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Rob got his arms under Michelle’s and tried lifting her up. “Shelly, Maria, grab her legs and let’s get her on the table!” Michelle twisted and fought. “NO! NO! Let me go!”
The two girls grabbed Michelle’s thighs. “She’s too heavy!” Michelle might have normally weighed 150lbs, if she had normal breasts. But the two of them put her at 250. She wasn’t fat, she was just too big up top. “YOU’RE NOT GETTING ME ON THE TABLE!”
“OH YES WE ARE! DRAG HER ROB!” Maria shouted. And so he did. They dragged her flailing and screaming, and managed to get Michelle upright enough to force her onto the table. She felt them lock her ankles onto the table. There were a few things Michelle would never do. One was get on a trampoline. Another was go upside-down on an inversion board. She only felt trapped and panicked, knowing she was going to be tickled horribly in a very helpless and compromised position.
She begged and started to cry. “Please! Please don’t do this to me. Can’t you imagine how awful this is for me? Can’t…NO!”
“Ready to go upside-down Michelle,” Maria teased. And with that, Michelle was inverted. For a second, it felt good. The weight of her breasts caused every vertebrae to pop. Then she realized her own breasts were pushing into and over her face, making it hard to breathe. She wrapped her arms over the tops of her breasts and pushed them away from her face. Due to their shear girth, her arms went wide – leaving her armpits exposed.
“NO! NO! I CAN’T BREATHE LIKE THIS!”
“Where do you want to start Maria?”
“Well, her feet are locked in, but what about her belly?” Shelly dragged a finger across Michelle’s belly.
Michelle could remember some of the worst tickle sessions in her life. She knew this would be the worst. As she struggled to keep her breasts out of her face, she knew her belly was exposed, her ribs, her armpits. She knew her feet were locked in. She knew the bottoms of her breasts would be targets, and that the sides of her boobs were spilling out of her sports bra. She felt a finger, just one finger, drag up and down across her belly.
“HAHAHHHA! OHHONO! HAHAHA! OH STOP HAHAHA!” Michelle tried to twist away but it was useless. All 3 of her tormentors were surprised. Michelle reflexively wanted to protect her belly, but couldn’t take her arms away from her breasts. Even through her sports bra they could see those beach balls quivering wildly.
“Oh my! If 1 finger does that,how about this!” Shelly grabbed Michelle’s belly with her hand and did a combination of squeezing and wiggling all her fingers.
Michelle grimaced through her open mouth smile. Her belly was horribly ticklish. “AAAHH! NO! HEHHEHAHAHAHA! PLEE! HAHAHHAHHA!” She twisted and shook, all while holding the tops of her breasts. The massive jello quake was still visible. “Stop, please…”
Michelle was panting. “Rob, give her a break.”
Rob clearly called the shots. “Maybe you could try exploring her belly button first!”
This made Michelle panic to the point that she dropped her breasts and moved both hands to cover her navel. She twisted as best she could from left to right, right to left. Her breasts shook wildly, clearly quivering underneath and outside her bra.
“NO! DON’T!”
Of course, this just intrigued everyone. “What’s wrong Michelle!” Shelly and Maria tried to pry her hands away. “You must be very ticklish in your navel!”
“NO-HO! IT MAKES ME PEE! DON’T NONONO..!”
“OK, well, tickle her feet!”
Michelle’s big feet were trapped. As soon as she felt the fingers wiggling across her soles she lost control. Her arms fell towards her head and flailed. She really had enough tickling, and was laughing hysterically and horrified that she couldn’t even move her feet in defense. Those gigantic breasts shook wildly and threatened to engulf her face.
“OH HO HO HO NO! HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHHA! OH STOP! HO HO HA HA HAAA…”
Shelly and Maria took the chance to get Michelle’s armpits. People hardly ever tickled her there, and it shocked Michelle.
“You know where we should tickle her? SIDE BOOB!”
There was just too much bulging exposed skin. Michelle felt their fingers poking and stroking the sides of her breasts and was out of breath. She screamed.
“OH HO NOT THERE! NO! NO! HEEHEEHEEHEEHHEE!” Her mouth was contorted into a crying open smile, and then she felt Rob put his finger in her navel while he wrapped his other arm around her waist.
“AHHHH! NAAHHH!” He kept wiggling his finger into that sensitive spot while both girls tickled her breasts and pinched her sides and ribs. And she felt a wet spot spread across her shorts. The 3 ticklers were all a little shocked, and got her off the board. Michelle’s lungs ached from screaming, her abdominals hurt from laughing, and all the muscles around her breasts hurt from the strain. Her sports bra was stretched to the point of being useless. Michelle’s head hurt. She sat on the couch and was in tears.
“Why are you doing this to me? I’ve never done anything to you, any of you.”
Maria answered. “It’s just fun. That’s all. You’re beautiful, but those breasts are too huge. And you have this tickling weakness. It’s too easy to exploit.”
Michelle got up and headed to her room. “YOU ASSHOLES TORTURED ME AND MADE ME PEE!” She was angry and crying, and had no idea how to ever get any sense of revenge.
Rob got his arms under Michelle’s and tried lifting her up. “Shelly, Maria, grab her legs and let’s get her on the table!” Michelle twisted and fought. “NO! NO! Let me go!”
The two girls grabbed Michelle’s thighs. “She’s too heavy!” Michelle might have normally weighed 150lbs, if she had normal breasts. But the two of them put her at 250. She wasn’t fat, she was just too big up top. “YOU’RE NOT GETTING ME ON THE TABLE!”
“OH YES WE ARE! DRAG HER ROB!” Maria shouted. And so he did. They dragged her flailing and screaming, and managed to get Michelle upright enough to force her onto the table. She felt them lock her ankles onto the table. There were a few things Michelle would never do. One was get on a trampoline. Another was go upside-down on an inversion board. She only felt trapped and panicked, knowing she was going to be tickled horribly in a very helpless and compromised position.
She begged and started to cry. “Please! Please don’t do this to me. Can’t you imagine how awful this is for me? Can’t…NO!”
“Ready to go upside-down Michelle,” Maria teased. And with that, Michelle was inverted. For a second, it felt good. The weight of her breasts caused every vertebrae to pop. Then she realized her own breasts were pushing into and over her face, making it hard to breathe. She wrapped her arms over the tops of her breasts and pushed them away from her face. Due to their shear girth, her arms went wide – leaving her armpits exposed.
“NO! NO! I CAN’T BREATHE LIKE THIS!”
“Where do you want to start Maria?”
“Well, her feet are locked in, but what about her belly?” Shelly dragged a finger across Michelle’s belly.
Michelle could remember some of the worst tickle sessions in her life. She knew this would be the worst. As she struggled to keep her breasts out of her face, she knew her belly was exposed, her ribs, her armpits. She knew her feet were locked in. She knew the bottoms of her breasts would be targets, and that the sides of her boobs were spilling out of her sports bra. She felt a finger, just one finger, drag up and down across her belly.
“HAHAHHHA! OHHONO! HAHAHA! OH STOP HAHAHA!” Michelle tried to twist away but it was useless. All 3 of her tormentors were surprised. Michelle reflexively wanted to protect her belly, but couldn’t take her arms away from her breasts. Even through her sports bra they could see those beach balls quivering wildly.
“Oh my! If 1 finger does that,how about this!” Shelly grabbed Michelle’s belly with her hand and did a combination of squeezing and wiggling all her fingers.
Michelle grimaced through her open mouth smile. Her belly was horribly ticklish. “AAAHH! NO! HEHHEHAHAHAHA! PLEE! HAHAHHAHHA!” She twisted and shook, all while holding the tops of her breasts. The massive jello quake was still visible. “Stop, please…”
Michelle was panting. “Rob, give her a break.”
Rob clearly called the shots. “Maybe you could try exploring her belly button first!”
This made Michelle panic to the point that she dropped her breasts and moved both hands to cover her navel. She twisted as best she could from left to right, right to left. Her breasts shook wildly, clearly quivering underneath and outside her bra.
“NO! DON’T!”
Of course, this just intrigued everyone. “What’s wrong Michelle!” Shelly and Maria tried to pry her hands away. “You must be very ticklish in your navel!”
“NO-HO! IT MAKES ME PEE! DON’T NONONO..!”
“OK, well, tickle her feet!”
Michelle’s big feet were trapped. As soon as she felt the fingers wiggling across her soles she lost control. Her arms fell towards her head and flailed. She really had enough tickling, and was laughing hysterically and horrified that she couldn’t even move her feet in defense. Those gigantic breasts shook wildly and threatened to engulf her face.
“OH HO HO HO NO! HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHHA! OH STOP! HO HO HA HA HAAA…”
Shelly and Maria took the chance to get Michelle’s armpits. People hardly ever tickled her there, and it shocked Michelle.
“You know where we should tickle her? SIDE BOOB!”
There was just too much bulging exposed skin. Michelle felt their fingers poking and stroking the sides of her breasts and was out of breath. She screamed.
“OH HO NOT THERE! NO! NO! HEEHEEHEEHEEHHEE!” Her mouth was contorted into a crying open smile, and then she felt Rob put his finger in her navel while he wrapped his other arm around her waist.
“AHHHH! NAAHHH!” He kept wiggling his finger into that sensitive spot while both girls tickled her breasts and pinched her sides and ribs. And she felt a wet spot spread across her shorts. The 3 ticklers were all a little shocked, and got her off the board. Michelle’s lungs ached from screaming, her abdominals hurt from laughing, and all the muscles around her breasts hurt from the strain. Her sports bra was stretched to the point of being useless. Michelle’s head hurt. She sat on the couch and was in tears.
“Why are you doing this to me? I’ve never done anything to you, any of you.”
Maria answered. “It’s just fun. That’s all. You’re beautiful, but those breasts are too huge. And you have this tickling weakness. It’s too easy to exploit.”
Michelle got up and headed to her room. “YOU ASSHOLES TORTURED ME AND MADE ME PEE!” She was angry and crying, and had no idea how to ever get any sense of revenge.
