A commission from one of my awesome Patrons. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are over eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2025. All rights reserved. Enjoy!
Gettin' Sticky
by Fidget
Chapter 2
Katy Ann woke up in a pool of sweat, her nerves shot, but sunlight was streaming through the window, and that odd feeling of danger and worry slowly left her mind as her consciousness returned.
She got up and stretched, enjoying how vigorous and alive her young body felt all of a sudden as it flexed and jiggled in the bright morning sun. It was like she was bursting with potential, bursting with life itself, and if she didn't find an outlet for this all of this youthful energy, if she didn't throw caution to the wind and go out and do something, she felt like she might explode.
She knew exactly what her body wanted her to do, of course. Having a naked man in her room the previous day had been so exciting, so titillating to all of Katy Ann's tingly young senses, and she wanted to do it again.
She thought back to the sensations from the previous day: how good it had felt to have Jud feelin' up on her soft body like that, how strangely stirring she had found the sensation of his hard thang rubbin' up against her torso, how easily she had been persuaded to lay back so Jud could press his thang between her legs, right up against her sensitive Shame.
That was all before his thang had accidentally slipped inside her Shame, of course. As soon as it had done so, Jud had started actin' all weird, her Shame had somehow gotten all sticky, and Katy Ann had found her fun coming to an unexpectedly abrupt end.
Even so, she had liked the way it had felt an awful lot while it had lasted.
The thought of boys was so magnetic, so enticing, that she couldn't help wantin' to do it all over again.
But not with Jud, because he'd abandoned her and she was mad at him. So, that morning while she made her Pa's breakfast, she thought about what boy she wanted to spend some private time with next. She just needed to make sure she kept his thang out of her Shame, so that it wouldn't make him want to leave the way it had Jud.
She was surprised at just how good it made her feel to think about boys touching her while their thangs were all hard, and she got so distracted that she almost burnt her Pa's eggs. She was sure her cheeks were bright pink all throughout breakfast, and her little Shame was tinglin' somethin' fierce under the table, but he seemed none the wiser.
And so after a silent breakfast he was off to work, and Katy Ann once again had the entire house to herself. She wasted no time calling up another of her childhood playmates that had developed into a strapping, muscled twenty-year-old, and less than an hour later he too was waiting on her doorstep, ready and eager to pursue his own strange desire for Katy Ann's curvy, feminine body.
That became Katy Ann's new routine for the next few weeks - she'd innocently make breakfast for her Pa, trying not to squirm while she thought about boys and feelin' their hard thangs against her, and then as soon as he left she'd invite one of her playmates over, sneaking them in so that she could bask in the possessive desire they all felt for her, and then ultimately to sate that odd, ever-present, burning attraction she felt toward their hard masculinity.
Once she let them be alone with her, every single boy quickly got to touchin' on her, just like Jud had. Katy Ann loved the attention, and she loved the way their rough hands on her soft bobbies and thighs made her body tingle, especially once they inevitably got their hard thangs out.
This also happened without fail. After rubbin' and squeezin' on her curves for a while, without exception the boys would start to get that glazed look in their eyes, and they'd make some silly excuse to get their thangs out, which were always all big and hard by this point.
Not that Katy Ann minded, of course. She quickly developed an intense fascination with her boys' thangs - they were always just so big and stiff and twitchy, and so different from her own small, tingly Shame. Moreover, they seemed to somehow embody all of the rigid, single-minded desire her boys felt for her, that powerful, masculine urge that Katy Ann instinctively teased and stoked until the boys snapped and took what they wanted from her.
Speaking of which, Katy Ann also found it fascinating how differently the boys all behaved once their thangs were out. Some of them were like Jud, and had a hankerin' to mindlessly rub their thangs against Katy Ann's body for a while. Others seemed to want to rub their thangs themselves, and so Katy would watch with rapt attention as the boys squeezed and stroked their stiff parts while they looked at or touched her body.
And then there was the third group, the one that wanted Katy Ann to be the one doin' the touchin'. At first Katy Ann had been too embarrassed when one of the boys asked if she wouldn't mind too badly touchin' his thang for him, but her curiosity and tingles soon overcame her embarrassment, and before long she was gently stroking her soft hand up and down the hard rod sticking up from her man's crotch while he moaned at the sensation.
She soon came to appreciate these boys the most; there was something viscerally appealing to Katy Ann about having direct control over a man's hard masculinity like that, feeling it twitch and throb powerfully in her hand and knowing that all of that desire and attention was focused entirely on her.
One boy even asked Katy Ann to put his thang inside her mouth! She thought that sounded weird and nasty and refused, of course, but her partner didn't seem to mind too much once she went back to stroking him.
As much as Katy Ann tried to keep the boys' thangs from gettin' too close to her Shame, however, each of these various interactions somehow ultimately led to the same result no matter what she did.
At some point Katy Ann's Shame would start feelin' all slick from the way the boys were rubbin' up on her big bobbies and slim torso like that, and whenever that happened something inside Katy Ann would always give, and she'd find herself teasin' the boys somethin' fierce, all while letting out these delicate little feminine sighs, almost as though to let the men know that she was ready for them, whatever that meant.
Katy Ann knew what would happen as a result of all this teasin' and touchin', of course, but she just couldn't seem to help herself, and then when the boys inevitably lost control, pressed her body gently but firmly down into her big, fluffy mattress, and climbed on top, Katy Ann would find herself passively lying back and letting it happen, yielding to that hard masculinity even though she knew they'd leave immediately afterward.
It was like her body wanted the boys to do this to her, and Katy Ann couldn't deny that there was something deeply satisfying about feeling their weight on top of her soft curves, holding her down all still and submissive so their stiff thangs could poke and probe between her slick thighs, right up against the soft entrance to her tingly Shame.
The boys had no idea why either, but once they had cute little Katy Ann on her back with her legs spread like that, it was inevitable that their thangs would find their way inside her Shame, and once they had, the intensity of that tight, slick tunnel of hers would immediately cause every single one of them to get her sticky.
"Gettin' sticky" is what Katy Ann started calling it when the boys would all get that funny look on their faces and their thangs would start jumpin' inside her tight little tummy, pouring out their hot passion deep inside her soft body over and over again, day after day. Each time Katy Ann would inevitably feel that slick, slimy sensation deep inside her Shame, and then when the boys pulled their small, shriveled thangs back out of her afterward, they'd be all slick and drippin' that white goo, and her Shame would be all sticky for the rest of the day.
That was when, like clockwork, her boys would lose their interest in her body and leave. Try as she might to keep them from gettin' her sticky so that they'd stick around and touch her big, tingly bobbies some more, Katy Ann always seemed to hit a point where she'd suddenly find herself feelin' a lot more amenable to their thangs gettin' all nice and cozy with her Shame, and then the next thing she knew, she'd be all sticky and her boy would be gone.
And all the while during her weeks of fun Katy Ann continued to be plagued by those dreams about being another girl, every single night, that same city-slicker Yankee girl saying some crazy stuff about a "pregnancy test". Katy Ann didn't never do well on tests she took when she was back in school, so she hoped she wouldn't have to take one, whatever it was.
But then she'd wake up, the awful dream would dissolve into scarlet nothingness, and Katy Ann could get back to her life. Which, more and more, revolved around lettin' her boys get her sticky.
Every mornin' when her Pa would leave he would just say, "No boys!" and she would say "Of course not, Pa", and then he would leave for the first half of his shift, and she would bring a boy over so she could enjoy letting him touch her.
Their manly bodies called out to Katy Ann, and there was something about their thangs that she just couldn't seem to resist. And so every day she'd inevitably end up on her back with her legs in the air, all while one of her boys worked his thang between her legs until he inevitably got her sticky and then abandoned her.
She soon noticed another difference among her ever-increasing circle of boys: some seemed to prefer her big, jubbly bobbies, while others spent more time touchin' on her thick thighs and bubbly caboose. All of them liked her Shame, though.
Katy Ann often wondered why they called it that. Rather than be ashamed of it, she was almost proud of how much the boys seemed to like it. They should call it Fly Paper instead, she giggled to herself. It attracts the boys like flies, and they get all sticky when they're in it!
She soon stopped wearing her knickers under her shorty shorts. She knew it weren't proper and all, but really they just got in the way, and she knew that her boys were just gonna convince her to take them off anyway. Plus, she liked the way her boys' eyes lit up when their thangs were all nice and hard and her shorty shorts came off and they were suddenly face to face with her bare, furry Fly Paper.
She was becoming more and more ok with lettin' the boys into her Fly Paper, too. Katy Ann loved being this popular with her boys, and so if lettin' them get her all sticky was what kept them coming around, puttin' their hands all over her soft body and makin' her feel all nice and tingly, well then that was fine with Katy Ann.
It didn't hurt that some of her boys eventually began trying to hold back, to keep themselves from losing control and gettin' Katy Ann sticky the moment their sensitive thangs slid inside her tight, persuasive Fly Paper. Not all the boys, of course - a significant number of them just wanted to touch on Katy Ann until she got all nice and receptive, stick their thangs inside, and let Katy Ann's Fly Paper trigger that exquisite pleasure that left them feelin' all mellow and satisfyingly empty afterward - but the ones that did seemed to want to extend and savor that intense feeling, to see how many times they could slide their thangs into her tight tunnel before they finally lost control and were forced to accept the pleasure and get her sticky.
In the end they all got Katy Ann sticky, of course - the strong, virile young men didn't seem capable of not getting her sticky - but with the ones that took their time, Katy Ann began to notice a feeling of oddly pleasant discomfort deep inside her Fly Paper that grew stronger the longer her playmate took to get her sticky.
It almost felt like a continuation of the tingly sensation that led to her being pressed back onto the bed with legs wide open in the first place, and with the boys who took the longest, the ones with the self-control to indulge in the tight slickness of Katy Ann's Fly Paper again and again before succumbing to the urge, Katy Ann noticed that her skin was beginning to flush with heat, and that her breathing was starting to grow deep and ragged, almost enough to match the panting of her men when they inevitably did give in and get her sticky.
As uncomfortable as this unexpected new sensation was, it was also surprisingly addicting, and though she was fully able to manage the feeling now, Katy Ann could tell that if one of her boys took long enough to get her sticky, the sensation would eventually grow to be unbearable. She was both incredibly curious and incredibly apprehensive about what would happen to her if that ever occurred. She already felt out of control enough around her boys as it was, what with how she couldn't seem to resist letting them put their hard thangs in her Fly Paper in the first place.
As she became more in-tune with the way her body responded, Katy Ann also noticed that during certain times of the month, usually about a week and a half after her Unclean Time, letting the boys stick their thangs in her Fly Paper started to feel even better than it usually did. It seemed like the boys liked her better during this period as well, going out of their way to run into her in town so they could ask to come over for some playtime.
These became the constants in Katy Ann's life: regardless of what her Pa said, Katy Ann really liked boys, boys really liked her back, and her boys always wanted to get her sticky.
When she'd reached adulthood older women had knowingly told Katy Ann that men only ever wanted one thing, usually winking at her or nudging her as they said so. Well, Katy Ann didn't know what that one thing was supposed to be, since the old women never told her, but she did know that all of her men only ever seemed to want to get her sticky. Once they started touchin' on her wide thighs or her big, bouncy bobbies, that always seemed to become real important to them.
And she never seemed to be able to say no to her boys, neither. Now that she was an adult, somethin' about Katy Ann, somethin' deep inside that felt like both her and not-her made her want to act all flirty with the men, to try to make them want to get her sticky. And then once they gave in and she could tell that they were startin' to want it, that excitement would grow inside her again, and she'd find herself gettin' all slick and submissive and receptive as they took charge and pressed her down into the bed, and then like clockwork they'd put their thangs inside her Fly Paper again and get her sticky.
"Why do you boys like doin' that so much?" she asked one of her suitors one day as she lounged her curvy feminine form on the bed once he'd gotten her nice and sticky.
"Doin' what?"
"Doin' what we just done, with you gettin' me all sticky like that?" She rubbed her smooth legs together, enjoying the tingling of her oversensitive Fly Paper as it slowly oozed its cloudy white contents onto her sheet for what felt like the hundredth time.
"I don't rightly know," Billy drawled, "Right now I don't wanna do it at all now that I just done it, but sure enough after a few days I'll start thinkin' about you again, and then I start to wanna see you. And then once I'm here, feelin' up on your big ol' bobbies and seein' how purty you look and my thang starts gettin' all hard, somethin' just kinda takes over and I start to want to put it inside an' all. But once it's inside it feels awful good and it's like I just gotta keep goin' 'til it's over."
He stared off into space for a second and crossed his strong arms over his naked chest. "I'm not real sure edzackly why I wanna do it though - I s'pose I just do."
Katy Ann frowned at the idea that her men didn't know why they wanted to do this neither. Another thought struck her.
"Do you see other girls like this, Billy? Y'know, like what we done?"
"Ever so often, I reckon, but most girls' moms or older sisters won't let me see 'em alone in their rooms like you do, so I usually cain't. Not sure why they won't let me though - I sure would like to do it with them other girls too."
Katy Ann was still thinkin' about what Billy had said after he left. She liked the idea of bein' so purty that boys couldn't help but want to get her sticky; she just wished she knew why boys had such a strong hankerin' to get her sticky in the first place and why she had such a strong hankerin' to lay back and let 'em. Likin' boys to be around her and vice versa made sense - she knew enough to know that boys and girls were supposed to like each other - but this whole sticky business was kinda strange. Still, she knew what Billy meant: once he started up between her legs, it was like somethin' else entirely took control of her body, and whenever she finally got control back, it was already too late and her Fly Paper would be all full and sticky again.
Plus, from what Billy had said, it seemed boys wanted to do it with any girl they could. Which made sense, she supposed, since she seemed to want to do it with every boy she could too. Still, she couldn't help but be a little jealous.
And what was that stuff, anyway? It was all gooey and creamy and gross, and it made her Fly Paper smell weird for the next few days, but she couldn't seem to stop it from happening, whatever it was. Every time the boys' faces would get all funny, her Fly Paper would inevitably be sticky when they were done.
It still felt good and all, though obviously not as good for her as it seemed to feel for the boys, but it seemed like there should be some reason why boys and girls always wanted to do it with each other so bad. And why would her Pa keep tellin' her to stay away from boys when she had such a powerful hankerin' to let them get her sticky all the time?
The next day she found herself with Nathan Deal again. She'd planned to go see Jud (she'd forgiven him once she realized that all of the boys lost interest in her once they'd got her sticky), but Nate had caught her in the cornfield on the way. She was feelin' awful tingly that day, so she stopped for a bit and let him touch her bobbies, but while his hands were busy she noticed that his nose was all flaring, like he could smell her or somethin'.
She could certainly smell him - that strong, powerful musk that all boys seemed to have - but a minute or so after he started sniffin' on her all of a sudden he really wanted her to stay there with him today instead.
Katy Ann tried to tell him that she was going to visit Jud today and that was that, and that he could come see her later in the week, but by that point Nate was already pullin' her curvy body down into the hay with him, and when Katy Ann felt his strong grip on her arm, and saw the assertive look in his eyes, the tingle in her Fly Paper started up somethin' fierce. Without really meaning to, she found herself allowing Nathan Deal to press her down into the hay and slide his hands under her clothes, simultaneously starting the twin processes of gettin' his thang all nice and hard and makin' Katy Ann's Fly Paper all nice and tingly and slick.
Nate had gotten real good at touching her too, knowing just where to press and squeeze and stroke to make Katy Ann all willing and receptive, and it didn't take long until it was too late, and she felt that youthful urgency burning inside herself again, like she was overflowing with life and bursting with ripe femininity. Nate pinched a stiff nipple, and suddenly Katy Ann couldn't take it anymore - she had to find an outlet for this feeling, a way to embrace and celebrate being alive and young here with Nate.
Nate noticed her receptiveness and began to press himself against her, and Katy Ann felt herself yielding to him in response, her bare legs beginning to spread to allow him access to her tempting little Fly Paper. She loved it when the boys got all possessive and worked up like this, and that familiar urge to tease Nate, to make him want to get her sticky, began to assert itself once again. She pouted coquettishly and began playing with her big, round bobbies, makin' like she was gonna show 'em to him and then hidin' 'em away again.
Nate had an especially strong reaction to her enticements today, and it wasn't long before he was forcefully holdin' her down with one hand and fiddlin' with his britches with the other, and then his thang was out and all hard and Katy Ann felt herself practically shaking with anticipation as he started rubbin' it on her, and then she was sighing with that delicious yielding resignation, lettin' Nate hold her down with both hands as he pressed himself against her one final time and his thang got itself caught deep inside her enticing Fly Paper.
As it turned out, this was one of those special days where it felt awful good to Katy Ann - her Fly Paper seemed awful thick and juicy, and Nate was slidin' his thang into it like a greased pig squeezin' through a hole in the fence. In fact, that odd, pleasurable discomfort began to build inside her torso much faster that afternoon than it usually did, and Katy Ann embraced it, letting it make her more and more uncomfortable, feeling her skin prickle with sweat as her breathing shortened to ragged gasps. Just as she thought that today might be the day the sensation finally became unbearable, however, Nathan Deal's face went all funny, and she felt that familiar tightening inside her Fly Paper that meant he was about to get her sticky.
Nate thought it felt good today too - there was somethin' special about Katy Ann, somethin' that set the young man's blood a-boilin' and made his thang harder than ever before. He wanted to get her sticky awful bad today, especially with the way Katy Ann was lookin' up at him all flushed and excited-like, and so it wasn't long before the feel-good sensations of that magnetic hole of hers had his thang all jumpin' and jerkin inside the purty young blonde, shootin' his goo deep into her mysterious hole so's he didn't even have to clean it up afterward.
It was like Katy Ann's feel-good hole was somehow custom-made for his thang, and though Nate couldn't imagine why that might be, he knew it felt awful good when his thang was jerkin' inside her like this. Especially today. Nate had never felt so satisfied in his life as he did pulling his shrinking, drippy thang out of Katy Ann's saturated Fly Paper in the middle of the field that afternoon.
Katy Ann, on the other hand, found that she'd gotten much stickier than usual once Nate's thang finished its jerking deep inside her. Her Fly Paper was plumb full up to the brim by the time he was done, and it was soon oozing out onto the straw between her spread legs as well.
Somethin' about that time had felt extra special to Katy Ann too - somethin' about the way Nathan Deal was holdin' her down and burying himself real deep inside her like that as his thang began pumpin', along with the especially soft, satisfied feelin' of her slightly swollen body as Nate's warmth continued to slowly spread itself deep into her trim little tummy.
Today, instead of Katy Ann's usual curiosity as to why she was so unable to resist her urge to let the boys get her sticky, she just felt like she'd done exactly what she shoulda done, though that was accompanied by an unexpected tinge of deep-seated regret and trepidation that she couldn't quite place.
Either way, Katy Ann wanted Nate to stay there with her awful bad that day for some reason, their nekkid bodies entwined right there in the cornfield, but he just buckled up his pants as usual, tipped her his cap, and went about his afternoon.
Katy Ann spent the next few months gettin' sticky every chance she could. The boys were just so tempting, and she didn't have nothin' else to do nohow.
A couple months after that especially satisfying afternoon with Nate, however, Katy Ann noticed that her cute little tummy had started poochin' out a bit futher'n usual. She couldn't make heads nor tails of it - maybe she was eatin' too much. She also noticed that she hadn't had her Unclean Time in quite a while neither, which was just as well as far as she was concerned.
No matter how little she ate though, Katy Ann's little belly just kept on a-swellin', and before long her big, bouncy bobbies started to swell up even bigger too, though she couldn't imagine why.
Her boys loved her big, swollen bobbies, of course, even though it started to hurt when they grabbed onto 'em real tight-like whenever they was gettin' her sticky, and Katy Ann was still gettin' herself sticky just as often as she ever was.
One day, however, shortly after she started noticing funny looks from the older women in town, her room suddenly filled with a black and crimson glow while she was gettin' ready to go get sticky with Nathan Deal again that day, and a pale girl dressed all funny and with red eyes suddenly appeared right there in the middle of her bedroom.
"Well, not so easy, is it?" The pale girl asked, grinning evilly.
"Who're you, and what are you doing in my room!?"
"Oh, that's right. I suppose I should give you your memories back." Her eyes flashed scarlet once more.
Katherine shook her head to clear it and then immediately looked down, horrified to see that her trim little belly was in fact swelling, just like in the hazy moments of clarity she'd had when Katy Ann was asleep. She remembered all of the endless cocks that had been inside her young, fertile body over the past few months, spurting the dangerous contents of virile, red-blooded young men's balls into her unprotected babymaker day after day for months on end. Of course she'd gotten pregnant.
"What the fuck! What did you do to me??"
"I simply showed you how hard it can be for a fertile young girl like you to keep herself from ending up with screaming children."
"But that's not fair! I didn't want this to happen, and the other me wouldn't have wanted it to happen either, if she'd known!"
"Well why didn't you just keep your legs closed then? Isn't that what you said?"
"I don't... I mean she doesn't even know to keep her legs closed! When I'm her I don't even know what it is that I'm doing, and when the boys are around I just get so..." her voice drifted off as she thought about how good it made her feel to tease and flirt with the boys, how nice their hard bodies felt against her, how strong the urge was to just lay back and spread her legs and let their thangs... penises... erupt deep inside her and fill her with their sperm.
"The instinct is just too strong! Without knowing what the risks are I... she... can't hope to resist the urge to have sex, especially when the boys all want it so bad too. And none of them know why either! Getting pregnant was inevitable! Oh god, I don't even know whose it is!"
"Do you understand now?"
"YES! God yes! I was wrong! Please change me back!"
"Sorry, Katherine, but that's not quite how it works. You made your bed, and then you fucked in it, and now you'll have to give birth to your bastard love-child in it. Well, maybe not your bed, I guess, since I'm pretty sure your dad is going to be pretty pissed at you when he finds out what you've done. He did say 'no boys' after all, and it sounds like you should have listened!"
"But he would never tell me why!" Katherine protested.
"Either way, I think it's about time I let you get back to your new life."
Katherine began to panic as the karma demon began to fade away again. "Wait, you can't go! You can't leave me like this!"
"Oh, you're right! I almost forgot."
Raven snapped her finger, and Katherine felt her mind clouding...
A few seconds later Katy Ann shook her head. For some reason she felt troubled about the future even though she had no reason to be. She rubbed her plump little belly, which comforted her for some unknown reason.
She was late to meet Nate. Regardless of what the future brought, right now Katy Ann wanted nothing more than to forget her cares and just get sticky.
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