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His sister would complain every day, at how the school uniforms shirt ended below her breasts, leaving her toned stomach bare for any male student to ogle. She would complain how the shirt seemed designed have only enough material to cover their massive tipped peaks and cursing the school because of it. Adam and his sister would often laugh, his sister thanking silently that the school didn't have school issued underwear while Adam was cursing it. Still however his sister had no clue of the horror that Adam was subjected to last night, bundled under her bright pink quilt. Breasts clearly shown with two large lumps under the quilt before her chest. Adam slept soundly under his thin white sheets, sleeping in the mess of crumpled clothing and food wrappers. Which contrasted heavily to his sisters room that was immaculate and gleaming, always giving the impression it was only just cleaned. Adam took little care of anything in his room, with his closet overflowing with crumpled clothing and underwear. His dresser, oozing pants and slightly green socks, and his bathroom was the image of a house long abandoned by any decent person. Unlike the horrid events of yesterday, and despite the appearance and cleanliness of Adam's room, everything was peaceful and still in the house. Almost akin to the calm before the storm with nothing giving even a foreshadowing of what would happen the next day.
Adam woke up to his alarm, as he pressed his worn snooze button once again he felt his slick feet slide across his sheets. He remembered the events of last night with a shudder that ran through his entire body and left chills in his chest. Adam remembered that he had to wash it off this morning, sweetly remembering the smoothness and resigning himself to the bathroom. He threw the sheets off his naked body with a wave of cheap fabric, stretching his arms wide above his head for a few moments, savoring the feeling of waking his muscles from their long night sleep. Then slowly swinging his legs around and sitting on the edge of his low platform bed. Adam slowly shifted his gaze down to his feet, wishing that the result of those girls prank had disappeared overnight and whatever feeling of smoothness he had felt in bed was purely imaginary. However he wasn't scared, because even if the goo was still stuck and clung to his feet… Adam reasoned that a good shower would melt whatever glue they had submerged his feet into. Finally looking down at his feet, Adam blinked as he readjusted his vision and pulled his feet closer to his chest and gave a look of apparent shock. Not only was the black goo still firmly attached to his feet… it has seemed to have grown between his toes and left him with nothing less than flippers for feet. It took a few moments for Adam to realize, trying to bend his foot… that he had even lost all movement in his feet!
When Adam tried to move his toes nothing happened. Even when Adam tried to bend his foot, trying to arch it and relive the tense muscles that screamed to be released… nothing let up. Trying to bend his smooth feet with his hands yielded strange results, despite Adam's inability to arch his foot… he found that they were very flexible. It was as if his feet were no more than artificial black stumps giving the faint impression of real feet. However, today Adam looked at his feet and slowly wondered what the material really was? He took chemistry last year and heard of new glues that could expand and tighten overnight due to heat. He even scratched his head at the thought, thinking without a doubt that, that must be it”. However Adam gave a sudden shriek at the thought of that, as he remembered those glues were heavily acidic and would eat the material after expanding too large, though his shriek was silenced when he remembered what would happen if his parents saw him. Adam decided that he had to wash the goo off. He stood up carefully from his bed, leaning first on his short bed and testing his new feet, wondering just how he will make it to his bathroom. Adam wobbled for a few moments, eventually standing unaided and swinging his arms to remain balanced on his new flippers. Just like yesterday he slipped back onto his bed with a plop. Without the use his toes or feet, Adam could no longer balance like he had on the slick goo. Heck Adam couldn't even stand for more than a few moments unaided before falling. Adam cursed at the goo, for taking away his use of his perfectly good feet. For sealing away his perfectly good toes and ruining his balance. Now Adam had but one choice, he sighed as he slowly lowered himself onto his dirty carpet, starting to crawl on his knees to his bathroom… which seems so far away for the newly impaired Adam.
While crawling Adam cursed at the material that tightly covered his useless feet. Whatever glue his feet had soaked in gave him no options but to crawl across the floor, on all fours like a common animal. It humiliated Adam, how with little effort those girls had done this. How with seemingly so little effort or planning they had taken away something so necessary to him. He grinned as he thought of the beautiful revenge to be planned, the humiliation he would bring to those girls. With the thought of revenge, Adam gained new vigor. He crawled faster towards his bathroom, “Feet or no feet” he thought “I’m going to wash this glue off”. With his determination still intact, Adam crawled across his dusty and heavily stained carpet. Red with the spills of spaghetti dinners long past, with a sheer volume of dust comparable to an abandoned house. While looking around his unkempt room, still crawling towards his goal swiftly. Adam had strange feelings he never had before, looking over his room he felt very different for an odd reason. He normally hated the gleamingly clean room his sister kept. He normally hated how she kept her clothing neatly folded, unlike him, how she kept her underwear and massive bras neat and tidy in color coded rows inside her dresser. However Looking around, shielding his eyes from the dust covered carpet, strangely he felt envy, stopping and looking around the pig sty his room had become. For a moment he imagined his room spotless, neatly folded clothing and underwear. His desk uncovered and washed of years of food waste and abandonment. Wishing for a moment that his room looked like hers, before stopping with a disgusted look and wondering what came over him. The haze that had come over him passing and continuing on through the dirty carpet, soon reaching the bathroom.