Carter was the start of her troubles with Kristi and Brad, and the email. So Dildo boy was going to get stuffed in another orifice, Stacy vowed.
Carter ran ahead of the others. He was a natural athlete, and naked unburdened with clothing he ran like a jack rabbit--well, perhaps a very fast pygmy rabbit or mouse. He was a good two feet ahead of Brad, Kristi, and Vinnie--which was about 6 tiny body lengths. The cat soared over them as she leapt. She landed in front of Carter, who skidded to a stop just a hands breadth from that awesome maw. The others stopped and ran obliquely to the shelter of the bushes. A giant paw pressed him flat against the ground. She began to slowly increase the pressure crushing the breath right out of him.
Carter wished that he was still plastic, and then she couldn't hurt him.
Magic is tricky.
Carter's chest gave way like putty. The cat blinked. It's foot was completely trapped inside Carter's soft pliable body. Stacy stuggled to get free. Carter was like chewing gum. He stuck to her teeth, to her face, to her fur, to both her front paws. His pink stickiness stretched incredibly. She stumbled.
Her eyes glowed, and an electic shock leapt from her eyes. It arced back and struck Carter, and Stacy. She yowled in pain. Carter appeared to be naturally insulated against lightning.
Carter realized he was plastic, just not the hard kind that he had been before.