilet like that? The best idea she could come up with was to do her business in the shower. If she knelt down with her lower half in the shower while leaning her upper torso out, she might be able to wash herself off while keeping the sheet from getting soaked, and thereby considerably heavier. It was far from a good solution.
She pointed her knees inward and did an urgent dance.
"Abigail, please? Can you unstick me already? I have to pee! How am I going to pee like this?"
Fortunately, Abigail honored her with a response this time.
"I'm sure you've figured out the rules by now. Once you slip and get stuck, you have to give me something to let you go."
"What do you even want? You're a ghost!"
"Sexual pleasure is always nice! Of course, I don't have a body other than yours, so you'll have to do it. But don't worry, I'll feel everything you feel!"
"I've had my fingers up my vag for like ten hours! Is that not enough?"
"You have, but all that's done is tease me and make me dreadfully excited! If you masturbate to orgasm, maybe then we can talk."
"I'm not even horny right now. It'll take me an hour! I'm going to explode before then! How about I feed us some breakfast? Does that work?"
"Mmm... no. Not good enough."
"So you can feel everything I feel, huh? How about I not piss all over my hand in return for you setting me free? I'll suppose you'll feel every warm drop that comes out just as I will... leaking all over myself... making a horrible mess. Not going to be pleasant!"
"Really? You think you can endure something that will disgust me? Please! I've done more things than you can even imagine... and enjoyed many of them."
Vivian cinched her pants down and sat on the toilet. She waited for a response from Abigail, and after several seconds of silence, she loosened her muscles. She didn't feel any movement yet. Would she even be able to?
"Anything else you want?" Vivian asked, hoping to find any solution other than what she was threatening. "Or are you really going to force me to do this to both of us?"
"Very well, I do have another idea! That friend of yours, Olivia? She's as beautiful as a blossom! Promise me we'll see her again today, and I'll let you go, fingers and nipples alike."
"I'm meeting up with her today, anyway. Just remember: you promised none of those weird tricks around her, okay?"
"Oh, is that what I promised? Maybe I did."
Suddenly, she bedsheet detached itself and fell down to the bathroom floor. She tugged on her fingers once again, and they finally slid out. But barely a moment after the bedsheet had fallen away from her nipples, she did a double take when she caught a glimpse of them. They were quite a bit pointier than usual. Her poor girls had been through quite an ordeal the last night. Had she permanently stretched them? She palpated her breasts, being careful not to let her fingers touch her nipples, but nothing seemed to hurt, and nothing felt different to her hands. Although, her nipples didn't just look pointier, they looked a little swollen, too. Maybe they would go back to normal eventually. All the same, she promised herself no more hard tugging on them until then.
As she emerged from the bathroom, she finally dared to look into the mirror, which she had been avoiding direct eye contact with. Her topless reflection looked so tempting, she almost didn't want to bring her eyes away from it. She stared for a minute, striking several poses. Her unusually enlarged nipples were actually a nice touch! Then, without really knowing why, she pulled the front of her sweatpants down and took a peek at her vagina. She was surprised at how much she liked the view. Suddenly, she didn't feel so embarrassed about all the people she had flashed yesterday. That shaven slit of hers was simply adorable! She should be proud to show it off! What was the problem?
Suddenly, she remembered the old shopkeeper's story of how Abigail had become obsessed with staring at herself in the mirror, before she died in front of it. Perhaps to distract herself from its spell, she asked Abigail a question that had been bothering her.
"So... how come I don't stick to my bra, but I do stick to my bedsheets? Can you at least give me a hint about what kinds of materials I'll stick to with this little 'game' of yours?"
At once, her reflection changed to an image of Abigail. Abigail was still fully nude, except for the bindings keeping her intricate and old fashioned hairdo in place.
"Your teats don't stick to the inside of your bra because I don't want to give you a reason to keep it on. It's as simple as that."
"So... anything else my nipples touch, they stick to until you decide I've pleased you enough?"
"Just so."
