TKLVR181
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Here we go, finally the last of it, ending with, of course, tummy tickles. Special thanks to Feathers for giving me permission to do this story! Love ya'll and please PLEASE feedback, it's what I live off of, what I eat!!!:laughing:
IN HELL 2.3
“Eehehe…F-Feathers…thehehere’s no need to g-get my tummy…” I began to stutter as he rolled it up over my ribs.
“Oh, but I think there is…I knoow how much you lo-ove having your belly liiightly tickled and teased…how much you re-eeally want me too…” with that, he began to gently glide his nails up and down my bare belly.
“Eeehhehheeheheheheheheehstahahapihihihtttttt...” I giggled uncontrollably, unable to fight back or wiggle anymore.
“Stop? I don’t think so…tickle tickle tickle…just veery light touches on your ickle belly…only ‘cuz you love it so much…”
Once again I went into silent, uncontrolled giggles. My stomach is my absolutely worst spot, and the light, teasing touches were maddening; but, at the same time, I really did love it. Instead of hard-core, torturous tickles that are to be endured, this was light, teasing touches. And the ability of those light, teasing touches to drive me into complete, giggly hysterics made it even worse, even better.
So he continued; he scratched around the sensitive outside of my tummy, working in. Just like he always does; just like I like him to do. When he got to my bellybutton he let me rest a moment.
“Alright?” He asked. I nodded, catching my breath. “Y-you’re not gonna stop now, are you?!” I giggled, looking him straight in the eye. Yea I was saying, I’m fine and you can tickle me just as long as you want. I’m good.
That was, of course, all the permission he needed. I saw him pull out a large, pointed feather and wiggle it at me.
My eyes got really big. “Y-you not g-g-gonna…” I stuttered.
He nodded. “Put this inside your cute ickle button? Ooh yes!” With that, he sent the feather swirling around my tummy, making sure to cover every millimeter with the large, pointed, stiff tickly feather.
“EEEEEEehehehehahhahehehhhahahahahhahhhaeheehhEHHEHehhehahahtihihckles tickles tihihihickleheesss!!!” I exclaimed, giggling and wiggling.
Finally I could feel it…he was swirling it just outside my large, innie bellybutton. Then I felt it dip inside.
“EEEAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!! THAHAHT TIHIHCKLES SOHOHOHOHO BAHAHHHAD FEHEHEHATHEHEHRSHEHEHEHEAHAHAHHA…” I laughed and shook my head so hard I felt my hair scrunchie fall out of my hair.
“I know, I know…it’s ok…just tell me when you’ve had enough…tickle tickle…” There it was again, that mix of comforting and teasing that drove me completely batty every time. I was shaking my head from side to side, tears beginning to stream down my cheeks. I knew I couldn’t take much more.
“WAHAHHAEEH OKOKHAHEHHE I GIIHIHIHIVEEHHEHHEHEHEHEEHHHE!!” I hollered through my laughter.
Immediately I could feel the feather being taken away, and my arms being freed. He wrapped his arms and tentacles around me, letting me recover by leaning on him. Panting, I pulled off my coat, thankful for a cool breeze that seemed to be flowing through the room. I took a moment to wonder how there was a cool breeze running through a room in Hell, but I didn’t dwell on it. There are some things it’s better I don’t try to figure out.
After a minute I picked up my coat, and retrieved my scrunchie. “Th-thank you…so much.” I said, looking him straight in the eye.
“Anytime, my dear. Anytime.” He said, giving me one last hug. I saw a small portal open up behind him, the bathroom I had left what seemed like hours ago, but in reality no time had gone by, on the other side.
And there I was, hair up in a tight bun, jacket on, tired and worried look on my face. Suddenly the vision I had had earlier of myself made sense; to avoid a time paradox, I would have to return at the exact moment I left. The hair down, jacketless version of myself I had seen in the mirror was me now, after having being tickled into relaxation.
I gave Feathers one last wink, slung my jacket over my shoulder, and approached the other me in the mirror.
She was in for one Helluva ride.
THE END
IN HELL 2.3
“Eehehe…F-Feathers…thehehere’s no need to g-get my tummy…” I began to stutter as he rolled it up over my ribs.
“Oh, but I think there is…I knoow how much you lo-ove having your belly liiightly tickled and teased…how much you re-eeally want me too…” with that, he began to gently glide his nails up and down my bare belly.
“Eeehhehheeheheheheheheehstahahapihihihtttttt...” I giggled uncontrollably, unable to fight back or wiggle anymore.
“Stop? I don’t think so…tickle tickle tickle…just veery light touches on your ickle belly…only ‘cuz you love it so much…”
Once again I went into silent, uncontrolled giggles. My stomach is my absolutely worst spot, and the light, teasing touches were maddening; but, at the same time, I really did love it. Instead of hard-core, torturous tickles that are to be endured, this was light, teasing touches. And the ability of those light, teasing touches to drive me into complete, giggly hysterics made it even worse, even better.
So he continued; he scratched around the sensitive outside of my tummy, working in. Just like he always does; just like I like him to do. When he got to my bellybutton he let me rest a moment.
“Alright?” He asked. I nodded, catching my breath. “Y-you’re not gonna stop now, are you?!” I giggled, looking him straight in the eye. Yea I was saying, I’m fine and you can tickle me just as long as you want. I’m good.
That was, of course, all the permission he needed. I saw him pull out a large, pointed feather and wiggle it at me.
My eyes got really big. “Y-you not g-g-gonna…” I stuttered.
He nodded. “Put this inside your cute ickle button? Ooh yes!” With that, he sent the feather swirling around my tummy, making sure to cover every millimeter with the large, pointed, stiff tickly feather.
“EEEEEEehehehehahhahehehhhahahahahhahhhaeheehhEHHEHehhehahahtihihckles tickles tihihihickleheesss!!!” I exclaimed, giggling and wiggling.
Finally I could feel it…he was swirling it just outside my large, innie bellybutton. Then I felt it dip inside.
“EEEAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!! THAHAHT TIHIHCKLES SOHOHOHOHO BAHAHHHAD FEHEHEHATHEHEHRSHEHEHEHEAHAHAHHA…” I laughed and shook my head so hard I felt my hair scrunchie fall out of my hair.
“I know, I know…it’s ok…just tell me when you’ve had enough…tickle tickle…” There it was again, that mix of comforting and teasing that drove me completely batty every time. I was shaking my head from side to side, tears beginning to stream down my cheeks. I knew I couldn’t take much more.
“WAHAHHAEEH OKOKHAHEHHE I GIIHIHIHIVEEHHEHHEHEHEHEEHHHE!!” I hollered through my laughter.
Immediately I could feel the feather being taken away, and my arms being freed. He wrapped his arms and tentacles around me, letting me recover by leaning on him. Panting, I pulled off my coat, thankful for a cool breeze that seemed to be flowing through the room. I took a moment to wonder how there was a cool breeze running through a room in Hell, but I didn’t dwell on it. There are some things it’s better I don’t try to figure out.
After a minute I picked up my coat, and retrieved my scrunchie. “Th-thank you…so much.” I said, looking him straight in the eye.
“Anytime, my dear. Anytime.” He said, giving me one last hug. I saw a small portal open up behind him, the bathroom I had left what seemed like hours ago, but in reality no time had gone by, on the other side.
And there I was, hair up in a tight bun, jacket on, tired and worried look on my face. Suddenly the vision I had had earlier of myself made sense; to avoid a time paradox, I would have to return at the exact moment I left. The hair down, jacketless version of myself I had seen in the mirror was me now, after having being tickled into relaxation.
I gave Feathers one last wink, slung my jacket over my shoulder, and approached the other me in the mirror.
She was in for one Helluva ride.
THE END
