Amy woke up with a start. The room looked normal. There was no milky oatmeal/old dog smell. She sat there on the bed for a minute trying to fathom what had happened. “Whoa. What a crazy dream. What a nightmare to be helpless and tickle tortured. I hope I don’t have any more of those!” ...she lied to herself and knew it. Amy looked over the side of the bed. There was nothing there. She tried the other side. Still nothing. She lay on her belly, her feet in the air and carefully leaned over the side of the bed to look underneath it. There was nothing. She could see clean through to the daylight on the other side of the bed. She must have dreamed it. No two ways about it. She had no idea she had such a vivid imagination. She sat back upright and looked at her big soft feet. She wondered for a minute if she had actually had an orgasm in the dream. She knew she had secretly always wanted to have her feet tickled and played with and the thought of it really turned her on but she had always been ashamed of it and buried it to some extent and never fully admitted to herself that she had a foot or tickle fetish. There was less room to deny it now though.
Amy swung her legs over the side of the bed, paused there again for just a minute, then stood up and padded over to the bathroom door, passing the laundry hamper and glancing inside. She walked on and stopped. She walked back and looked in again. Her socks weren’t there. She was sure she had thrown them in the laundry hamper last night. Ah well. They must be here somewhere. She continued into the bathroom and got herself ready and dressed in some comfortable slacks and an old baggy tee shirt. She did not bother to try to plait her unruly frizzy blonde hair.
The day proved uneventful. Amy had breakfast and then started to unpack her stuff, struggling to align the heavy furniture just as she wanted it. She worked all day to get the house in order before giving up, tired and assembling the TV and DVD and watching a bad girly film for a break. It was just going dark when she had finished getting her living room together to a semblance of usefulness and she flopped down on her couch to watch Jennifer Aniston in some dreadful vacant RomCom. She would continue unpacking after a film break and a hot chocolate. She slipped her slippers off, wriggled her toes and settled in.
Amy awoke with a start again. The DVD had finished some time ago and was now on its repeating 30 second cycle. She had had a vague dream about something going near her feet and she had to keep pulling them away but it was nothing compared to the lucidity of last night. They never actually got tickled. And there were certainly no orgasms. Amy was a little disappointed. She looked at the time. 23.16. Not really worth carrying on. She switched off the TV, slid her slippers back on and retired back upstairs to bed. She walked into the bedroom, slipped off her slippers by the bed and walked over and drew the curtains. Then she noticed that curious smell from her dream again. Then she thought she heard something behind her... coming from under the bed... Amy froze. Then she slowly turned around and looked down at the foot of the bed. To her astonishment there was a large fuzzy whiskered face leaning on two fuzzy arms, smiling back up at her. It looked rather amusing, not unlike a muppet or Sesame Street character with large friendly eyes set in a bright pink face with long whiskers and fuzzy brown fur at its edges. It had a small nose with wide nostrils and a huge wide smiling mouth with big fleshy lips. It was drumming the fingers of one pink hand gently on the carpeted floor and it also seemed to be drumming at least 8 tentacle tips on the upper surface of the bed behind it.
“Hello Prettyfeets.” It said.
Amy was speechless.
“AH...”
It licked its upper lip from one side to the other.
“AH...” again was all Amy could manage.
“How do you want your feetsies tickled tonight Prettyfeets?”
I’m hallucinating! She thought to herself.
“Aaaah...”
There was a pause while it continued smiling at her and awaiting her response.
Amy bolted for the door but she wasn’t quick enough. The four tentacles on that side of the bed leaped outwards and grabbed Amy’s wrists and ankles with pinpoint precision and she was quickly but gently deposited on the bed. It released her and drew its full form out from under the bed so that Amy could now see it. It had a large pink faced head on a large round brown furred torso with a bald pink pot belly. It had two strong looking brown furred arms ending in pink fleshy hands. Where its legs should have been was a mass of thick brown fur and eight long furry tentacles extending outwards. Amy had to admit it was actually quite cute in a totally bizarre kind of way but there was no way it could possibly fit under the bed as big as it was. She considered the geometric impossibilities for a second before snapping back to reality. It was now poised over her on four of the muscular tentacles with a hugely entertained open mouthed smile on its face as if they were playing a game. It was also holding something. Amy’s socks, un-balled now. It raised them to its face and took a long sniff.
“Wha... what are you?” She stammered.
“Feets tickle monster. Silly.” It asserted confidently in its childish lisping voice. Amy noticed its large tongue covered in little nubs and bumps. It was practically drooling on her.
“Oooh, ok... of course. Aaaand... what are you doing in my bedroom?”
“Prettyfeets asked for tickles for her pretty feetsies and toesies.”
“What? I didn’t ask for anything... What?”
It chuckled to itself.
“Silly prettyfeets. Pretty didn’t ask with words, but when pretty feetsies need tickles, we hears and we comes. We friends now prettyfeets.”
With that the creature turned around and the four free tentacles lunged for her limbs again, two winding around her wrists and pulling her arms out to the sides of the bed, a third wrapping around her ankles and holding them tightly together and the 4th slid its way between her big toes again so that Amy’s feet could not move independently of each other.
“No no no NO NO NOOOO NOOOOAHAHAHAAA!!! STOOOOHOHOOOP!!!” She cried as the 4th tentacle tightened around her big toes.
“Yes, yes, aaaaarg, stop, Laugh-laugh giggly-giggly. All part of the game prettyfeets.”
It rolled the legs of her slacks up to mid calf with its hands and nuzzled its whiskery face, this time into the tops of Amy’s protesting feet, and gave a long appreciative inhale of the sweet smell of her perfect size 10’s. Amy was grinning ear to ear, fighting to keep the giggles in with her eyes clamped shut. Then it reached over and began gently tickling her heels and working its way up, just as it had the previous night. Amy shook and twitched and whimpered as the fingers tickled her heels and burst into fits of giggles as they reached her arches. The beast looked back over its shoulder to address her.
“See Prettyfeets? Is what you asked for. Prettyfeets needs to have her feet tickled. We have lots of tickly fun now. I likes my new home under pretty feet’s bed. Bedtime tickly fun every night.”
“AAAHAHAHAA!!! HEHEHEHEHEEEE!!! NO! PLEASE!! HEHEHEHEEE!!” Said Amy in gasps and broken up peals of embarrassed giggling. Amy’s cheeks were flushed bright red and she felt like she might burst from the effort of struggling. How could this be real? An actual tickle monster under the bed? Really?! And how could she be this ticklish? How had she not known how ticklish her feet were? And how could it be so... GOOD! Amy suddenly realised she was having the time of her life. She was in a frenzied panic to get free and make the tickling sensations on her poor tormented feet stop at any cost but at the same time, she didn’t really want it to stop. Maybe she had asked for this...
The beast continued to tickle Amy’s big soft soles for what seemed like an age, Amy struggling as much as her quickly exhausted frame could manage. Its fingers found their way to her wiggling toes again. It extended its face down to tickle her toes with the bristly fur of its chin and its whiskers while tickling the soft flesh underneath her toes with its dextrous finger tips.
Amy laughed just as much as she could not keep in, and no more. Every squeak and squeal and giggle that escaped her mouth was an incriminating piece of evidence against her, proof that she was secretly super ticklish on her feet. She was overcome with embarrassment that the ticklishness of her feet was being discovered and explored, but there was absolutely nothing she could do about it and despite herself she loved every minute of it.
The creature changed its tactics. Amy felt herself lifted easily off the bed, rolled over in the air and gently plopped back down on her belly. Amy remained silent, wondering what torment would be next. The beast pulled her legs up, bent at the knees, and her wrists back to meet them and inter-wound a single tentacle around all four struggling limbs in a makeshift hogtie. This left it with fully seven fuzzy furred tentacles to tickle her upturned soles with. It folded its arms and began gently stroking her flapping feet, at first with the bald tips of its tentacles. It then began sliding them along to tickle her feet, tops and soles with the bristly fur and the little protrusions along the undersides of the tentacles. Amy was beside herself again, very wet between her legs by now and still trying to struggle and hold in the fits of uncontrollable giggling even though she had no idea why she was even bothering.
“Mmmmhmhmhm. Tickly toesies tickly toesies tickly toesies, tra-lala-lala. Prettyfeets has very pretty feet for tickling. Pretty feets is my favourite so far.”
“My... heheee... name... heeeheheheee... is AMEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEE... not... Prettyfeets!! HEEEHEHEHEHEEAAAHAHAA... NOOHOHOOO... PLEHEHEEASE... EEEEEEEEEEEK!!” She squealed with as much breath as she could muster.
“OK prettyfeets. Ameeeeeee. I calls prettyfeets Ameeeeeee now.” It tickled her for a few more minutes and then stopped and leered around to check that she was enjoying herself. It could tell that she was. She giggled to a breathless standstill and lay there panting. She had been close to orgasm again purely from clamping her thighs together and straining against the maddening tentacles.
“Ameeeeeee is fun to tickle. Has pretty feets and pretty giggles.” It said.
“Amy. My name is Amy, not Ameeeeeee.”
“Ok. Amy. Amy’s feet smell tasty. Does they taste tasty I wonders? ”
Amy’s eyes widened. Oh my god... No... Surely not...
The beast turned back around and lowered its face to her feet for a whiskery wet nosed sniff again. Amy’s feet twitched away and she squirmed as its cold nose touched her warm soles. Then she felt its lips close around the whole top of her right foot, she felt her super sensitive toes slide into its warm wet slobbery mouth and its nubby raspy tongue started to probe them. It tickled her like crazy but also felt soooo wonderful, she couldn’t describe it. It was so weird and kinda disgusting, certainly unhygienic and a tiny corner of her mind was grossed out, but the rest didn’t care and just wanted to surrender to this new sensation. The creature was making loud slurpy sucking and lip smacking noises and grunting little satisfied grunts to itself. Amy was at a loss. She was unable to keep herself from laughing and giggling but also gasping and moaning more than a little. Her eyes had widened with a look of astonishment just as her toes had slid into its mouth and then she closed her eyes and trilled a strange little high pitched noise before the giggles and the gasps of pleasure started to compete with each other for her brain processing power. The creature loved to hear her sweet noises and, encouraged, it demonstrated that it could easily fit her whole foot into its mouth. Its lips reached her ankles as her sole slid along the tickly bumps and nubs of its huge and constantly moving tongue, further inside its mouth. Amy was in turmoil between the fear of what felt a little like being eaten alive starting with her feet, the pleasure of the sensation, and how much it tickled. The result was a beautiful mixture of whimpers and high pitched squeaks and giggles. The beast sucked Amy’s whole foot like a lollipop for a minute or so, working its tongue over her helpless sole to extract as many giggles as possible and then it retracted and Amy felt cold air as her wet foot emerged from the creature’s mouth coated with thick oozy saliva. It licked the thickest off her sole slightly apologetically and she squeaked involuntarily again. Amy lay there, still on her belly, unable to see anything but pillow, and still held tightly with hands and feet behind her in a hogtie. She gained her breath back and wiggled her slimy toes in the air for a few seconds, trying to keep the other dry foot from touching her wet one. Then the creature, judging she’d had long enough to rest, opened wide and glomped its mouth over both of Amy’s feet and began sucking them with renewed enthusiasm.
“OOOOOOOOHHHH MY GOD!!! OOHOOHOHOHOOHOOO!!” Amy yelled out in surprise and burst into giggles once more. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. The creature grasped both her legs around her perfect porcelain calves with its hands and it tightened its tentacle grip on her body and just kept slurping away. Amy’s breathing became harder and the giggles gave way to squeaks of urgent pleasure and moans until she emitted a serries of closed mouth high pitched whimpers and convulsed into another series of orgasms with her helpless soft lily white feet lost in warm gooey tickles.
Amy swung her legs over the side of the bed, paused there again for just a minute, then stood up and padded over to the bathroom door, passing the laundry hamper and glancing inside. She walked on and stopped. She walked back and looked in again. Her socks weren’t there. She was sure she had thrown them in the laundry hamper last night. Ah well. They must be here somewhere. She continued into the bathroom and got herself ready and dressed in some comfortable slacks and an old baggy tee shirt. She did not bother to try to plait her unruly frizzy blonde hair.
The day proved uneventful. Amy had breakfast and then started to unpack her stuff, struggling to align the heavy furniture just as she wanted it. She worked all day to get the house in order before giving up, tired and assembling the TV and DVD and watching a bad girly film for a break. It was just going dark when she had finished getting her living room together to a semblance of usefulness and she flopped down on her couch to watch Jennifer Aniston in some dreadful vacant RomCom. She would continue unpacking after a film break and a hot chocolate. She slipped her slippers off, wriggled her toes and settled in.
Amy awoke with a start again. The DVD had finished some time ago and was now on its repeating 30 second cycle. She had had a vague dream about something going near her feet and she had to keep pulling them away but it was nothing compared to the lucidity of last night. They never actually got tickled. And there were certainly no orgasms. Amy was a little disappointed. She looked at the time. 23.16. Not really worth carrying on. She switched off the TV, slid her slippers back on and retired back upstairs to bed. She walked into the bedroom, slipped off her slippers by the bed and walked over and drew the curtains. Then she noticed that curious smell from her dream again. Then she thought she heard something behind her... coming from under the bed... Amy froze. Then she slowly turned around and looked down at the foot of the bed. To her astonishment there was a large fuzzy whiskered face leaning on two fuzzy arms, smiling back up at her. It looked rather amusing, not unlike a muppet or Sesame Street character with large friendly eyes set in a bright pink face with long whiskers and fuzzy brown fur at its edges. It had a small nose with wide nostrils and a huge wide smiling mouth with big fleshy lips. It was drumming the fingers of one pink hand gently on the carpeted floor and it also seemed to be drumming at least 8 tentacle tips on the upper surface of the bed behind it.
“Hello Prettyfeets.” It said.
Amy was speechless.
“AH...”
It licked its upper lip from one side to the other.
“AH...” again was all Amy could manage.
“How do you want your feetsies tickled tonight Prettyfeets?”
I’m hallucinating! She thought to herself.
“Aaaah...”
There was a pause while it continued smiling at her and awaiting her response.
Amy bolted for the door but she wasn’t quick enough. The four tentacles on that side of the bed leaped outwards and grabbed Amy’s wrists and ankles with pinpoint precision and she was quickly but gently deposited on the bed. It released her and drew its full form out from under the bed so that Amy could now see it. It had a large pink faced head on a large round brown furred torso with a bald pink pot belly. It had two strong looking brown furred arms ending in pink fleshy hands. Where its legs should have been was a mass of thick brown fur and eight long furry tentacles extending outwards. Amy had to admit it was actually quite cute in a totally bizarre kind of way but there was no way it could possibly fit under the bed as big as it was. She considered the geometric impossibilities for a second before snapping back to reality. It was now poised over her on four of the muscular tentacles with a hugely entertained open mouthed smile on its face as if they were playing a game. It was also holding something. Amy’s socks, un-balled now. It raised them to its face and took a long sniff.
“Wha... what are you?” She stammered.
“Feets tickle monster. Silly.” It asserted confidently in its childish lisping voice. Amy noticed its large tongue covered in little nubs and bumps. It was practically drooling on her.
“Oooh, ok... of course. Aaaand... what are you doing in my bedroom?”
“Prettyfeets asked for tickles for her pretty feetsies and toesies.”
“What? I didn’t ask for anything... What?”
It chuckled to itself.
“Silly prettyfeets. Pretty didn’t ask with words, but when pretty feetsies need tickles, we hears and we comes. We friends now prettyfeets.”
With that the creature turned around and the four free tentacles lunged for her limbs again, two winding around her wrists and pulling her arms out to the sides of the bed, a third wrapping around her ankles and holding them tightly together and the 4th slid its way between her big toes again so that Amy’s feet could not move independently of each other.
“No no no NO NO NOOOO NOOOOAHAHAHAAA!!! STOOOOHOHOOOP!!!” She cried as the 4th tentacle tightened around her big toes.
“Yes, yes, aaaaarg, stop, Laugh-laugh giggly-giggly. All part of the game prettyfeets.”
It rolled the legs of her slacks up to mid calf with its hands and nuzzled its whiskery face, this time into the tops of Amy’s protesting feet, and gave a long appreciative inhale of the sweet smell of her perfect size 10’s. Amy was grinning ear to ear, fighting to keep the giggles in with her eyes clamped shut. Then it reached over and began gently tickling her heels and working its way up, just as it had the previous night. Amy shook and twitched and whimpered as the fingers tickled her heels and burst into fits of giggles as they reached her arches. The beast looked back over its shoulder to address her.
“See Prettyfeets? Is what you asked for. Prettyfeets needs to have her feet tickled. We have lots of tickly fun now. I likes my new home under pretty feet’s bed. Bedtime tickly fun every night.”
“AAAHAHAHAA!!! HEHEHEHEHEEEE!!! NO! PLEASE!! HEHEHEHEEE!!” Said Amy in gasps and broken up peals of embarrassed giggling. Amy’s cheeks were flushed bright red and she felt like she might burst from the effort of struggling. How could this be real? An actual tickle monster under the bed? Really?! And how could she be this ticklish? How had she not known how ticklish her feet were? And how could it be so... GOOD! Amy suddenly realised she was having the time of her life. She was in a frenzied panic to get free and make the tickling sensations on her poor tormented feet stop at any cost but at the same time, she didn’t really want it to stop. Maybe she had asked for this...
The beast continued to tickle Amy’s big soft soles for what seemed like an age, Amy struggling as much as her quickly exhausted frame could manage. Its fingers found their way to her wiggling toes again. It extended its face down to tickle her toes with the bristly fur of its chin and its whiskers while tickling the soft flesh underneath her toes with its dextrous finger tips.
Amy laughed just as much as she could not keep in, and no more. Every squeak and squeal and giggle that escaped her mouth was an incriminating piece of evidence against her, proof that she was secretly super ticklish on her feet. She was overcome with embarrassment that the ticklishness of her feet was being discovered and explored, but there was absolutely nothing she could do about it and despite herself she loved every minute of it.
The creature changed its tactics. Amy felt herself lifted easily off the bed, rolled over in the air and gently plopped back down on her belly. Amy remained silent, wondering what torment would be next. The beast pulled her legs up, bent at the knees, and her wrists back to meet them and inter-wound a single tentacle around all four struggling limbs in a makeshift hogtie. This left it with fully seven fuzzy furred tentacles to tickle her upturned soles with. It folded its arms and began gently stroking her flapping feet, at first with the bald tips of its tentacles. It then began sliding them along to tickle her feet, tops and soles with the bristly fur and the little protrusions along the undersides of the tentacles. Amy was beside herself again, very wet between her legs by now and still trying to struggle and hold in the fits of uncontrollable giggling even though she had no idea why she was even bothering.
“Mmmmhmhmhm. Tickly toesies tickly toesies tickly toesies, tra-lala-lala. Prettyfeets has very pretty feet for tickling. Pretty feets is my favourite so far.”
“My... heheee... name... heeeheheheee... is AMEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEE... not... Prettyfeets!! HEEEHEHEHEHEEAAAHAHAA... NOOHOHOOO... PLEHEHEEASE... EEEEEEEEEEEK!!” She squealed with as much breath as she could muster.
“OK prettyfeets. Ameeeeeee. I calls prettyfeets Ameeeeeee now.” It tickled her for a few more minutes and then stopped and leered around to check that she was enjoying herself. It could tell that she was. She giggled to a breathless standstill and lay there panting. She had been close to orgasm again purely from clamping her thighs together and straining against the maddening tentacles.
“Ameeeeeee is fun to tickle. Has pretty feets and pretty giggles.” It said.
“Amy. My name is Amy, not Ameeeeeee.”
“Ok. Amy. Amy’s feet smell tasty. Does they taste tasty I wonders? ”
Amy’s eyes widened. Oh my god... No... Surely not...
The beast turned back around and lowered its face to her feet for a whiskery wet nosed sniff again. Amy’s feet twitched away and she squirmed as its cold nose touched her warm soles. Then she felt its lips close around the whole top of her right foot, she felt her super sensitive toes slide into its warm wet slobbery mouth and its nubby raspy tongue started to probe them. It tickled her like crazy but also felt soooo wonderful, she couldn’t describe it. It was so weird and kinda disgusting, certainly unhygienic and a tiny corner of her mind was grossed out, but the rest didn’t care and just wanted to surrender to this new sensation. The creature was making loud slurpy sucking and lip smacking noises and grunting little satisfied grunts to itself. Amy was at a loss. She was unable to keep herself from laughing and giggling but also gasping and moaning more than a little. Her eyes had widened with a look of astonishment just as her toes had slid into its mouth and then she closed her eyes and trilled a strange little high pitched noise before the giggles and the gasps of pleasure started to compete with each other for her brain processing power. The creature loved to hear her sweet noises and, encouraged, it demonstrated that it could easily fit her whole foot into its mouth. Its lips reached her ankles as her sole slid along the tickly bumps and nubs of its huge and constantly moving tongue, further inside its mouth. Amy was in turmoil between the fear of what felt a little like being eaten alive starting with her feet, the pleasure of the sensation, and how much it tickled. The result was a beautiful mixture of whimpers and high pitched squeaks and giggles. The beast sucked Amy’s whole foot like a lollipop for a minute or so, working its tongue over her helpless sole to extract as many giggles as possible and then it retracted and Amy felt cold air as her wet foot emerged from the creature’s mouth coated with thick oozy saliva. It licked the thickest off her sole slightly apologetically and she squeaked involuntarily again. Amy lay there, still on her belly, unable to see anything but pillow, and still held tightly with hands and feet behind her in a hogtie. She gained her breath back and wiggled her slimy toes in the air for a few seconds, trying to keep the other dry foot from touching her wet one. Then the creature, judging she’d had long enough to rest, opened wide and glomped its mouth over both of Amy’s feet and began sucking them with renewed enthusiasm.
“OOOOOOOOHHHH MY GOD!!! OOHOOHOHOHOOHOOO!!” Amy yelled out in surprise and burst into giggles once more. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. The creature grasped both her legs around her perfect porcelain calves with its hands and it tightened its tentacle grip on her body and just kept slurping away. Amy’s breathing became harder and the giggles gave way to squeaks of urgent pleasure and moans until she emitted a serries of closed mouth high pitched whimpers and convulsed into another series of orgasms with her helpless soft lily white feet lost in warm gooey tickles.
