Inverse
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Wrote this for my friend Green~ and mostly for myself. Felt like I had to. Was like lifting a load off my back. A bit of a personal story. Wasn't sure if I was going to post it here or not. I think I've given it enough time GG. <3 Ty for giving me the power to write it. 🙂
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“Acceptance”
by Inverse~ <3
I was very tired that night. Sleep hasn't been easy for me lately. I've done all I can to stay awake, but after these last few days I really couldn't do it anymore. Even with the nightmares, I knew I would fall asleep eventually. People at school noticed it, my baggy eyes and sullen attitude. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone. Nobody really bothered me... they wouldn't understand what it felt like to have the dreams I did. They wouldn't really get me.
I splashed my face, the water was freezing, but it did little to refresh me. I could see I was losing this fight to stay awake. My reflection was muddled, blonde hair matted to my cheeks. Green eyes coming out of focus... maybe I should talk to someone. Tell someone what was happening to me. These nightmares didn't seem to end. It was like I had to face them or they would be the end of me, but I knew once I fell asleep I wouldn't be able to escape them. The terror would begin and I had no choice but to succumb to it.
I was pretty young by the standards of a lot of people. Though as you can see by my writing, old enough to understand that what I was going through wasn't normal. Like most people, I knew how to do a basic Google search. I was having night terrors, but people aren't supposed to be able to remember these. The brain forgets it, unable to handle to despair and darkness. My brain chose to not only make me remember, but not forget a single detail. I had no choice but to understand implicitly what would happen when I fell asleep~ I remember every second.
I sat on the edge of my bed, feeling my chest. My finger had just barely touched my nipple before I immediately pulled away with a hiss. It was sensitive, even my own touch felt like a light little shock to my senses. Within a second, it had already hardened into a fine little tip. My breasts weren't exactly too developed, if they ever would be. I most likely would be made fun of for how small they would be throughout school, but whatever...
I laid back, I really shouldn't have. I felt my body getting heavy as I descended. I thought to myself, maybe if I laid down for just a brief moment, I would get enough energy to stay up for just a few moments...I didn't even make it to the bed sheet itself. Almost the instant I landed on my back, the world fell dark... I heard that familiar sound of dread. A vibrating pulse in every direction, as if I were inside a dark, living chamber.
It was going to start again. I shouted out, but I couldn't hear my voice. It was taken from me, and as the pulses got louder I felt my body begin to betray me. My hands came up before me, my arms completely out of my control and I wiggled my fingers in midair. It was as if I was taunting myself, knowing what was coming soon, as I was forced to slowly undress myself. Reaching for my pajamas, my top first over my head and tossed to the side. I wore no bra, there wasn't really any need to~ though now I wish I had.
Next I began undoing the little bow that tied my pants up. I had made the knots tight tonight~ but I undid them with ease. No matter how hard I resisted or willed myself to stop, I couldn't do it. I was a prisoner in my own body. Revealing my panties to myself, I felt my eyes drawn to them, hooking my fingers alongside them and removing them too. I closed my eyes, forcing them shut as I became nude to the darkness.
I never understood why I did this to myself, why I undressed so willingly, already put under the control of my own nightmare. This always happened, every time, and every time I would feel so ridiculously ashamed and yet at the same time I realized how free it felt to be so exposed, but I couldn't really enjoy it. Even as I thought about it, I felt the words begin to echo all around me. My own voice, coming from my own lips...
“Tickle...”
I opened my eyes, just in time to see them. The dozens of feathers and hands reaching from the darkness. They were far away, too far to touch me. I shut my eyes then I fear and tried to will them away, tried my best to wake up but I couldn't do it. My lips opened again, and I knew I would speak against my will.
“Tickle... Tickle...”
My voice was so clear, loud, echoing along walls I could not see. My arms and legs suddenly reaching outward, feeling myself literally floating in nothingness, stretching as tightly as I could. My eyes dared to open again, just in time to see them only a few arms length. They were getting closer and closer~ and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to scream, to run or something! Anything to get away. There were hundreds of those hands, each with wiggling fingertips. Some feminine, with long slender nails and agile curves and tips. Other hands were larger, masculine and strong. Even those fingers had nails that seemed perfectly filed for tickling touches~ just one of those hands would nearly cover my entire rib cage~
“Tickle me. I want to be tickled.”
No I did not! I wanted anything BUT to be tickled! Someone had to end this~ someone had to stop it. Yet I did nothing to even struggle from the approaching finger tips. There were feathers amongst them, floating beside them, floating closer toward me. I felt my lips curl into a smile, and with a sense of dread felt my back arch a bit, allowing my flat chest to extend outward. I realized them what was going to happen, as two feathers slowly floated past the rest of the crowd and headed toward my breasts.
I could hear the pulsing around me get louder as I smiled wider and wider. My head looked upward, away from my breasts, and as I stared I saw an image before me. Upon the darkness over my body an image of my breasts and chest could be seen. Everything above my neck and below my navel was faded, only my body could be seen and as I stared I realized I couldn't look away. The feathers approaching my chest looked gigantic in the huge projection, and as they suddenly touched the image of the left nipple, my body immediately flinched and my eyes grew wide~
No.
It couldn't possibly be that sensitive.
Yet already the bristles were already teasing in slow circles around and around and I could feel every single one of them make every piece of my being want to pull away. To do anything to move away from them, but I couldn't~ and because I couldn't I felt it. The tickling, that horrible tickling sensation has begun and it was too much to bear. I looked up as the feather began to brush, flick rapidly over the hardening nipple in the floating image. The other feather joining in with the flicking touch which began to tickle so fast the feather tips were almost a blur~
...and I laughed. Oh, I laughed. My mouth parted as tears fell down my open eyes, unable to close them. Forced to watch my nipples be awakened to this tickle torture. Screaming with hysterical sounds of false glee~
“Aaaaaaahahahahahahahhahaaaha~!!!!!”
I screamed and giggled~ feeling the twirling, vibrating feathers slow down, just long enough for me to suddenly take a sharp deep breath and speak with a giggling tone.
“Heeeheehee~ I'm so ticklish. Please keep tickling my breasts. They are the most ticklish spot...”
The betrayal of my lips caused my heart to sink~ and only made the tickling worse. The instant I stopped talking two large hands fell to my breast. They were male fingers, and they touched my flat chest in a way that made my skin burst into gooseflesh. The fingertips positioned themselves above my nipples, the thumbs below them, and with a gentle push them spread the skin taut to make them tighter~ and then the feathers returned to their work.
I looked on and on with tear filled eyes as the giant feathers in the image above me wedged beneath the large fingers and teased at the nipples before my eyes. I tried to think I was looking at someone elses torture, trying my best to think of something other than what I was feeling but it was no use. It tickled too much~!
“AAAahahaHAHAHA!!!!!!!! Aahhh...aaaaaaahhhaahahahahhaha!!!!”
My lips were wet with a bit of saliva falling down the side of my mouth, holding it open for so long I couldn't catch it even if I cared enough to do so through my hysteria. I felt it drip down my chin, onto my chest. My skin flushing with sweat, riddled in little droplets. Shimmering. My legs slightly parted, and the image before me in the sky suddenly showed more of my body, allowing me to see the tight pussy lips between my legs trickle with wetness.
I had not realized I was this wet, I had never been wet like this before. I literally continued to drop, squirt~ leaving a long, thin clear trail of wet juices that didn't seem to end. As I laughed more and more, I saw my pussy convulse and shiver and from there continue to drip freely. I was almost disgusted at my own reactions, my responses to my own torment and yet I was clearly getting more aroused by watching, and yet that arousal mixed with dread as I saw several hands position themselves at my ribs. Male fingers tips closing in from behind me. One on each side, then another pair right below the first two...
...and then another two above them at my underarms. Feminine hands, their nails finely tipped, touching at my underarms but just floating off of them.
This couldn't be happening...! If they tickled me I would die! The feathering at my nipples stopped suddenly, and almost without warning my head was released from its position, forced downward so I could see the hands upon my body. Positioned and yet not tickling, perfectly still.
“I will... refuse to laugh,” I said, trying to catch my breath from the ticklish touch. “I will struggle, and refuse, and resist all laughter,” my voice echoed softly again and again. My words coming from somewhere deep within me. Surprising even myself.
“None of it will matter. No resistance. No refusal. You must make me accept.”
The first two pairs of hands began to tickle. My eyes shot open wide, and yet my lips wouldn't even dare to smile.
Oh my gooooosh it tickled so muuuuch!!!!
...yet I refused to even crack a smile. Eyes wide as I began to shiver, shake and stutter. My body willing itself almost supernaturally to resist the sensations. “I w-will not laugh! You...ha...have to make me!”
The second pair of hands began tickling fiercely at my ribs, four of them now, rubbing and kneading my rib cage and wiggling between and over each one. Each individual hand and its fingers skillfully making the nerve endings on my skin and muscles light up with ticklish sensation wrapping around my body and willing me to laugh. Yet only a smile cracked on my lips~ saliva dripping again from them as I stuttered, the occasional laugh spilling from my lips as I resisted with all my might.
“Ga~ aha....I wi...will not let go. I wi..will... ahahaa~ not...laugh! Please...please...~ tickle me.”
My head rose up to see the fingers on the image wildly, furiously wrecking ticklish havoc upon my thin pale body. I looked on, just in time to see the fingertips at my underarms begin to torment me in a way that was so ridiculously effective on me, I felt my eyes suddenly tear up with despair as I felt myself begin to sob. Literally begin to cry as I was overwhelmed by the sensations themselves, laughter only sporadically escaping my lips.
I realize now that these were my true feelings. My true reactions coming out from me. The ticklish laughter withheld if only for a moment for me to see it, to feel it, this forced torment and its powerful effect on my mind and body. This was a nightmare I couldn't wake up from, and yet I would have to eventually accept this fact. Accept that all my reactions, even the laughter, were as true as the tears coming from my eyes. I smiled then, through the sobs and felt the laughter building, building more and more.
...laughter turning into a large scream...
“AAAAAAAAAHHHH~~~~!!!!!”
...only to spill into hysteria...!
“AaaAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAAHAHA!!!!”
My tongue flew out of my mouth, laying against my lips as the tickling began to destroy me. I was literally squirting without end. Spraying down my thighs and out below my clit with sharp little streams of ticklish excitement that only increased as the feathers returned to their brutal feathering of my sensitive nipples. It felt like I had spent an eternity here and there would only be more waiting for me.
“Are you ready to give in to yourself?” a voice had said inside my head. Echoing loudly. It was my own voice. Speaking to me with a soft tone. “Are you ready to allow yourself to accept your change?”
I couldn't answer. I couldn't breath, I stopped taking inhales and just laughed~ breathing seemed pointless here. All I could do was scream and laugh endlessly.
“You're going to have to accept this. You're going to have to accept your dreams. I will continue to visit you. Every night. Every day, until you accept it... and when you do, I will only teach you to enjoy it.”
I heard the voice, I understood what it wanted me to do, but I couldn't. I couldn't possibly handle this every night for the rest of my life. I couldn't possibly put myself in a position to ever enjoy this. There was only one answer to this person, even if she was myself, I knew I could never really give into this. To myself, no matter what it cost me, I would have to fight this. I had to...
NO!!!
I heard my own voice escape into the dark void, and with that the tickling all over my body had stopped. Every finger. Every feather, and every soft touch alongside my skin ceased. I could only hear myself panting, gasping for deep breaths as I struggled to gain my composure...had I defeated her? Would I suddenly awaken from this darkness, once and for all? I could feel myself begin to shiver, as my body slowly began to get more and more sensitive. The fingers on my body feeling more ticklish even though they didn't move. My body began to ripple in goosebumps, perhaps I was about to wake up?
“Very well then,” the voice had said with an almost reluctant response. “Tickle, tickle, tickle...”
The dozens of hands and feathers around me began to approach. I could see them all closing in on me. From behind, from beside me and below~ all of them got closer and closer, and before they could even touch me the tickling at my ribs, underarms and breasts had already started. I sputtered into laughter~
“Yes, laugh...”
“AaaaHAHAAAHAhahaaha~!!”
They tickled at my back, my sides~ my ears.
“Enjoy it, really, you should...”
“AAAAaHAHAHAHAAA~ STOOOHHHOOP IIIIT!!!”
“No, I don't think it will.”
My thighs were tickles, my ass~ the skin of my lips expertly parted and slowly being teased with gentle caresses. I never thought my pussy would tickle like this, but it truly did. Leaving me nearly breathless with tickle torment that caused my body to flush in nearly orgasmic bliss as I felt a climax swell with the pulsing of a feather caressing at my swollen little clit.
“Tickle, tickle~ ticklish little girl.”
She taunted, over and over~ she being myself, laughing at my ticklish horror, and the realization that as I began to cum I also began to literally wet myself with a pure glittering fountain of juices. The pleasure was intense, surging up my body and causing my nipples to harden so much they stood out like tiny towers~ perfect victims to the feather bristles and fingertip caresses of the tickling hands.
I was being driven insane~ the climax only made my skin that much more sensitive, and my laughter was becoming more like a nightmarish scream of insane laughter than any giggle I had ever enjoyed. I watched the image of myself allowed to squirm slowly, writhe if only pathetically at the inability to stop the tickle torture~ but worst of all, I saw something that I didn't think was possible. My breasts were slowly beginning to swell~ if only subtly~ as my nipples were teased and tickled, and my laughter increased to louder and louder pitch, they were beginning to grow larger into a more womanly form...
“Accept it...”
My eyes locked on them, watching my nipples being teased. My breasts being squeezed, massaged through my tickle torture. Growing with every shout and scream and deep inhalation of breath~ making my chest rise taller, and taller..
“Accept the change...”
I cried, tears flowing through my smiling lips~ watching as they became big enough to hold, hands squeezing, massaging them and rotating them in slow, soft circles in my hands.
“Accept your body, your ticklish fetish~ your lovely breasts...”
I watched as they grew and felt my mind becoming empty as I watched them, realizing suddenly all along what my dreams meant. Why I had them every night, and why I would have them for the rest of my life. I was growing, slowly~ becoming more and more apprehensive about myself, my sexuality, my physicality. I was forcing myself to realize that I did enjoy this, that I had to learn to accept these changes with passion and no fear...
...even if I had to force myself to realize this...
...and I did~ because even as the thoughts entered my mind, I refused to allow myself to accept it. It was too much for me to handle, to allow myself to submit to this. To how perverse I was. To how sadistic and dark~ I couldn't bear this, and I refused to allow it to consume me...
I was angry, mad~ infuriated and sad.
...and so I tickled myself.
I was resistant~ I was afraid. I was lying to myself.
...and so I tickled, and tickled... and tickled some more.
I would never tell anyone how much I loved this, how much I loved these sensations, how much I wanted my breasts to be touched, teased, tickled and manipulated. I wanted them to be enjoyed, to be fondled and dominated and for me to realize all my sensual fascinations were wrapped upon my chest for another to enjoy without me being able to resist them. To be teased, and when I pleaded for them to stop, for them to tell me: “No, I will not.”
...and so I would tickle myself. For days, weeks, months and years~ the dream would occur. Every time more intense than the last. I can't remember when it was that I finally accepted myself, and accepted all of this as a part of my life. I don't know if I could honestly tell you if I ever did. However I knew I would. I would eventually. If I didn't help myself, someone else would~ someone would find a way...
...as I fell asleep again. I found my older body begin to be wrapped by tentacles. I heard the slithering of tongues and the rattling of tales. My body would be mummified, my pink nipples and large breasts exposed to the tentacles I knew would tease at my breasts for hours, and hours and more hours...
Already I felt myself laughing as they teased at the tips... I always laughed. I always was so ticklish. As the tickling on my nipples began, I would feel the droplets of milk begin to form, moistening them, making them slicker, splashing as the flicking got faster and faster and my laughter truly begun.
...eventually I would give in. One day, not today...but one day~
...I would find acceptance.
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“Acceptance”
by Inverse~ <3
I was very tired that night. Sleep hasn't been easy for me lately. I've done all I can to stay awake, but after these last few days I really couldn't do it anymore. Even with the nightmares, I knew I would fall asleep eventually. People at school noticed it, my baggy eyes and sullen attitude. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone. Nobody really bothered me... they wouldn't understand what it felt like to have the dreams I did. They wouldn't really get me.
I splashed my face, the water was freezing, but it did little to refresh me. I could see I was losing this fight to stay awake. My reflection was muddled, blonde hair matted to my cheeks. Green eyes coming out of focus... maybe I should talk to someone. Tell someone what was happening to me. These nightmares didn't seem to end. It was like I had to face them or they would be the end of me, but I knew once I fell asleep I wouldn't be able to escape them. The terror would begin and I had no choice but to succumb to it.
I was pretty young by the standards of a lot of people. Though as you can see by my writing, old enough to understand that what I was going through wasn't normal. Like most people, I knew how to do a basic Google search. I was having night terrors, but people aren't supposed to be able to remember these. The brain forgets it, unable to handle to despair and darkness. My brain chose to not only make me remember, but not forget a single detail. I had no choice but to understand implicitly what would happen when I fell asleep~ I remember every second.
I sat on the edge of my bed, feeling my chest. My finger had just barely touched my nipple before I immediately pulled away with a hiss. It was sensitive, even my own touch felt like a light little shock to my senses. Within a second, it had already hardened into a fine little tip. My breasts weren't exactly too developed, if they ever would be. I most likely would be made fun of for how small they would be throughout school, but whatever...
I laid back, I really shouldn't have. I felt my body getting heavy as I descended. I thought to myself, maybe if I laid down for just a brief moment, I would get enough energy to stay up for just a few moments...I didn't even make it to the bed sheet itself. Almost the instant I landed on my back, the world fell dark... I heard that familiar sound of dread. A vibrating pulse in every direction, as if I were inside a dark, living chamber.
It was going to start again. I shouted out, but I couldn't hear my voice. It was taken from me, and as the pulses got louder I felt my body begin to betray me. My hands came up before me, my arms completely out of my control and I wiggled my fingers in midair. It was as if I was taunting myself, knowing what was coming soon, as I was forced to slowly undress myself. Reaching for my pajamas, my top first over my head and tossed to the side. I wore no bra, there wasn't really any need to~ though now I wish I had.
Next I began undoing the little bow that tied my pants up. I had made the knots tight tonight~ but I undid them with ease. No matter how hard I resisted or willed myself to stop, I couldn't do it. I was a prisoner in my own body. Revealing my panties to myself, I felt my eyes drawn to them, hooking my fingers alongside them and removing them too. I closed my eyes, forcing them shut as I became nude to the darkness.
I never understood why I did this to myself, why I undressed so willingly, already put under the control of my own nightmare. This always happened, every time, and every time I would feel so ridiculously ashamed and yet at the same time I realized how free it felt to be so exposed, but I couldn't really enjoy it. Even as I thought about it, I felt the words begin to echo all around me. My own voice, coming from my own lips...
“Tickle...”
I opened my eyes, just in time to see them. The dozens of feathers and hands reaching from the darkness. They were far away, too far to touch me. I shut my eyes then I fear and tried to will them away, tried my best to wake up but I couldn't do it. My lips opened again, and I knew I would speak against my will.
“Tickle... Tickle...”
My voice was so clear, loud, echoing along walls I could not see. My arms and legs suddenly reaching outward, feeling myself literally floating in nothingness, stretching as tightly as I could. My eyes dared to open again, just in time to see them only a few arms length. They were getting closer and closer~ and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to scream, to run or something! Anything to get away. There were hundreds of those hands, each with wiggling fingertips. Some feminine, with long slender nails and agile curves and tips. Other hands were larger, masculine and strong. Even those fingers had nails that seemed perfectly filed for tickling touches~ just one of those hands would nearly cover my entire rib cage~
“Tickle me. I want to be tickled.”
No I did not! I wanted anything BUT to be tickled! Someone had to end this~ someone had to stop it. Yet I did nothing to even struggle from the approaching finger tips. There were feathers amongst them, floating beside them, floating closer toward me. I felt my lips curl into a smile, and with a sense of dread felt my back arch a bit, allowing my flat chest to extend outward. I realized them what was going to happen, as two feathers slowly floated past the rest of the crowd and headed toward my breasts.
I could hear the pulsing around me get louder as I smiled wider and wider. My head looked upward, away from my breasts, and as I stared I saw an image before me. Upon the darkness over my body an image of my breasts and chest could be seen. Everything above my neck and below my navel was faded, only my body could be seen and as I stared I realized I couldn't look away. The feathers approaching my chest looked gigantic in the huge projection, and as they suddenly touched the image of the left nipple, my body immediately flinched and my eyes grew wide~
No.
It couldn't possibly be that sensitive.
Yet already the bristles were already teasing in slow circles around and around and I could feel every single one of them make every piece of my being want to pull away. To do anything to move away from them, but I couldn't~ and because I couldn't I felt it. The tickling, that horrible tickling sensation has begun and it was too much to bear. I looked up as the feather began to brush, flick rapidly over the hardening nipple in the floating image. The other feather joining in with the flicking touch which began to tickle so fast the feather tips were almost a blur~
...and I laughed. Oh, I laughed. My mouth parted as tears fell down my open eyes, unable to close them. Forced to watch my nipples be awakened to this tickle torture. Screaming with hysterical sounds of false glee~
“Aaaaaaahahahahahahahhahaaaha~!!!!!”
I screamed and giggled~ feeling the twirling, vibrating feathers slow down, just long enough for me to suddenly take a sharp deep breath and speak with a giggling tone.
“Heeeheehee~ I'm so ticklish. Please keep tickling my breasts. They are the most ticklish spot...”
The betrayal of my lips caused my heart to sink~ and only made the tickling worse. The instant I stopped talking two large hands fell to my breast. They were male fingers, and they touched my flat chest in a way that made my skin burst into gooseflesh. The fingertips positioned themselves above my nipples, the thumbs below them, and with a gentle push them spread the skin taut to make them tighter~ and then the feathers returned to their work.
I looked on and on with tear filled eyes as the giant feathers in the image above me wedged beneath the large fingers and teased at the nipples before my eyes. I tried to think I was looking at someone elses torture, trying my best to think of something other than what I was feeling but it was no use. It tickled too much~!
“AAAahahaHAHAHA!!!!!!!! Aahhh...aaaaaaahhhaahahahahhaha!!!!”
My lips were wet with a bit of saliva falling down the side of my mouth, holding it open for so long I couldn't catch it even if I cared enough to do so through my hysteria. I felt it drip down my chin, onto my chest. My skin flushing with sweat, riddled in little droplets. Shimmering. My legs slightly parted, and the image before me in the sky suddenly showed more of my body, allowing me to see the tight pussy lips between my legs trickle with wetness.
I had not realized I was this wet, I had never been wet like this before. I literally continued to drop, squirt~ leaving a long, thin clear trail of wet juices that didn't seem to end. As I laughed more and more, I saw my pussy convulse and shiver and from there continue to drip freely. I was almost disgusted at my own reactions, my responses to my own torment and yet I was clearly getting more aroused by watching, and yet that arousal mixed with dread as I saw several hands position themselves at my ribs. Male fingers tips closing in from behind me. One on each side, then another pair right below the first two...
...and then another two above them at my underarms. Feminine hands, their nails finely tipped, touching at my underarms but just floating off of them.
This couldn't be happening...! If they tickled me I would die! The feathering at my nipples stopped suddenly, and almost without warning my head was released from its position, forced downward so I could see the hands upon my body. Positioned and yet not tickling, perfectly still.
“I will... refuse to laugh,” I said, trying to catch my breath from the ticklish touch. “I will struggle, and refuse, and resist all laughter,” my voice echoed softly again and again. My words coming from somewhere deep within me. Surprising even myself.
“None of it will matter. No resistance. No refusal. You must make me accept.”
The first two pairs of hands began to tickle. My eyes shot open wide, and yet my lips wouldn't even dare to smile.
Oh my gooooosh it tickled so muuuuch!!!!
...yet I refused to even crack a smile. Eyes wide as I began to shiver, shake and stutter. My body willing itself almost supernaturally to resist the sensations. “I w-will not laugh! You...ha...have to make me!”
The second pair of hands began tickling fiercely at my ribs, four of them now, rubbing and kneading my rib cage and wiggling between and over each one. Each individual hand and its fingers skillfully making the nerve endings on my skin and muscles light up with ticklish sensation wrapping around my body and willing me to laugh. Yet only a smile cracked on my lips~ saliva dripping again from them as I stuttered, the occasional laugh spilling from my lips as I resisted with all my might.
“Ga~ aha....I wi...will not let go. I wi..will... ahahaa~ not...laugh! Please...please...~ tickle me.”
My head rose up to see the fingers on the image wildly, furiously wrecking ticklish havoc upon my thin pale body. I looked on, just in time to see the fingertips at my underarms begin to torment me in a way that was so ridiculously effective on me, I felt my eyes suddenly tear up with despair as I felt myself begin to sob. Literally begin to cry as I was overwhelmed by the sensations themselves, laughter only sporadically escaping my lips.
I realize now that these were my true feelings. My true reactions coming out from me. The ticklish laughter withheld if only for a moment for me to see it, to feel it, this forced torment and its powerful effect on my mind and body. This was a nightmare I couldn't wake up from, and yet I would have to eventually accept this fact. Accept that all my reactions, even the laughter, were as true as the tears coming from my eyes. I smiled then, through the sobs and felt the laughter building, building more and more.
...laughter turning into a large scream...
“AAAAAAAAAHHHH~~~~!!!!!”
...only to spill into hysteria...!
“AaaAHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAAHAHA!!!!”
My tongue flew out of my mouth, laying against my lips as the tickling began to destroy me. I was literally squirting without end. Spraying down my thighs and out below my clit with sharp little streams of ticklish excitement that only increased as the feathers returned to their brutal feathering of my sensitive nipples. It felt like I had spent an eternity here and there would only be more waiting for me.
“Are you ready to give in to yourself?” a voice had said inside my head. Echoing loudly. It was my own voice. Speaking to me with a soft tone. “Are you ready to allow yourself to accept your change?”
I couldn't answer. I couldn't breath, I stopped taking inhales and just laughed~ breathing seemed pointless here. All I could do was scream and laugh endlessly.
“You're going to have to accept this. You're going to have to accept your dreams. I will continue to visit you. Every night. Every day, until you accept it... and when you do, I will only teach you to enjoy it.”
I heard the voice, I understood what it wanted me to do, but I couldn't. I couldn't possibly handle this every night for the rest of my life. I couldn't possibly put myself in a position to ever enjoy this. There was only one answer to this person, even if she was myself, I knew I could never really give into this. To myself, no matter what it cost me, I would have to fight this. I had to...
NO!!!
I heard my own voice escape into the dark void, and with that the tickling all over my body had stopped. Every finger. Every feather, and every soft touch alongside my skin ceased. I could only hear myself panting, gasping for deep breaths as I struggled to gain my composure...had I defeated her? Would I suddenly awaken from this darkness, once and for all? I could feel myself begin to shiver, as my body slowly began to get more and more sensitive. The fingers on my body feeling more ticklish even though they didn't move. My body began to ripple in goosebumps, perhaps I was about to wake up?
“Very well then,” the voice had said with an almost reluctant response. “Tickle, tickle, tickle...”
The dozens of hands and feathers around me began to approach. I could see them all closing in on me. From behind, from beside me and below~ all of them got closer and closer, and before they could even touch me the tickling at my ribs, underarms and breasts had already started. I sputtered into laughter~
“Yes, laugh...”
“AaaaHAHAAAHAhahaaha~!!”
They tickled at my back, my sides~ my ears.
“Enjoy it, really, you should...”
“AAAAaHAHAHAHAAA~ STOOOHHHOOP IIIIT!!!”
“No, I don't think it will.”
My thighs were tickles, my ass~ the skin of my lips expertly parted and slowly being teased with gentle caresses. I never thought my pussy would tickle like this, but it truly did. Leaving me nearly breathless with tickle torment that caused my body to flush in nearly orgasmic bliss as I felt a climax swell with the pulsing of a feather caressing at my swollen little clit.
“Tickle, tickle~ ticklish little girl.”
She taunted, over and over~ she being myself, laughing at my ticklish horror, and the realization that as I began to cum I also began to literally wet myself with a pure glittering fountain of juices. The pleasure was intense, surging up my body and causing my nipples to harden so much they stood out like tiny towers~ perfect victims to the feather bristles and fingertip caresses of the tickling hands.
I was being driven insane~ the climax only made my skin that much more sensitive, and my laughter was becoming more like a nightmarish scream of insane laughter than any giggle I had ever enjoyed. I watched the image of myself allowed to squirm slowly, writhe if only pathetically at the inability to stop the tickle torture~ but worst of all, I saw something that I didn't think was possible. My breasts were slowly beginning to swell~ if only subtly~ as my nipples were teased and tickled, and my laughter increased to louder and louder pitch, they were beginning to grow larger into a more womanly form...
“Accept it...”
My eyes locked on them, watching my nipples being teased. My breasts being squeezed, massaged through my tickle torture. Growing with every shout and scream and deep inhalation of breath~ making my chest rise taller, and taller..
“Accept the change...”
I cried, tears flowing through my smiling lips~ watching as they became big enough to hold, hands squeezing, massaging them and rotating them in slow, soft circles in my hands.
“Accept your body, your ticklish fetish~ your lovely breasts...”
I watched as they grew and felt my mind becoming empty as I watched them, realizing suddenly all along what my dreams meant. Why I had them every night, and why I would have them for the rest of my life. I was growing, slowly~ becoming more and more apprehensive about myself, my sexuality, my physicality. I was forcing myself to realize that I did enjoy this, that I had to learn to accept these changes with passion and no fear...
...even if I had to force myself to realize this...
...and I did~ because even as the thoughts entered my mind, I refused to allow myself to accept it. It was too much for me to handle, to allow myself to submit to this. To how perverse I was. To how sadistic and dark~ I couldn't bear this, and I refused to allow it to consume me...
I was angry, mad~ infuriated and sad.
...and so I tickled myself.
I was resistant~ I was afraid. I was lying to myself.
...and so I tickled, and tickled... and tickled some more.
I would never tell anyone how much I loved this, how much I loved these sensations, how much I wanted my breasts to be touched, teased, tickled and manipulated. I wanted them to be enjoyed, to be fondled and dominated and for me to realize all my sensual fascinations were wrapped upon my chest for another to enjoy without me being able to resist them. To be teased, and when I pleaded for them to stop, for them to tell me: “No, I will not.”
...and so I would tickle myself. For days, weeks, months and years~ the dream would occur. Every time more intense than the last. I can't remember when it was that I finally accepted myself, and accepted all of this as a part of my life. I don't know if I could honestly tell you if I ever did. However I knew I would. I would eventually. If I didn't help myself, someone else would~ someone would find a way...
...as I fell asleep again. I found my older body begin to be wrapped by tentacles. I heard the slithering of tongues and the rattling of tales. My body would be mummified, my pink nipples and large breasts exposed to the tentacles I knew would tease at my breasts for hours, and hours and more hours...
Already I felt myself laughing as they teased at the tips... I always laughed. I always was so ticklish. As the tickling on my nipples began, I would feel the droplets of milk begin to form, moistening them, making them slicker, splashing as the flicking got faster and faster and my laughter truly begun.
...eventually I would give in. One day, not today...but one day~
...I would find acceptance.
