Advanact's
The Liar
The Liar
Chapter 1
Where was he?
The last William Richards remembered, he had just stepped in his front door after a long, hard day at work. The responsibilities this young lawyer faced were daunting at times, and this day had presented one of his most difficult decisions. At the ripe old age of 27, he had been forced to choose between a successful career or his continued integrity.
Faced with a difficult case, in order to preserve his client's best interests William had distorted the truth in open court. "Alright," he conceded to himself as he flopped, exhausted, on his couch, "I LIED to the court. Big deal."
The senior partners at Bill's firm had spoken with him in private about his actions and dismissed his concerns.
"Don't sweat it kid, we all have to distort the truth some time or another."
"Yeah, it'll do you good. Just wait 'til next paycheque! Haw! That win'll help us loads!" Despite the assurance of his employers however, William just couldn't feel comfortable with the concept of lying. He hadn't lied for as long as he could remember and it disturbed him, vaguely, that he had today.
He always had a feeling that something bad would happen if he lied but could never put his finger on what that would be. "Ah, well," chuckled William as he headed off to the bedroom for a well deserved nap. "It's probably just 'Junior Lawyer Jitters'. Heck, I won, didn't I? I'll go out to celebrate later tonight."
Just as the lad stepped through his bedroom door however, the air distorted, shapes shifted, he felt a strong sensation of 'push' and now, he found himself standing here, in this very bizarre room.
Rubbing his eyes to ensure he was seeing straight, William focused again on the strange world before him. Everything was pink and white and seemed to be made of satin! It seemed too bizarre to be believed, but as he traced his hands over a nearby table, the strange structure felt too real to be dismissed as a hallucination. Soft, solid, truly unbelievable -- but real.
Glancing around, the perplexed young man also noticed the scale of the furnishings. Satin coffee tables were at eye level, giant chairs would require furious climbing to get into properly. It was as though he'd been shrunk down to the size of a two-year old but, looking down at his suit, he saw that was not the case -- he remained unchanged.
Everything was odd and yet ... familiar? He just couldn't place his finger on it...
"*giggle* ... Well! Hello again, Billy."
Spinning quickly to face the source of the contralto voice, the young man gasped in shock at the creature that stood before him.
"*giggle* Why, Billy! You seem so surprised to see me ... *giggle* ... weren't you expecting to come for a visit today, hmm?"
Quickly regaining his composure, William asked, "Who are you, h-h-how do you know my name and what the HELL DO YOU WANT!"
"Tsk, tsk ..." scolded the feminine beast. "That's no way for a naughty little boy like you to talk."
Shifting on it's massive feet, the creature paused a while and then gasped before she spoke again. "Oh! Oh, of course! Silly me, I keep forgetting.
"Every time you visit me, Billy, I make sure you forget your little stay. So you don't remember me now, do you? ... *giggle* ...
"Oh, that's silly. I'm sure that deep down you probably STILL know me and remember me in your dreams from time to time. Goodness! It's been years since you've come to see me.
"Oooooooooh! I've missed you so much!"
Still confused, William asked, "What are you? What do you want with me?"
"Now, Billy. Don't be such a silly child.
"... *giggle* ... You know what happens to naughty little boys who lie..."
"Oh no!" he gasped. "It couldn't be!"
He remembered now ... back to childhood...
Chapter 2
When William was 2, he committed his first crime. Not a major one, mind you -- he took a cookie without first asking -- but his mother, a caring young girl of 21 years, didn't wish to see her son turn out bad.
Noticing the cookie gone from the tray of freshly cooked goods, she felt that punishment was definitely in order for the naughty lad. Yet, taking a cookie wasn't that bad an offense. What to do.... After a few minutes of thought, the young woman came up with the perfect solution.
She had just finished her aerobic exercises and so, dressed in her black, skin-tight body leotard and white socks, she rifled through the kitchen drawers to find. "Ah, yes," she nodded, making her pony-tail bounce. "Just what I was looking for..."
Walking about the house, the young mother soon found her son, crumbs about his face, sitting on the living room couch. Seeing her enter, the boy quickly hid his cookie-covered hands behind his back.
"Well, young man," spoke the woman, in the most authoritative tone she could muster. "There's a cookie missing from my tray. Would you happen to be the naughty little boy that took it, hmm?"
"N-no..." murmured young William, guilty as could be.
"Well, I think differently and seeing those crumbs on your face certainly adds to my suspicions. Show me your hands."
Slowly, the boy moved his hands from behind his back and held them out before his mother.
"Ah ha!" exclaimed the woman, "cookie crumbs!
Pulling her hands from behind her back, the mother shook the white, cotton gloves that she brought with her from the kitchen. "Oooooh, not only a naughty boy but a liar too! Tell me, Billy. Do you know what happens to bad little boys that lie to their Mummy?"
"N-no..." whispered the nervous lad.
Slipping the white gloves over her hands, the mother continued "Well, I'll tell you ... "
"Naughty little boys that lie to their Mummy get visited by the Tickle Monster!" Wiggling her glove-clad fingers, the young mother slowly began to approach the guilty child.
"Look out, Billy ... Here she comes! The Tickle Monster's gonna getcha! Coochie coochie cooooooo..."
Shocked at the prospect of this most unpleasant of punishments, Billy bolted from the couch and ran as fast as he could from his mother's wiggling fingers. As fit as she was though, it didn't take long for the young mother to catch her naughty son, clasp him tight to her ample, spandex-clad bosom and carry him up to her king-sized bed.
Tossing the boy to the middle of the mattress, the young woman stood at the baseboard and wiggled her fingers menacingly.
"Ooooooooh!" she giggled. "Look at this! A naughty little boy for the Tickle Monster to play with..."
Backing away from the wiggling fingers, the boy begged, "No Mummy, please don't tickle me! I lied! I took the cookie! I'm sorry... I won't do it again, Mummy. I Promise!"
"Aaaaw," cooed the woman, as she reached out to stroke the boy's face, "That's a good boy, Billy. I'm glad you apologized... You won't lie to Mummy again, will you?"
"Uh-uh"
Grinning, she hugged her son and gently kissed his forehead. She believed the boy's sincerity and wanted to switch his saddened mood. Her solution wasn't too difficult to predict.
Crouching before him on the mattress, the young mother raised her white, wiggling fingers above her head. "Too late, Billy! You're in the lair of the Tickle Monster now. And the Tickle Monster just looooooooves to coochie little boys! Coochie coochie coooooooooooo!" and her hands descended on the giggling lad.
"Geeehehehehehehehehhehehehee!" squealed the happy lad. "Noooooohohohohohoho!"
"*giggle* ... Tickle, tickle, tickle..." teased the woman, as her gloves wiggled against her hysterical son's ribs. "Can't get away from the Tickle Monster.... Coochie coochie cooooooo!"
Continuing her tickles for ten minutes more -- with short snuggle-breaks, of course -- the young woman made the boy promise never to lie ever, EVER again. And Billy certainly meant it.
However, little boys often forget the lessons they've learned and Billy had many more visits from the Tickle Monster in the years to come. Always wearing the tight black spandex outfit, white socks and gloves that Billy associated with her, the Tickle Monster spent many an afternoon chasing her son about the house, playing tickling games and teasing him into fits of giggling, hysterical delight.
In time, Billy's friends also learned of the opportunity to be tickled by the bosomy Mrs. Richards and would never miss a chance to visit and be captured in the beautiful Tickle Monster's clutches. Often, children of the neighborhood would spend an entire afternoon venturing into the Tickle Monster's lair, taking turns trying to dash to the far wall and back without being caught. Of course, the nimble Mrs. Richards would catch those that entered her bedroom and so her visitors would always find themselves trapped -- face down on the mother's soft bed, arms firmly held at their sides by the woman's legs, back snugly pressed by her spandex-covered bottom, their face teased by the wiggling, white socked feet that held them tight as her gentle tickling gloves piggied their toes into helpless laughter.
"*giggle* Have you learned your lesson yet, Charlie? Hmm?" Mrs. Richards would tease, as a happy victim squealed beneath her tickling gloves. "Will the naughty boy try to sneak into the Tickle Monster's lair again? Hmm? *giggle* ..."
"Noooohohohohohohohohoho! Heeeeeeheheheellllellellllpppppp! Mummmieeeeeeeeehehehehehehehehee!"
"*giggle* ... Well, the Tickle Monster doesn't think this little boy's learned his lesson yet. I wonder if his widdle belly button is ticklish too? Tickle, tickle tickle... Here come the coochie gloves! Gitsee goooooooooooooooo!"
Mrs. Richards loved to tickle and, as the children saw it, Billy's home was the best place to visit. EVER!
But time passed and the children grew. Eventually, Billy was too old for the Tickle Monster and never again needed to fear his mother's retribution should he be caught in a lie. This led to a bit of carelessness.
On occasion, William would lie when it suited him. "I lost my homework", "The dog ate it", "I don't know who did that", little things. Nothing major. And he got away with it every time. Until....
One night, at the age of 14 when he was preparing for bed, William found himself warped to a bizarre place. A world of soft, satiny furniture so large and puffy as to make him feel like a child again. It was the place that, again, the adult William Richards found himself today.
The man's daze was gone and he now recognized the creature that stood before him. Towering at fully four times his height was a slick, black thing; skin smooth and soft as if covered completely by spandex. The body was a large, round ball, fully 20 feet across and stood balanced atop two large, goofy feet clothed in white socks and black mary-jane slippers. There were no facial features to tell the front of the beast from the back and no discernible source for the soothingly feminine voice that carried her teasing. Just a large, soft, spandex covered ball on goofy feet.
Of course, there were also the arms.
Tens of them, tentacles uncountably snaking from the torso of the creature, each ending in a large, soft hand; stylized as if from a cartoon, with three fingers and a thumb under a thick, white glove. The fingers of each, constantly wiggling.
She was the Tickle Monster.
Chapter 3
It all came back to him now. It always did whenever he was sent to the Tickle Monster's lair.
Every time William had lied since he was too old for his mother's gloves, he had found himself visiting this mysterious creature's lair. Kept for days on end, time in the outside world mysteriously held still while he was in the monster's clutches. His time of punishment could thus last as long as the creature desired without any worry of discovery from those who might seek to ruin her fun.
There was no avoiding the punishment. There was no hope of escape. There was only the certainty that he would once again be captured by this creature's hands and toyed with until he had learned his lesson.
The Tickle Monster didn't believe in spoiling naughty little boys.
"N-no..." mumbled William, as he stepped in fear from the beast before him. "I-I-I-I didn't know you'd come for me again. I forgot!
"*giggle* ... Now, Billy, you know that's no excuse for being naughty. Little boys should be good even if the tickle monster ISN'T going to come for them.
"Why, if I came for you every time you were naughty, you'd be laughing all the time, you silly little boy. You have to learn to be good all by yourself... *giggle* ..."
Seeing a chance at escape, William attempted to reason with the beast. "Well," he stated, as firmly as possible. "If the only way I can be good is to learn by myself, then I should be let go to reason out my own problems then. Correct?"
"... *giggle* ... "
"And if I reason those difficulties through successfully, as I'm sure I will, then I would be free to lead my life in ethically pure happiness. Right?"
Waving her hands frantically, the tickle monster cooed excitedly "Oh, Billy! I'm so PROUD of you. You're all grown up, aren't you?"
Standing somewhat taller, the man nodded his agreement.
"*giggle* ... Ooooh! Remember how I told you waaaaaaay back when you were a little boy that no matter how old you got, no matter how much of a grownup you'd become, you'd still always be my ticklish little boy. Hmmm?"
William could only nod his agreement. His confidence almost completely vanished as he remembered that proclamation of years ago.
"Oooooooooh! Then let's get you out of that stuffy old suit and back into your play clothes. Hmm?"
"N-no.... NO!" turning to run, William had barely made a step when the familiar grip of the tickle monster's glove closed on his wrist.
"Uh-uhhhhhhhh ... *giggle* ... Naughty boy. Musn't run from Nana..."
"Gaaaaaah!" screamed the panicked man, wriggling desperately as a second glove grasped his ankle. "No Mummy, please! I'll be good from now on, I promise!"
"*giggle* ... Aaaaaw," Cooed the creature, amused at the man's regression to childhood. "Isn't that sweet. Mummy's ticklish man is still her naughty little baby boy inside." Continuing her giggles as the sixth and seventh gloves clutched her victim, the tickle monster soon had her captive firmly immobilized -- the 10 gloved hands appearing as an impossible cartoon against William's staid business attire.
"Now," teased the monster. "Let's get you out of that stuffy suit, hmmmm?"
"Noooooooooooo!" But protests were of no help. Soon, five more gloves busied themselves with removing William's jacket, tie and shirt. Teasing with their deliberate slowness, the pudgy fingers surely undid each button, clasp, shoelace and zipper until the man stood bare before the multi-armed monster; squirming and blushing at his embarrasedly exposed state.
"*giggle* ... Oh, now don't be silly. Nana's seen little bare bums before."
"No!!!! Let me gooooooooooooooo!!!"
Not fond of rebellion, the tickle monster sent one of her gloved hands to firmly slap William's exposed bottom, immediately silencing his protests.
"Now, if I have any more of that nonsense from you, young man, you'll soon find that Mummy's hands are as good at spanking as they are at coochie ... *giggle* ... And you can bet your ticklish little bum, you wouldn't want to learn that!"
Having little doubt the creature would make good her threats, William surrendered and let the hands lay him down upon the satiny floor.
"Goooood baby," cooed the giant. "Now, let Nana dress you nice ... *giggle* ... there'll be time to bathe you later..."
Within moments, several hands descended holding the uniform that William knew far too well: soft, thick underpants, shorts and socks -- the shorts black, the remainder a bright white. Offering little protection, with the socks often slipping on the satin floor, the only purpose for this uniform was to increase his appeal to the Tickle Monster -- who giggled in delight as she dressed William in her chosen clothes.
With Bill offering no resistance, it took little time before the beast had the man-turned-boy clothed to her preferences once again.
"Oh my! Just look at you!" taunted the creature as she stood William up before her. "What a pretty boy! *giggle* ... All bright and clean... You're just my sweet widdle Billy-willy, just like always..."
"P-please, miss," stammered the lad. "I wouldn't have lied if I knew I'd end up here again. Honest!"
"Tut, tut... you silly boy! That's the whole point ... *giggle* ... You should always be good, act sweet and never, EVER tell a lie. You don't need a bad 'ol coochiemonster to keep you in line! You should act like a grownup now."
"But I do!" protested William. "I do act like a grownup!"
"But grownups don't lie like naughty little boys... *giggle* ... and if Billy's gonna act like a widdle boy again, well then..."
"... *giggle* ...
"Billy's gonna spend some time with the Tickle Monster..."
Slowly, the gloves clutching William's wrists began to rise; bringing with them his two bare arms.
"Now then," began the creature, as she sent two wiggling hands towards the lad's wrists. "I wonder if this sweet widdle boy remembers where these wiggly hands like to visit..."
"N-no! Please!"
"Tut-tut..." scolded the coochiemonster, as her gloved fingers touched down on the lad's forearm. "Musn't beg now... *giggle* ... you know it doesn't do you any good..."
Slowly, the fingers began to drag down the man's arms. With his arms held at length over his head, William could do little but kick and squirm about, trying to resist the tickles he knew were inevitable.
"C'mon now, Billy ... *giggle* ... just a widdle smile for Mummy? Hmm? Hmm?"
"Grrrrprhmmphmmmmmmmph..."
"*giggle* ... Just a widdle smile from Mummy's ticklish widdle baby boy? C'mon, Billy... C'mon ..."
Then, as the fingers danced just above the lad's exposed armpits, the creature began the teasing that the boy knew far too well.
"Kitchie ... *giggle* ... Gootsie.... *giggle* ... Coochie coochie coooooooooo! Here come the fingers of the tickle monster to coochie her little booooooooooyyyyyy..." With deliberate, teasing wiggles, two of the gloved fingers began to dance within the man's exposed armpits, reducing him in giggles to the helpless, ticklish boy he once was.
"Gggggeeee
"eehehehehehehehehehehehe
"hehehehehnnnnnoooooohohohohohohohohohohohohohhohohohohohohohooo!!!!"
"*giggle* ... Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Coochie cooooooooo!" Continuing the wiggling tickles with two gloved fingers, the coochiemonster began to bring forward over thirty more gloved hands. Holding each a precise three feet from the giggling man, the tickle monster wiggled the hundreds of gloved fingers in teasing, tickling gestures.
"Coochie coochie coooooooooo! *giggle* Oooooooooh, my widdle baby boy's getting such a tickle from my two naughty fingers. Just imagine what it'll be like when I sent ALL of my hands to gitsee you at once ... *giggle*"
Surrounded in all directions by a cave of white, wiggling fingers, the tickles in William's armpits were made all the worse by the realization that the efforts of the two digits were the merest, most infinitesimal tickling that the coochiemonster's hands could bring.
In the clutches of these gentle hands there was no hope, there was no escape, there was only the reality of the Tickle Monster.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooohohohohohohohohoho!!!! StaaaaaahahahahahahaahahahaapppppPPPLllleeeeeehehehehehehehessse..."
Giggling hysterically, hopelessly blowing at the white fingers wiggling mere inches from the reach of his mouth, William struggled and begged for ten minutes more while the coochiemonster continued her taunts from beyond the wiggling wall of white fingers.
"Gitsee gitsee goooooooo!!!
" ... *giggle* ... Oooooooooh, Billy! You're gonna get such a coochin'...
"... Why, just look at ALL those hands! Oh, my! ... *giggle* ...
"... I'll bet those fingers'll tease your ticklish tummy something awful!
"... Awwwwww, what a poor, helpless ticklish baby boy ... *giggle* ...
"... Nana'll tickle until you're a good little boy again ... *giggle* ... You'll see...
"... Giggle for Mummy now ... giggle for Mummy ... *giggle* ...that's a goooood boy."
And giggle William did.
With two fingers tickling his exposed armpits and the cave of wiggling gloves teasing close about him, the boy remained hysterical in helpless, ticklish laughter for quite some time. Trapped in the loving hands of the tickle monster, Billy was helpless to resist the waves of laughter that washed over him time and again despite his best efforts at control.
In his few moments of free thought, William resolved to himself that he would not give in to the creature's demands this time, that he would remain his own person, that he would escape, that he would do as HE decided in the outside world and not as this creature dictated by her tickling hands.
As always, it would be quite some time before the Tickle Monster was satisfied Billy would act as a good boy should.
*to be continued..?*