Sandi was in her usual holiday quandary. She’d written a letter to Santa since she was a kid and she usually got exactly what she asked for. As she’d grown older she’d lost only a little faith that Santa was out there and real. She continued to write the letters and she continued getting what she asked for. Her desires had changed mightily and now most of her desires were of an adult nature. And not all of them did she care to write down. So for the past few years, she’d received most of what she wanted but nothing of any depth. 2001 had turned into a grand year. She’d begun talking to people on the internet about her darkest fantasies and she’d discovered a few people that even shared them with her. She’d always thought she was strange. So for once she decided to throw her deepest wants into a letter and see what happened. She made them cryptic enough that someone who didn’t know her wouldn’t know what she was talking about. She sent the letter off with tingles flying through her body. If Santa even got one right she’d be in heaven.
She was up early Christmas morning. She didn’t want her family to see her open any spicy presents. She tiptoed quietly into the living room and the tree was piled high with presents. She recognized most of them, heck, she’d wrapped them. But two hadn’t been there when she went to sleep the night before. She checked their tags and snatched them from under the tree. They were for her and from Santa. She hurried into the most private room in the house. A small playroom that had been designed and built just for adult play. It was totally soundproof. She locked the door and sat down on the soft carpeting. She had her first hint of trepidation. She hoped she wasn’t making a mountain out of a molehill.
She opened the smallest package first. It was a doll. Six inches tall and quite anatomically correct. Santa had a sense of humor. The doll was the spitting image of her friend Debbie. She almost fell into disappointment. But she opened the larger package just as eagerly. The box was loud and colorful. Blazoned across it was “The Gift of Laughter. Be the envy of your friends.” Sandi had to bite back a giggle. Santa again had come through. She’d gotten just what she’d asked for. Her cryptic note had asked for a woman to love and for oodles of laughter in the coming year.
Sandi pried open the box. Six dolls exactly the same size as the Debbie doll. Each was just as anatomically correct and in a smaller plastic bag were feathers of all shapes and sizes. The feathers made Sandi’s nipples tweak into hardness but she still felt a twinge of dismay. She was getting up to go back into the main house when she stumbled and fell to the floor. She wasn’t usually clumsy so she didn’t really understand what had tripped her. As she looked back towards the box, her mouth dropped open and a sheen of sweat sprang out of her skin. Fear sweat. The six dolls were moving across the floor, walking just as humans would. Each doll carried a feather and they sported an extremely lustful look. She heard a tiny snicker next to her feet. The Debbie doll had tripped her and was holding onto her ankles with amazing strength. Sandi fought against the grip but she couldn’t move at all.
Realizing Sandi was trapped the other six rushed to her prone body. Two of them grabbed her wrists and stretched her tight along the floor. The other four stationed themselves at various spots and then waited for a time. Sandi could turn her head but that was all. Sandi felt her ankles gripped by more hands and she felt her legs spread wide and held immobile. She struggled but knew she was already lost. Debbie, the doll, walked next to Sandi’s head and smiled with wicked glee. She held up a tiny pair of scissors and then disappeared from view. Sandi heard the snipping and even felt cold steel against her skin as her pajamas were slowly, almost teasingly, cut off of her body. The room wasn’t terribly warm and she shivered as her skin grew goose bumps and her nipples hardened painfully.
The feathers didn’t wait long to begin. Sandi felt the delicious touches on her soles immediately but the two holding her wrists were too small to reach beyond her elbows. They tickled there anyway. Sandi bit back the giggles at first but her soles were screaming.
The two dolls that were free were tickling her sides but their tickling was not as effective as it would have been if they were larger. Sandi cast a vacant thought about the Debbie doll until she felt tiny fingers walking along each thigh. The fingers were heading for her knees but again too small to do much damage.
The sole tickling did its damage. Sandi’s whole body was shuddering with sheer pleasure. Santa had found the perfect gift. Sandi wondered if her family had awakened yet.
The first giggles oozed from her clenched lips. They seemed unbearably loud but were actually too tiny to hear. Apparently the dolls were tuned to the laughter. The sweeps across her soles settled on the part that had reacted and played there for long moments. Tears rolled down Sandi’s cheeks. She felt the pressure increase. The giggles wanted to explode.
Tiny hands slid under one knee. They pinched the flesh tenderly. The tingles from this attack slammed up and down her thighs like ping pong balls. Sandi’s mouth popped open and the giggles spilled out. For a second all the tickling stopped. But it began again. Now the feathers were sweeping into her armpits and her arms were still anchored to the floor. Sandi’s eyes popped open. The dolls had grown. Sandi blinked her tears away but the dolls stayed the size they’d become. The two holding her arms could reach her armpits and the ones at her sides were dropping their feathers and about to use their fingers. The two at her feet had grown but they continued using their feathers with renewed gusto. The fingers under one knee had grown larger and there were now fingers under the other knee. Looking through her cleavage, Sandi could see a tuft of blonde hair. The Debbie doll had grown as well.
Now the tickling gained power and urgency. All of the dolls had knowledge of tickling that Sandi never known existed. Feathers danced across her skin and fingers caressed places no one had ever tickled before. Giggles rolled and laughter followed. The dolls fed on her laughter. Every few moments the tickling would pause as the dolls grew larger. The pauses were never long enough for Sandi to recover or even fight for escape. Sandi was both awestruck and fear ridden. What if the dolls never stopped growing? What if they never stopped tickling? The old adage ‘Be careful what you ask for’ came into her head.
The Debbie doll was even more dangerous. It never left its spot between her legs but it was growing slower than the rest. It used its fingers behind the knees and caressed her thighs but tickling didn’t seem to be its ultimate goal. Not so the others. They explored her sweaty body with feathers and fingers and found laughter where they went.
Sandi’s body reacted as it always did. Her bladder was filling more quickly than it should have and she could feel her juices beginning to dribble from her pussy.
Debbie doll went to work. Her tiny tongue swept from anus to clitoris and back taking in each sweet drop. Sandi shivered with delight. The doll’s tongue made two more sweeps and then paused in its teasing. When the tongue returned it was larger and thicker.
Six dolls tickling and one licking. The six growing with each bout of laughter. The one growing after filling its mouth with juice. Sandi had indeed bitten off more than she could chew. One or the other of the presents would have been dynamite. Both together were threatening her sanity. The ticklers were more expert than any Sandi had ever dealt with. Their need for her laughter made them slow the tickling when Sandi ran short of breath. The Debbie doll knew that keeping Sandi on the edge of orgasm would keep her juicy forever. Time crawled to a halt. Sandi was in heaven at the hands of her tormentors.
The tickling and licking continued.
The dolls grew slowly but soon enough they were full size. The Debbie doll was an exact duplicate of Sandi’s real friend and she was doing things that Sandi had always wished. Sandi was beyond insanity. The dolls had taken her where she’d always wanted and it was as incredible as she’d fantasized. Their fingers and feathers found dark places that were screamingly ticklish. Debbie doll’s tongue seemed to coax more liquid from Sandi than she’d known was possible.
Sandi’s psyche knew when she reached the edge. Her bladder was raging hot and her muscles were exhausted from holding it in. Her clitoris was on fire and Debbie doll’s tongue kept swishing around the button without mercy. Pee and orgasm were on the same page. Both would go in a second. They had to. Sandi’s mind and body were feeling pleasure no human was meant to take. But the dolls kept going. As if Sandi were just another doll.
Sandi wasn’t one. Her consciousness was faltering. Her vision was blurry with tears and beginning to fade in and out.
The dolls dropped their feathers. They used wickedly designed fingers to finish their task. The change was too much. Sandi felt the swell begin as tickling touches forced her body to finish. The Debbie doll jammed her fingers deep into Sandi’s cave and sucked her clitoris into its delicate teasing mouth. Sandi sucked in air and screamed so powerfully that her vision went dark. Wave after wave of orgasm pounded into the helpless woman. Sandi’s bladder burst as the first wave hit. Pee and juices blended in that awesome spectacle. The pleasure was indeed what she’d asked for. Santa had come through for her one more year.
Sandi finished exploding as she felt the tickling touches fade into nothing. She threw her eyes open and yanked her limbs with amazing strength. She squeezed into a ball, her arms and legs free, as the last bit of explosion shuddered through her.
She lay in the fetal position for only a moment. She sat up and looked around her, almost crazy with longing. The dolls lay strewn over the playroom floor. The feathers were scattered everywhere. The dolls were back to original size. The Debbie doll was sticky with Sandi’s juices and pee.
Sandi shuddered as her mind rewound and replayed the pleasure. She cleaned the dolls carefully and repacked them lovingly. Sandi took great care of her toys.
A tiny thought crept into her mind and wouldn’t go away.
“Debbie, would love the six…but could she handle a session with the one.”
Sandi smiled evilly as she put the dolls on a high shelf and walked back into the house.
She was up early Christmas morning. She didn’t want her family to see her open any spicy presents. She tiptoed quietly into the living room and the tree was piled high with presents. She recognized most of them, heck, she’d wrapped them. But two hadn’t been there when she went to sleep the night before. She checked their tags and snatched them from under the tree. They were for her and from Santa. She hurried into the most private room in the house. A small playroom that had been designed and built just for adult play. It was totally soundproof. She locked the door and sat down on the soft carpeting. She had her first hint of trepidation. She hoped she wasn’t making a mountain out of a molehill.
She opened the smallest package first. It was a doll. Six inches tall and quite anatomically correct. Santa had a sense of humor. The doll was the spitting image of her friend Debbie. She almost fell into disappointment. But she opened the larger package just as eagerly. The box was loud and colorful. Blazoned across it was “The Gift of Laughter. Be the envy of your friends.” Sandi had to bite back a giggle. Santa again had come through. She’d gotten just what she’d asked for. Her cryptic note had asked for a woman to love and for oodles of laughter in the coming year.
Sandi pried open the box. Six dolls exactly the same size as the Debbie doll. Each was just as anatomically correct and in a smaller plastic bag were feathers of all shapes and sizes. The feathers made Sandi’s nipples tweak into hardness but she still felt a twinge of dismay. She was getting up to go back into the main house when she stumbled and fell to the floor. She wasn’t usually clumsy so she didn’t really understand what had tripped her. As she looked back towards the box, her mouth dropped open and a sheen of sweat sprang out of her skin. Fear sweat. The six dolls were moving across the floor, walking just as humans would. Each doll carried a feather and they sported an extremely lustful look. She heard a tiny snicker next to her feet. The Debbie doll had tripped her and was holding onto her ankles with amazing strength. Sandi fought against the grip but she couldn’t move at all.
Realizing Sandi was trapped the other six rushed to her prone body. Two of them grabbed her wrists and stretched her tight along the floor. The other four stationed themselves at various spots and then waited for a time. Sandi could turn her head but that was all. Sandi felt her ankles gripped by more hands and she felt her legs spread wide and held immobile. She struggled but knew she was already lost. Debbie, the doll, walked next to Sandi’s head and smiled with wicked glee. She held up a tiny pair of scissors and then disappeared from view. Sandi heard the snipping and even felt cold steel against her skin as her pajamas were slowly, almost teasingly, cut off of her body. The room wasn’t terribly warm and she shivered as her skin grew goose bumps and her nipples hardened painfully.
The feathers didn’t wait long to begin. Sandi felt the delicious touches on her soles immediately but the two holding her wrists were too small to reach beyond her elbows. They tickled there anyway. Sandi bit back the giggles at first but her soles were screaming.
The two dolls that were free were tickling her sides but their tickling was not as effective as it would have been if they were larger. Sandi cast a vacant thought about the Debbie doll until she felt tiny fingers walking along each thigh. The fingers were heading for her knees but again too small to do much damage.
The sole tickling did its damage. Sandi’s whole body was shuddering with sheer pleasure. Santa had found the perfect gift. Sandi wondered if her family had awakened yet.
The first giggles oozed from her clenched lips. They seemed unbearably loud but were actually too tiny to hear. Apparently the dolls were tuned to the laughter. The sweeps across her soles settled on the part that had reacted and played there for long moments. Tears rolled down Sandi’s cheeks. She felt the pressure increase. The giggles wanted to explode.
Tiny hands slid under one knee. They pinched the flesh tenderly. The tingles from this attack slammed up and down her thighs like ping pong balls. Sandi’s mouth popped open and the giggles spilled out. For a second all the tickling stopped. But it began again. Now the feathers were sweeping into her armpits and her arms were still anchored to the floor. Sandi’s eyes popped open. The dolls had grown. Sandi blinked her tears away but the dolls stayed the size they’d become. The two holding her arms could reach her armpits and the ones at her sides were dropping their feathers and about to use their fingers. The two at her feet had grown but they continued using their feathers with renewed gusto. The fingers under one knee had grown larger and there were now fingers under the other knee. Looking through her cleavage, Sandi could see a tuft of blonde hair. The Debbie doll had grown as well.
Now the tickling gained power and urgency. All of the dolls had knowledge of tickling that Sandi never known existed. Feathers danced across her skin and fingers caressed places no one had ever tickled before. Giggles rolled and laughter followed. The dolls fed on her laughter. Every few moments the tickling would pause as the dolls grew larger. The pauses were never long enough for Sandi to recover or even fight for escape. Sandi was both awestruck and fear ridden. What if the dolls never stopped growing? What if they never stopped tickling? The old adage ‘Be careful what you ask for’ came into her head.
The Debbie doll was even more dangerous. It never left its spot between her legs but it was growing slower than the rest. It used its fingers behind the knees and caressed her thighs but tickling didn’t seem to be its ultimate goal. Not so the others. They explored her sweaty body with feathers and fingers and found laughter where they went.
Sandi’s body reacted as it always did. Her bladder was filling more quickly than it should have and she could feel her juices beginning to dribble from her pussy.
Debbie doll went to work. Her tiny tongue swept from anus to clitoris and back taking in each sweet drop. Sandi shivered with delight. The doll’s tongue made two more sweeps and then paused in its teasing. When the tongue returned it was larger and thicker.
Six dolls tickling and one licking. The six growing with each bout of laughter. The one growing after filling its mouth with juice. Sandi had indeed bitten off more than she could chew. One or the other of the presents would have been dynamite. Both together were threatening her sanity. The ticklers were more expert than any Sandi had ever dealt with. Their need for her laughter made them slow the tickling when Sandi ran short of breath. The Debbie doll knew that keeping Sandi on the edge of orgasm would keep her juicy forever. Time crawled to a halt. Sandi was in heaven at the hands of her tormentors.
The tickling and licking continued.
The dolls grew slowly but soon enough they were full size. The Debbie doll was an exact duplicate of Sandi’s real friend and she was doing things that Sandi had always wished. Sandi was beyond insanity. The dolls had taken her where she’d always wanted and it was as incredible as she’d fantasized. Their fingers and feathers found dark places that were screamingly ticklish. Debbie doll’s tongue seemed to coax more liquid from Sandi than she’d known was possible.
Sandi’s psyche knew when she reached the edge. Her bladder was raging hot and her muscles were exhausted from holding it in. Her clitoris was on fire and Debbie doll’s tongue kept swishing around the button without mercy. Pee and orgasm were on the same page. Both would go in a second. They had to. Sandi’s mind and body were feeling pleasure no human was meant to take. But the dolls kept going. As if Sandi were just another doll.
Sandi wasn’t one. Her consciousness was faltering. Her vision was blurry with tears and beginning to fade in and out.
The dolls dropped their feathers. They used wickedly designed fingers to finish their task. The change was too much. Sandi felt the swell begin as tickling touches forced her body to finish. The Debbie doll jammed her fingers deep into Sandi’s cave and sucked her clitoris into its delicate teasing mouth. Sandi sucked in air and screamed so powerfully that her vision went dark. Wave after wave of orgasm pounded into the helpless woman. Sandi’s bladder burst as the first wave hit. Pee and juices blended in that awesome spectacle. The pleasure was indeed what she’d asked for. Santa had come through for her one more year.
Sandi finished exploding as she felt the tickling touches fade into nothing. She threw her eyes open and yanked her limbs with amazing strength. She squeezed into a ball, her arms and legs free, as the last bit of explosion shuddered through her.
She lay in the fetal position for only a moment. She sat up and looked around her, almost crazy with longing. The dolls lay strewn over the playroom floor. The feathers were scattered everywhere. The dolls were back to original size. The Debbie doll was sticky with Sandi’s juices and pee.
Sandi shuddered as her mind rewound and replayed the pleasure. She cleaned the dolls carefully and repacked them lovingly. Sandi took great care of her toys.
A tiny thought crept into her mind and wouldn’t go away.
“Debbie, would love the six…but could she handle a session with the one.”
Sandi smiled evilly as she put the dolls on a high shelf and walked back into the house.
