tummyticklish01
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She pressed it, and for a mili-second nothing happened. But then as she went to bring her finger off the screen, she couldn't. She tugged, but she couldn't. She soon realized that her whole body couldn't move. She tried to kick her legs, shake her head, lift her body up, lower her arm...none of it worked.
"What the hell!?!?" Candace screamed, at least her lips could still move.
"What's going on!?!"
"You are now totally immobile, prepare for the tickling to begin." The computer said.
Whew, at least this was only part of the program, any minute she would be tickled, aaaahhhh...
She waited as her finger began to get soar, until suddenly the computer screen flashed brightly, and began to go into warp speed or something.
NOW DOWNLOADING TICKLES, appeared on the screen, Candace wondered what that meant, she would soon find out.
Suddenly, she felt a major rush through her body, as if something was going through her finger to the rest of her body from the computer screen. It felt kinda thrilling, like what you feel right before you shudder, but of course, at the moment she couldn't shudder. Her eyes grew larger, taking in the bright, dancing colors from the screen, it felt like her body was being filled with some undescribable substance.
Then, finally, it stopped.
DOWNLOAD COMPLETE, appeared on the screen, and it went back to the options menu.
She then brought her finger down. She could move again! She felt so happy that her body was once again under her control.
She then sat there. Waiting...waiting for the tickling to begin. But she felt absolutely nothing. The young girl was confused. Did it work? Was there a misfunction? Should she try it again? All these questions flooded her mind, but she decided they could wait. She lanced at her red-rimmed wall-clock, it was nearly 10:00, and her roommates would be in soon. This was enough for tonight, she decided, and ejected the disc and put it back in it's case, and his the case in her special drawer of junk.
She felt more tired than usual, and partying didn't seem very appeasing right now, so she decided to hit the hay. She walked up to her closet and pulled out flannel p.j. pants, and a tiny cute pink tank-top to sleep in. She went into the bathroom to change.
She pulled off her top, and placed it on the bathroom counter. She then looked in the mirror. Now she understood why guys chased her all the time. Her body was thin, but her breasts, enlaced in a lacey red bra, were quite full and firm. Her whole body was a bronzen tan, and her whole body had a fit, athletic tone to it. Her ribs protruded slighly from her tight, tan skin. Her tummy was flat, and sloped in at her cute little bellybutton, which guys always went wild for. It was a simple tiny innie, but whenever she made out with a guy, he couldn't resist toying with it. She felt her hands up and down her tummy, it was flat and firm, just how she had worked it to be, she was satisfied with her body. All those days in the gym had given her figure a healthy, sexy look, but not muscular or large.
She crawled her hands up to her ribs, she lightly stroked them, wishing she could tickle herself, but that was impossible.
She slowly felt each rib, counting them, wishing she was tied down, while someone counted them in a ticklish way. She leaned back against the wall, raised both her arms up together as if she was tied, pretending.
"Please let me go! No, don't tickle me!!" Candace said to her imaginary tickler, wishing he was there. Yet all she could do was look at her perfect body. Not tickle it.
She finally finished dressing, and laid down in her bed. Her roommates had still yet to show up, but they'd be here in the morning. She also wondered, what happened to the Virtual Tickle, nothing tickled, but oh well, she would try again tomorrow, and she drifted into a deep sleep...
TO BE CONTINUED.
"What the hell!?!?" Candace screamed, at least her lips could still move.
"What's going on!?!"
"You are now totally immobile, prepare for the tickling to begin." The computer said.
Whew, at least this was only part of the program, any minute she would be tickled, aaaahhhh...
She waited as her finger began to get soar, until suddenly the computer screen flashed brightly, and began to go into warp speed or something.
NOW DOWNLOADING TICKLES, appeared on the screen, Candace wondered what that meant, she would soon find out.
Suddenly, she felt a major rush through her body, as if something was going through her finger to the rest of her body from the computer screen. It felt kinda thrilling, like what you feel right before you shudder, but of course, at the moment she couldn't shudder. Her eyes grew larger, taking in the bright, dancing colors from the screen, it felt like her body was being filled with some undescribable substance.
Then, finally, it stopped.
DOWNLOAD COMPLETE, appeared on the screen, and it went back to the options menu.
She then brought her finger down. She could move again! She felt so happy that her body was once again under her control.
She then sat there. Waiting...waiting for the tickling to begin. But she felt absolutely nothing. The young girl was confused. Did it work? Was there a misfunction? Should she try it again? All these questions flooded her mind, but she decided they could wait. She lanced at her red-rimmed wall-clock, it was nearly 10:00, and her roommates would be in soon. This was enough for tonight, she decided, and ejected the disc and put it back in it's case, and his the case in her special drawer of junk.
She felt more tired than usual, and partying didn't seem very appeasing right now, so she decided to hit the hay. She walked up to her closet and pulled out flannel p.j. pants, and a tiny cute pink tank-top to sleep in. She went into the bathroom to change.
She pulled off her top, and placed it on the bathroom counter. She then looked in the mirror. Now she understood why guys chased her all the time. Her body was thin, but her breasts, enlaced in a lacey red bra, were quite full and firm. Her whole body was a bronzen tan, and her whole body had a fit, athletic tone to it. Her ribs protruded slighly from her tight, tan skin. Her tummy was flat, and sloped in at her cute little bellybutton, which guys always went wild for. It was a simple tiny innie, but whenever she made out with a guy, he couldn't resist toying with it. She felt her hands up and down her tummy, it was flat and firm, just how she had worked it to be, she was satisfied with her body. All those days in the gym had given her figure a healthy, sexy look, but not muscular or large.
She crawled her hands up to her ribs, she lightly stroked them, wishing she could tickle herself, but that was impossible.
She slowly felt each rib, counting them, wishing she was tied down, while someone counted them in a ticklish way. She leaned back against the wall, raised both her arms up together as if she was tied, pretending.
"Please let me go! No, don't tickle me!!" Candace said to her imaginary tickler, wishing he was there. Yet all she could do was look at her perfect body. Not tickle it.
She finally finished dressing, and laid down in her bed. Her roommates had still yet to show up, but they'd be here in the morning. She also wondered, what happened to the Virtual Tickle, nothing tickled, but oh well, she would try again tomorrow, and she drifted into a deep sleep...
TO BE CONTINUED.
Come on!!! Your driving me nuts!!! I can tell you're working up to something really good. Please hurry on part 3!
