There's no time to think

of a clever plan. As you feel Bryan's hands make contact with your sensitive bare feet, you simply draw a deep breath and prepare to stonewall. Bryan's fingers spider up and down your soles, and at first you hardly feel ticklish at all. This might not be so bad, you think.

You try to stay totally silent to conserve your energy. Just when you think you'll be able to take it, Bryan finds some sensitive spots on your heels and ankles. "Huh-ha-hey, that ti-tickles!" you cry. The golden glow gets stronger and the tickling grows more intense.

You're still just letting out an occasional "ha" or "ho" when Bryan begins to trace a little line gently up and down your arches. "Hahahahuhha," you giggle, "c'mohahon, Bry, not my feeheeheeheeheet!" Again the golden glow gets stronger, and Bryan's hands don't feel like your friend's anymore.

For a little while you laugh steadily, but when the tickling fiend attacks between your toes... "YAAAHAHA! NOHOHO! WEHEHE!" The louder and more hysterically you laugh, the more hyper-ticklish your bare feet feel and the stronger the golden glow becomes until the Demon Tickler that used to be your friend Bryan announces its Ultimate Tickle. Before you can even brace for it, you feel a tickling sensation so overwhelming that you lose consciousness at once.

Written by stephan

Tickle Hell

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