Seems like Kelly's alter-ego as the Tickle Monster really spoke to a couple of you. She did to me too. This story took many forms inside my head, before it sorted out. I hope you enjoy a deeper dive into Kelly's psyche, as she embraces the Tickle Monster as an enterprise. As always, all characters are 18 or older. Please feel free to leave feedback, and enjoy!
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It’s Kelly again! Well, Dear Diary, after the Tickle Monster’s rendezvous with Amy and her cute, twenty-year-old boyfriend, I spoke to Red about a great idea I had: Doing sessions as the Tickle Monster semi- professionally. Red loved the idea. Not only does it satiate both my fetishes (My tickling of young men, as well as my foot kink), but I can contribute a little money towards Red. She doesn’t care, she prefers to spoil me. However, at least I can feel I’m keeping somewhat busy. Red built a website for the Tickle Monster, involving a strong vetting process. That, plus our hefty price tag, and iron-clad contract; any guy who makes it through our door is guaranteed hopelessly ticklish, as well as serious enough not to waste our time. Even so, our bodyguard, the beautifully buff Brenda, makes a good chaperone.
I’m a little jealous of Brenda, I must admit. She’s a beautiful, brunette, slab of muscle. As the Tickle Monster’s bodyguard, she will be wearing a daringly cut, one piece monokini, the likes I’d only previously seen Borat wear, from the movies. In contrast, I’m a forty-something, huge, blonde, ball of fat. My boobs are a nice size, although droopy. However, my thighs, butt, chin, and especially my belly, would look atrocious (in my opinion) to any potential partner. It’s ironic, before I met my fiery-haired princess, I didn’t care how I looked to people. I mostly still don’t. I use my size and strength to dominate guys, as I tickle the crap out of them, to outwardly project confidence. Though, most times, I can’t tell what Red sees in me, especially when she used to go with Brenda.
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‘He’s eighteen-years-old, a recent high-school graduate,' Red started. It was almost time for the Tickle Monster’s first paid prey. ‘Apparently, he used his collective cash gift windfall, for the privilege of Tickle Monster time. He should be here any minute. Good luck, my Kelly-Belly!’ Red gave my stomach fat a gentle squeeze, as she passionately kissed me. Once she broke away, she caught my not-so-subtle pout.
‘Oh, c’mon, this again?’ Red was incredulous. ‘Listen. I love YOU. I’m crazy about YOU. YOU are my trophy girlfriend. I see your naked body…I get a little wet.’
To illustrate this, she pulls off the string bikini bottoms I’m lounging in, leaving me all the way nude. Backing away, Red waits thirty seconds or so, then she takes my hand, and puts it under her skirt. She’s drenched. Helping me clean my hand with a wet wipe, she continues:
‘Is that enough proof for you? It’s your body I love…and the woman inside of it. You can’t get rid of me, even if you tried.’
‘It’s true,' Brenda interjected. ‘She’s crazier for BBWs. That’s why we didn’t last, romantically.’
‘You see? You’ll always be my Kelly-Belly!’ Red confirmed, planting a giant kiss on my navel. ‘Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to be up front to greet our guest. Oh, after I store his clothes in the safe, I’ll be soaking in the hot tub. Have fun!’
Red took off towards the front of the mansion, and I went off to my hiding spot, where I would don the Tickle Monster’s glittery, feathery headdress. As soon as the poor fool signed the contract and walked out towards Brenda…he was MINE.
Fifteen minutes later, a cute young man wearing nothing but morning wood walked into the ballroom area. I could see him from where the Tickle Monster was poised. I suppose if I were straight, I’d be drooling out of my Vag. As it was, I couldn’t wait to disappear into the Tickle Monster and let her go to town.
‘Hello?’ he called out. ‘Anyone here? Here, Tickle Monster…'
I was careful to stifle my laugh as the Tickle Monster snuck closer, but Brenda laughed out loud at him, as she approached.
‘What are you, a child?’ Brenda laughed. ‘Or a man?’
Brenda and her stunning black suit gave him pause.
‘Um… A man, Miss Tickle Mon—’
‘No! I’m not the Tickle Monster. I’m her bodyguard. I’m here to make sure things go smoothly. I have a copy of the contract you signed,' she produced an iPad with a copy of his signed Session contract. ‘and I’m here to make sure it’s adhered to!’
‘Okay, fair en-OOFFHAHAHA!’
His thought was interrupted as the Tickle Monster hooked her arm around his belly from behind. Like lightning, she threw him down, and sat on his waist, pinning his arms to his sides with her thighs. In reality, I was fully nude, aside from my gold sequined cap, with the purple feathered and sequined masquerade-style mask attached. With this, I felt empowered as the Tickle Monster, and now, I had young males (who don’t have a chance with me, otherwise) paying top dollar to indulge me. I bared my freshly manicured dark-red talons.
‘Nononononono…' he pleaded.
‘As far as YOU’RE concerned,' Brenda told him. ‘The Tickle Monster is a deaf mute! Here, read…' She showed him that exact clause in the contract he signed.
From there, I ran my claws lightly, slowly back and forth, across his body, from his collarbones, to just under his navel. Panicked laughter ensued.
‘BWAHAHAHAHA…NONONONONO…HAHAHAHA…'
It was too easy. I did that for five agonizing minutes. We were just starting, and I wanted him to have an experience for what he paid. I up-nodded to Brenda, as I shifted my weight. Staying on his body, but freeing his arms. Brenda caught his wrists as his arms jumped free. Pinning his wrists above his head, I bunched my fingers together into little raccoon hands, and I scribbled them in circles around his armpits. He wailed so much, I thought I saw tears in his eyes. It was almost too bad I was in the Tickle Monster persona. If I were doing this as myself, I’d make a pun about his predicament being ‘The Pits’… Hehe.
As I’m swirling my nails in his hollows, I can see him violently raising his head in a pathetic attempt to head butt any body part of mine. He was nowhere near close to my stomach (where he wanted to hit), but it was amusing to see. I can also see (and feel) his ‘little guy’ trying to get close to ‘Little Amanda’ (what my Vag was named long ago, by another). Anyway, once Brenda notices this as well, we halt the proceedings. The little one catches his breath, as we glare at him.
‘WATCH yourself, young man!’ Brenda scolds. ‘If your privates touch the Tickle Monster with intent, your session is over, without a refund.’
‘C’mon, ladies… Isn’t sex part of the experience? I thought I would get some!’
Brenda’s jaw hit the floor, but the Tickle Monster kept an icy, disappointed stare.
‘First of all,' Brenda began. ‘If the Tickle Monster WERE looking for a mate, you’re the wrong gender. You’re just a toy to her. But more importantly…' she produced the iPad again, skimming to a clause in the contract, ‘Read THIS…’ He read along as she recited from memory: ‘There will be absolutely NO penile-vaginal penetration or other intentional penile contact with the Tickle Monster. Any violation may result in the end of session, return of clothes, and dismissal from premises, at the management’s discretion.’
Then: ‘You’re eighteen now. You should learn to read contracts more carefully. Oh… Don’t tell me you were confused about the word Penile?’ Brenda embarrassed him with a hearty laugh. ‘Aw, don’t get so down,' Brenda lightened, cupping his face. ‘Humiliation is a part of the fun!’ she laughed. Without warning, Brenda swept his legs, forcing him back down to the ballroom floor. Obviously giving him a second chance, she up-nodded towards the Tickle Monster, and mouthed: ‘Phase two!’ She grabbed his wrists again, as the Tickle Monster grape-vined his feet through her legs.
This is what I birthed the Tickle Monster for. Sure, I created her while I was still teaching, to instill confidence in a former student, but mostly I found her convenient for my foot fetish. As much as I loved to tickle, I didn’t have any sensation to be tickled back (though I love to be touched), and Red doesn’t trust me around her feet for too long. That’s how obsessed I am. This indulgence was a good compromise.
When feet are concerned, time is relative. I quickly get in a zone, and everything becomes a blur. So, it’s not surprising that with this being my first official client, and the fact that he technically went against the rules, I could justifiably go to town. That was just what the Tickle Monster did.
With Brenda reciting the words, we started with a ticklish game of This Little Piggy. I enjoyed his feet like I had chosen them from a toy store. Brenda was at large when I needed something, as the Tickle Monster slathered toes in all sorts of dessert toppings, and sucked them dry. With a portable foot bath, the Tickle Monster cleaned them thoroughly, making sure to use the stiffest bristled little brush to lather the toes. As mesmerized as I was, I was always careful to pace my ministrations, so he wouldn’t pass out.
I could go to the trouble of continuing to write out the laughter in quotes, but trust me, it was like music to our ears. So much so, that Brenda produced my favorite hairbrush, with bristles just as stiff as ever. I used it to strum his feet like a ukulele, as Brenda sang, improvising a few songs. She has a beautiful voice. As sort of a Grand Finale, I took the slightly elongated second toe of his left foot, and I began sliding it up and down the folds of my Vag. As I had with Red’s very nephew a time or two earlier, he shot his load on the floor, as I got off to a fabulous climax. It was now about two and a half hours, when Brenda decided he had had enough. I stood up and backed away.
Once he got his wind back, the young man asked – ‘That was INTENSE! Can I go now?’
She and I looked at each other, and Brenda scooped him up, and began to carry him out towards our pool area.
‘’Hey! What are you doing?’ he cried out. We stopped.
I showed him the contract on the iPad, specifically, one more clause. Brenda recited: ‘Any violation of Session rules, may result in extended length of session for punishment, by discretion of management.’
In all fairness, the first time we ever had a victim sign a contract, we weren’t this strict. But for this to be a profitable purpose, we really had to protect ourselves.
‘You angled for illegal session activity, and we decided not to kick you out.’ Brenda reasoned. ‘You must suffer, instead!’ We rushed him out to the pool area.
Red was still in the hot tub, nude under the bubbling water. She waved to the Tickle Monster. Red had set up wrist and ankle cuffs to each side of the pool, surrounding a large raft in the center. Brenda deposited him on the raft, and The Tickle Monster quickly secured his limbs to the cuffs, anchoring him in place. Brenda retrieved two bottles of hot pink quick-drying nail polish. She and the Tickle Monster then gathered at each foot.
Once he realized what was up, the young man pathetically protested, as loud as he could. Although we have a secluded property, you can’t be too careful. Red jumped out of her soak, without shame (Damn, she was gorgeous), and cupped her hand over his mouth.
‘SHHHH… We have neighbors!’ she scolded. Assured he was properly scared into behaving, Red returned to the hot tub.
Together, Brenda and the Tickle Monster painted his toes a bright Hot Pink, despite quivering protests. Then, we drew feathers in and out of his toes (after Red secured his mouth with a ball gag) until he finally passed out.
Once he awoke, I had already changed into a sky blue bikini (both parts), and had put the headdress away in its usual place. I had come back out to the pool as he saw me. He seemed confused, like he wasn’t sure if he knew me or not.
Capitalizing on this, I jump in the pool, free his limbs and mouth, and help him out of the pool. Once we’re out, I say: ‘Hi, I’m Kelly. We haven’t met yet.’
‘Aren’t you the Tickle Monster?’ he asked. I was secretly getting to love such an exchange.
‘No,' I said, playing dumb. I’m Red’s girlfriend. Why do you ask? You’re not ticklish, are you?’ I say, as I laugh evilly and pretend to skitter my hands at his tummy. He backed away like a shot…right into Brenda; still in her same one piece suit.
Before anything could happen, she grabbed his arm, and led him towards the house. ‘We hope you’ve enjoyed your Tickle Monster session. Come with me to retrieve your clothes.’ Brenda stated, ultimately escorting him off the property.
‘Be sure to recommend us to your friends!’ Red called out, half-jokingly. I discarded my top on the ground, and joined my carrot-topped lover in the hot tub.
‘Did you have fun?’ Red asked.
I gave her a passionate kiss, making out for a minute.
‘Thank you. I’m not sure how many young guys can afford the Tickle Monster, but thanks for making it happen.’
‘Don’t mention it. I always support my Kelly-Belly.’
‘You’ll be getting a special Thank You, later tonight.’ I flirted.
Things were a blur from that point, Dear Diary. But rest assured, whatever happens, you’ll hear it here first!
TTFN,
Kelly
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It’s Kelly again! Well, Dear Diary, after the Tickle Monster’s rendezvous with Amy and her cute, twenty-year-old boyfriend, I spoke to Red about a great idea I had: Doing sessions as the Tickle Monster semi- professionally. Red loved the idea. Not only does it satiate both my fetishes (My tickling of young men, as well as my foot kink), but I can contribute a little money towards Red. She doesn’t care, she prefers to spoil me. However, at least I can feel I’m keeping somewhat busy. Red built a website for the Tickle Monster, involving a strong vetting process. That, plus our hefty price tag, and iron-clad contract; any guy who makes it through our door is guaranteed hopelessly ticklish, as well as serious enough not to waste our time. Even so, our bodyguard, the beautifully buff Brenda, makes a good chaperone.
I’m a little jealous of Brenda, I must admit. She’s a beautiful, brunette, slab of muscle. As the Tickle Monster’s bodyguard, she will be wearing a daringly cut, one piece monokini, the likes I’d only previously seen Borat wear, from the movies. In contrast, I’m a forty-something, huge, blonde, ball of fat. My boobs are a nice size, although droopy. However, my thighs, butt, chin, and especially my belly, would look atrocious (in my opinion) to any potential partner. It’s ironic, before I met my fiery-haired princess, I didn’t care how I looked to people. I mostly still don’t. I use my size and strength to dominate guys, as I tickle the crap out of them, to outwardly project confidence. Though, most times, I can’t tell what Red sees in me, especially when she used to go with Brenda.
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‘He’s eighteen-years-old, a recent high-school graduate,' Red started. It was almost time for the Tickle Monster’s first paid prey. ‘Apparently, he used his collective cash gift windfall, for the privilege of Tickle Monster time. He should be here any minute. Good luck, my Kelly-Belly!’ Red gave my stomach fat a gentle squeeze, as she passionately kissed me. Once she broke away, she caught my not-so-subtle pout.
‘Oh, c’mon, this again?’ Red was incredulous. ‘Listen. I love YOU. I’m crazy about YOU. YOU are my trophy girlfriend. I see your naked body…I get a little wet.’
To illustrate this, she pulls off the string bikini bottoms I’m lounging in, leaving me all the way nude. Backing away, Red waits thirty seconds or so, then she takes my hand, and puts it under her skirt. She’s drenched. Helping me clean my hand with a wet wipe, she continues:
‘Is that enough proof for you? It’s your body I love…and the woman inside of it. You can’t get rid of me, even if you tried.’
‘It’s true,' Brenda interjected. ‘She’s crazier for BBWs. That’s why we didn’t last, romantically.’
‘You see? You’ll always be my Kelly-Belly!’ Red confirmed, planting a giant kiss on my navel. ‘Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to be up front to greet our guest. Oh, after I store his clothes in the safe, I’ll be soaking in the hot tub. Have fun!’
Red took off towards the front of the mansion, and I went off to my hiding spot, where I would don the Tickle Monster’s glittery, feathery headdress. As soon as the poor fool signed the contract and walked out towards Brenda…he was MINE.
Fifteen minutes later, a cute young man wearing nothing but morning wood walked into the ballroom area. I could see him from where the Tickle Monster was poised. I suppose if I were straight, I’d be drooling out of my Vag. As it was, I couldn’t wait to disappear into the Tickle Monster and let her go to town.
‘Hello?’ he called out. ‘Anyone here? Here, Tickle Monster…'
I was careful to stifle my laugh as the Tickle Monster snuck closer, but Brenda laughed out loud at him, as she approached.
‘What are you, a child?’ Brenda laughed. ‘Or a man?’
Brenda and her stunning black suit gave him pause.
‘Um… A man, Miss Tickle Mon—’
‘No! I’m not the Tickle Monster. I’m her bodyguard. I’m here to make sure things go smoothly. I have a copy of the contract you signed,' she produced an iPad with a copy of his signed Session contract. ‘and I’m here to make sure it’s adhered to!’
‘Okay, fair en-OOFFHAHAHA!’
His thought was interrupted as the Tickle Monster hooked her arm around his belly from behind. Like lightning, she threw him down, and sat on his waist, pinning his arms to his sides with her thighs. In reality, I was fully nude, aside from my gold sequined cap, with the purple feathered and sequined masquerade-style mask attached. With this, I felt empowered as the Tickle Monster, and now, I had young males (who don’t have a chance with me, otherwise) paying top dollar to indulge me. I bared my freshly manicured dark-red talons.
‘Nononononono…' he pleaded.
‘As far as YOU’RE concerned,' Brenda told him. ‘The Tickle Monster is a deaf mute! Here, read…' She showed him that exact clause in the contract he signed.
From there, I ran my claws lightly, slowly back and forth, across his body, from his collarbones, to just under his navel. Panicked laughter ensued.
‘BWAHAHAHAHA…NONONONONO…HAHAHAHA…'
It was too easy. I did that for five agonizing minutes. We were just starting, and I wanted him to have an experience for what he paid. I up-nodded to Brenda, as I shifted my weight. Staying on his body, but freeing his arms. Brenda caught his wrists as his arms jumped free. Pinning his wrists above his head, I bunched my fingers together into little raccoon hands, and I scribbled them in circles around his armpits. He wailed so much, I thought I saw tears in his eyes. It was almost too bad I was in the Tickle Monster persona. If I were doing this as myself, I’d make a pun about his predicament being ‘The Pits’… Hehe.
As I’m swirling my nails in his hollows, I can see him violently raising his head in a pathetic attempt to head butt any body part of mine. He was nowhere near close to my stomach (where he wanted to hit), but it was amusing to see. I can also see (and feel) his ‘little guy’ trying to get close to ‘Little Amanda’ (what my Vag was named long ago, by another). Anyway, once Brenda notices this as well, we halt the proceedings. The little one catches his breath, as we glare at him.
‘WATCH yourself, young man!’ Brenda scolds. ‘If your privates touch the Tickle Monster with intent, your session is over, without a refund.’
‘C’mon, ladies… Isn’t sex part of the experience? I thought I would get some!’
Brenda’s jaw hit the floor, but the Tickle Monster kept an icy, disappointed stare.
‘First of all,' Brenda began. ‘If the Tickle Monster WERE looking for a mate, you’re the wrong gender. You’re just a toy to her. But more importantly…' she produced the iPad again, skimming to a clause in the contract, ‘Read THIS…’ He read along as she recited from memory: ‘There will be absolutely NO penile-vaginal penetration or other intentional penile contact with the Tickle Monster. Any violation may result in the end of session, return of clothes, and dismissal from premises, at the management’s discretion.’
Then: ‘You’re eighteen now. You should learn to read contracts more carefully. Oh… Don’t tell me you were confused about the word Penile?’ Brenda embarrassed him with a hearty laugh. ‘Aw, don’t get so down,' Brenda lightened, cupping his face. ‘Humiliation is a part of the fun!’ she laughed. Without warning, Brenda swept his legs, forcing him back down to the ballroom floor. Obviously giving him a second chance, she up-nodded towards the Tickle Monster, and mouthed: ‘Phase two!’ She grabbed his wrists again, as the Tickle Monster grape-vined his feet through her legs.
This is what I birthed the Tickle Monster for. Sure, I created her while I was still teaching, to instill confidence in a former student, but mostly I found her convenient for my foot fetish. As much as I loved to tickle, I didn’t have any sensation to be tickled back (though I love to be touched), and Red doesn’t trust me around her feet for too long. That’s how obsessed I am. This indulgence was a good compromise.
When feet are concerned, time is relative. I quickly get in a zone, and everything becomes a blur. So, it’s not surprising that with this being my first official client, and the fact that he technically went against the rules, I could justifiably go to town. That was just what the Tickle Monster did.
With Brenda reciting the words, we started with a ticklish game of This Little Piggy. I enjoyed his feet like I had chosen them from a toy store. Brenda was at large when I needed something, as the Tickle Monster slathered toes in all sorts of dessert toppings, and sucked them dry. With a portable foot bath, the Tickle Monster cleaned them thoroughly, making sure to use the stiffest bristled little brush to lather the toes. As mesmerized as I was, I was always careful to pace my ministrations, so he wouldn’t pass out.
I could go to the trouble of continuing to write out the laughter in quotes, but trust me, it was like music to our ears. So much so, that Brenda produced my favorite hairbrush, with bristles just as stiff as ever. I used it to strum his feet like a ukulele, as Brenda sang, improvising a few songs. She has a beautiful voice. As sort of a Grand Finale, I took the slightly elongated second toe of his left foot, and I began sliding it up and down the folds of my Vag. As I had with Red’s very nephew a time or two earlier, he shot his load on the floor, as I got off to a fabulous climax. It was now about two and a half hours, when Brenda decided he had had enough. I stood up and backed away.
Once he got his wind back, the young man asked – ‘That was INTENSE! Can I go now?’
She and I looked at each other, and Brenda scooped him up, and began to carry him out towards our pool area.
‘’Hey! What are you doing?’ he cried out. We stopped.
I showed him the contract on the iPad, specifically, one more clause. Brenda recited: ‘Any violation of Session rules, may result in extended length of session for punishment, by discretion of management.’
In all fairness, the first time we ever had a victim sign a contract, we weren’t this strict. But for this to be a profitable purpose, we really had to protect ourselves.
‘You angled for illegal session activity, and we decided not to kick you out.’ Brenda reasoned. ‘You must suffer, instead!’ We rushed him out to the pool area.
Red was still in the hot tub, nude under the bubbling water. She waved to the Tickle Monster. Red had set up wrist and ankle cuffs to each side of the pool, surrounding a large raft in the center. Brenda deposited him on the raft, and The Tickle Monster quickly secured his limbs to the cuffs, anchoring him in place. Brenda retrieved two bottles of hot pink quick-drying nail polish. She and the Tickle Monster then gathered at each foot.
Once he realized what was up, the young man pathetically protested, as loud as he could. Although we have a secluded property, you can’t be too careful. Red jumped out of her soak, without shame (Damn, she was gorgeous), and cupped her hand over his mouth.
‘SHHHH… We have neighbors!’ she scolded. Assured he was properly scared into behaving, Red returned to the hot tub.
Together, Brenda and the Tickle Monster painted his toes a bright Hot Pink, despite quivering protests. Then, we drew feathers in and out of his toes (after Red secured his mouth with a ball gag) until he finally passed out.
Once he awoke, I had already changed into a sky blue bikini (both parts), and had put the headdress away in its usual place. I had come back out to the pool as he saw me. He seemed confused, like he wasn’t sure if he knew me or not.
Capitalizing on this, I jump in the pool, free his limbs and mouth, and help him out of the pool. Once we’re out, I say: ‘Hi, I’m Kelly. We haven’t met yet.’
‘Aren’t you the Tickle Monster?’ he asked. I was secretly getting to love such an exchange.
‘No,' I said, playing dumb. I’m Red’s girlfriend. Why do you ask? You’re not ticklish, are you?’ I say, as I laugh evilly and pretend to skitter my hands at his tummy. He backed away like a shot…right into Brenda; still in her same one piece suit.
Before anything could happen, she grabbed his arm, and led him towards the house. ‘We hope you’ve enjoyed your Tickle Monster session. Come with me to retrieve your clothes.’ Brenda stated, ultimately escorting him off the property.
‘Be sure to recommend us to your friends!’ Red called out, half-jokingly. I discarded my top on the ground, and joined my carrot-topped lover in the hot tub.
‘Did you have fun?’ Red asked.
I gave her a passionate kiss, making out for a minute.
‘Thank you. I’m not sure how many young guys can afford the Tickle Monster, but thanks for making it happen.’
‘Don’t mention it. I always support my Kelly-Belly.’
‘You’ll be getting a special Thank You, later tonight.’ I flirted.
Things were a blur from that point, Dear Diary. But rest assured, whatever happens, you’ll hear it here first!
TTFN,
Kelly
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