I don’t know what I was thinking with this one. Maybe to let your imaginations to run wild or something. It’s too much of a waste to delete it so I thought that I may as well post it.
It’s all about Perspective
Written by Chanbo
More giggles sputtered out of my lips as the tentacles slithered in and out between my toes. My chest heaved as i gasped for air, only to lose it all when i felt your fingers stroking the hollows of my armpits and jabbing at my sides. I REALLY wished i could push them away, or at least pull my hands down from their grasp. But i was stuck, trapped and laughing my head off to the relentless assault on my hyper-ticklish nerves. I looked back at your gentle smile just as you gently...
- a little while ago -
You asked me if i wanted coffee this morning, but i declined because i was already running late to work. I had already been lectured by the lab supervisor twice this week and didn’t want to hear her nasally voice screech at me for another half hour. So i said sorry and ran off to catch my train.
You were surprised at first, since we both worked at the labs. But you knew my lab head and chuckled to yourself as i bolted for the closing doors. Biologica labs- section t3nt1ck73. You never understood why my lab had such a complicated code when al the other ones simply went by “lab a”. I had told you about all the weird genetic structures we created and had shared so many success drinks that you were used to my flushed red face, whether i was ranting about the guy on the train or crying for the little dog in that documentary. You were even the one who held my long black hair back when i drank too much that one night we graduated. But we were falling out with each other despite being so close- That was my fault, for spending so much time in the lab. I spent so many late nights at the lab that you were feeling frustrated. You were patient for a long time, but you decided to mess me up a bit today, since you knew i liked to stay at the lab on friday nights to catch up.
And boy, was I surprised.
You see, we had always been close. But I had always been just out of reach. Yeah, we went on a few dates, but I never really thought much of them. I was kind of oblivious (sorry!) to your hints, but i know I would have definitely said yes if you had been a bit more blunt. Maybe that’s why you decided to go for broke.
My lab may have been bioengineering new life, but yours was developing hormones and signals. Specifically, drugs to send any living being into a sex crazed being. A kind of super-aphrodisiac that was 99% finished. Its just that you were stumped on how to remove the (kinky?) side effect that came with it. (Though, i suspected that you had been rigging the injection from the start since I discovered your special “tastes”.) But that’s why it was the perfect opportunity. Let me put it this way. I developed super octopus monsters, you developed sex drugs. You see how easy it is to piece the two together?
I didn’t.
So that’s why i didn’t suspect a thing when you came in later that night, when you came by with a mug of hot coffee. I smiled when you said hi and put it down on my desk, asking how long I’d stay tonight as you eyed the green mass wriggling inside the terrarium in the room beside us. The monster was about the size of a small car. It had its own land “island”, but the rest was water. There were smaller tanks all around in the lab filled with much smaller but similar tentacled monsters. But you only cared about the big guy. I stretched and my back cracked a bit, and you ran your hands over my shoulders to massage them. I leaned back and cooed, leaning my aching back against the chair and letting your hands work their magic.
You used to joke around with me when i felt down, calling me the biggest whale in the ocean. I thought you were calling me fat until i realized what you meant the first time you asked me out. You always called me weird names, especially that one girl you said i looked like from that game you played on the weekend with your friends. None of that really mattered, I guess.
What I’m trying to say is, is that I’ve always had fun with you. I’d trust you if there were two of me and you had to shoot the fake- and I know you’d trust me the same. I telling you that I don’t blame you for it- I’m serious. BUT it is definitely your fault that I let you tie me up every so often... Because that night was... Anyways...
That night, you offered to monitor the little“monsters” as I ran out to grab some late night dinner before the lab cafeteria closed. You stole a few glances as i slipped on a pair of flats before running out the door. I was too hungry to notice. You slid a glass vial full of pink liquid out from your jean pockets, and walked up to the green tentacles, which turn to “look” at you as you came closer to it. You smiled, before twisting the top and throwing it in the water - you knew this one was no longer monitored from my excited lunch chatter last week. You’ve seen our filtration system and knew that there would be no trace of tonight. That’s why you didn’t care about the sound of the glass shattering, or the strange chemical staining the water.
The change was immediate. Instead of swirling around in the water, the... thing started to reach around the tank as if it were some kind of spider reaching for its prey. And when it couldn’t find anything, it climbed up onto the surface, its tendrils coiled in the air and ready to strike one it felt the presence of...
I walked in, tossing you a little paper bag with a grilled wrap in it. Nothing fancy, but enough to fill our stomachs. We had a few bites, and I went on and on about how well the new ones were growing. They ate bad bacteria and ocean garbage and all sorts of junk through their eight tendrils- a modern masterpiece of biology. The big one was kind of a failure, since it still had a weird suction cup mouth and taste buds on its arms. I had the last bite of the wrap before tossing the crinkled bag into the trash.
You reminded me to refill the food in the terrarium.
I glanced at the clock. 7pm- right on time. I had actually forgot about it. I didn’t notice you rub your hands together as i fed the little ones. You helped me record what they got: micro beads, some had plastic water bottles, one had plexiglass and another had some aluminum can. You’re weirded out by how they cam survive on literal garbage, but you were too excited about the next one I had to feed.
Because of it’s mouth not having teeth or any way to break down anything, we had to put some kind of sludge or goop at the top. While it didn’t require any nutrients, it was hard to experiment what it could eat without mushing it up into pulp and adding it to a mix of cornstarch and water. Thats why we gave it chocolate pudding- it contained so much extra sugar that it only needed one pack a day. So i grabbed a snack pack from the fridge and opened the terrarium door.
You knew how ticklish I was. You liked to poke my sides every now and then, making me yelp and glare daggers at you. Then there was the time I got that pedicure set for Christmas. I couldn’t keep my feet still so you grabbed my ankle and scrubbed my feet until my tears streamed down my face from my wild cackling. And then there was that one time i thought you were massaging my feet after a long day of interviews in heels. It had felt so good until you held my big toes together and used your nails for a “massage”. Even one nail nearly made me pee myself laughing. But now that I think about it, it wasn’t that bad.
I walked in, and could tell something was off. I tried to wave at you though the side window, where you had threw your sweater onto the back of the chair and sat down. Then I was swept up by the tentacles. They slithered into my long sleeves and tore away at the fabric. They easily snapped the band of my sweatpants and let them drop to the floor as they arms hoisted me into the air. I screamed at you for help and you popped up, grinning madly at my predicament. That’s when i realized what you had done.
I knew your drugs had side effects, but i didn’t know they changed animals into crazed tickle monsters. I don’t know how you did it, since you only ever described them as “enhanced aphrodisiacs” to me.
Tickling. I had never hated it, but I had never really been tickle tortured up until now. Four arms had been used to keep me up in the air and unable to fight back. I knew there were four more left, but I only felt the one tendril slowly tracing up and down my belly.
Yet that was one too many. I couldn’t have held back my giggling. I was just too ticklish to keep my mouth shut, and tried to wriggle out of the iron grasp of the tentacles as one traced circles around my belly button. The other three simply hung in the air in front of me- an effective tease that brought a hint of panic into my giggles. I shook my head trying to shake the feeling off, to regain my composure and stop giggling. That was a mistake, as the tentacles noticed my efforts and immediately shattered my attempt by digging into my ribs and sides. Surprised by the sudden assault, I shrieked and swung my head back in wild cackling as they kneaded between each rib and squeezed out ticklish agony on my sides.
You smiled and stood up from your first-class movie seat. You walked forward slowly, savoring my bubbly laughter and the amazing view. You wanted in, but you had time to spare. The janitor already came in at 6, and individual lab areas didn’t have security watching. You stood in front of the glass as I wailed and pleaded mercy. But you knew that wasn’t it.
And you were right. I may have been screaming for help, but somewhere inside my brain whispered sweet cravings and for much more. My arms were bent behind my head. I had tentacles digging into my belly button, swirling around and making me buck and squeal. I had tendrils snaking all over my torso, poking and prodding between each ribs. I even had two slimy masses rubbing against my armpits, digging in and out of the hollows of my armpits and causing me to clench my eyes shut and scream.
I heard the door click, and you came in with the widest grin I’d ever seen. Or maybe I didn’t see, since my eyes were blinded by the tears streaming down the sides of my face from the sudden scribbles on on my inner thighs. I tried to pull them together, but i was held tight, like some kind of kinky turtle shell bondage without all the rope. You walked over, whispering the sweet tortures that you’d spend all night on me for. About how you’d take your time exploring each and every inch of my sensitive skin. How my body arched and quivered as you ran your fingers over my taut belly. And how you’d scratch your nails over my feet until my throat was hoarse from the unrelenting laughter. I couldn’t answer- the tendrils had found their way down my body and were working on goosing right above my knees and tracing the backs of my thighs. But my body did, and you watched my nipples harden as my sweat rolled down my glistening body.
You walked out for a chair and brought it back just so you could relax while enjoying the evening. You gently guided the tentacles so that I faced away from you, my knees bent so that my feet faced up in your lap. You could touch and move them as you pleased, since your DNA was coded into the aphrodisiac as a fail-safe. You gently pulled at the sides of the tentacles holding my ankles, and waited for the smaller wisps to emerge. Then you guided them to my toes, wrapping them around and pulling them away so that my soles were tight and unable to scrunch away. I tried to beg, but I sounded more like a mental asylum than human and could barely get anything out besides my laughter and a few screams. You chuckled and tapped the tentacles away. They seemed to be annoyed as they coiled away from my body, letting my aching lungs fill with precious air. I gasped for life, still giggling slightly from the lingering tingles I still felt. I wasn’t able to steady my breath in time, and I erupted as you lazily trailed your fingers over my soft soles. Up and down slowly, dragging your nail from my big toe down to my heel, then making the same torturous route back. You know I liked to keep my feet soft, just as you enjoyed it now too. My squirming and jerking didnt help as the tendrils held my toes so that you could do whatever you wished with my feet. And you were well prepared.
You set down a small bottle of oil and a small collection of “tools” you had around the house. They had been sitting in your pockets long enough. I started to beg, but you knew deep down that I enjoyed this. But you had a soft spot, so you gently brought my feet up to your face and slowly licked their creamy surface. Every crevice of my toes were deliciously tender. You spent your sweet time licking and kissing my feet, enjoying my quiet gasps and occasional giggles. And each time you thought i was enjoying it a little too much, you would nibble softly in between my toes and make me yelp. The you went back to the gentle worship. I was so lost in the sensations that I didn’t notice you pop the cap of the oil, but i did feel the amazing massage. Your thumbs pressed into my soles, while your tongue lazily trailed around my big toes like a lollipop. I started giggling like mad, my mind blurred between the tickling and pleasure. Your nimble fingers slid around my feet, in between each toes in increasingly ticklish wiggles. I couldn’t hold back my laughter as you danced around the sides of my toes. That was when i realized what you had done.
I shrieked as all ten of your nails dug straight into my soles. Almost like a dog making a hole in sand. Except there were ten dogs, and they were all scratching furiously against the slippery surface of my feet. I writhed and struggled in the tentacle hold as you explored every nook and cranny of my hypersensitive feet. Every flick on the undersides of my toes sent me into feverish peals of cackling. Each little dug into my arches made me twitch and arch my back in ticklish agony. And when ten fingers weren’t enough, you bent down to grab my hair brush. The oily skin on my soles made it easy to glide the bristled torture device up and down my feet, all the way from my heels to the balls of my feet. Then you scrubbed my toes with the brush while scraping my insteps with the other hand, all while my hair stuck to my face from the sweat and tears trickled down my face. I couldn’t laugh. I could only make wild wheezing noises and high pitched shrieks. You read me like an open book, seeing how i started to scrunch my body up.
I gasped for air. You massaged my feet again, but I was a little preoccupied with trying to get oxygen back in me. God, that was evil. You tapped the tentacle toe-holds, and they lifted my feet out of your lap. They were some of your favorite toys, but you had other new gifts to open. You quickly pushed the brush and a comb into a nearby tentacle’s grasp, then stood up and walked in front of me. You marvelled at my heaving, giggling body. My face didn’t look too different from the restless mass behind me- I was surprised it even waited this long for you. You brushed my hair to the side, quickly planting your lips over mine. I welcomed your touch. Then the tentacles started again.
The slithering inbetween my thighs combined with the squirming in the undersides of my knees made me buck and scream into your chest. You held my head there, “comforting” me and whispering into my ears as my giggles turned to chuckling, and my laughter turned into cackling. I tried to look up at you, to flash some sort of desperation and puppy eyes, but you started to poke around my stomach again, making me yelp each time your finger made contact.
Something else stirred inside me too. I finally noticed the slick honey in between my legs, and how stiff my nipples were when you brushed against them to prod my ribs. Not that I could’ve done anything, since the teasing tentacles were relentless, sliding up and down my thighs, trailing circles into my knees and back up to flick my butt cheeks. Only you seemed to care about stoking my fire, as each of your fingers started to travel elsewhere despite wriggling nonstop on my upper body. I barely noticed the change in my voice, as my high pitched laughter started to get huskier and gained a certain depth. You took the chance and started kneading.
My breath caught. My breasts had always been REALLY sensitive, but this was a different level. Your palms rubbed their way up from the undersides, your fingers learning their way around their new dough. You learned quickly, as my giggles were increasingly interrupted with gasps as your fingers rolled my nipples. You took a few seconds to roll them around, pinching them lightly and teasing the sensitive nubs as my voice quivered out of my throat. It felt quite strange to have someone else massage my breasts, especially since I was trying to enjoy it through the tickling. The tentacles actually seemed to be annoyed that my mind wandered away from its tickling, and my mind was whisked back to the tickling once they started to slither in and out of my toes. My feet were still slippery from the oil, and the already slick tentacles had free real estate sliding around my tender toes. I howled and screamed- then let out a groan as you leaned in and sucked. Your tongue lazily rolled my nipple in your mouth, while your other hand trailed south, toying with the entrance of my soaking mound.
Not this was mind busting. On one hand, the unbearable tickling continued to ramp up, with the tentacles increasing their intensity. On the other, my body was screaming for relief, for something to satisfy my cravings from the incredibly hot fire that burned in my groin. And a little somewhere else, the pleasure was slowly seeping in- but nowhere near enough. I probably became ten times wetter when I felt your hand sliding up and down my labia until I realized how much it tickled. Again, something I didn’t know. You kissed me again, tapping the tentacles holding my leg. They listened to you really obediently for some reason, and the spread my legs out, giving you full access to my honey-slicked groin all while my thighs and toes were tormented by its tickly slithering.
I probably looked really silly, with my knees out and spread. Not including the fact that my head was thrown back as I screamed in ticklish agony. You just had that goofy smile on as you sat back down, examining my genitalia as my body shook and quivered. Then as if on cue, the tentacles stopped their tickling as soon as you spread my labia open, revealing an engorged clit. I couldn’t hold back my moans as you swirled your fingers around it. You decided you weren’t done with my torture, and you picked up a small paintbrush from the floor beside you, wiggling it infront of my eyes. I opened my mouth to protest but one of the tentacles quickly covered my mouth and gagged me, muffling my begging and any chance I had to convince you to take me then and there.
You licked your lips in anticipation, twirling the brush around as the bristles came closer and closer to it’s sensitive target. I tensed my body. You waited a bit, watching for me to let my guard down for a split second. That was a mistake I regret immediately, as the first swipe of the brush happened as soon as I unclenched my teeth, sending a muffled squeak that lingered in the air. The tentacles wavered in the air, suddenly turning and wiggling in the air. You nodded, and continued flicking your brush up and down the sides of my labia. At the same time, the tentacles shot in and started scrubbing. Hard.
I screamed into the tentacle gag. I couldn’t really laugh, as the sudden ticklish barrage was too intense for me. Not that I had a choice to stop it, so I just had to endure it. If only it was that easy.
I felt smaller tendrils scraping the undersides of my armpits, drawing random shapes. I felt bumpy appendages running up and down my sides, jabbing in between my ribs and dropping down to squeeze my sides and waist. One had picked up an electric toothbrush and was using it to explore my belly button, cleaning every nook and cranny of my navel. The feeling of them all together? Way too much. I bucked and screamed, unable to stop the ticklish feelings invading my mind. I laughed silently into the gag, tears streaming down my face as my body faced the worst/best feelings in my entire life. All while you silently painted my pussy with my own juices pouring out like a waterfall. I was literally dripping, which lubricated my mound and let your paintbrush glide back and forth over my nether lips. You’d occasionally dip lower and tease my rosebud or sweep around my perineum, enjoying the squeak every time the brush made contact with the incredibly sensitive spots. Not that they made much of a difference since I was being driven mad by the wriggling mass
mashed up against my armpits. The warmth in my loins really started to burn- both the need and the growing pleasure from the paintbrush were clashing and the need was much stronger. The tingling through my body was the worse- as if my entire body was electrified with the most intense ticklish waves. Yet I couldn’t even clamp my arms down to give me a few seconds of relief from the rib poking and jabbing. You slid the brush directly onto my clit. I choked on my saliva, letting out a primal gurgle before succumbing back to wild screaming. I had almost came just from that one touch. My mind was a mess because of that. I missed the sudden surge of pleasure, but my body didn’t. I instinctively bucked my hips, trying to seek out more, anything to give me just a little more and push me over the edge.
You grinned and stood up, unzipping your pants. The throbbing in your pants was starting to hurt from how erotic the situation was. Here I was, screaming and cackling into a gag as a soaking wet mess, practically inviting you to take me in. Who are you to say no to such an invitation?
The tentacles all paused for a second the moment you plunged in, just enough for me to realize the incredible increase in pleasure and let out a hoarse moan. You went in deep, and I felt your shaft rubbing against my g-spot as you started to thrust slowly. I was a little too wet at first, and some of my juices squished out as you started to really pound me. My voice kept catching, and I couldn’t keep back my cries of pleasure. I didn’t even notice that the tentacle gag had left my mouth, as my mind untangled itself and was flooded by the rhythmic slam of pleasure.
It took maybe thirty seconds for me to come the first time. My entire body tensed and i could feel my entire womb shudder as I came. I clenched my eyes as wave after wave crashed through my body. Yet you kept going, thrusting harder and faster with every move. I gasped for air, spots in my eyes from how incredible that first one was. Then i realized the second one was happening the moment it did, even stronger than the first. I couldn’t do anything except clench my toes and ball my hands as my body took over my thoughts, washing over any last brain cell that tried to endure the wave and making me completely succumb to the orgasms.
Yet you didn’t stop thrusting. I squeaked and winced at how sensitive I was getting. Cumming had made my body really sensitive, and you pounding my g-spot sent shivers straight down my spine. The tentacles released my legs and I instantly wrapped them around your waist, trying to squeeze me closer to your throbbing member.
That was another mistake. The tentacles just rebound my feet behind your back, almost like I was sitting crosslegged with you in between my legs. And without warning, they started to scrub your brushes all over my feet. I screamed. I thought my vagina was sensitive. This tickling was on a whole different level. My feet were still a bit oily, so the bristles of the brushes scraped madly against my soles. There were tendrils wriggling in my toes again, this time the tips focused on the sensitive insides and sides of my tender tootsies. My mind wanted to split, one half taking too much pleasure and the other experiencing the insanity inducing tickle torture. I don’t know how many more times I came, but each one made me more sensitive than the last, increasing the tickling and pleasurable waves. I finally felt you burst, your member pulsing with relief, but I was far too out of it and couldn’t do anything but scream with silent pleasure/laughter.
I woke up in your arms. You had taken me back to your place, cuddling me as I slept like a log. I nuzzled up against your body, not realizing you had already woken up before me. You kissed my forehead, grinning as your fingers brushed against my sides lightly. This was going to be a long weekend.
It’s all about Perspective
Written by Chanbo
More giggles sputtered out of my lips as the tentacles slithered in and out between my toes. My chest heaved as i gasped for air, only to lose it all when i felt your fingers stroking the hollows of my armpits and jabbing at my sides. I REALLY wished i could push them away, or at least pull my hands down from their grasp. But i was stuck, trapped and laughing my head off to the relentless assault on my hyper-ticklish nerves. I looked back at your gentle smile just as you gently...
- a little while ago -
You asked me if i wanted coffee this morning, but i declined because i was already running late to work. I had already been lectured by the lab supervisor twice this week and didn’t want to hear her nasally voice screech at me for another half hour. So i said sorry and ran off to catch my train.
You were surprised at first, since we both worked at the labs. But you knew my lab head and chuckled to yourself as i bolted for the closing doors. Biologica labs- section t3nt1ck73. You never understood why my lab had such a complicated code when al the other ones simply went by “lab a”. I had told you about all the weird genetic structures we created and had shared so many success drinks that you were used to my flushed red face, whether i was ranting about the guy on the train or crying for the little dog in that documentary. You were even the one who held my long black hair back when i drank too much that one night we graduated. But we were falling out with each other despite being so close- That was my fault, for spending so much time in the lab. I spent so many late nights at the lab that you were feeling frustrated. You were patient for a long time, but you decided to mess me up a bit today, since you knew i liked to stay at the lab on friday nights to catch up.
And boy, was I surprised.
You see, we had always been close. But I had always been just out of reach. Yeah, we went on a few dates, but I never really thought much of them. I was kind of oblivious (sorry!) to your hints, but i know I would have definitely said yes if you had been a bit more blunt. Maybe that’s why you decided to go for broke.
My lab may have been bioengineering new life, but yours was developing hormones and signals. Specifically, drugs to send any living being into a sex crazed being. A kind of super-aphrodisiac that was 99% finished. Its just that you were stumped on how to remove the (kinky?) side effect that came with it. (Though, i suspected that you had been rigging the injection from the start since I discovered your special “tastes”.) But that’s why it was the perfect opportunity. Let me put it this way. I developed super octopus monsters, you developed sex drugs. You see how easy it is to piece the two together?
I didn’t.
So that’s why i didn’t suspect a thing when you came in later that night, when you came by with a mug of hot coffee. I smiled when you said hi and put it down on my desk, asking how long I’d stay tonight as you eyed the green mass wriggling inside the terrarium in the room beside us. The monster was about the size of a small car. It had its own land “island”, but the rest was water. There were smaller tanks all around in the lab filled with much smaller but similar tentacled monsters. But you only cared about the big guy. I stretched and my back cracked a bit, and you ran your hands over my shoulders to massage them. I leaned back and cooed, leaning my aching back against the chair and letting your hands work their magic.
You used to joke around with me when i felt down, calling me the biggest whale in the ocean. I thought you were calling me fat until i realized what you meant the first time you asked me out. You always called me weird names, especially that one girl you said i looked like from that game you played on the weekend with your friends. None of that really mattered, I guess.
What I’m trying to say is, is that I’ve always had fun with you. I’d trust you if there were two of me and you had to shoot the fake- and I know you’d trust me the same. I telling you that I don’t blame you for it- I’m serious. BUT it is definitely your fault that I let you tie me up every so often... Because that night was... Anyways...
That night, you offered to monitor the little“monsters” as I ran out to grab some late night dinner before the lab cafeteria closed. You stole a few glances as i slipped on a pair of flats before running out the door. I was too hungry to notice. You slid a glass vial full of pink liquid out from your jean pockets, and walked up to the green tentacles, which turn to “look” at you as you came closer to it. You smiled, before twisting the top and throwing it in the water - you knew this one was no longer monitored from my excited lunch chatter last week. You’ve seen our filtration system and knew that there would be no trace of tonight. That’s why you didn’t care about the sound of the glass shattering, or the strange chemical staining the water.
The change was immediate. Instead of swirling around in the water, the... thing started to reach around the tank as if it were some kind of spider reaching for its prey. And when it couldn’t find anything, it climbed up onto the surface, its tendrils coiled in the air and ready to strike one it felt the presence of...
I walked in, tossing you a little paper bag with a grilled wrap in it. Nothing fancy, but enough to fill our stomachs. We had a few bites, and I went on and on about how well the new ones were growing. They ate bad bacteria and ocean garbage and all sorts of junk through their eight tendrils- a modern masterpiece of biology. The big one was kind of a failure, since it still had a weird suction cup mouth and taste buds on its arms. I had the last bite of the wrap before tossing the crinkled bag into the trash.
You reminded me to refill the food in the terrarium.
I glanced at the clock. 7pm- right on time. I had actually forgot about it. I didn’t notice you rub your hands together as i fed the little ones. You helped me record what they got: micro beads, some had plastic water bottles, one had plexiglass and another had some aluminum can. You’re weirded out by how they cam survive on literal garbage, but you were too excited about the next one I had to feed.
Because of it’s mouth not having teeth or any way to break down anything, we had to put some kind of sludge or goop at the top. While it didn’t require any nutrients, it was hard to experiment what it could eat without mushing it up into pulp and adding it to a mix of cornstarch and water. Thats why we gave it chocolate pudding- it contained so much extra sugar that it only needed one pack a day. So i grabbed a snack pack from the fridge and opened the terrarium door.
You knew how ticklish I was. You liked to poke my sides every now and then, making me yelp and glare daggers at you. Then there was the time I got that pedicure set for Christmas. I couldn’t keep my feet still so you grabbed my ankle and scrubbed my feet until my tears streamed down my face from my wild cackling. And then there was that one time i thought you were massaging my feet after a long day of interviews in heels. It had felt so good until you held my big toes together and used your nails for a “massage”. Even one nail nearly made me pee myself laughing. But now that I think about it, it wasn’t that bad.
I walked in, and could tell something was off. I tried to wave at you though the side window, where you had threw your sweater onto the back of the chair and sat down. Then I was swept up by the tentacles. They slithered into my long sleeves and tore away at the fabric. They easily snapped the band of my sweatpants and let them drop to the floor as they arms hoisted me into the air. I screamed at you for help and you popped up, grinning madly at my predicament. That’s when i realized what you had done.
I knew your drugs had side effects, but i didn’t know they changed animals into crazed tickle monsters. I don’t know how you did it, since you only ever described them as “enhanced aphrodisiacs” to me.
Tickling. I had never hated it, but I had never really been tickle tortured up until now. Four arms had been used to keep me up in the air and unable to fight back. I knew there were four more left, but I only felt the one tendril slowly tracing up and down my belly.
Yet that was one too many. I couldn’t have held back my giggling. I was just too ticklish to keep my mouth shut, and tried to wriggle out of the iron grasp of the tentacles as one traced circles around my belly button. The other three simply hung in the air in front of me- an effective tease that brought a hint of panic into my giggles. I shook my head trying to shake the feeling off, to regain my composure and stop giggling. That was a mistake, as the tentacles noticed my efforts and immediately shattered my attempt by digging into my ribs and sides. Surprised by the sudden assault, I shrieked and swung my head back in wild cackling as they kneaded between each rib and squeezed out ticklish agony on my sides.
You smiled and stood up from your first-class movie seat. You walked forward slowly, savoring my bubbly laughter and the amazing view. You wanted in, but you had time to spare. The janitor already came in at 6, and individual lab areas didn’t have security watching. You stood in front of the glass as I wailed and pleaded mercy. But you knew that wasn’t it.
And you were right. I may have been screaming for help, but somewhere inside my brain whispered sweet cravings and for much more. My arms were bent behind my head. I had tentacles digging into my belly button, swirling around and making me buck and squeal. I had tendrils snaking all over my torso, poking and prodding between each ribs. I even had two slimy masses rubbing against my armpits, digging in and out of the hollows of my armpits and causing me to clench my eyes shut and scream.
I heard the door click, and you came in with the widest grin I’d ever seen. Or maybe I didn’t see, since my eyes were blinded by the tears streaming down the sides of my face from the sudden scribbles on on my inner thighs. I tried to pull them together, but i was held tight, like some kind of kinky turtle shell bondage without all the rope. You walked over, whispering the sweet tortures that you’d spend all night on me for. About how you’d take your time exploring each and every inch of my sensitive skin. How my body arched and quivered as you ran your fingers over my taut belly. And how you’d scratch your nails over my feet until my throat was hoarse from the unrelenting laughter. I couldn’t answer- the tendrils had found their way down my body and were working on goosing right above my knees and tracing the backs of my thighs. But my body did, and you watched my nipples harden as my sweat rolled down my glistening body.
You walked out for a chair and brought it back just so you could relax while enjoying the evening. You gently guided the tentacles so that I faced away from you, my knees bent so that my feet faced up in your lap. You could touch and move them as you pleased, since your DNA was coded into the aphrodisiac as a fail-safe. You gently pulled at the sides of the tentacles holding my ankles, and waited for the smaller wisps to emerge. Then you guided them to my toes, wrapping them around and pulling them away so that my soles were tight and unable to scrunch away. I tried to beg, but I sounded more like a mental asylum than human and could barely get anything out besides my laughter and a few screams. You chuckled and tapped the tentacles away. They seemed to be annoyed as they coiled away from my body, letting my aching lungs fill with precious air. I gasped for life, still giggling slightly from the lingering tingles I still felt. I wasn’t able to steady my breath in time, and I erupted as you lazily trailed your fingers over my soft soles. Up and down slowly, dragging your nail from my big toe down to my heel, then making the same torturous route back. You know I liked to keep my feet soft, just as you enjoyed it now too. My squirming and jerking didnt help as the tendrils held my toes so that you could do whatever you wished with my feet. And you were well prepared.
You set down a small bottle of oil and a small collection of “tools” you had around the house. They had been sitting in your pockets long enough. I started to beg, but you knew deep down that I enjoyed this. But you had a soft spot, so you gently brought my feet up to your face and slowly licked their creamy surface. Every crevice of my toes were deliciously tender. You spent your sweet time licking and kissing my feet, enjoying my quiet gasps and occasional giggles. And each time you thought i was enjoying it a little too much, you would nibble softly in between my toes and make me yelp. The you went back to the gentle worship. I was so lost in the sensations that I didn’t notice you pop the cap of the oil, but i did feel the amazing massage. Your thumbs pressed into my soles, while your tongue lazily trailed around my big toes like a lollipop. I started giggling like mad, my mind blurred between the tickling and pleasure. Your nimble fingers slid around my feet, in between each toes in increasingly ticklish wiggles. I couldn’t hold back my laughter as you danced around the sides of my toes. That was when i realized what you had done.
I shrieked as all ten of your nails dug straight into my soles. Almost like a dog making a hole in sand. Except there were ten dogs, and they were all scratching furiously against the slippery surface of my feet. I writhed and struggled in the tentacle hold as you explored every nook and cranny of my hypersensitive feet. Every flick on the undersides of my toes sent me into feverish peals of cackling. Each little dug into my arches made me twitch and arch my back in ticklish agony. And when ten fingers weren’t enough, you bent down to grab my hair brush. The oily skin on my soles made it easy to glide the bristled torture device up and down my feet, all the way from my heels to the balls of my feet. Then you scrubbed my toes with the brush while scraping my insteps with the other hand, all while my hair stuck to my face from the sweat and tears trickled down my face. I couldn’t laugh. I could only make wild wheezing noises and high pitched shrieks. You read me like an open book, seeing how i started to scrunch my body up.
I gasped for air. You massaged my feet again, but I was a little preoccupied with trying to get oxygen back in me. God, that was evil. You tapped the tentacle toe-holds, and they lifted my feet out of your lap. They were some of your favorite toys, but you had other new gifts to open. You quickly pushed the brush and a comb into a nearby tentacle’s grasp, then stood up and walked in front of me. You marvelled at my heaving, giggling body. My face didn’t look too different from the restless mass behind me- I was surprised it even waited this long for you. You brushed my hair to the side, quickly planting your lips over mine. I welcomed your touch. Then the tentacles started again.
The slithering inbetween my thighs combined with the squirming in the undersides of my knees made me buck and scream into your chest. You held my head there, “comforting” me and whispering into my ears as my giggles turned to chuckling, and my laughter turned into cackling. I tried to look up at you, to flash some sort of desperation and puppy eyes, but you started to poke around my stomach again, making me yelp each time your finger made contact.
Something else stirred inside me too. I finally noticed the slick honey in between my legs, and how stiff my nipples were when you brushed against them to prod my ribs. Not that I could’ve done anything, since the teasing tentacles were relentless, sliding up and down my thighs, trailing circles into my knees and back up to flick my butt cheeks. Only you seemed to care about stoking my fire, as each of your fingers started to travel elsewhere despite wriggling nonstop on my upper body. I barely noticed the change in my voice, as my high pitched laughter started to get huskier and gained a certain depth. You took the chance and started kneading.
My breath caught. My breasts had always been REALLY sensitive, but this was a different level. Your palms rubbed their way up from the undersides, your fingers learning their way around their new dough. You learned quickly, as my giggles were increasingly interrupted with gasps as your fingers rolled my nipples. You took a few seconds to roll them around, pinching them lightly and teasing the sensitive nubs as my voice quivered out of my throat. It felt quite strange to have someone else massage my breasts, especially since I was trying to enjoy it through the tickling. The tentacles actually seemed to be annoyed that my mind wandered away from its tickling, and my mind was whisked back to the tickling once they started to slither in and out of my toes. My feet were still slippery from the oil, and the already slick tentacles had free real estate sliding around my tender toes. I howled and screamed- then let out a groan as you leaned in and sucked. Your tongue lazily rolled my nipple in your mouth, while your other hand trailed south, toying with the entrance of my soaking mound.
Not this was mind busting. On one hand, the unbearable tickling continued to ramp up, with the tentacles increasing their intensity. On the other, my body was screaming for relief, for something to satisfy my cravings from the incredibly hot fire that burned in my groin. And a little somewhere else, the pleasure was slowly seeping in- but nowhere near enough. I probably became ten times wetter when I felt your hand sliding up and down my labia until I realized how much it tickled. Again, something I didn’t know. You kissed me again, tapping the tentacles holding my leg. They listened to you really obediently for some reason, and the spread my legs out, giving you full access to my honey-slicked groin all while my thighs and toes were tormented by its tickly slithering.
I probably looked really silly, with my knees out and spread. Not including the fact that my head was thrown back as I screamed in ticklish agony. You just had that goofy smile on as you sat back down, examining my genitalia as my body shook and quivered. Then as if on cue, the tentacles stopped their tickling as soon as you spread my labia open, revealing an engorged clit. I couldn’t hold back my moans as you swirled your fingers around it. You decided you weren’t done with my torture, and you picked up a small paintbrush from the floor beside you, wiggling it infront of my eyes. I opened my mouth to protest but one of the tentacles quickly covered my mouth and gagged me, muffling my begging and any chance I had to convince you to take me then and there.
You licked your lips in anticipation, twirling the brush around as the bristles came closer and closer to it’s sensitive target. I tensed my body. You waited a bit, watching for me to let my guard down for a split second. That was a mistake I regret immediately, as the first swipe of the brush happened as soon as I unclenched my teeth, sending a muffled squeak that lingered in the air. The tentacles wavered in the air, suddenly turning and wiggling in the air. You nodded, and continued flicking your brush up and down the sides of my labia. At the same time, the tentacles shot in and started scrubbing. Hard.
I screamed into the tentacle gag. I couldn’t really laugh, as the sudden ticklish barrage was too intense for me. Not that I had a choice to stop it, so I just had to endure it. If only it was that easy.
I felt smaller tendrils scraping the undersides of my armpits, drawing random shapes. I felt bumpy appendages running up and down my sides, jabbing in between my ribs and dropping down to squeeze my sides and waist. One had picked up an electric toothbrush and was using it to explore my belly button, cleaning every nook and cranny of my navel. The feeling of them all together? Way too much. I bucked and screamed, unable to stop the ticklish feelings invading my mind. I laughed silently into the gag, tears streaming down my face as my body faced the worst/best feelings in my entire life. All while you silently painted my pussy with my own juices pouring out like a waterfall. I was literally dripping, which lubricated my mound and let your paintbrush glide back and forth over my nether lips. You’d occasionally dip lower and tease my rosebud or sweep around my perineum, enjoying the squeak every time the brush made contact with the incredibly sensitive spots. Not that they made much of a difference since I was being driven mad by the wriggling mass
mashed up against my armpits. The warmth in my loins really started to burn- both the need and the growing pleasure from the paintbrush were clashing and the need was much stronger. The tingling through my body was the worse- as if my entire body was electrified with the most intense ticklish waves. Yet I couldn’t even clamp my arms down to give me a few seconds of relief from the rib poking and jabbing. You slid the brush directly onto my clit. I choked on my saliva, letting out a primal gurgle before succumbing back to wild screaming. I had almost came just from that one touch. My mind was a mess because of that. I missed the sudden surge of pleasure, but my body didn’t. I instinctively bucked my hips, trying to seek out more, anything to give me just a little more and push me over the edge.
You grinned and stood up, unzipping your pants. The throbbing in your pants was starting to hurt from how erotic the situation was. Here I was, screaming and cackling into a gag as a soaking wet mess, practically inviting you to take me in. Who are you to say no to such an invitation?
The tentacles all paused for a second the moment you plunged in, just enough for me to realize the incredible increase in pleasure and let out a hoarse moan. You went in deep, and I felt your shaft rubbing against my g-spot as you started to thrust slowly. I was a little too wet at first, and some of my juices squished out as you started to really pound me. My voice kept catching, and I couldn’t keep back my cries of pleasure. I didn’t even notice that the tentacle gag had left my mouth, as my mind untangled itself and was flooded by the rhythmic slam of pleasure.
It took maybe thirty seconds for me to come the first time. My entire body tensed and i could feel my entire womb shudder as I came. I clenched my eyes as wave after wave crashed through my body. Yet you kept going, thrusting harder and faster with every move. I gasped for air, spots in my eyes from how incredible that first one was. Then i realized the second one was happening the moment it did, even stronger than the first. I couldn’t do anything except clench my toes and ball my hands as my body took over my thoughts, washing over any last brain cell that tried to endure the wave and making me completely succumb to the orgasms.
Yet you didn’t stop thrusting. I squeaked and winced at how sensitive I was getting. Cumming had made my body really sensitive, and you pounding my g-spot sent shivers straight down my spine. The tentacles released my legs and I instantly wrapped them around your waist, trying to squeeze me closer to your throbbing member.
That was another mistake. The tentacles just rebound my feet behind your back, almost like I was sitting crosslegged with you in between my legs. And without warning, they started to scrub your brushes all over my feet. I screamed. I thought my vagina was sensitive. This tickling was on a whole different level. My feet were still a bit oily, so the bristles of the brushes scraped madly against my soles. There were tendrils wriggling in my toes again, this time the tips focused on the sensitive insides and sides of my tender tootsies. My mind wanted to split, one half taking too much pleasure and the other experiencing the insanity inducing tickle torture. I don’t know how many more times I came, but each one made me more sensitive than the last, increasing the tickling and pleasurable waves. I finally felt you burst, your member pulsing with relief, but I was far too out of it and couldn’t do anything but scream with silent pleasure/laughter.
I woke up in your arms. You had taken me back to your place, cuddling me as I slept like a log. I nuzzled up against your body, not realizing you had already woken up before me. You kissed my forehead, grinning as your fingers brushed against my sides lightly. This was going to be a long weekend.
