Do you mean this one? It was written by advanact years ago, if I recall. Enjoy!!!
Part One
THE YEAR: Sometime Real Soon
After years of development, testing day had finally arrived.
William had booked off a month's vacation to be the first to
explore the worlds of the algorithmic virtual reality
entertainment simulator; a contraption that promised to provide
Bill with millions of dollars in royalties and a life of
leisure if it succeeded and an eternity of lawsuits if a fatal
bug should pass through to the end-product. Unlike previous
models, which provided users with a virtual world through
primitive 'eye phones' and physical feedback body suits, this
device actually tapped into the central nervous system through
an electronic interface skull cap replacing a person's real-
world senses with the computer's simulated ones.
The signals from this cap had been designed to override the
nervous system and paralyze the body into a comatose state.
Once the participant had been neutralized, the mind would be
fed the images, tastes, sights and sounds of their new fantasy
world in response to the client's actions. What the computer
generated, the person would see, feel, taste and hear just as
they would in the real world. For all intents and purposes the
person would BE in their own fantasy world; they would LIVE the
adventure!
After the first few tests, another advantage had been
discovered: relative time passed between 10 and 20 times
faster for a person 'under the hat' than in the real world.
This would mean that for every 15 hours or so that a person
explored their fantasy world, only one hour of actual time
would pass on the 'outside'. For the first time in history,
computers would literally save time for a user of the system.
With this device, an eight hour work day could be condensed
into an hour, committee meetings would only take up minutes of
your time, and a lunch break could be spun into an entire day
off! This device promised to revolutionize communications and
travel, enable people to interact in computer generated
simulations of boardrooms, laboratories and classrooms to share
ideas and explore parts of the world known only through
storybooks.
It was also gonna be loads 'o' fun.
William had moved the apparatus to a local hospital for this
first experiment. For the month he lived in the world 'under
the hat', he would be fed intravenously and cared for like a
coma patient while he explored his worlds. For more than a
year (his time), William would wander through the dozen-odd
places he had simulated and explore the system's ingenuity.
And it really would be exploring! The magic of the algorithmic
simulator was its ability to piece together bits of known story
from its database of culture and theory to create a new world
in which a person could interact.
While a person could set up the parameters for their adventure,
they would have no way of knowing just how the system had
interpreted the rules. You wanted a murder mystery? Blam!
You had one, but didn't have a clue who the characters were or
whodunnit. Want an adventure game? Poof! You're in it...go
forth and discover.
Lying back on the bed, William readied himself for the trip to
the 'other side'.
"Man," he muttered, "this trip had better be as much fun I've
set it to be. After all that work I need a nice, simple,
mindless vacation.." Bill let the nurse insert his I.V., took a
deep breath and flipped the switch... Darkness.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing William saw was a
castle in the clouds floating atop a meadow of pink humanoid
bunny rabbits, working in a field to harvest their carrot crop.
He was in Cartoonland, a conglomeration of all the animated
films, shorts and television shows that had ever been made;
processed through his system to create a new world of fantasy.
And now he was a character in his own cartoon adventure.
"Wow," Bill whispered from under a low whistle, "I can't
believe how real this is! Dammit! It works! I'm gonna be
rich!".
Standing up from the giant purple mushroom that made his bed,
he checked over his person. It seemed as though the system had
interpreted his wishes perfectly and created the wear-free
comfortable jeans and cotton shirt that he had specified.
"Something's wrong here", he thought, "Ah! The jeans are blue
all right, but the shirt's pink with blue stripes. Ah well, I
can fix that in a jiffy." And with that thought he reached to
his wrist-mounted override system; which was a small computer
generated by the algorithmic processor to enable Bill to
control his surroundings. He specified a grey shirt and, poof,
he was wearing one.
"Faaaaaantastic.", he whispered, as he specified some
illusionary food, "Everything's real. Everything <gulp> tastes
and feels better than it should! This is gonna be great!" and
with a last swallow of his green eggs and ham, Bill hopped off
the soft, green rock that had made his dining chair and
sauntered through the meadow on the spongy, green grass of his
new home. Without a care in the world, he looked about and
decided that he might as well head towards the cartoon
mountains in the far distance. It looked as though it might
take a week to reach them and who knew what adventures might
pop up along the way. Singing flowers and laughing rabbits
popping up to join him along his walk, it seemed as though the
goal of Cartoonland, to be a happy, joyous place where everyone
had fun, was a success!
For the next hour, Bill marveled at the sights of Cartoonland.
Watching birds build Tudor homes in the maples, fish chatting
it up with the frogs and field mice and fluttering pixies who
added their giggles to the mix. Roaming about at random,
followed by a small marching-band of elves, Bill decided at
last to rest and jogged to a nearby meadow.
As soon as he veered towards the peaceful clearing, his escort
of elves bolted into the surrounding brush. Puzzled by their
sudden departure, Bill examined the area for signs of danger
but found none. "Ah well, all the better to find a quiet place
in the forest," he thought. "Now, that boulder by the brook
seems to be an ideal resting spot..." and he continued on his
way.
Laying back against the rock to watch the cloud-castles go by,
Bill specified a drink and some snacks on his wrist-computer
and settled in for a nap. Life here was just too good.
<giggle>
"Hmmm?" thought Bill, "What was that?"
Then he heard it again. A deep, sensuous, female giggle coming
from somewhere near his resting rock. Curious, he stood up and
walked around the boulder to investigate.
"<giggle> ... Well", said the same, deep contralto voice,
behind him now. "Well, what do we have here?"
Bill spun about to see who was following him and gasped in
shock at his pursuer. Standing, if you could call that crouch
a stand, a mere ten paces behind him was a cartoon octopus
twice his height. All eight tentacles writhing about the
ground like snakes with each a mind their own.
His breath caught in a moment of panic before he took his
bearings and remembered his location. He was in Cartoonland,
after all, and the one thing he made damn sure of before he
went 'under the hat' of the algorithmic world simulator was
that everything would be harmless. He couldn't even grow
hungry or thirsty; food was just a luxury to be savoured.
Fright was an option if he wanted the raciness of an adventure
but he would never feel a pain stronger than a gentle slap and
certainly his body in the real world would never feel a
moment's stress; nothing would ever change out there. Heck, he
was set for a year-long tour, maybe more, and if things ever
grew too tough, or too dull, he could shut the whole thing down
and escape back to the 'outside' with a command from his wrist
unit.
"<giggle>," said the octopus, "and who might you be, you
darling little man?"
More sure of himself, Bill examined his pursuer. A light pink
in color, the body of the octopus stood a full twelve feet
above the ground. Feminine blue eyes looked out from under
long lashes and thick, sensuous red lips smiled back at his
grin.
"Why, I'm William Anderson. I made this world and everything
in it, and now I'm here to explore."
"Billy! Oh, what a precious name," the octopus giggled,
batting her eyes and twisting her arms into the shape of bows
beside her head, "Oh, and such a funny boy too! <giggle> So
you made the world, did you? How sweet..." The octopus
tittered some more and peered out from between her tentacles.
"This is astounding", thought Bill, "this thing definitely
doesn't obey any laws of biology or physics I know, and I sure
as hell didn't set any sea-creatures to be roaming the meadow.
The processor really can invent worlds at whim!
"Who knows what I might run into next. No suction cups on the
arms of this critter, no beak underneath the head either, just
eight soft, pink arms and a great, round head, wrinkle free
too! The computer must have invented it all."
Curious, Bill asked, "And who are you? What do you do around
here?"
"Why, I'm Suzy. <giggle>... I make sure that everyone's happy
when they come to Merry Meadow. <giggle> ... That's what the
girls and I call this place."
The possibility of a problem clicked in the back of Bill's
head, but he couldn't quite place his finger on what it might
be. "Ah, well," he thought, "Ignore it for now. I might as
well get into the spirit of things."
Suzy giggled some more and batted her eyes at Bill, caressing
each of her arms within the others as she smiled. Amused by
the antics of the giant beast, Bill half laughed his reply,
"And how do you make people happy, Suzy?"
"Why, I make them giggle and laugh and smile. Oh, you're such
a brave little boy to be coming to Merry Meadow all by
yourself. Most of our forest friends hide when they see us
coming."
Bill's bad feeling began to grow stronger. A little nervous,
he asked, "Wh-why would they hide from you Suzy?"
"<giggle> ... Oh, Billy. You look so frightened!" Touching
the tip of a tentacle to the edge of her smirking lips, the
octopus cooed, "You wouldn't happen to be a ticklish little boy
now, would you?"
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Part Two
And then Bill saw the problem. While he would never feel pain
in this world, he sure as hell could be tickled, and being
captured in the grasp of a giant, tickling octopus would put a
major kink in his plans for an easy vacation. At this, the
first sign of trouble, Bill reached for his wrist-com to shut
down the simulation.
"Uh, uuhhh, uuuuhhhhh," taunted Suzy, as an arm wrapped about
his wrist "Don't be a naughty boy now. Momma spank."
Bill tried to break free from the tentacle, but the strength of
the monster was too great. With ease, Suzy wrapped his legs
and arms in her firm grasp and lifted Bill off his feet.
Distracting him with a gentle tickle to his ribs, Suzy used the
pencil-thin tips of her arms to remove the computer from his
wrist. Bill was helpless.
"No!" he yelled, "Give that back!"
"Now, now," Suzy scolded, as she swung the tiny computer in
front of Bill's face "I don't think you're in any position to
be making demands here young man." And with that, she tossed
the computer in the air, where it was quickly snatched away by
a passing bird. Bill felt his hope fading as he watched the
tiny creature fly off towards the distant mountains, clutching
his only hope of rescue in its talons.
"No!" Bill cried again, "Please, please, get that back. I'll
do anything!"
"Now, now, poor baby," cooed Suzy as she twisted her tentacles
into a rocking cradle, "don't you worry your pretty head. Your
little machine's going to live in the mountains now. I'm sure
the birdie will love to trade it with one of his friends for
some seeds or raisins. It'll have a good home now, I promise."
Bill knew he was in trouble. Without the wrist-com, he had no
defense and couldn't communicate with the outside world, which
meant he would have to spend at least a year and a half trapped
in Cartoonland until the simulation shut down at the
predetermined maximum time!
He had to talk his way out of this but fast!
"Suzy," Bill reasoned, in as calm a voice as he could muster,
"with that little machine I can control anything in this world.
I can build you anything you want and make all of your dreams
come true! Merry Meadow can be as big as you want and as happy
as you would like it. I can make a whole field of laughing
flowers for you if you want, or a giant giggling feather that
tickled anyone who walked by. Just bring me back my wrist-com
and I'll make you happier than you ever dreamed!"
"Oh, Billy!" the octopus squealed, as she wrapped her tentacles
about him in a cuddly hug, "That's the sweetest, most precious
thing any boy has ever said to me." She pulled him towards
her, "Give me a kiss you beautiful little man." and with that,
Suzy made a dining-tray sized pucker and covered Bill's entire
face with her affection.
Bill smiled from under the tentacles restraining his shoulders.
"I'm glad you feel that way Suzy. Now, why don't you put me
down so we can find that communicator and make you the happiest
octopus ever!"
"<giggle> Oh, you silly, silly little boy," Suzy tut-tutted as
she caressed Bill's face with the tip of an arm, "I don't need
any of those things. All I want in this world is to make
little boys like you happy. Now, let's take a look at that
precious little tummy of yours..."
"But I, mmmmrrrph!" Bill's reply was cut short by a soft, pink
tentacle covering his mouth. Gently, his arms were pinned to
his sides and his body firmly cuddled into an enclosing tunnel
of flesh. Lying before the head of the giant beast, Bill could
feel the tentacles parting to expose his lower chest. In
Suzy's practiced arms it took little time before the buttons on
Bill's shirt were undone and his skin was bared to the warm,
summery air.
"Hmmmmm. This is my favourite part of the tickle. <giggle>
The little boy's anticipation of what's to come." Suzy wiggled
a tentacle-tip in front of Bill's face. "Tell me, precious,
"she purred, " Where could I find your most ticklish spot, hmm?
Maybe on your ribs, or under your arms <giggle> ... could it be
your belly-button, hmm? Or maybe those cute, little wiggly
feet <giggle>. Oh! We'll explore them all until you're just
an adorable little ball of giggles!"
Bill struggled, but it was no use. Although he could breathe,
Suzy had him wrapped tight enough that there was no hope of
escape. "Mmmmmrrrrrruuumph!" Bill cried, as he shook his head
from side to side.
"Oh? What's that? You think it's your tummy? <giggle> ...
Well, let's see if you're right...", Bill saw the tips of two
wiggling tentacles drift towards his midsection.
"Mmmmmmrrrrrph! Mmmmmmmmrrrph!"
"<giggle> Oh, you're so adorable!" tittered Suzy. "Cootchie,
cootchie, coo! Who has a ticklish little tummy now, hmm? Does
my little boy? Hmm? Does he? Does he?"
Bill could feel the two, warm fingers poking at his sides. He
jumped as they began to wiggle.
"Oh! He does! Billy does have a ticklish little tummy!
<giggle> ... Tickle, tickle, tickle. Cootchie, coo. Oh! Look
at him wiggle. Look at that little belly wiggle! <giggle>
Kitchy, kitchy. Kitchy, kitchy koooooo..."
"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmph mmmph mmmph mm m m m m
mmmmmmmmm! M!MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!" Bill could
hardly stand the tickling sensations. With only two tentacles
wiggling beneath his ribs, the octopus already had him in
helpless laughter. Trapped in her warm, cocooning embrace,
Bill could do nothing but struggle in a hopeless attempt to
escape.
"Oh you squirmy, squirmy little boy! Cootchie, coo! Kitchy,
kitchy. <giggle> ... What a ticklish little tummy you have!
<giggle> ... Tickle tickle
tickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickle!"
"MM MMMM mm mm m m m m mmmmmm m m MMMMMM!!!
MMRRRRR RRRRRRPP PPPPHHH HHHHH! MMMMMRPPH!!!!! MMRPH!! mrp
mrp mrp m m m m m m m mm MMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMRPPPPPPHhhhhh!!!!!"
Pursing her lips, the octopus lifted Bill to a reclining
position before her and wiggled her six other tentacles in
anticipation. Eyes twinkling, Suzy continued to taunt her
prey.
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Part Three
"Oh! You're so helpless! Such a helpless little tickly boy,
aren't you? <giggle> ... aren't you now? Aren't you just my
helpless little tickly boy <giggle> .. C'mon, tell me now.
Tell me you're my helpless little tickly boy."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrpppppppppppppphhhhhhh!"
"<giggle> ... What's that? Hmm? You want a new tickle? Well
<giggle> ... How about that cute little bouncy belly-button of
yours, hmm? Hmmm? <giggle> ..." Bill watched in dread as
another wiggling tentacle descended to tease his midsection.
"mmmm m m m m m mmmm mMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMRRRPH!"
"Oh, and it's such a tiny little one too!", cooed Suzy. "I
wonder if my little finger-tip can fit inside. <giggle> ...
Oh! Oh! It does! It does fit inside my little tickly boy's
button! Cootchie, coo! Gitsie gitsee goo! Tickle tickle
tickle...."
"mm m mmmmmMMMMMMMMMM", Bill was near tears with the addition
of this new torment. Squirming and wriggling in her cuddling
arms, Bill was helpless to resist the tickling caresses.
"What a widdle dawwing," she taunted, "What a dawwing widdle
boy! Oh! Lessee his widdle manly chest! <giggle> ... Let's
take off that shirt and see those sweet little ribs. How many
do you have Billy? Hmm? <giggle> ...". Parting her coils, the
octopus bared the remainder of her captive's chest. Clenching
Bill's waist, shoulders, arms and legs in a cuddling embrace,
the creature continued to tease his belly with her feathery
caress.
Desperate to keep his ribs free from the torment Suzy planned,
Bill struggled frantically to break free. Shaking his head and
begging for mercy from under the muffling tentacle, Bill knew
that worse was yet to come.
"MMMPH! MMMMPH! mm mm mm mmm mmmm MMMMMMMMPPPHHHH H H HHH
HH H HH H H! MMMRRRPH! MMRRPPHHHH!! M M M M Mm m
m m m m "
"Why, what's that?! <giggle> You don't know how many ribs you
have?!?! Oh, my! Well, mummy will count them for you then..."
And with that, Suzy lifted Bill's arms above his head, removed
his shirt and sent two more wiggling tentacles towards the
spread-eagled man.
Kneading the bottom of his ribcage, Suzy began to count.
"<giggle> Ooooooone ... Twoooooo ... kitchie, kitchie ...
Threeeeeee, Cootchie Cootchie, cooooo ... Fooo .. uh ...
<giggle> .. Oh, you made me loose count! You naughty little
boy!" Pursing her lips, Suzy wiggled a scolding tentacle
before her face, "Just for that young William, I'll tickle one
of those cute fuzzy armpits too! You bad little boy!" And as
the sixth tentacle began to wiggle beneath the arm of her
hysterical prey, the octopus began to count again.
"Oooooonnnnneee ... Twooooooooo ... Threeeeeeeeee ..
<giggle> ...Who's a good boy, Billy hmmm? ... Foooooooooour
... Fiiiiiiiiiive ... <giggle>... Siiiiiiiiix ... Who's
mummy's good little ticklish baby boy! <giggle> ...
Seeeeeevvvvveeeeennn ... Eeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaiiigght ... Oh! What
a good widdle boy! I can count your widdle wiggling wibs!
Wiggle, wiggle. Kitchy, kitchie koooooo... Niiiiiiiiiinnnne
.... Giggle for mummy now, giggle for mummy you tickly widdle
boy <giggle>... that's a goooooood baby!"
Bill was in tears. With the tips of six tentacles attacking his
ribs, belly and armpit, he was helpless in muffled, hysterical
laughter. With what little conscious thought remained, the man
began to dread the other torments yet to come.
"Oh! You're such a good little boy!" the octopus squealed in
delight. "I'll bet you want another tickle, hmmm? Hmmm?
<giggle> ... Well, Suzy still has two more giggly, wriggly
tentacles to tease you with! Where will mummy put them, hmm?
Where, where, where ... <giggle> ... not ribs ... not tummy ...
not widdle belly <giggle> .. Oh! I know! Mummy's boy needs
another wriggly, giggly, tickly armpit! Cootchie, kitchie,
coooo!" and another tentacle snaked towards the defenceless
man.
"m
MMPH!
mm
MMMPH!
mmm
MMMMMPPPHH!!!
m m m mmmmmmmmmmmmm
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHH!!!!!"
Convinced that he was already at his maximum ticklable state,
Bill was astounded to find that the gentle stroking of this
seventh tentacle pushed him closer yet to the edge of sanity.
"Oh god!" he prayed, "please let me pass out! Please, please,
please!!!!" But this tickle monster knew the limits of her
toys and always kept them from the peace of that escape.
Varying her attacks and wriggling her tentacles in practiced
caresses, Suzy could keep a tickle-toy laughing for days on
end.
"<giggle>"
The final arm descended towards the squirming man. "Now,
where, oh, where can my eighth little arm go? <giggle> ... on
your widdle tummy? ... No, we already have three wiggly arms
there ... Oh! On your wiggly widdle wibs! <giggle> ... Oh,
dear, no room there either ... widdle armpits ... widdle wibs
... widdle tummy ... Hmmm ...Oh! You still have your pants on,
you naughty little boy! <giggle> ... What are you hiding from
mummy, hmmmm?"
Firmly pressing his legs together, Suzy wrapped Bill's ankles
tight and began to unbutton his jeans. Cuddling his hips in a
firm, fleshy embrace, Suzy gently massaged the waist of the
man's pants and began to pull the cloth down towards his
ankles.
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Part Four
"Now let's see what you were hiding ... Oh! ... <giggle> ...
You naughty widdle baby boy! You really are a happy man now!
<giggle> ... Just to teach you to be a good, happy widdle boy,
I'll save that tickly tickly ticklyticklyticklyticklytickly toy
to the very last!", fondling Bill's groin through his cotton
briefs, Suzy continued to pull his jeans down to his ankles.
"MMPRHRRHHHH!!! MMMPPPPHH!!!!
MM
MMM
MMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHH H H HH H H!!!!"
"<giggle> ... Oh, don't you worry your widdle wiggly head.
Suzy'll find another place to tickle you. Hmm, now where on
these legs would be the most giggly, wiggly spot to cootchie my
helpless little boy, hmm? <giggle> ... on your widdle thighs
... Kitchie, kitchie koo! <giggle> ... Cootchie cootchie!
Oh! You're such a happy widdle boy, Billy! ... <giggle> ...
How about your widdle calves ... Gitsie gitsie goooooo!
Cootchie cootchie ... <giggle> ... and those widdle knees ...
Oh! You're such a widdle squirmer today! Kootchie kootchie!
C'mon, giggle for Suzy ... giggle for mummy you widdle ticklish
boy <giggle> ... " With all eight arms tormenting the
helpless man, the octopus continued to taunt
"Oh, no! No more widdle wiggly arms to tickle my widdle boy
with!" Suzy gasped in mock panic, "Whatever shall we do!?!"
"MMMMMMPPPH! MMMPH! MM mMM mm m m mMMMM!MM!MM!MMMM!!!
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!! HHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
MMMM
MM
MMMM
MMMMMMMMMM
MMPPPHH!!!!!" Bill begged for mercy from beneath the muffling
tentacle but it was no use. He was just the tickle-toy of this
giant monster and had no hope of escape from her giggly
torments. His only chance was that she would eventually tire
of this game and hunt down another ticklish captive. But Suzy
wasn't about to stop just yet...
"<sigh> ... I have only eight arms to tickle you with, you poor
little boy. Oh, how I wish I could think of something more,
some possible way to make you even happier..." Suzy looked
wistfully off into the distance as Bill continued in his
muffled, hysterical struggle; the eight tentacles dancing over
his body in a continuous tickling caress.
"Hmmmmm, how about... Oh! I know <giggle> ... I can buzz your
widdle belly with my widdle wips!" And with that, Suzy sent
tentacle number three drifting down from Bill's belly and
towards his second defenceless kneecap. With her prey
frantically shaking his head from side to side, the octopus
lifted him towards her pouting lips and began to coo, "Bzzzzz,
bzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzz <giggle> ... you'd better run Billy, my
buzzing lips are gonna getcha! They're gonna getcha! Bzzzz,
bzzzz, bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! <giggle> ... my fat
widdle wips are gonna getcha! bzzzzzzzzz!! Mummy's gonna give
her little Billy a belly buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!"
"MMMMMRRRPH!!!! mMMMMMPRRRRPPPHH!!! MMMMPPRRRRPPHH!!!
MMMPRRRPH!" Bill struggled, but it was no use. Suzy's giant
lips kissed his belly and began to buzz in earnest.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRRR
RRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Mppp Mppp
Mpp Mpppppp MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
PPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bill was frantic. With eight arms bringing him to a state of
hysteria, the addition of the octopus' taunting, vibrating lips
had pushed him over the edge. With tummy, kneecaps, rips,
armpits and legs all receiving the practiced caress of his
tickle mistress, the tickle toy finally lost control.
"Oh! <giggle> ... Oh, my!" Suzy exclaimed in mock concern,
pulling her wiggling arms from the man's body. "Did my widdle
boy wet his widdle pants? Hmm? Did he?"
"mrph hmm", Bill nodded in sheepish exhaustion from beneath the
octopus' soft, muffling arm.
Weaving her tentacles into a cradle for the limp man, Suzy lay
Bill before her and pulled his sodden briefs to the jeans
crumpled at his ankles. Wrapping him in a gentle cocoon of
pink flesh, Suzy began to massage the body of her exhausted
captive.
"Oh yessssss, doesn't that feel good Billy? My arms can stroke
all of your body at once, from your soft little bum to the tips
of your little fingers." Gently kissing and intimately
fondling her pet, Suzy cooed, "Doesn't that feel good my
precious, widdle boy?"
"mmmmm...", nodding his head from beneath the loving wrap, the
man moaned his agreement.
"Gooooood baby. Now, you just go to sleep and rest up for your
next playtime. There's nothing like a snuggly little nap after
a wiggly game of tickles. <giggle> ... Oh, the girls are going
to love you! So cute, so soft and such a ticklish little boy
too!"
"hmmmmm...", Bill moaned some more and tried to stay awake but
found the gentle command of the octopus too inviting to deny.
Slowly, despite his best efforts, William's eyes began to
close.
"Gooooood baby. What a good little boy you are. Go to sleep
Billy, mummy will take you home." Pivoting her body under the
eight, well-muscled arms, Suzy turned towards a path in the
cartoon forest and began to carry her captive away from Merry
Meadow.
As her coils rolled beneath her, the creature began to rock
Bill's cradle of caresses and hummed a soft lullaby. Looking
fondly over her new pet, the octopus cooed "Sleep, little boy,
sleeeeeeeeep. By the time you're awake, you'll be in your new
home. Hussssssssssshhhhhhhhhhh. Hussssssssssshhhhhhhh"
On the edge of consciousness, Bill directed his remaining
energy towards a plan of escape but knew there would be none.
Without his wrist computer, he would remain the captive of this
tickle monster and her friends for the better part of two years
unless he could find another way... but what? He had to get
that computer back, some way, some how... but sleep was
overcoming him.
"Husssssshhhhhhhhhh. Hussssssssshhhhhhhh. Sleep little boy...
sleeeeeeeeep. Suzy will take care of everything.
Sleeeeeeeep..."
Having entered into a land of computer created cartoons only
hours before, William Anderson now understood that his plight
was quite real. Struggling vainly in one last attempt to
escape from the octopus' intimately caressing embrace, the
helpless man squirmed, yawned and fell asleep.
