YouNeverKnow175
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I wanted to share another story that my girlfriend, "Darcy" has told me. This happened a few years ago, when she was in her mid-twenties, before we were together.
A bit of background....when Darcy and I first got together, it wasn't too long before I shared with her that I was into tickling. From Day 1, she never let me touch her stomach. I asked her if it was because it was ticklish and she said it wasn't the reason (the rest of her is pretty amazingly ticklish to). She said it was because she'd had an operation on it a few years back and that the area felt vulnerable since then, plus she was "self conscious" about it (no reason for her to be). I somewhat bought it, but didn't really understand. Eventually, it came out that indeed, she didn't let anyone touch her stomach because it was just too ticklish. Even placing a hand their causes her to immediately, automatically push it away.
So given that I have a strong affinity for both a) true tickling stories, and b) accidental tickling (e.g. doctors, pedicures, massages etc - things that aren't meant to tickle but do, because the person is just too ticklish...ah, i love it!), I had to eventually ask her about the doctors appointments that led to her having to have this minor surgery on her stomach (for a hernia-ish sort of issue, I think). The story that came of it is for me, an absolute dream story, beyond my wildest...
Darcy was nervous about having to have her stomach examined going into the first appointment because of how ticklish it is. She was fearing it a lot, and knew it was going to be difficult.
The time came and she was lying on the table on her back, stomach completely exposed. The doctor began to touch and feel around. Darcy immediately had to bite her lip and hold her breath to avoid laughing. She started to squirm a little bit, too. She tried hard for a while not to show too much how badly it tickled, out of embarrassment and hoping she could just get through it. But within seconds, she couldn't take it anymore and exploded into laughter.
"You're going to have to really try to hold still," the doctor said. "I'm not going to be able to feel what's going on if you're moving around too much."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just really ticklish."
"Just try to hold still as much as you can."
"I'll try, but it's really hard...."
So he continued....she held her breath for another few seconds, and then exploded again with laughter, yelps, and squeals. She actually started pleading with the doctor, "Please!! How much longer?!!" She knew the more she squirmed and made a scene, the harder it would be for him and the longer it was take, but she couldn't help it. In fact, it got so bad that a few times she pushed his hands away.
She could barely breathe through all her laughing and screaming, and eventually had to beg for a break. "Please! Can I just have a break to catch my breath?"
Her wish was granted, but didn't last long as the doctor still had a job to do. He continued to feel around on her stomach, and Darcy continued to laugh hysterically, squirm practically off the table, almost trying to roll over onto her stomach to protect herself.
"Wow, I've never seen someone so ticklish before," the doctor said. This is a man who touches stomachs for a living, and he said he'd never seen a tummy more ticklish...
She was so relieved when it was over....but was going to have to go back again in a few weeks. That afternoon at the pool, she told her girlfriends about how intense the tickling had been at the doctor and how much she hated it and couldn't take it.
Before the second appointment, Darcy made up some strategies to cope with the torture - she tried to think of ways she could avoid losing it again, including holding her breath, biting her lip, trying to think of other things, etc. This second appointment started out with the doctor saying, "Are you going to be able to handle it this time?"
Darcy said, "I don't know....I'll try...." she braced herself...only to experience another similar session, equally torturous as the first.
These experience was more intense than any of her routine physicals that she'd had when her tummy was pushed on - including the time as a teenager when she was laughing so hard and yelled out between gasps, "Why am I so ticklish???"
THE END. I'd love to hear what parts of the story you liked best - part of the reason I like to share stories is to hear what people thought of them, what they liked most, and what other girls in this position would have done or been thinking.
A bit of background....when Darcy and I first got together, it wasn't too long before I shared with her that I was into tickling. From Day 1, she never let me touch her stomach. I asked her if it was because it was ticklish and she said it wasn't the reason (the rest of her is pretty amazingly ticklish to). She said it was because she'd had an operation on it a few years back and that the area felt vulnerable since then, plus she was "self conscious" about it (no reason for her to be). I somewhat bought it, but didn't really understand. Eventually, it came out that indeed, she didn't let anyone touch her stomach because it was just too ticklish. Even placing a hand their causes her to immediately, automatically push it away.
So given that I have a strong affinity for both a) true tickling stories, and b) accidental tickling (e.g. doctors, pedicures, massages etc - things that aren't meant to tickle but do, because the person is just too ticklish...ah, i love it!), I had to eventually ask her about the doctors appointments that led to her having to have this minor surgery on her stomach (for a hernia-ish sort of issue, I think). The story that came of it is for me, an absolute dream story, beyond my wildest...
Darcy was nervous about having to have her stomach examined going into the first appointment because of how ticklish it is. She was fearing it a lot, and knew it was going to be difficult.
The time came and she was lying on the table on her back, stomach completely exposed. The doctor began to touch and feel around. Darcy immediately had to bite her lip and hold her breath to avoid laughing. She started to squirm a little bit, too. She tried hard for a while not to show too much how badly it tickled, out of embarrassment and hoping she could just get through it. But within seconds, she couldn't take it anymore and exploded into laughter.
"You're going to have to really try to hold still," the doctor said. "I'm not going to be able to feel what's going on if you're moving around too much."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just really ticklish."
"Just try to hold still as much as you can."
"I'll try, but it's really hard...."
So he continued....she held her breath for another few seconds, and then exploded again with laughter, yelps, and squeals. She actually started pleading with the doctor, "Please!! How much longer?!!" She knew the more she squirmed and made a scene, the harder it would be for him and the longer it was take, but she couldn't help it. In fact, it got so bad that a few times she pushed his hands away.
She could barely breathe through all her laughing and screaming, and eventually had to beg for a break. "Please! Can I just have a break to catch my breath?"
Her wish was granted, but didn't last long as the doctor still had a job to do. He continued to feel around on her stomach, and Darcy continued to laugh hysterically, squirm practically off the table, almost trying to roll over onto her stomach to protect herself.
"Wow, I've never seen someone so ticklish before," the doctor said. This is a man who touches stomachs for a living, and he said he'd never seen a tummy more ticklish...
She was so relieved when it was over....but was going to have to go back again in a few weeks. That afternoon at the pool, she told her girlfriends about how intense the tickling had been at the doctor and how much she hated it and couldn't take it.
Before the second appointment, Darcy made up some strategies to cope with the torture - she tried to think of ways she could avoid losing it again, including holding her breath, biting her lip, trying to think of other things, etc. This second appointment started out with the doctor saying, "Are you going to be able to handle it this time?"
Darcy said, "I don't know....I'll try...." she braced herself...only to experience another similar session, equally torturous as the first.
These experience was more intense than any of her routine physicals that she'd had when her tummy was pushed on - including the time as a teenager when she was laughing so hard and yelled out between gasps, "Why am I so ticklish???"
THE END. I'd love to hear what parts of the story you liked best - part of the reason I like to share stories is to hear what people thought of them, what they liked most, and what other girls in this position would have done or been thinking.
