SharinganTickle
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Depending on how you view my previous thoughts about Carla, yeah, I was wrong. Shy girls can indeed be evil and give you a fucking workout if the perfect storm of circumstances come into play, and my god did they.
Last Sunday was my friend Annie's birthday, and because I know her from an out of state summer camp that we used to go to, I told her she could text Carla to mess with me however she wanted as a birthday present. Now I had a feeling where this was going to go (which is why I offered in the first place), because I had many a tickle fights with Annie at camp. I tickled pretty much every cute girl there, but Annie was a bit of a prankster herself, so it led to all out war with sometimes a dozen sneak attacks per day.
Anyway, I give Carla my phone and immediately see her trying to hold in a laugh, I I innocently ask "am I allowed to know what she said?" She obviously said no, but I already had my suspicions before I even gave her the phone. Because of this, I specifically waited until she was turning me to wash my back, as she occasionally sneaks a few tickles during that since I can't see it coming. Well, I definitely didn't see the extent of this tickle attack coming.
She started with something I mentioned in the past, using the fact that she needed to clean the scar on my spine with a q-tip as an excuse to go extra slowly over my lower back (one of my 3 or 4 major tickle spots). She's normally pretty subtle about doing this, as it's usually her own giggling at my reaction that gives it away, but she WENT FOR IT this time! Carla moved the q-tip back and forth, directly on that tickle spot, even varying the speed and pressure of it! She also got extra q-tips (I don't fully know her routine, but if she used 3 normally, she had to have used at least 5 and I think 6 or 7). At a certain point I said "okay okay that's enough q-tips" which made her laugh and get one more (practically feather dustering my damn tickle spot!) all the while teasing "why? Does it tickle? Hehe too bad I'm just doing what I'm told" .
By the time she's done with the q-tips, she has already put more effort into tickling me than she ever had before. However, she was FAR from done with me. Now I should probably say that I have a disability that is very close to muscular dystrophy, so unless I'm in a very specific position that works for me, I can't fucking move without help (you can probably see where this is going). When I'm on my side, I can move my "top" leg forward (so my left leg if I'm laying on my right side), but that's pretty much it in terms of movement. I should also mention that I don't really have an audible "ticklish laugh" due to my disability, it's more of a "pfft" if I get caught off guard or finally crack when I'm trying to resist, and then a ton of squirming and the occasional begging.
Well, instead of going back to her work like she normally does after tickling me, she decided to walk her fingers up my ribs towards my armpit. As soon as she gets there she dives two fingers into my armpit and I immediately crack "pfft quit it Carla" I say as I try uselessly to scoot away (I might've moved my arm a half inch lol). After that she decided to at least half-ass her work, tickling my foot as she walked to the end of the bed to get more water etc. But she quickly dove into my armpit once again before continuing to wash the rest of my back, making me "pfft" and jump again. This repeats again for the rinse as well. Tickle foot, get water, attack the armpit and then rinse. Now it's time to change the stuff underneath me (chucks, diaper and a sheet she uses to drag me). What does Carla do? Well first she tickles my foot since she's standing right there, but then, she rolled up the diaper and used the frilly plastic part to tickle my foot! Somehow I still don't think she has noticed that my kill spot is right where the ball of your foot meets the arch, but she did hit it a couple times and I said "what the fuck is that?!" referring to the diaper hitting that spot. After telling me what it was, she finally goes to change me, I think maybe tickling me one more time after but I don't remember where.
Now it's time to turn me back, aaaand it's still not over. My joints crack and pop like an old man (though it's painless 98% of the time), so she has to move my arm back and then my leg, before pulling on the sheet so I gently fall back. Well, if you do the first half of that without pulling the sheet, there's a pretty big gap between my arm and my side. Carla noticed this and gave me a smirk with a raised eyebrow as she dove all 4 fingers (no thumb) into my rather helpless armpit and ribs, moving up and down between the two as I flop like a fish trying to make myself fall backwards to get away from her, which by the way didn't work. She also tries my neck, which gets enough of a squirm to get her some entertainment, but aside from teasing me about being a "ticklish little baby" (as if she isn't just as ticklish lol) she realized pretty quickly that my neck isn't enough to make me beg and moved on.
After all that, granted it was very stop and start tickling (with the longest burst, other than the q-tips at the start, probably being 10 seconds or so), I checked the clock and 40-45 minutes had passed! I ask for my phone, Carla hands it to me and tickles my armpit yet again, before going to put the bath supplies away. I take this time to catch my breath and type the following to her: "I did tell Annie that you'd probably do it with her egging you on, but holy shit that was more than I expected. You really got me good there". When she gets back I give her the phone and she just chuckles at the compliment and says "who says I'm done?" before tickling my foot on the way to get my tube feeding. It's at this point that I realized something terrifying, she doesn't get off work for over two hours, and she said she was tired earlier in the morning. Which means that she's 1000% in one of her tired, silly and totally down to fuck with you for my own entertainment moods (this happens maybe once every month or two, so I just had the worst/best luck imaginable that it happened to be today).
I have to admit, the next hour is kind of a blur of the same cycle (do some work, get up because I need something, tickle me while she's here), but I'll talk about a few of the noteworthy things that happened. First, I think like 5 minutes after she got the feed ready, Carla said "pull up the stopwatch, I'm getting you back for every time you forced me to endure 30 seconds or more of tickling" (referring to the bet we made in the first part of this series). She claimed that she'd "be nice" and only put me through 30 seconds, but she got a little too into it, tickling both feet, both sides, and one armpit without even looking at the stopwatch until she hit a minute and a half. After that, I said "I need to pee, which by the way is your fault." This earned me the usual foot tickle as she got up and a giggle as she realized what I meant as she was tickling me, saying "oops sorry. Not for tickling you that much, I just don't want the extra work if I make you pee yourself" (I don't think she could, because I tend to have "stage fright" when I try to pee during a conversation, but never say never when you're being tickled at random for 3 fucking hours lol). The other thing I remember was either right after I peed, or after the tube feeding (which involves her standing there for roughly 10 minutes, so yes, more armpit tickles to pass the time). Whenever it was, I asked Carla for my blanket and she said "are you cold?" (we both tease each other about being cold due to us both being absolute wimps when it gets below like 55, plus in this case we had the heater on) and I answered "no but I don't trust you today." This made her laugh and she just went to sit at her desk after saying "you're not getting it, I want full access for the rest of the day. Feet, legs, sides, armpits, all of it."
In the final hour of Carla's shift I had to deal with two more versions of torture. I have a stuffed animal/beanie baby collection (nothing special), and during the final tube feeding she put one of the animals on my face so I couldn't see where her hands were going to strike. In that 10 minutes or so, she got both armpits, my side, my foot and the back of my knee (the 4th of my major spots) multiple times each. She was attacking like every 10-15 seconds for about the same amount of time, so you do the math. Finally, to end her shift, I had been laddering some competitive Pokémon in the morning before all of this started (and a little in between while she was charting). I decided to see if she could make me lose my game, and I kinda think I'm lucky that I suggested this too late, because I got into a 15 minute game! Carla got me everywhere that she knew would make me lose focus, feet and knees at the same time, sides and armpits, then the same thing on the other side (if I had to guess it was probably a couple of minutes, maybe 3 at the most, which is the most she has ever tickled me without even a 5 second break). The only thing stopping her from continuing was the need to clean up and clock out. I don't remember what she said to distract me, but Carla also started asking me random shit trying to make me lose and finally I said "I can't fucking think right now between this game and your fucking nails" (that got a huge laugh out of her lol).
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And that was the story of the worst tickling I've ever received in my life, and from the person I least expected to dish it out. I still don't see her doing anything like tickle for 10 minutes straight (though there might have been the potential for that if I hadn't started my game so late. Also, after seeing how much she got me at the request of a friend over text, I think if I ever get a girlfriend she'd happily help the girl gang up on me). I do have the messages between Carla and Annie, but I've been typing too much lol so I'll add them to this thread tomorrow/tonight.
Last Sunday was my friend Annie's birthday, and because I know her from an out of state summer camp that we used to go to, I told her she could text Carla to mess with me however she wanted as a birthday present. Now I had a feeling where this was going to go (which is why I offered in the first place), because I had many a tickle fights with Annie at camp. I tickled pretty much every cute girl there, but Annie was a bit of a prankster herself, so it led to all out war with sometimes a dozen sneak attacks per day.
Anyway, I give Carla my phone and immediately see her trying to hold in a laugh, I I innocently ask "am I allowed to know what she said?" She obviously said no, but I already had my suspicions before I even gave her the phone. Because of this, I specifically waited until she was turning me to wash my back, as she occasionally sneaks a few tickles during that since I can't see it coming. Well, I definitely didn't see the extent of this tickle attack coming.
She started with something I mentioned in the past, using the fact that she needed to clean the scar on my spine with a q-tip as an excuse to go extra slowly over my lower back (one of my 3 or 4 major tickle spots). She's normally pretty subtle about doing this, as it's usually her own giggling at my reaction that gives it away, but she WENT FOR IT this time! Carla moved the q-tip back and forth, directly on that tickle spot, even varying the speed and pressure of it! She also got extra q-tips (I don't fully know her routine, but if she used 3 normally, she had to have used at least 5 and I think 6 or 7). At a certain point I said "okay okay that's enough q-tips" which made her laugh and get one more (practically feather dustering my damn tickle spot!) all the while teasing "why? Does it tickle? Hehe too bad I'm just doing what I'm told" .
By the time she's done with the q-tips, she has already put more effort into tickling me than she ever had before. However, she was FAR from done with me. Now I should probably say that I have a disability that is very close to muscular dystrophy, so unless I'm in a very specific position that works for me, I can't fucking move without help (you can probably see where this is going). When I'm on my side, I can move my "top" leg forward (so my left leg if I'm laying on my right side), but that's pretty much it in terms of movement. I should also mention that I don't really have an audible "ticklish laugh" due to my disability, it's more of a "pfft" if I get caught off guard or finally crack when I'm trying to resist, and then a ton of squirming and the occasional begging.
Well, instead of going back to her work like she normally does after tickling me, she decided to walk her fingers up my ribs towards my armpit. As soon as she gets there she dives two fingers into my armpit and I immediately crack "pfft quit it Carla" I say as I try uselessly to scoot away (I might've moved my arm a half inch lol). After that she decided to at least half-ass her work, tickling my foot as she walked to the end of the bed to get more water etc. But she quickly dove into my armpit once again before continuing to wash the rest of my back, making me "pfft" and jump again. This repeats again for the rinse as well. Tickle foot, get water, attack the armpit and then rinse. Now it's time to change the stuff underneath me (chucks, diaper and a sheet she uses to drag me). What does Carla do? Well first she tickles my foot since she's standing right there, but then, she rolled up the diaper and used the frilly plastic part to tickle my foot! Somehow I still don't think she has noticed that my kill spot is right where the ball of your foot meets the arch, but she did hit it a couple times and I said "what the fuck is that?!" referring to the diaper hitting that spot. After telling me what it was, she finally goes to change me, I think maybe tickling me one more time after but I don't remember where.
Now it's time to turn me back, aaaand it's still not over. My joints crack and pop like an old man (though it's painless 98% of the time), so she has to move my arm back and then my leg, before pulling on the sheet so I gently fall back. Well, if you do the first half of that without pulling the sheet, there's a pretty big gap between my arm and my side. Carla noticed this and gave me a smirk with a raised eyebrow as she dove all 4 fingers (no thumb) into my rather helpless armpit and ribs, moving up and down between the two as I flop like a fish trying to make myself fall backwards to get away from her, which by the way didn't work. She also tries my neck, which gets enough of a squirm to get her some entertainment, but aside from teasing me about being a "ticklish little baby" (as if she isn't just as ticklish lol) she realized pretty quickly that my neck isn't enough to make me beg and moved on.
After all that, granted it was very stop and start tickling (with the longest burst, other than the q-tips at the start, probably being 10 seconds or so), I checked the clock and 40-45 minutes had passed! I ask for my phone, Carla hands it to me and tickles my armpit yet again, before going to put the bath supplies away. I take this time to catch my breath and type the following to her: "I did tell Annie that you'd probably do it with her egging you on, but holy shit that was more than I expected. You really got me good there". When she gets back I give her the phone and she just chuckles at the compliment and says "who says I'm done?" before tickling my foot on the way to get my tube feeding. It's at this point that I realized something terrifying, she doesn't get off work for over two hours, and she said she was tired earlier in the morning. Which means that she's 1000% in one of her tired, silly and totally down to fuck with you for my own entertainment moods (this happens maybe once every month or two, so I just had the worst/best luck imaginable that it happened to be today).
I have to admit, the next hour is kind of a blur of the same cycle (do some work, get up because I need something, tickle me while she's here), but I'll talk about a few of the noteworthy things that happened. First, I think like 5 minutes after she got the feed ready, Carla said "pull up the stopwatch, I'm getting you back for every time you forced me to endure 30 seconds or more of tickling" (referring to the bet we made in the first part of this series). She claimed that she'd "be nice" and only put me through 30 seconds, but she got a little too into it, tickling both feet, both sides, and one armpit without even looking at the stopwatch until she hit a minute and a half. After that, I said "I need to pee, which by the way is your fault." This earned me the usual foot tickle as she got up and a giggle as she realized what I meant as she was tickling me, saying "oops sorry. Not for tickling you that much, I just don't want the extra work if I make you pee yourself" (I don't think she could, because I tend to have "stage fright" when I try to pee during a conversation, but never say never when you're being tickled at random for 3 fucking hours lol). The other thing I remember was either right after I peed, or after the tube feeding (which involves her standing there for roughly 10 minutes, so yes, more armpit tickles to pass the time). Whenever it was, I asked Carla for my blanket and she said "are you cold?" (we both tease each other about being cold due to us both being absolute wimps when it gets below like 55, plus in this case we had the heater on) and I answered "no but I don't trust you today." This made her laugh and she just went to sit at her desk after saying "you're not getting it, I want full access for the rest of the day. Feet, legs, sides, armpits, all of it."
In the final hour of Carla's shift I had to deal with two more versions of torture. I have a stuffed animal/beanie baby collection (nothing special), and during the final tube feeding she put one of the animals on my face so I couldn't see where her hands were going to strike. In that 10 minutes or so, she got both armpits, my side, my foot and the back of my knee (the 4th of my major spots) multiple times each. She was attacking like every 10-15 seconds for about the same amount of time, so you do the math. Finally, to end her shift, I had been laddering some competitive Pokémon in the morning before all of this started (and a little in between while she was charting). I decided to see if she could make me lose my game, and I kinda think I'm lucky that I suggested this too late, because I got into a 15 minute game! Carla got me everywhere that she knew would make me lose focus, feet and knees at the same time, sides and armpits, then the same thing on the other side (if I had to guess it was probably a couple of minutes, maybe 3 at the most, which is the most she has ever tickled me without even a 5 second break). The only thing stopping her from continuing was the need to clean up and clock out. I don't remember what she said to distract me, but Carla also started asking me random shit trying to make me lose and finally I said "I can't fucking think right now between this game and your fucking nails" (that got a huge laugh out of her lol).
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And that was the story of the worst tickling I've ever received in my life, and from the person I least expected to dish it out. I still don't see her doing anything like tickle for 10 minutes straight (though there might have been the potential for that if I hadn't started my game so late. Also, after seeing how much she got me at the request of a friend over text, I think if I ever get a girlfriend she'd happily help the girl gang up on me). I do have the messages between Carla and Annie, but I've been typing too much lol so I'll add them to this thread tomorrow/tonight.
