BaneDaemon
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Hi. New member just poppin' in. Excuse me for not fully introducing myself today, but here's a story I just typed up:
*Note: This story is off the top of my mind. If it seems similar to any existing stories, I apologise.
The Doctor’s Experiment
Dr. Hoggid was a well-respected doctor of a successful hospital firm in the outskirts of the city. 35 years old and with a Master’s Degree, he knew he had the potential to go even further.
However, no one knew he had a secret tickle fetish, and that he exploited this fetish during women’s appointments. Every time an attractive woman entered the office for a check-up, he would take it upon himself to try and ‘accidentally’ tickle these women any chance he got, usually by poking them in the stomach or stroking their feet while examining them.
Over the past few months during his extra hours at the laboratory of the hospital, he had been secretly concocting a special formula which made women’s feet grow to more than 4x their normal size.
On a Monday morning, he decided it was at its Beta stage, and ready to be tested. Exiting the laboratory, he called out “Next, please!” and strolled to his office.
When he’d sat down on his chair, another attractive blonde had entered his office. Her name was Dana Ternar, a 20 year old student in a local University, studying Anatomy.
“Ah yes, Ms. Ternar. Take a seat, take a seat. Now, you’re here just for a check-up, are you?” She nodded. “Well, let’s get started, shall we?”
Starting his regular routine, he looked in her ears, checked her tongue, her eyes, but when he got to the stomach, he ‘accidentally’ poked her, and she giggled.
“Oh sorry, did that tickle? Excuse me.” He’d perfected the art of faking surprise after a few good years at the hospital.
“Now, I’ll just examine your feet.” With that, Dana fidgeted.
“Sorr-Sorry Doctor, I’m just too ticklish on my feet,” she admitted. Dr. Hoggid grew a smile under his bushy moustache, which she didn’t see.
“Now, now, I’ll just do a routine stroking to make sure the skin’s not cracked or too rough,” he tried to assure her. This didn’t necessarily work, but Dana decided to trust him and take off her shoes, revealing size 6 feet. ‘Rather cute,’ Hoggid thought, then took her left foot, and lightly stroked it on the soles, causing Dana to giggle uncontrollably. A few more strokes to make sure everything was in order (causing Dana to giggle even more), and he moved on to the other foot.
“Oh, no, Doctor. Please not that foot! I couldn’t stand it!”
“Oh, don’t worry Ms. Ternar. It won’t hurt,” he reassured her again. Indeed it didn’t, because it caused Dana to laugh wildly (Although, since the office was constructed to be sound proof, no one outside noticed). 16 strokes later, he let go, Dana put on her shoes, and Hoggid treated her to a glass of water – and added a few drops of the formula to it.
She said goodbye and left; although a funny tingling was coming from her feet (she assured herself that it was because of the stroking).
Hoggid sighed, and lifted out from under his desk a set of stocks.
“Soon, my pretty,” he said soothingly to it. “Your moment of glory will come soon.”
With that, he left his office to announce that the next patient could come in – a gorgeous redhead, and Hoggid eagerly escorted her to his office for a ‘routine check-up’
Over the next few days, Dana’s tingling had worsened to painful strains in her feet. She also had trouble fitting her feet into her shoes, as they had mysteriously grown two sizes.
Two weeks after the first appointment, she visited the hospital again. Hoggid recognised her, glanced at her now size 10 feet, and greeted her into his office.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Doctor,” she said worryingly. She agonizingly pulled off her shoes and revealed her massive feet. Hoggid nodded slowly, and then took her right one in his hand again. Dana squealed, but stayed still as he began to ‘examine’ it. A few plenty strokes later, he figured everything was in order, and pressed a blue button on the wall behind his desk.
In a flash, the doors of his office locked tight, and he pulled out his stocks. Dana screamed shrilly but of course, no one else could hear it. She desperately ran around the room, made difficulty by her size 10 feet (Which had now stopped growing). Hoggid easily captured her and placed her feet into the stocks.
“Please, Doctor! Not my feet! I beg you!” she pleaded. The undeterred doctor brought out two long eagle feathers, gleaming. Dana struggled with all her might, but her feet would never come out of the stocks, and now two mechanical hands had pinned her arms over her head.
“Now, now, this is… just a torture session!” he declared evilly, and applied the feathers to her feet. The effect was instant: She began laughing insanely and twisting about, even though her efforts were useless. As he was floating the feathers on her feet, more mechanical hands had sprung from the walls and were torturing Dana’s underarms.
She screamed, struggled and laughed desperately, but nothing stopped the torment being placed upon her, as he nerves were being set on fire. Hoggid now had 12 feathers on the huge soles of her feet, and more than 6 hands were poking, prodding and stroking her underarms, sides and stomach.
Just as Dana was about to pass out, the Doctor pressed a green button next to the blue button on the wall, the hands let go, and Hoggid drew back the feathers. Dana was a sweating, giggling and exhausted mess.
When she’d regained her composure, she glanced down at her legs, and saw that her feet were still in the stocks. She stared nervously at Hoggid.
“Wha-What are you going to do to me?” she asked timidly. Hoggid’s smile grew two sizes that day (Cough).
“You’re going to join my other experiments,” he replied eagerly.
With that, he pressed yet another button (a red one), and a table sprang below Dana, strapping her tight against it. Suddenly, she disappeared through the floor along a series of passageways to a secret factory behind the laboratory (It was hidden by a fake freezer with a sign reading ‘Non-alcoholic beer’ [Yes, I know I’ve copied it from the Simpsons]).
The factory was filled to the brim with girls from 18 years old to 30 years old. They were being tortured to the max on their feet with everything imaginable: Toothbrushes, feathers, dogs’ tongues, you name it.
There, she was queued up beside a hot and flustered 18 year old High School student named Lina. She had just received a full 30-minute session of immense foot, ribs and underarm tickling (And, Dana noticed, her feet were a strange size 11).
“Huff… puff… *giggle*… I see… he got you too…” Lina observed, after regaining her breath.
“… how long do you think he’s keeping us here?” Dana asked, although she feared the answer.
“… huff… all I… know is that… the last person to perish was… 40 years old…” Lina replied breathlessly and slightly sobbing. Dana gulped, as hands, feathers and Q-Tips approached her. Lina gave out an almighty shriek as her ultra-ticklish feet were treated to dogs licking it, feathers, hands, brushes, tickling sticks and Q-Tips.
Hoggid heard the shriek from beneath his office, smiled smugly, and then called out from outside his office: “Next please!”
The End…
Sorry it's not too detailed in the tickling, but if I make a next story, I'll make it up to you then.
'til the Earth rotates around the sun again,
Bane Daemon
*Note: This story is off the top of my mind. If it seems similar to any existing stories, I apologise.
The Doctor’s Experiment
Dr. Hoggid was a well-respected doctor of a successful hospital firm in the outskirts of the city. 35 years old and with a Master’s Degree, he knew he had the potential to go even further.
However, no one knew he had a secret tickle fetish, and that he exploited this fetish during women’s appointments. Every time an attractive woman entered the office for a check-up, he would take it upon himself to try and ‘accidentally’ tickle these women any chance he got, usually by poking them in the stomach or stroking their feet while examining them.
Over the past few months during his extra hours at the laboratory of the hospital, he had been secretly concocting a special formula which made women’s feet grow to more than 4x their normal size.
On a Monday morning, he decided it was at its Beta stage, and ready to be tested. Exiting the laboratory, he called out “Next, please!” and strolled to his office.
When he’d sat down on his chair, another attractive blonde had entered his office. Her name was Dana Ternar, a 20 year old student in a local University, studying Anatomy.
“Ah yes, Ms. Ternar. Take a seat, take a seat. Now, you’re here just for a check-up, are you?” She nodded. “Well, let’s get started, shall we?”
Starting his regular routine, he looked in her ears, checked her tongue, her eyes, but when he got to the stomach, he ‘accidentally’ poked her, and she giggled.
“Oh sorry, did that tickle? Excuse me.” He’d perfected the art of faking surprise after a few good years at the hospital.
“Now, I’ll just examine your feet.” With that, Dana fidgeted.
“Sorr-Sorry Doctor, I’m just too ticklish on my feet,” she admitted. Dr. Hoggid grew a smile under his bushy moustache, which she didn’t see.
“Now, now, I’ll just do a routine stroking to make sure the skin’s not cracked or too rough,” he tried to assure her. This didn’t necessarily work, but Dana decided to trust him and take off her shoes, revealing size 6 feet. ‘Rather cute,’ Hoggid thought, then took her left foot, and lightly stroked it on the soles, causing Dana to giggle uncontrollably. A few more strokes to make sure everything was in order (causing Dana to giggle even more), and he moved on to the other foot.
“Oh, no, Doctor. Please not that foot! I couldn’t stand it!”
“Oh, don’t worry Ms. Ternar. It won’t hurt,” he reassured her again. Indeed it didn’t, because it caused Dana to laugh wildly (Although, since the office was constructed to be sound proof, no one outside noticed). 16 strokes later, he let go, Dana put on her shoes, and Hoggid treated her to a glass of water – and added a few drops of the formula to it.
She said goodbye and left; although a funny tingling was coming from her feet (she assured herself that it was because of the stroking).
Hoggid sighed, and lifted out from under his desk a set of stocks.
“Soon, my pretty,” he said soothingly to it. “Your moment of glory will come soon.”
With that, he left his office to announce that the next patient could come in – a gorgeous redhead, and Hoggid eagerly escorted her to his office for a ‘routine check-up’
Over the next few days, Dana’s tingling had worsened to painful strains in her feet. She also had trouble fitting her feet into her shoes, as they had mysteriously grown two sizes.
Two weeks after the first appointment, she visited the hospital again. Hoggid recognised her, glanced at her now size 10 feet, and greeted her into his office.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Doctor,” she said worryingly. She agonizingly pulled off her shoes and revealed her massive feet. Hoggid nodded slowly, and then took her right one in his hand again. Dana squealed, but stayed still as he began to ‘examine’ it. A few plenty strokes later, he figured everything was in order, and pressed a blue button on the wall behind his desk.
In a flash, the doors of his office locked tight, and he pulled out his stocks. Dana screamed shrilly but of course, no one else could hear it. She desperately ran around the room, made difficulty by her size 10 feet (Which had now stopped growing). Hoggid easily captured her and placed her feet into the stocks.
“Please, Doctor! Not my feet! I beg you!” she pleaded. The undeterred doctor brought out two long eagle feathers, gleaming. Dana struggled with all her might, but her feet would never come out of the stocks, and now two mechanical hands had pinned her arms over her head.
“Now, now, this is… just a torture session!” he declared evilly, and applied the feathers to her feet. The effect was instant: She began laughing insanely and twisting about, even though her efforts were useless. As he was floating the feathers on her feet, more mechanical hands had sprung from the walls and were torturing Dana’s underarms.
She screamed, struggled and laughed desperately, but nothing stopped the torment being placed upon her, as he nerves were being set on fire. Hoggid now had 12 feathers on the huge soles of her feet, and more than 6 hands were poking, prodding and stroking her underarms, sides and stomach.
Just as Dana was about to pass out, the Doctor pressed a green button next to the blue button on the wall, the hands let go, and Hoggid drew back the feathers. Dana was a sweating, giggling and exhausted mess.
When she’d regained her composure, she glanced down at her legs, and saw that her feet were still in the stocks. She stared nervously at Hoggid.
“Wha-What are you going to do to me?” she asked timidly. Hoggid’s smile grew two sizes that day (Cough).
“You’re going to join my other experiments,” he replied eagerly.
With that, he pressed yet another button (a red one), and a table sprang below Dana, strapping her tight against it. Suddenly, she disappeared through the floor along a series of passageways to a secret factory behind the laboratory (It was hidden by a fake freezer with a sign reading ‘Non-alcoholic beer’ [Yes, I know I’ve copied it from the Simpsons]).
The factory was filled to the brim with girls from 18 years old to 30 years old. They were being tortured to the max on their feet with everything imaginable: Toothbrushes, feathers, dogs’ tongues, you name it.
There, she was queued up beside a hot and flustered 18 year old High School student named Lina. She had just received a full 30-minute session of immense foot, ribs and underarm tickling (And, Dana noticed, her feet were a strange size 11).
“Huff… puff… *giggle*… I see… he got you too…” Lina observed, after regaining her breath.
“… how long do you think he’s keeping us here?” Dana asked, although she feared the answer.
“… huff… all I… know is that… the last person to perish was… 40 years old…” Lina replied breathlessly and slightly sobbing. Dana gulped, as hands, feathers and Q-Tips approached her. Lina gave out an almighty shriek as her ultra-ticklish feet were treated to dogs licking it, feathers, hands, brushes, tickling sticks and Q-Tips.
Hoggid heard the shriek from beneath his office, smiled smugly, and then called out from outside his office: “Next please!”
The End…
Sorry it's not too detailed in the tickling, but if I make a next story, I'll make it up to you then.
'til the Earth rotates around the sun again,
Bane Daemon
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