Alie112
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Alison strolled through the bustling marketplace on a hot sunny day, each step causing her gravity defying chest to bounce in her pink tank top that covered little more than her braless breasts (Not that she needed one). Being delightfully airheaded as usual, Alison was oblivious to the scene this caused, drawing stares from all the men in the marketplace, admiring not only her chest, but also her smooth round buns that peeked out of the bottoms of her barely there denim short shorts.
Alison was just about the sweetest girl you could possibly meet, bubbly and good natured, and always willing to help others out however she could. This however, combined with her airheaded nature frequently landed her in perilous scenarios. Nothing serious or life threatening, but she gained quite the reputation around town as a perpetual damsel in distress, unknowingly being given the embarrassing title of town bimbo.
She's been rescued countless times from threats such as mischevious magical bees while hunting for flowers, being stuck and mummified in a spidress' web, and being lured into a gingerbread house with promises of free brownies just to name a few. But her bubbly, sweet, trusting personality combined with her stunning beauty ouweighed the annoyance of having to mount the occasional rescue effort.
Today however started out with relatively low stakes. The sun was shining as Alison happily trotted from shop to shop, saying her hellos to all the familiar faces within. Being the social butterfly she was, she flitted about the town square, drawing lurid stares from all the usual suspects. Men and women alike were captivated by Alison's beauty, her snow white skin, gorgeous chestnut hair and her captivating smile meant she was popular to say the least.
However, if there was one thing Alison was made fun of for, it was her feet. Despite being average in height, Alison's feet were quite large and wide, and though she was well liked, she was always teased for their size. Often jealous girls would chide her for unwittingly flaunting her plump, pedicured toes just to see her self consciously flutter and curl them in reaponse. Even her admirers couldn't help but relentlessly tease her about them, enjoying bringing her to giggly, red faced embarrassment as her pretty plump toes danced in response to the flirtatious mockery.
Despite this, it never occured to her to attempt to hide them, in fact, that never even crossed her mind as an option. Never wearing anything more concealing than her pair of black flip flops meant that her many admirers could always look forward to seeing her beautiful, ruby red pedicure a mile away. Alison's feet, perhaps due to their large size, unusual plumpness or the fact that they were meticulously taken care of, were EXTREMELY ticklish! (Well to be fair all of her was, but especially her feet)
Her ticklishness was no secret to everyone in town. Being the perpetual damsel she was, she frequently required rescuing from all sorts of threats, be it villianous captors, perilous plants, horny hunters or silly scientists, Alison seemed to be a magnet for ticklish situations. It became a fun pastime for her rescuers to share embarrassing stories of all the silly situations they rescued her from, each trying to top the others but all sharing a hearty laugh at her expense.
Laughter filled the bar as a handsome, burly, bearded man named Paul shared the story of the time Alison fell head first (literally) into a community of tiny, 2 inch bug people. He recounted how the clumsy girl had actually tripped over her own feet, causing her flip flops to go flying and plunked head first into one of their burrows, trapped, her upside down face being greeted with the not so happy faces of the understandably annoyed creatures. Not accepting her profuse apologies, they decided to have some fun with the beauty and teach her a lesson. Paul reminesced about the silly sight of her enormous feet sticking up out of the ground like a plant, her toes frantically wiggling and scrunching as the tiny creatures were lassoing them in preparation of her fate.
He admitted that he found a nearby log and had a seat instead of rescuing her right away, figuring that her unintentional intrusion did warrant some retribution, and he deserved a fun little show at her expense. He could only imagine what was happening beneath the surface, but could reasonably guess that a fair amount of mockery and teasing was being directed at her while she plead with them through anticipatory giggles. Once they wrangled and roped all 10 of her piggies, they went to work stroking thick blades of grass on just the pads of her sizeable big toes. Paul admitted he was impressed, the restraints were so well done that he couldn't see her toes trying to move at all even though he knew she was trying desperately. After a good 10 minutes, they moved on to the rest of her toes, their tiny tools stimulating their thick, plump pads mercilessly. In time an entire team had arrived, using the tiny torture tools ecerywhere from her heels, soles, toes, not even her ankles were spared from this treatment.
After a fair amount of time he chuckled to himself, getting up off the log and shooing away the tiny bug people. "Alright alright she's had enough guys" as they all scattered off into the grass. As soon as he undid the restraints immobilizing her toes they curled shut, taking full advantage of their newfound freedom and allowing Paul to admire her perfectly pedicured red toes. This beautiful sight made him reconsider her rescue, at least before having a little fun himself. Paul proceeded to spend the afternoon lazily tormenting the same beautiful, helpless bare soles and toes he was sent to rescue, enjoying how he could make them desperately dance with minimal effort on his part. What a silly sight, Alison's enormous bare soles sticking out of the ground, her toes frantically wriggling and curling, unaware she was being tormented by her soon to be rescuer. After having his fun, Paul grabbed Alison's ankles with one powerful hand and plucked her from the ground. She looked at him while hanging upside down through her tear streaked eyes, smiling in relief "my hero" she managed to weakly say as Paul chuckled and shook his head in response. "Silly girl, when will you learn?" he said as he began to walk back to town, still holding her updide down by the ankles with one hand. Girlish giggles and pleas for mercy filled the forest as Paul used his free hand to torment her ticklish bare soles for the entire walk home.
The End
Alison was just about the sweetest girl you could possibly meet, bubbly and good natured, and always willing to help others out however she could. This however, combined with her airheaded nature frequently landed her in perilous scenarios. Nothing serious or life threatening, but she gained quite the reputation around town as a perpetual damsel in distress, unknowingly being given the embarrassing title of town bimbo.
She's been rescued countless times from threats such as mischevious magical bees while hunting for flowers, being stuck and mummified in a spidress' web, and being lured into a gingerbread house with promises of free brownies just to name a few. But her bubbly, sweet, trusting personality combined with her stunning beauty ouweighed the annoyance of having to mount the occasional rescue effort.
Today however started out with relatively low stakes. The sun was shining as Alison happily trotted from shop to shop, saying her hellos to all the familiar faces within. Being the social butterfly she was, she flitted about the town square, drawing lurid stares from all the usual suspects. Men and women alike were captivated by Alison's beauty, her snow white skin, gorgeous chestnut hair and her captivating smile meant she was popular to say the least.
However, if there was one thing Alison was made fun of for, it was her feet. Despite being average in height, Alison's feet were quite large and wide, and though she was well liked, she was always teased for their size. Often jealous girls would chide her for unwittingly flaunting her plump, pedicured toes just to see her self consciously flutter and curl them in reaponse. Even her admirers couldn't help but relentlessly tease her about them, enjoying bringing her to giggly, red faced embarrassment as her pretty plump toes danced in response to the flirtatious mockery.
Despite this, it never occured to her to attempt to hide them, in fact, that never even crossed her mind as an option. Never wearing anything more concealing than her pair of black flip flops meant that her many admirers could always look forward to seeing her beautiful, ruby red pedicure a mile away. Alison's feet, perhaps due to their large size, unusual plumpness or the fact that they were meticulously taken care of, were EXTREMELY ticklish! (Well to be fair all of her was, but especially her feet)
Her ticklishness was no secret to everyone in town. Being the perpetual damsel she was, she frequently required rescuing from all sorts of threats, be it villianous captors, perilous plants, horny hunters or silly scientists, Alison seemed to be a magnet for ticklish situations. It became a fun pastime for her rescuers to share embarrassing stories of all the silly situations they rescued her from, each trying to top the others but all sharing a hearty laugh at her expense.
Laughter filled the bar as a handsome, burly, bearded man named Paul shared the story of the time Alison fell head first (literally) into a community of tiny, 2 inch bug people. He recounted how the clumsy girl had actually tripped over her own feet, causing her flip flops to go flying and plunked head first into one of their burrows, trapped, her upside down face being greeted with the not so happy faces of the understandably annoyed creatures. Not accepting her profuse apologies, they decided to have some fun with the beauty and teach her a lesson. Paul reminesced about the silly sight of her enormous feet sticking up out of the ground like a plant, her toes frantically wiggling and scrunching as the tiny creatures were lassoing them in preparation of her fate.
He admitted that he found a nearby log and had a seat instead of rescuing her right away, figuring that her unintentional intrusion did warrant some retribution, and he deserved a fun little show at her expense. He could only imagine what was happening beneath the surface, but could reasonably guess that a fair amount of mockery and teasing was being directed at her while she plead with them through anticipatory giggles. Once they wrangled and roped all 10 of her piggies, they went to work stroking thick blades of grass on just the pads of her sizeable big toes. Paul admitted he was impressed, the restraints were so well done that he couldn't see her toes trying to move at all even though he knew she was trying desperately. After a good 10 minutes, they moved on to the rest of her toes, their tiny tools stimulating their thick, plump pads mercilessly. In time an entire team had arrived, using the tiny torture tools ecerywhere from her heels, soles, toes, not even her ankles were spared from this treatment.
After a fair amount of time he chuckled to himself, getting up off the log and shooing away the tiny bug people. "Alright alright she's had enough guys" as they all scattered off into the grass. As soon as he undid the restraints immobilizing her toes they curled shut, taking full advantage of their newfound freedom and allowing Paul to admire her perfectly pedicured red toes. This beautiful sight made him reconsider her rescue, at least before having a little fun himself. Paul proceeded to spend the afternoon lazily tormenting the same beautiful, helpless bare soles and toes he was sent to rescue, enjoying how he could make them desperately dance with minimal effort on his part. What a silly sight, Alison's enormous bare soles sticking out of the ground, her toes frantically wriggling and curling, unaware she was being tormented by her soon to be rescuer. After having his fun, Paul grabbed Alison's ankles with one powerful hand and plucked her from the ground. She looked at him while hanging upside down through her tear streaked eyes, smiling in relief "my hero" she managed to weakly say as Paul chuckled and shook his head in response. "Silly girl, when will you learn?" he said as he began to walk back to town, still holding her updide down by the ankles with one hand. Girlish giggles and pleas for mercy filled the forest as Paul used his free hand to torment her ticklish bare soles for the entire walk home.
The End
