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The Town Carnival

Alie112

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The hot summer sun was shining down as the village was hard at work making preparations for the largest event of the year, The Summer Carnival! Every year the traveling carnival came through town and the carnies and townspeople alike joined forces to put on the event, transforming the whole town into a festive fairground complete with rides, games and delicious food in no short supply. Ali beamed with excitement, playing with her beautiful shoulder length chestnut hair, taking in all of the sights of her fellow townsfolk, all busily working, decorating, and setting up all of the wonderful attractions she enjoyed every year. This year she was intending to volunteer herself, eager to take part in ensuring everyone would have a good time. Clad in her signature pink tank top and denim shorts, she flitted about saying her hellos to all she passed. Several of the volunteers found her distracting, taking special note of her pale white skin and fresh red pedicure she had gotten just for the event. Ali was average height, which only caused her big, soft, snow white feet to stand out.

Ali was very eager to participate in the upcoming town carnival. Ali suggested doing a live vocal performance as one of her strengths was her beautiful voice. But little did she know, someone else would have different plans that would showcase some of her other assets. Ali's go with the flow attitude meant she'd be up for most anything so long as it helped make a more fun time for staff and attendees alike. Whether it was food service, merch booths or even just decorating, she was happy yo oblige. She was informed by carnival staff that she was cast as a performer for the carnival, Giggles the Bouncy Clown! Where she would participate in several stage shows consisting of everything from magic acts to competitive games! It was lost on her that one factor in making this decision being her already clown-sized feet and large, brightly pedicured toes. Upon being givin the news she excitedly bounced up and down clapping at what she thought was a great idea!

She was to receive brightly colored face makeup, a white base with bright red lipstick, giggling as the application of the red and white makeup tickled her cheeks, lips and even her sensitive nose, squeaking out adorable sneezes that annoyed the makeup technitian to no end. "Ooo sorry I-a-CHOO! I uh, can't help it! *squeak* it's that brush! Hehe it's a bit tickly" the technician rolled her eyes "Well, just try and keep it together Giggles" Ali nodded with her eyes tightly shut and a broad smile on her face, squeaking out another sneeze as the white makeup brush filled in the underside of her adorable button nose. It took about twice as long as it should have, but finally Ali's chair was spun around so she could see the finished makeup. "Ooo!" She remarked in surprise as her lips formed a perfect O shape, "Thank you! I think it looks great!" "Don't mention it Giggles" the makeup girl said spidering her fingers under Ali's chin, causing her to burst into a cacophany of titters as she scrunched her chin. "AAHH STAAHAAPIT!"

The makeup girl then turned around to grab the round, spherical red nose she was to wear and plopped the silly prop onto Ali, who turned to see her now completed clown makeup. "Alright Giggles, off you go to wardrobe" the makeup girl said as she gave Ali a pat on the bottom to keep her moving. "Oop!" Exclaimed a shocked Ali as she skipped off to the next stage of her transformation. In the next room, she was greeted with a smartly dressed man with neat hair and a pencil moustache, a length of measuring tape draped over his shoulder. "Ahh our clowngirl iz here! 'Ello madmoizelle, I am Jacques! I will be dezining your coztume! Please try to contain your exzitement!" He loudly proclaimed in his thick accent, clapping his hands twice in quick succession to instill a sense of urgency which certainly worked on the suggestible Ali. "Auright ztrip down!" He said, authoritative and firm. You could almost see Ali blush through even the thick layers of makeup. "Ooo! I-I didn't know I'd have to..." Without saying another word two more loud successive claps brought Ali to compliance quickly.

She kicked out of her flip flops and began to unbutton and lower her denim shorts before lifting her pink tank top over hear head. Within 30 seconds she was down to her undergarments, looking at the floor as her arms fidgeted in an attempt to cover what little modesty she had, thankful she had worn a bra today. Her plump porcelain toes nervously fluttering and curling foot over foot as they often did when she was nervous. "Do not be nervouz, I am a conzummate proffessionaaal!" Jacques said, his prominent erection suggesting otherwise. He once again clapped twice loudly "Undiezz off mademoizelle! My measurements must be ze most acceurate! Down to ze millimetere" Ali's eyes grew wide as she was thankful for the clown makeup masking her hot red cheeks. She obediently removed her undergarments, now using her forearm to cover her nipples with the other hand cupped over her hairless crotch. Meanwhile she noticed a visible pulse of his erection, becoming even more prominent than before.

He brought a hand to his chin and rubbed thoughtfully, cocking an eyebrow as the cogs in his head turned. "AHH LOVELY LOVELY! You shall make ze mozt perfect clowngirl in all of ze carnivaal!" Ali, still mortified by being so exposed attempted to speak up. "Ooh um, you.. think so-" The tailor abruptly interrupted her "ZILENZE! ...I am creating... HMM" Jacques paced around Ali before suddenly announcing with his signature double clap "FEET TOGEZER! ARMS AT YOUR SIDES!" The abrupt noise of his claps overriding Ali's modesty and seeing her comply instantly with an audible "OOP!" doing so with her chin high in the air before her brain had even registered what she had done. Jaques had expected to see her breasts naturally fall without the support of her arm, but to his awe and amazement they didn't, he thought to himself that he had never seen such a sight, by all acounts it defyed his understanding of the very laws of physics.

Ali's brain caught up with her body now understanding the extent of her exposure and an audible "AAAHHH" escaped her lips, shocking the tailor out of his stupified trance. "Do not fret mademoizelle! Zis, zis sight before me... iz INSPIRING!" Ali fidgeted slightly, now having regained her senses, Jacques took special notice of Ali's pink nipples, quite certainly involuntarily hard due to the mental overstimulation she was undergoing, or just possibly due to the well air conditioned room during these warm summer months. "You... you could be ze best clowngirl of all time!" His bombastic gestures punctuating his enthusiasum. "But for now, we muzt meazure!" The amorous tailor once again gave two powerful claps which, once again caused Ali to comply unthinkingly, her arms shooting straight up causing an entertaining chest bounce as he undid the measuring tape from his shoulder with theatrical flourish.

He manuevered behind Ali and swooped the tape around her waist, cinching it with his thumb and finger to tighten it down. As this occured Ali gasped out a "OOO COLD! COLD!" as the tape made chilly contact with her hips causing to lower her arms in an attempt to defend against the chilly menace. "Nownow, try to be a big girl eh?" Ali's obedient nature causing her to comply. Jacques observed the measurements with an audible "Hmmmm" before jotting down his findings on his note pad behind him. He then flourished the tape once again, saying "ARMS UP!" Ali obediently pointing her fingers toward the sky. "Now remember, be a big girl!" Before swooping the somehow still freezing measuring tape around her chest, making direct contact with her nipples. Ali once again audibly gasped as her impossibly hard nipples somehow stiffened even further and her sizeable toes currled. "Oooooohoohooo!" Ali cried as he sheepishly admitted, "Apologiezz I left ze meazuring tape in ze fridge aczidentally! Well maybe not zo aczidentally! Hawhawhaw!" He heartily guffawed as he jotted down the meaurements on his notepad.

The seasoned wardrobe specialist then veered his attention toward Ali's plump peds, amused at her rather animated toes reacting to the stimuli assaulting the rest of her body. "Mymy mademoizelle! We may have a wee problem!" Ali lowered her arms back down as a slightly worried look donned her face. "P-problem? What would be a problem?" Jaques abruptly dropped to the floor, now face to face with her feet, which self consciously fluttered and curled at the embarrassing amount of focus being placed on them. He had never seen such large, soft looking feet before, enjoying the embarrassed show they were putting on, and especially enjoing that they had nowhere to hide, fidgeting as they were trying to cover one another as she almost felt his gaze on them, he was enamored. "Mademoizelle! I am not zo sure we have shoes zat will fit your titanic tootziez!" Ali gasped in shock. "Hey! They're not THAT big... are they?" she said sheepishly looking down at them. "AH Au contraire! Zeez are ze biggest, softest looking piedz I have ever had ze pleazure to work with! I have never zeen a set if toes like zis! So plump, truly deserving of being called piggiez!" Ali's look moved to one of confusion. "You're saying that's a good thing? They usually get in the way"

Jacques was still on the ground fawning over Ali's fidgeting feet, taking special note of her flawless red pedicure"Ah yezz! Zeez large lovely pieds! My sweet! It's az if you were born to clowngirl! Ahh and ze bright red pedi! *MWAH* Perrrfection!" His admiration did little to reduce her self consciousness. "Well yeah, but... won't I, I mean... don't clowns wear large shoes regardless?" He popped up, returning to his standing position, the look on his face now suggesting he intended to scold her. "Nonono! Thoze pretenderz, zey merely mazquerade! *SPIT* You! You have ze genuine article! Zeez are a work of art! And we will not do ze people ze dizservice to hide zem!" Without saying anpther word, he grabbed his notepad and dramatically strolled off to begin his work, his chin high in the air, and his prominent erection still on shameless display. This reminded Ali that she was still naked as she scrambled to retrieve her top and shorts but unable to locate her flip flops, much to her confusion, left to wait for the reveal of her ensemble.

After an hour Jacques returned, carrying 2 boxes stacked atop one another. Plunking them down on a table. Ali remained seated, awkwardly awaiting some kind of instruction. The handsome tailor then loudly clapped twice again, amused at how quickly this caused her to comply. "Comecome! Take a look, and yezz you may praise my geniuz in advanze" Ali said nothing but obediently bounced over to the table, beginning to open the smaller box on top first. Her eyes grew wide as she let out an audible gasp. "THIS IS MY CLOWN COSTUME!?" She said, lifting out a 2 piece, pink thong bikini covered in multi colored polka dots. "Yezz yezz, I know, you may say it, I am an artiiizt ahead of my time, thank you, you are too kind" Ali noticed that the box also contained 2 cups sporting the same birthday themed pattern. "What are these?" She cocked an eyebrow making a rather silly, confused expression at the items. "Zose are meant to cover ze nips!" Ali nodded in response, "R-right, a safety precaution, but isn't this a bit... umm, skimpy?" Jacques rolled his eyes, "Givin your... uzual attire you hardly have ze room to talk" which, despite her trepadation she had to admit was fair.

"Oh umm, I meant to ask, have you seen my flip flops? They seem to have disappeared since I took them off and they're just, well they were a little expensive and-" He cut her off abruptly with a swift hand movement showing little regard for her inquiry. "Yezz yezz I took zem, we did not have attire in ze proper size to adequately showcase... eh, how you say, ze goods. So I took ze... liberty of transforming zose boring old as you say "ah, flip flops" into vessels capable of adequately displaying ze beauty zat is your pieds" Ali removed the smaller box and placed it off to the side, slowly beginning to open the larger box. She once again gasped in surprise (ya she does that a lot) but this time positively. Her formerly pretty basic flip flops had seemingly gotten an upgrade, having been contoured, reshaped and changed, what she saw now were a pair of pristine, high heeled sandals, that looked perfectly shaped for her feet. Ali began to tear up, cute shoes in her size were hard to come by, and customs could be pricey, yet here was the custest pair she'd ever seen, simple yet elegant, the only price for them seemingly being her participation in an event she was eager to be involved in anyway.

Ali, having a tendency to be rather emotional, teared up as she squeaked out a heartfelt "thank you" toward the man, but was quickly dismissed. "Yezz yezz, I know, I am amazing and my mouztache iz perfect we all know zis but you need to get changed now..." The two stood there as an awkward silence fell in the room as Ali wasn't sure where she was meant to change. She began to open her mouth to ask before the tailor's signature claps rang out as he barked "ISAIDCHANGE!" And she unthinkingly rushed to discard her shorts and shirt, quickly replacing them with each piece of her new uniform, all in front of the leering man. She finally got the thong bikini on, struggling, "Ooh ah! This feels a bit tight, I thought you took my measurements." The tailor sinisterly smiled to himself not telling her he intentionally made everything just a tad bit smaller for his own amusement. "Nonzenze! Maybe you juzt got fat!" Ali retorted "It was an hour ago! And I haven't eaten in that time!" Jacques dismissed her concerns by patting her now exposed buns to move her along and out of his hair "Yezz yezz run along now fatty" Rushing her out of the room before she had time to process his rude remark, holding her newly refurbished shoes in her hand. The tailor snickered to himself, once again placing his hand to his chin with a sinister smirk, watching her backside as she amusingly pranced away, the cogs in his head still turning.

The next room was a bit more festive than the last two, those having been typical backstage preparation rooms for makeup and wardrobe, she now found herself in a well lit rehearsal stage, colorful decorations and contrasting, garish colors all about as one would expect in a carnival setting, with several performers of different types all grouped together. Ali sat down to complete her look by putting on her new and improved shoes which slid on like a dream. Despite being heeled they were fairly comfortable, allowing the perfect amount of room while still being fairly snug and secure. "Wowee! Maybe that guy WAS a genius!" Ali exclaimed happily fluttering her toes about and striking different poses in her new and improved footwear. Suddenly she heard a woman's voice loudly shout "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT EVERYONE SETTLE DOWN WE GOTTA DO ROLL CALL" Which snapped Ali's attention toward a tall woman with glasses wearing a smart, button up blouse and suit jacket, her hair in a messy bun.

The room had settled down as the woman got to business "Patches? Is Patches here?" A hobo themed clown raised his hand as she motioned him to the other side of the room with her pen. "Okay do we have ummm Jangles? Is he here?" A loud assortment of bells sounded off as a clown covered in them raised his hand and she once again motioned him to the other side of the large stage, jangling all the way there. It seemed as if she was sorting the performers into groups for convenience, as many of them from different catagoties were present. "Dennis? Is Dennis the clown here?" Again a hand raised as he moved with the others. "Worked real hard on that name huh? Just hope you didn't stay up all night" she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She continued down the list as the clowns slowly separated from the rest of the group. "Pogo? Is Pogo the clown her- oh wait ya that's right I remember" she said, hastily scribbling that name off her clipboard. She continued further down until reaching Ali last. "Giggles? Giggles the Bouncy Clown?" Ali excitedly raised her hand smiling as she did small little hops to make sure she was seen and counted which of course caused the expected bouyant display.

The woman eyed her up and down before motioning with her pen, looking down at her clipboard and muttering "At least the name is apt, better name than Dennis anyway" Ali joined the group of clowns, curious about the next step when the woman suddenly spoke up a final time. "Alright everyone, all you vets know the drill, bring the junior performers up to speed, if anyone needs me I'll be in my office questioning my life choice to persue a career in showbiz" And with that she departed. Ali questioned the clown next to her, a cowboy themed clown with a thick southern drawl. "W-what now? The carnival doesn't start 'til tomorrow morning" The cowboy clown cordially tipped his hat to her as he explained. "We use the day before to brush up on our clownin' skills and see what the newbies got" Ali nodded in response. "Oh wow so are you experienced?" The cowboy clown chuckled. "Haha yeeh I used to rodeo clown 'round these parts 'til I dun got gored in the butt by a bull, now I stick to the less risky stuff ...wanna see?" Ali paused, considering it, but ultimately politely declined.

Over the next few hours they were all tested for proficiency in various clown skills, and to her surprise, Ali was a natural! Twisting elaborate balloon animals, hitting various moving targets with the squirty flower, performing cartwheels and delivering jokes that brought down the house! The others took an instant liking to her, praising her for her natural affinity for all things silly. After her 10th flawless ballon flower bouqet, they had to give it up. The cowboy spoke up "Hoo wee darlin' you sure you're not from a long line a clowns?" "Maybe!" She happily chirped as she playfully squirted him. "Haha hay thar young lady, don't you know I might try an' squirt ya back!" Having fun, Ali stuck her tongue out and winked at her new friend, giggling the whole time. Patches moved forward to shake her hand proclaiming "We shoulda pegged this one for a natural when she walked in! I mean, just lookit dos' feet! Girl's gotta have clown in her blood!" Ali let out an offended squeak as the rest of the clowns all burst into uproareous laughter while patting her on the back. Another clown interjected "I knew I could hear her comin' a mile away!" Her toes once again curled, attempting to hide, noticing for the first time she was the only one present with her feet exposed, but she tried to chalk the jokes up to harmless ribbing. The laughter and merriement died down as all the participants had thoroughly showcased their skills, proving themselves up to the task of entertaining the masses during tomorrow's festivities. They all returned to the performers quarters to get some rest and ensure they'd be able to set up before opening time.

THE BIG DAY ARRIVES! Lines for admissions extending for vast distances meant that the crowds of men and women looking for festive fun would be densely packed. Everyone from the food workers to the performers alike all smiled with excitement to make this annual carnival the best one yet! Not to mention the social event of the year. Ali adjusted her tight top, hoping everything would remain in place throughout the day, and as the doors opened and the crowds filed in, she received countless leering stares from men while she worked the balloon art booth, but remained in her bubbly clown persona, introducing herself to countless patrons as Giggles, the Bouncy Clown and making jokes while also living up to her name. Her prominent chest and tight round buns entertainingly bounced as she blew up balloons, twisting them into various fun shapes and handing them off with a wink, causing many of the male patrons to have to take a seat. She understandably wasn't the most popular attraction amongst the single ladies, four in particular grouping across from her booth, arms folded and side eyes in abundant supply. The women were all too familiar with her flirtatious nature and eagerly took advantage of opportunities to make her pay by turning her into a laughing stock. As always, Ali was blissfully unaware of their disapproval.

Just then Jacques approached the group of clearly unsatisfied women, leaning against a fruit stand and raising a confident eyebrow, many of them instantly shifting to a giggly flirtatious tone, taken aback by his charming demeanor and put-together good looks. "Good morning ladiezz! I could not help but notize you are... unaccompanied?" His accent along with his charm had several of the ladies blushing, playing with their hair or otherwize telegraphing their attraction to him, a fact that he was keenly aware of and was no stranger to. "Why do you sit here? Loooking so sad?" He insincerely pouted as he plucked an apple from the stand he was leaning on, gently rolling it up his arm and catching it before taking a generous bite, punctuating his inquiry. The women once again side-eyed Ali in response to his question, not vocalizing their displeasure but making it all too clear to the charasmatic Cassanova. "Ahh I zee!" He said, shaking his head in mock disapproval at Ali, taking sly amusement in the fact that they were all completely unaware that her current look was his handiwork.

"A most shameful dizplay! You know, where I come from, zuch a strumpet would be zwwwwiftly spanked for such behavior!" Taking another bite of his apple to punctuate his point. The women all nodding in agreement, chattering approvingly amongst themselves at his assessment. "Ahh but alaz, not an avenue exiztz to exact justize! A shame!" His eyes now slowly panning to the group of ladies, nonverbally indicating he was open to suggestions. "W-well" one lady spoke up. "Weeellll?" Jacques interrupted, cocking an eyebrow. "Yeah well, we know you're just visiting for the carnival, but around town, Ali's weakness is something of an open secret!" Jacques examined the apple in his hand, feigning disinterest in her impending reveal, but the act only drew her in more. "YEAH! No doubt you noticed those dumb massive feet of hers" He continued to play dumb. "She is behind ze booth, I cannot zee" The ladies eagerness increased to clue him in on the information that he suspected, that he had hoped for from the moment he laid eyes on her, but still wanted to draw out of them regardless. "Yeah well, her big stupid monster feet are off the charts TICKLISH!" Jacques raised an eyebrow, satisfied in confirming the information he already knew simply from looking at her "Aah I zee, well, how do you ladiez feel about getting zome... Justize!"

The day went on growing closer and closer to the scheduled stage performances. These included acrobatics, comedy, magic acts, and even game show style set ups that often included volunteers from the audience! They even occasionally combined these aspects to spice things up so the audience would never know what to expect. It was this random, loose, improvisational format that would prove to seal poor, innocent Ali's fate. The loudspeaker boomed "ALL PERFORMERS PLEASE REPORT TO THE MAIN STAGE" Ali was just finishing the final touches on a balloonicorn she was making for a customer. "Oop! Here ya go, enjoy! Gotta run!" She blew a kiss and winked before prancing away to join the rest of the performers, the recipient staring at her ample backside bouncing away as she left before being startled out of his trance by a woman popping the balloonicorn's horn with a pen and giving him an annoyed look. Once Ali arrived all the players were present and ready to go, their collective excitement only adding to her own. The acrobats flipped and flew, the stand ups all nailed their sets and finally, the famous wildcard performance was at hand. A woman with short black hair walked on stage. "WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO EVERYONE'S FAVORITE LIIIVE GAME SHOW! THAT WE MAKE UP AS WE GO! ...for the most part" A loud cheer erupted from the crowd. "I'm your hostess with the mostest, Regina Mars! But call me Gina" she winked. "Now let's bring out our contestants! And never fear loyal audience, you'll get a chance to join in on the fun too!" The cheers and applause once again roared.

Ali was beaming with visible excitement, uncontrollably clapping her hands and bouncing up and down in her heels, a wide smile on her face as her eyes glanced to and fro trying to gague whether all her peers were anywhere near as excited as she was. The curtains lifted as the cheers of the crowd once again surged and all the players walked out onto the stage. The audiences eyes were naturally drawn to Ali, who walked onto the stage doing her best beauty pagent walk complete with the smile and wave as she took her place on stage. Jacques was amongst the crowd, smiling as he knew the "special instructions" he had passed along would provide him quite the show. Gina continued, "Ooh lookie here! We don't often get beauty queens on this stage!" Ali shyly batted her eyelashes "Ooh my! Thank you hehe" followed by more cheers and applause from the crowd, Ali giving a thank you wave to the audience for the warm reception. "So what is your name if you would be so kind?" Ali clasped her hands together bouncing in her heeled sandals as she struck a pose and announced "I'm Giggles! Giggles the Bouncy Clown!" More applause and cheers rang out at her formal introduction. "Wow! Well welcome to the show Giggles, you certainly live up to that name!" Gina moved her attention to the others on stage, waving them away. "I think the rest of you can go home, thanks so much though!" The obviously sarcastic comment getting laughs from the crowd. "Haha nono I was joking we might need you please don't leave they WILL fire me" As another wave of laughter swept the audience.

Ali played up her performance, almost drunk on the praise and adoration of what quickly became her fans, who knows? Maybe performing is what she was born to do! "Well well It seems like everybody loves Giggles!" Gina said as she moved the mic for Ali to respond. "Who doesn't!?" Ali winked to the audience getting yet another intoxicatingly positive response. "Are you ready to play a game?" Ali once again hopped and clapped, bouncing up and down. "I am! I am!" Gina once again returned her attention toward the audience, "WELL THEN LEEEET'S BEGIN!" Ali happily enjoyed becoming the sudden surprise star of the show, too focused on her crowdwork to notice Gina's sultry staring up and down, intentionally playing it over the top to get laughs from the audience. As the ruccus died down Ali turned to Gina, eager to begin. "Sooo what's the game?" She chirped merrily. "Well Giggles' I would love to clue you in but I think all these lovely folks would love to see you guess first!" Ali's eyes looked toward the sky and she theatrically brought her thumb and forefinger to her chin thoughtfully as she pretended to ponder. "Ummmm... TicTacToe?" Queue the audience laughter. "Mmmm no not quite, think bigger, which I know might be a bit difficult for YOU" Ali played up mock offense, with an over the top stage gasp bringing her hand to her mouth in an over the top pose, knowing this was all for the benefit of the audience. "Hay! Watch it now!" Sticking out her tongue at the cheeky presentress, which the audience ate up. "Ha! Watch it Giggles! or those buns of yours might wind up as bright red as your pedicure!" Ali theatrically folded her arms and rolled her eyes, playing up the showmanship of it all as Gina continued, "Alright! guesso numero dos!" Ali once again did a comical thinking pose while loudly tapping her heeled foot. "Ahhh... a pie eating contest?" Intentionally choosing something sillier this time. "Nopenope! One more guess!" She continued to ponder, then, an intentionally phony, over the top look of fear donned her face as she placed her palms to her cheeks and curled her toes "Oh no! Not... anything but... TRIVIA!?" The audience once again eruped in laughter as even Gina cracked up. She had to admit to herself she was a bit impressed with the self depricating joke. Her likeability almost made her feel bad for what was to come.

"Alright alright not too successfull on the guesses there but that's okay, BECAUSE HERE'S THE BIG REVEEEAL!" the curtains behind them opened as a seperate set of curtains behind also lifted, revealing an elaborate obstacle course made of soft foam material, Ali recalled seeing such a setup on TV, watching contestants jumping and swinging through, comically failing and falling into water. Ali noticed however that there was no water to break the fall here though, instead a sea of red rubbery balls as large as her whole body were in place as well as an ominous metal claw suspended from the ceiling. She felt thankful as she really wasn't in the mood to get wet and ruin her makeup, not to mention her hair. The red orbs were also set all along the course causing Ali to be a bit curious about their purpose. "WELCOME TO THE ORBSTACLE COURSE!" The crowd erupted again as this was a bigger spectacle than had ever been seen in years past. They really went above and beyond here, nevertheless, Ali felt up to the challenge. "Giggles might wanna ditch her shoes for this, this is hard enough without wearing heels" Ali began to remove her shoes taking them over to the presenter. "Please keep these safe, they're... kinda new and I reeeeally like them" Gina nodded with an enthusiastic thumbs up. She took the shoes instantly exaggerrating their weight for comedic effect as she set them aside. This got a laugh from the audience but only seemed to get an eye roll out of Ali.

"Now, the Orbstacle Course is very straightforward but let me explain it to you anyway. Scale the course but watch out for the dreaded OOOOORRBS! Twists and turns await our brave heroine, but we believe in her!" Ali cocked another eyebrow as Gina shot back. "Oh come on, we can't give away all of the surprises. Now, up you go to the starting position!" Ali's meaty soles loudly slapped up the steps until she stepped onto the squishy platform, lightly smiling and enjoying the feeling of wriggling her plump, sensitive toes as the soles of her feet sunk into the pillowy texture. Gina continued. "Can we give Giggles a proper countdown!?" The attraction started up as several platforms began moving, whirring foam arms spun already threatening to knock her into the "dreaded orbs" and several of the orbs littered throughout the course began to bounce about, seemingly in a way that suggested they were in low gravity, looking very soft and appealing, but Ali steeled her resolve and made a mental note to avoid them as that seemed to be the objective. The audience all shouted in unison. 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! ...5! ...4! ...3! ...2!!! 1!!!! A loud buzzer sounded as Ali made her first leap into the Orbstacle Course. "Giggles had cleared the first jump, but we've only just begun!" Ali approached the first spinning foam bar having a bit of trouble but was able to time her hops and not get knocked below, coming to a narrow ledge that caused her to have to sidle against the wall. Just a little ways in part of the wall moved forward, causing Ali to jump in surprise! If she had still been at that section of the wall she would have been pushed off! She realized she needed to hurry before her current section pushed her down to her rubbery doom. Ali tried to double time but the ledge was so narrow it only fit her heels, the rest of her feet hanging off the ledge, giving the audience and entertaining view of her plush wide soles and fearfully curled toes from the ground below.

There was no time to think, Ali had to be fast and act on instinct, struggling to hurry as the sections of wall seemingly pushed forward at a faster and faster pace. If she didn't speed up, her fate would be sealed. Just as she reached the last few sections of wall, the final section ahead of her pushed forward early, blocking her path! She gasped as she now had to make a jump past the final section of wall, currently supported my little more than her heels! "Uh ohhh Giggles! Better hop fast!" Having no other options, she leapt off, barely catching the ledge ahead of her and frantically pulling herself up. She panted in relief, looking down at the red sea of orbs she almost fell into as the remaining sections of wall all pushed forward, leaving no path back. "Whoo, close one!" She said to herself, biting her lip and bringing her fingers nervously to her lips at the close call as her red nose slipped off, falling into the sea of red beneath her. She tried to snatch it, but it ultimately wasn't important and she was eager to make it to the finish. She continued on, leaping onto the monkeybars that sat above a sizeable gap. The audience once again cheered this, her bouncing bits providing quite the entertaining sight. Having cleared that, she finally came to a large broad platform that extended quite some ways, the slowly bouncing, floating orbs themselves seeming to be the next obstacle. As they lazily moved about, Ali knew this wasn't a section to take lightly.

She dodged and weaved, taking care to try to study the orbs paths and anticipate where they would be next. Not seeing a stray orb that inexplicably changed paths at the last minute though she now had little other option than to try to push it away with her hand. "Oop! Hey! Wha-" she exclaimed as the orb stuck to her palm, feeling a gentle sucking motion begin to draw her hand within the red sphere. "Oh OOO! GETITOFF!" She tugged and tugged finding her effort making little progress toward freeing herself! She had to try to free her hand while simultaneously making sure not to use any other body parts for fear of having them trapped too! dodging the other orbs at the same time, which proved no easy task. Finally, with a loud *POP* her hand was freed and she scurried to the next platform for safety. "What the wha-!?" She squeaked, still in a confused haze. "Close one there Giggles!" Gina laughed to the upper platform. "Now she sees! Once an orb touches you, you get sucked in! And once fully engulfed. Escape is... quite impossible! MUAHAHAHA!" Gina putting on her best fake sinister laugh. Suddenly, Ali realized the true price of falling into the orbs below, letting out a worried whine. But Ali had to continue on, seeing the end in sight. The next platform was a tiled floor with different colored squares. Yellows, blues and ominously, reds. The colors were changing seemingly at random. It didn't take a genius to know that the red ones were a "no no" as Ali took a deep breath and began hopping on the yellow and blue tiles, however the ever changing colors made this difficult. Several times she had to change her decisions mid-hop, and unbeknownst to her, a step on a yellow tile increased the amount of tiles that would then turn red. After erroneously stepping on several yellow tiles, the amount of red began to increase, and she wasn't even half way through!

By the time she approached the home stretch, almost all the tiles were red, she still hadn't caught on to the concept of the yellow tile penalty, and it was too far to make a big leap to the finish. Ali was forced to slow down, being more careful and deliberate but still having to keep up a brisk pace for fear of her current tile turning red. Her brain was assaulted with overstimulation as she had mere seconds to make her next move, but unsure as to whether that decision would end in disaster. The color would change *hop* she would flutter her toes nervously making her next decision *hop* in desperation she even made a hop onto a red tile, which mercifully turned yellow right before she landed but still earning her a penalty. By now ALL the blue tiles were gone, leaving only red and yellow. Ali was whining and mewling with each unsure hop, not wanting to find out what landing on a red tile meant. With one final big leap, she landed on the blue safety mat face down as all the tiles finally turned red. Mentally and physically exhausted and covered in sweat, she was still determined to cross the finish line. Ali got to her hands and knees, her arms pushing her sweaty breasts together, looking ahead, one final platform existed, a smooth blue surface, with a large sign hanging above that said "FINISH" in large blue letters, and a little red plastic fish hanging right before it with a smaller sign printed in red letters that read "GOAL".

"I've done it!" Ali beamed as she pranced with renewed energy to the fish toy, hopping to the final platform and cheerily plucking it triumphantly while bouncing up and down excitedly and clapping her hands. She began rubbing the little plastic fish against her cheeks before finally questioning. "...Wait... why a fish?" She said now examining it further with a confused look. *BRRRRRRRRRRRRR* A loud siren rang out as the blue floor shifted hue to an ominous red. "Wh- wha?" Ali managed to get out, scrunching her toes in fear before the trap door floor abruptly dropped out from under her and she plummeted down into the sea of soft red orbs below. Gina laughed as she fell, shaking her head as she once again addressed the audience. "Our heroine put up a valiant effort! But it would seem that in the final hour she fell for our little... RED HERRING!?" The audience once again roared with laughter at the expense of the bouncy beauty. Gina then moved to reassure the adoring audience. "But if you think the fun is done! You are in for quite the pleasant surprise!" The giant claw hanging above the stage activated, opening and closing as it positioned itself above the pit of oversized balls. The claw lowered down beneath the surface, a scaled up version of the stuffed animal claw machines that were dotted all about the fairgrounds. The claw then began to rise back up, treating the crowd to a most entertainingly silly sight, the claw now held one of the large red balls, only now, the ball was enclosed around Ali's body. The only parts of Ali free from the red rubber prison being her head sticking out the top, and her big bare feet sticking out the front!

The claw then brought the trapped beauty over to a stand on the stage, plopping her onto it as an audible *BWOP* sound punctuated the fall, the sphere jiggling as it fell into place. Ali's mouth hung open in shock as she struggled with all her might to escape, but finding Gina's warning woefully true, she was well and truly trapped. Ali's head whipped to and fro, and her feet helplessly wagged as her toes fruitlessly fluttered and wriggled. Even with all her effort to squirm, the ball never even began to budge, remaining visibly unchanged to all the leering onlookers. Truly understanding her plight, Ali stopped her futile struggling, now only able to self consciously scrunch her toes in defeet! Much to the delight of her captors. Gina enjoyed the sight of her plump, helpless toes, complete with a paintjob that matched their prison! She moved over to Ali, resting casually against the red rubber ball. "You were so close Giggles! We were worried there for a sec, you were just one step away from the finish line!" Ali's mouth still hung open in surprise as her big blue eyes looked up at her, silently pleading in fear. "Too bad though! Didn't you catch on that red was the no no color? Hehe too late now!" Ali couldn't believe how dumb she was, she would have kicked herself if she weren't so immobile. "Don't worry Giggles, this was just the first step, now we move on to the next game!" Ali let out a pitiful whine, helplessly embarrassed at her prominently displayed soles. Gina once again piped up. "What was it you suggested before? TicTacToe? A wonderful suggestion! I happen to have a pen right here" she said twirling a thick pen about in her fingers. "We juust need a board" she said as she pretended to look around for one. "Hmph... doesn't look like we have one" she frowned in mock disappointment. "Any ideas gang?" Just then, one of the jealous ladies from earlier spoke up from the audience. "YOU HAVE TWO BIGASS BOARDS RIGHT THERE!" Ali's mouth hung open even wider in shock at her suggestion. "Oooh ya! Whuddya say Giggles? Up for a little, funishment?"

Ali began struggling again, whipping her head about and wagging her feet, desperate to free herself before Gina enacted her evil plan. "Whooo look at her go! What's wrong sweetie?" Gina playfully pouted. "We just need to use these big ol' whiteboards" Ali continued to thrash as she managed to squeak out a single "NO!" Amidst her struggles. "Why not!? Wait a minute you're not... no" Gina coyly teased, wanting a little buildup to tease her prey with anticipatory torture. Her smile said it all, but Ali clung to the false hope being provided to her due to the dreaded word not yet being verbalized. "Giggles! Oh Giiiiglesss? Are your big silly clown feet?" She paused a moment, the silence hanging in the air as Ali felt her feet tingle, the expert teasing increasing her feeling of vulnerability. "...Ticklishhh?" She uttered the word with such sinister mastery over it, emphasizing each clear consonant with wicked glee. Just hearing the word set off a fireworks show grand finale in Ali's brain. A wide, involuntary smile forced itself onto her cheeks as she began uncontrollably tittering, no longer able to struggle, the word forcibly usurping all available real estate in her brain. "Ooohhh how fun!" Gina relished the power she had over Ali, thoroughly enjoying the ability she held to drive her into a ticklish tizzy without even threatening to touch her yet, her words themselves being weaponized against her tender target. Gina looked wickedly down at Ali, her dark eyes piercing into hers, still lost in runaway giggles. "Feet" Gina cooed out the word naughtily, sending Ali's giggles into the stratosphere! She continued, purpously using a sexy, sultry tone that saturated Ali's brain, like a sweet, thick liquid soaking a spongue.

"Fffeet. Ffeet. Feet" Gina continued, making sure to emphasize the "T" in feet, with each utterance of the word escaping her full lips increasing the intensity of Ali's involuntary giggling. "Oh! And TICKLING!" Gina cocked an eyebrow seductively as she continued her cruel verbal bullying. "Tickling. Ticklish. Fffeet" Ali's brain was in complete overload, her helplessness with the addition of Gina's expertly applied teasing dissolving her thoughts into a fizzy haze. "Are these biiiiig soft feetsies tickwiiiish?" Ali, now lost in silent laughter, submissively nodded her head yes with her eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down her cheeks through a big, tortured smile. "Hehe aww how cute! Let's run with that! I'm gonna write the board now, ready? No? GOOD!" Gina then took the broad, soft tip of the pen and made two horozontal lines followed by two vertical lines, relishing her strokes as Ali howled in ticklish agony, the featherlight tip of the brush tickling terribly. "Okay sooo... you choose first!" Gina said while lightly booping Ali's nose. Ali was beside herself and couldn't coherently respond to save her life. Gina giggled, relishing in Ali's inability to even think, despite only 4 pen strokes being applied to the massive tickle targets before her. "Hey folks, I think she's WAY TOO TICKLISH to continue our game" eliciting a disappointed groan from the audience. Gina wriggled her available fingers toward Ali's plush feet as Ali once again exploded in explosive anticipatory laughter without even bring touched. "See? Can't play against an opponent when their brains are already jellified!" The audience once again ate this up, the normally tepid townsfolk taking cruel glee in their "town bimbo" being tormented in such a tortutously, but ultimately harmless way. They all knew that given time and possibly a big nap, she'd be okay, but for now, they could enjoy her silly suffering providing many of them with ammunition to tease her with for years to come! "Lucky for you all, I'm a talented artist anyway!" Gina used the large, soft marker to begin to draw all sorts of silly things on the huge soft surfaces before her. And trapped as they were, Ali could only provide her fellow townsfolk with the helpless, beautifiul sound of her tortured laughter.

Jaques, still amongst the audience, had never been harder in his life. His expertly tailored pants strained to contain his throbbing erection, as a prominent wet spot appeared on his pants where his aching head resided, rubbing against the coarse fabric, dropping drips to the ground below. Finally seeing the bare feet he was so completely enamored, obsessed with, receiving such merciless torture from a gleeful tormentress drove him nearly over the edge. He HAD to retreat back and behind the crowd for fear of being called out, not only turned on by the sight before him but also gaining added satisfaction that it was HIS costume design and expert manipupations that led to this one, glorious moment, his magnum opus, TRULY fulfilling every aspect of his depraved, fetishy self obsession. Gina scribbled smiley faces on Ali's huge plump toes, spirals on her plushy heels, and traced every single solitary crease and wrinkle of her overstuffed, oversensitive soles, she even wrote adoringly cutesy messages that, despite her hightened foot sensitivity, Ali had no chance of deciphering with her sense of touch alone. By the time Gina was done with her little "art project" She stepped back, as Ali was now well and truly defeated. Not that she wasn't before the tickle assault even started, but Gina's masterful use of verbal teasing, her buttery soft fingertips or her attentiveness to audience suggestion allowed her to torment Ali's massive, plump, pale feet while they were completely unprotected. Only able to helplessly wriggle and curl at the cruel attention. Gina giggled with feindish glee. "What do you all think? I'm a pretty good artist all things considered!" The audience responding with their usual laughs and claps as Ali's mouth hung open, no sound escaping but clear to any viewers she was lost in the throes of ticklish torment even once the cruel presentess had stopped. Her carrying on and tears lasted for several minutes constrasted by her tortured smile. Ali's soles and toes were now completely covered in inky little drawings and messages, things like "bimbo feet, "kitchy koo!" And "tickle toes" Written on them, as she finally managed to descend back down to earth. "Oohohoh plehease stahp!" She tittered out, her clown makeup highlighting the fresh tears streaked down her cheeks.

Gina was intoxicated on the cruel, kinky power she held over Ali. "Oh hush Giggles you love it!" She said using two fingertips to stimulate the target she had drawn on her naked heel. Ali's eyes locked shut as she howled through her smile and wagged her feet at the unwelcome touch. Her compulsive toe curling once again treating the crowd to a view of her flawless pedicure. The vulnerability of her feet kept her on edge, nervous, involuntary giggles and titters pouring out of her broad, white smile as she pleaded with her big blue eyes for any shred of mercy. "Yesyesyes! Giggles loves it! Why else would she paint her pwump tootsies up so pwetty if she didn''t want aaaall this attention!?" Gina lightly poked and pinched all about the soft surfaces ensuring Ali's brain remained lost in hysteria, she seemed to know precisely what to say and do to most effectively exploit Ali's off the charts sensitivity. Too weak now to even attempt to break free of the thick, rubbery prison, she simply had to accept her fate. Gina turned to the audience with a fake pout, "But now they're all inkyy. May I have a few volunteers from the audience to get them aaallll squuueaky clean!?" The jealous group of ladies from before enthusiastically raised their hands to join in, as Ali giggled out a pathetic "Ooho no!" Gina waved to bring them up on the main stage. The floor opened up as a large platform moved up, and the claw once again plucked Ali, moving her into position as it plopped her down with another loud *PWOP* Ali now found herself on an elevated platform, a layer of plexiglass in front of ger face. Just then, a second part of the floor opened up a ways in front of her revealing 4 multi colored, high pressure water guns aimed ominously toward her! "Alright ladies! Please take your places at your gun of choice! I'm sure I don't have to explain how this game works" she winked. Ali's mouth hung open in disbelief. They couldn't be doing this! It was cruel and unusual punishment!

"Oookay ladies! Take your positions!" They all chose a gun and took aim, relishing the flailing feet they were about to blast with water jets! Panic overtook Ali as she was mere seconds away from the onslaught, her big eyes pleading to Gina to call this off as she rapidly shook her head, unable to form a coherent argurment, dimply pleading out a rapid fire "OHNONONONONONO" Gina raised her hand in the air, before bringing it down and shouting "BEEEGIN!" The ladies all pulled their triggers, surprised by the kick they felt as the guns were far more powerful than any of them had expected. It took them all a second to adjust to control the powerful water guns, conveniently providing Ali a few extra seconds to see the powerful jets before they met their mark. Her big, expressive eyes were wide with fear and her mouth hung open as they darted to each individual jet, knowing they were seconds away from contact. The scared look on her face being a most comical sight for the onlookers. Not to mention her feet flapping about, as if they thought they were going anywhere. The ladies got used to the kick of pressure and soon the streams made contact with the sensitive soles eliciting an entertaining howl that echoed throughout the whole carnival. Two of the ladies focused their aim on Ali's toes, while the other two simply wanted to see if it was possible to remove all of the ink from her soles, heels, and balls of her feet. They proved quite the effective team and before long, (due in part to the water soluble nature of the ink) Alis feet were soon spotless again! Leaving her tormenters now free to focus on the spots that got the most fun reactions rather than actually trying to wash them off. After some time the jets began to weaken, the streams of water no longer strong enough to clear the distance to their targets, and it was clear that this particular game was over. Gina thanked her volunteers for their participation, and encouraged them to take a bow for the exemplary job they had done. "Thanks ladies but I think it's high time we got Giggles out of this ball!" Ali vehemently nodded her head hearing this, eager for this stage show to finally end, with Gina spraying her in the face with the last amount of power in one of the water guns in response, removing the remaining clown makeup on her face.

Meanwhile, Jacues laughed to himself. He left one final surprise in the lining of Ali's top, one that he knew would make a splash with the viewers. You see, the process of releasing someone from these orbs meant that the orb would push out all material that was not what the orb itself was made of, basically pushing out the person and all of their clothing. However, the cups of Ali's top were lined with the same strong rubbery material that made up the orbs, meaning they would be staying behind once she made her exit. How else could he have reinforced the cups to contain her bouncy bits? He chuckled again, knowing full well that that wasn't the reason why he did it. Gina manipulated the release mechanism on the back, instantly ejecting Ali out of the ball with another audible *BWOP* in a standing position. Ali took a breath, finally out of the humiliating predicament, not realizing she went straight from the frying pan to the fire. Upon her release, the audience roared to life, Ali was exhausted, but weakly waved at her still adoring public with a smile, assuming the renewed enthusiasm was a thank you for being a good sport. Gina approached Ali with a smile and said "Ummmm... sweetie?" As she used her fingertips on the undersides of Ali's breasts to lightly bounce them. Ali looked down, only to see that now she was topless! With only the pasties she was given earlier covering her nipples! She scrambled to cover herself, attempting to explain. "Oh OH! The top Jacques made for me must have slipped off! It must be still be in the ball!" This statement amused the crowd but made the group of jealous ladies all raise an eyebrow as they looked at each other, putting two and two together and realizing the handsome stranger they were all so captivated by may have maniplulated them. They had been HAD. And they weren't especially pleased by this realization.

Jacques wisely knew to take Ali's utterance of his name as his queue to cut his fun short and attempt to leave. He tiptoed slowly backwards before turning in an attempt to make a hasty exit, but upon turning around he was greeted by his former admirers, now having less than amused looks on their faces, their arms crossed disapprovingly. "You know, if there's ONE thing we like less than showoffs, it's shameless CADS who take advantage of a naive, young girls trust!" Jacques could only sheepishly smile and wave to them as he attempted to talk his way out of this pickle. "Ahh ahaa nono, ladiezz, you have it ah... how you say, all wrong. I ah, ehhhh-" the group of women began to advance, surrounding him. "Nownow, we can talk about zis" but his reasoning did little to sway them as they closed in, their shadows all descending upon him. Meanwhile, back on stage, Ali's embarrassed, blushing cheeks were on full display now that her makeup was removed, and her eyes gazed down embarrassingly at her exposed breasts as her toes fanned, fluttered, and currled in embarrassment. "AH!! OOHOHOO nono! Don't look!" Ali scrambled to cover up, her hot red face burning in humiliation! Gina only added to her mortification, lightly poking and pinching at Ali's midsection and breasts as she bounced and danced, helplessly tittering as she hopped around from foot to foot. "Alright, everyone give it up for Giggles the bouncy clown!" The audience provided Ali with a standing ovation at the magnificent show that would be the talk of the town for some time to come. Ali gave a thank you wave, stipl quite embarrassed, and smiled politely, her face still as bright red as her pedicured toes. The curtain shut and Ali was escorted back to the dressing room to change back into her street clothes.

The sun began to set on the carnival grounds as the festivities wound down for the day. Announcements over the PA system informed the fairgoers that it was last call for food and drink, and to get any last minute games in while they could. Ali was exhausted, making her way toward the exit, her sensitive feet still tingling from their cruelly ticklish treatment. She wanted to go take a bath with a glass of wine and a big nap, but also wanted to thank Jacques one more time for the new shoes she loved so much before leaving, still not realizing his hand in the stage show. She meandered around for a but but was unable to find him, thinking it would be a shame not to be able to thank him with a peck on the cheek. As she was about to give up and leave she spotted an unusual sight! A crowd had formed around the dunking booth, still curiously open as all the other attractions were all shut down. As she approached she saw the commotion was being caused by the group of ladies who used the water guns on her on stage! They were all positioned in front of a dunk tank, with Jacques tied up and gagged in only his underwear. Nailing bullseye after bullseye, he repeatedly plunged into the icy cold water below him before being raised back up by ropes. Ali approached the women curious about what was going on. The women assured Ali that Jacques was so inspired by her performance he couldn't wait to volunteer himself! Not to mention he needed to "cool off" a bit. They all informed her with a laugh. Ali smiled and clapped as she waved to Jacques, not noticing the angered look on his face as he glared at her and the other women. *PLUNK* *SPLOOSH* Jacques once again fell into the icy tank. "Thank you Jacques! So happy to have inspired you!" As he was once again hoisted back onto the platform, Ali approached and gave him a thank you peck on the cheek as he struggled amidst muffled protests at his current position. "I'm wiped OUT from today, but have fun you guys!" And with that Ali took her leave, no worse for the wear, exiting the carnival grounds as she heard the distant impacts against the target and loud splashes that faded into the distance behind her as she walked home.

THE END
 
Very nice! This was very entertaining! I love the humor, I love the tickling, I love the characters. The way you set it up and executed was well done.
 
I am truly amazed by your writing style. I LOVE the slow build up of anticipation and desire to see Ali's soles tickled, even through small details such as showing most of the soles during the obstacle course, feet and toes getting nervous at Jacques's scrutinizing gaze, etc etc. Keep up the good work :D
 
Yes this was a good story.

Just wondering though how people know her feet are off the charts ticklish? Is there a backstory to that?
 
This is actually my 3rd story featuting this character! The 2 others are much shorter and go into why she has that reputation. Maybe I should have made that more clear ��
 
Giggles was sure in quite the ticklish predicament here &#55357;&#56841; The setting, explanation of the situation, and her character arc throughout the story was very well developed and I like how you got into her psyche. Great use of detail and display of the characters feelings. I’m excited to read the rest of your stories and what is coming next!
 
That was a wonderful and well written story. I am going to read MissLyss04's other stories for more details to learn about the protagonist's reputation. Maybe the jealous ladies will use their fingernails in future stories rather than the water guns. Hmm
 
Absolutely loved this! I adore big helpless ticklish bare feet and reading stories about them. Well done MissLyss04.
 
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