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Lovely Tickles
Lovely Tickles
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Chapter Three
The day William was dreading had finally arrived.
The past few months had not been kind to the lad's mother. The new job for which she had relocated to this pleasant small town had become more challenging as times became harder, and the once-distant threat of out-of-town work soon become a reality.
At first a simple phone call would resolve things. Then, a brief day-trip to ensure all was well with remote clients. But now the woman was facing the prospect of occasional week-long jaunts to the other side of the country, and a full-time nanny to take care of her young son was completely beyond her means.
Sadly for William, Mrs. Lovely was perfectly willing to accommodate the young mother's needs.
"Why, a week's stay would be nothing! Little Billy is such a delight to care for.
"I'll have a guest room made ready and, whenever you need someone to care for your precious little boy, you just bring him to me and I'll treat him as if he were my own..."
And so it was that William found himself packing for a week's Summertime visit with his hated babysitter.
"Don't forget to wear your new outfit!" trilled his mother, as the lad sullenly selected the items for his week away. "I'm sure Mrs. Lovely spent a lot of time getting those new clothes for you and she'd be so happy to see you in them."
William grimaced and walked dejectedly to his bedroom drawers. Sighing as he removed the package received on his last visit to his caretaker's house, the lad began to change clothes and wear the ridiculous outfit provided by Mrs. Lovely.
He suspected something along these lines might happen after the matron spent an afternoon collecting thorough measurements a few months back. Awkward as it was to have the plump woman grope him with measuring tape, it did keep her occupied and so spared William from another of her infantilizing kissing games.
Besides, it wasn't as though he had a choice: The matron would have just tickled him until he begged to be measured anyhow. Of all the lessons William had learned over the past few months, the certainty that disobedience led to tickling was the clearest of them all.
Regarding himself in the mirrored closet door, the lad winced at his ridiculous appearance. It wasn't a terribly complicated outfit, but the pink t-shirt and cherry red shorts were both a bit too tight for his tastes. The glossy fabric out of which both were made felt awkwardly feminine against his skin, and the bright white ankle socks and red velvet mary jane slippers he was now forced to wear seemed positively infantile.
Watching in the mirror as he experimentally paced back and forth, William tried to fake a bit of confidence in order to hide his discomfort, but there was no denying how unspeakably sissy he now appeared. That by itself would be bad enough, but the infantile patterns printed on his new clothes made his hated babysitter's ownership of the situation uncomfortably clear. With a large pink valentine heart printed on each of his short's bottom cheeks and the word "tickle" written in red script around the ankle of each of his frilly white ankle socks, the meaning of the playful red and white letters which stood out on his shirt were uncomfortably clear. He was now "Monster Food", and William knew exactly what kind of monster would soon be pursuing him for its 'dinner'.
Shuddering at the thought of what he was in store for, the lad wondered again why his mom insisted upon sending him back into the arms of that devilishly cheerful tormenter. Sullenly walking downstairs to join his mother, William couldn't wait to change back into the clothes he had packed for his week away. With luck, he'd be able to swap back into his normal outfit the moment his mother left for her trip.
"Oh, aren't you adorable!" she trilled, as the lad approached the front door. "I hope you appreciate how much time Mrs. Lovely spent getting those clothes together for you."
"No!" snapped the boy, as he looked angrily up into his mother's eyes. "I look stupid! I don't wanna see Mrs. Lovely again. Why can't I stay with a friend instead?"
Stifling a giggle as she watched the ridiculously clothed lad petulantly stomp his velvet-shod foot before her, the young mother teased "Now, that's no way for a good little boy to act, is it? You don't want to end up being 'monster food' again, do you?"
"That's not funny, Mom!" shouted William, as he crossed his arms to cover the suggestive letters printed on the front of his satin shirt. "She's gonna tickle me again! She's gonna tickle me all week long!
"You know I hate that!"
"Oh, don't be silly," teased the boy's mother, as she dismissed the brightly clothed lad's outburst with an amused giggle. "Mrs. Lovely is not going to tickle you for the whole week. I doubt she'll even tickle you for a minute!
"With the amount you exaggerate about the afternoons at your babysitter's house, it's no wonder she teases you so much about your complaining."
"But MOM! She DOES tickle me! She tickles me for HOURS! Just look at what she's asked me to wear!
"PLEASE don't leave me with her again! She's CRAZY!"
Pursing her lips in disapproval, the lad's mother turned serious for a moment. "Now, that's no way to talk about nice Mrs. Lovely. She's done a lot to help us, you know, and I want you to be on your best behaviour while you're with her."
"BUT MOM!"
"Hmm?" answered the young woman with a playful grin. "Billy isn't being disobedient, is he?
"I've heard about what happens to little boys who disobey..." raising her hands up before her with a playful finger wiggle, the lad's mother giggled in amusement as she watched William's face blanch with panic.
"N-no! You wouldn't!"
"Oh, yes!" trilled the smiling lady as she slowly paced towards her son. "I think this pretty little boy could do with a bit of cheering up!"
"NO!" Shrieking in fright, William turned to run but was easily snatched up by his athletic mother. "Please NO!
"NOT TICKLING!"
Without even pausing to answer her son's pleading, the young mother laid the boy upon the carpeted floor and proceeded to nimbly tweak her fingers up and down his sides. With his protests quickly turning to hysteric, giggling laughter, William was soon mindlessly squirming under his mother's playful touch.
"Coochie coo!" she taunted, while wiggling her fingers under the lad's arms. "Coochie coochie coo! This is what happens to pretty little boys who don't obey their Mommy!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"
"Oh, yes!" teased the young woman, as she wiggled her fingers on the boy's ribs. "Billy should have been a good boy and done what he was told. Now, he's getting tickled because he was naughty!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Stooooohohohohohohop! PleeeeeeHEHEHEHEHEEHASE!"
Squirming and giggling, wriggling and laughing, William tried to fend off his mother's nimble hands but the young woman easily poked and teased about the hysteric lad's body as he descended further and further into ticklish madness. Bad enough to be tormented by the horrid Mrs. Lovely, but now the boy faced this deceptively playful torture in his own home!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Such a happy boy," trilled the young lady, as she tickled and teased about her son's chest. "Mommy should have listened to Nana Lovely sooner!
"Tickling is so much FUN!"
Though he was squealing with laughter, fun was the last thing on William's mind. As his mother's hands roamed up and down the slippery fabric of his new satin shirt, the lad felt as though he was about to lose his mind! In addition to being silkily feminine against his skin, the ridiculously coloured clothing was now proving to be an unbearable tickle-enhancer, with his mother's fingers gliding effortlessly up and down his chest.
"NOOOOOOO!" he shrieked, as he tried to fend off those gently tickling fingers. "Not fun! NOT FUN! NOhohohohohohohoT FUhuhuhuhhuN!"
Giggling in response, the lad's mother cooed. "Oh, don't be such a fibber! You're having the time of your life!
"Tell your Mommy how much you love being tickled, hmm?"
"NOOOOOOOHOHOHOHO!"
Giggling again, the young woman changed her tone of voice to a pleasant sing-song and trilled "Be a good boy and tellll herrrr..."
"AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Oh, Mommy can see just how much her little boy loves this..." Teasing her fingers under the lad's arms once again, the young woman grinned playfully and sang. "Tell Mommy the tru-uth! Billy loves to be tick-led! He loves his coochie coo time!" Emphasizing each of her musical taunts with a playful poke at the boy's sensitive flesh, it was clear the lad's mother was only going to accept one answer.
"Billy loves being tick-led!
"Billy loves being tick-led!
"Tell Mommy the truth, now. Coochie coochie coo!"
Losing his breath and desperate for relief, William lied with all his heart and agreed with everything his mother said.
"YES!" he shrieked, frantic to escape those wiggling fingers. "I LOVE IT! AAAAAAAAAAhahahahahahaha! I LOhohohohohohOVE IT!"
"Hmm?" asked the young woman, as she teased under the lad's knees. "What does little Billy love?"
"I LOhohohoVE IT!"
"Nuh, uh! What does baby lo-ove?"
"I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!
"I LOVE BEheheheheheheING TIhihihihiCKLED! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mindlessly pawing the air above him, unable to make the slightest change in his mother's ticklish touch, William was beside himself with hysteria. No matter what she asked, he would agree. No matter what she wanted, he would give it. Anything. Anything at all.
Anything, as long as it stopped the tickling!
Smiling in satisfaction as she savoured her child's new-found obedience, the young woman cooed "Little Billy lied when he said he hated being tickled, hmm?"
"YES! AAAAAAhahahahaha! YES! I Lihihihihihihied!"
Impressed with the speed with which the boy now agreed with her, the lad's mother wondered how far she might press his obedience. Giggling as she tweaked her fingers at William's ribs, the young woman asked "Billy was silly to lie to his Mommy, wasn't he?"
"YES! YEeheheheheheS!"
"Billy can't wait to visit his Nana Lovely, can he?"
"Nohohohoho! Plehehehehease!" shrieked the lad, desperate to avoid another tickling at his hated caretaker's hands. "Nohohohohohohot thahahahahahaha!"
"Tsk, tsk. Don't be naughty!" teased the young woman, as she sang her devious questions. "Tell Mommy the tru-uth! Billy can't wait to visit his Nana Lovely, can he?" Wiggling her fingers under her son's arms, the pretty woman cooed "Can he?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!" squealed William, as the last of his resistance disappeared with this latest tease. "I cahahahahahan't wahahahahait!" he laughed, in tormented agreement. "I cahahahan't wait to sehehehehehee her!"
"...and Billy loves being tickled by his Nana, doesn't he?"
"YES!" shrieked the lad, as she squealed in agreement to the biggest lie of his life. "YES! YES! PLEHEHEHEHeheheheASE!
"That's better, silly boy! Billy lied about his Nana Lovely, didn't he?"
"YES! YEehehehehes! I'm SohohohohohohoORRY!
"Billy loves it when his Nana gives him tickles, doesn't he?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHA! YES!"
"...*giggle*..." smiling in genuine delight at this response, the young mother decided to press her point. "Billy wants his Nana to give him kisses and tickles all week long, doesn't he?
"YEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHES!"
"...and he's going to cuddle and snuggle with his Nana and do everything she asks?"
"YES! YES! YEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHESS!"
"Good boy," the young woman praised in a sing-song voice. "Such a good boy! What does good little Billy want?"
"KISSES!"
"...and?"
"TICKLES!"
"...*giggle*... for how long?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! ALL WEEK LONG!"
Smiling devilishly as she fell naturally into her new 'tickle monster' role, the lad's mother pressed her playful interrogation further. "Billy loves being tickled by pretty ladies like his Mommy and Nanny, doesn't he?"
"YES! YEeheheheS!"
"...and he wants pretty ladies to tickle him whenever they want!"
"YEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHES!"
"That's a good boy! ...*giggle*... Tickle is Billy's favourite word, isn't it?"
"YEEEEEEHEHEHEHES!"
"Say 'tic-kle'," sang the young mother, as she wiggled her fingers beneath the lad's arms. "Say 'tick-le' for Mom-my!"
"AAAAAHAHAHA! TICKLE!" shrieked the boy, desperate for even a moment of laughter-free breath. "TICKLE! TICKLE! TIHIHIHIHIICKLE!"
"...*giggle*...Good boy! And what's Billy's favourite monster?"
"TICKLE! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! TIHIHIHICKLE MONSTER!"
"That's ri-ight," sang the young woman, as she wiggled her fingers at the hysteric lad's ribs. "Now, how do good boys ask the Tic-kle Monster to tic-kle them, hmm?"
"TIHIHIHICKLE ME!" screamed the boy, as he tried with all his will to comply with his mother's wishes. "AHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHA! TICKLE ME TIHIHICKLE MOHOHOHONSTER!"
"Tsk, tsk," chided the woman, as she teased beneath the lad's arms once more. "What's the magic wo-ord?"
"PLEASE!" shrieked William, his eyes wide with panic. "PLEASE TICKLE! PLEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!"
"Why, of course!" cooed the young mother, delighted again with the boy's compliance. "Tickle Monsters love to tickle good little boys like Billy!
"Tickle, tickle, tick-le!" she sang, while wiggling her nimble fingers about the lad's chest. "Tickle tickle tick-le!"
Squirming mindlessly as he struggled to avoid his mother's touch, William was at his wit's end! Having done everything asked of him, he now wondered whether he would ever be free of her torturous touch.
"Tickle, tickle, tick-le!" trilled the smiling lady as she luxuriated in her sense of control. "Tickle tickle with a pick-le!"
"AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Pickle tickle tick-le time!" cooed the boy's mother, as she sang nonsensical rhymes along with her teases. "Tickle pickle tickles fickle tick-le boys!"
"BAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!"
"Billy's caught by the tick-le pick-le! Mommy's baby's tickle pickle!
"Tick-le pickle for the fickle tick-le boy!"
Squealing helplessly, desperate for a full breath, the lad once again felt an insistent pressure at his waist which spoke of imminent embarrassment. "PLEASE MOM!" William screamed, as he clawed mindlessly at the air. "PLEHEHEHEHEHEAS!
"I'M GONNA PEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!"
"Well, then," cooed the young mother, as she immediately ceased her touches. "Tickle Boy had better get himself to the bathroom, hmm?"
Gasping for breath upon the floor, trying to regain his senses, the lad looked up to his grinning mother as she stood from her restraining straddle. Whatever slick fabric Mrs. Lovely had made his new clothing from, its snug softness spoke of the murderous tickles to come once he entered her home for the coming week.
"Please," he gasped, while trying to scramble into a seated position. "Please, Mom. ...*gasp*... Don't send me back to her ...*gasp*...
"She's gonna tickle me like that all week long!"
"Now, don't give me that nonsense," the young mother smiled as she playfully scolded her breathless son. "You've just had the time of your life!
"And, see? If you have to go piddle, just tell Nana Lovely and the tickles will stop!"
"B-But Mom ...*gasp*... She won't stop! ...*gasp*... She won't!"
"Well, I thought we'd already settled this," sighed the young mother as she listened to the lad's breathless protests. "But if little Billy doesn't really need to go pee pee, I think I know a special way to stop his complaining..." Playfully wiggling her fingers before her, the young woman sang "I think Billy needs a little more tick-le time!"
"NO!" shouted the lad, as he sprang to his feet and ran to the washroom. "NO TICKLE! NO!"
Laughing as she watched her son scamper off in his red velvet shoes, the young mother made note of the boy's rapid obedience and kept in mind the simple gesture which made him comply. Maybe a little tickle was a better punishment than grounding after all?
"That Mrs. Lovely", chuckled the young woman, as she resumed packing for her trip. "I don't know what I ever did without her..."
The hour remaining to William passed rapidly, with his suitcase quickly filled with the week's clothes and personal effects. Any pauses or audible sighs were met with a playfully threatening coo from his mother which quickly put him back on track.
"The tickle pickle is waiting for you!"
Normally, those silly nonsensical statements would simply be embarrassing, but the earlier teases beneath his mother's fingers make the lad fully aware of the possible consequences they implied and so he quickly finished his packing without fuss.
When his mother was at last ready to depart, the boy gathered up his large suitcase and quickly ran to the car. Depositing his materials in the trunk, he then sped to the passenger-side door and hid as well as he could from the possible view of curious eyes. Bad enough to be dressed in such brightly coloured sissy fabric, it would be a complete disaster if any of the neighbours spotted him in his 'monster food' clothes.
Seated quietly during the brief drive to the matron's home, William knew there was no point in protesting. His mother would be departing on her business trip immediately after she left him with his hated caretaker, and there would be no changing of her plans. He was destined to spend the week with Mrs. Lovely, and there was not a single thing he could do to stop it!
Greeted at the plump woman's door much as he had been in all previous daytime visits, the lad was quickly enfolded in a bosomy hug as if the matron were clutching a favoured toy.
"So delightful," the woman trilled, as she held the boy's arms aloft to view his ridiculous outfit. "I'd hoped little Billy would wear his new suit. It's so pretty!
"Oh, and I see you've finally trimmed down that mop of hair on his head. It's so much better to see the boy with a proper child's cut!"
Wincing at this reminder, William recalled how his hair had grown ever shorter with each barber's visit after Mrs. Lovely had entered their lives. Shorter and shorter the matron had insisted his hair become on each horrid visit, and the lad's mother was only too happy to comply, with the result being the near buzz-cut which topped the lad's head today.
"Well, it seemed like such a good idea," answered the young mother, as she tussled what little hair remained atop the boy's head. "As you said, it's been so much easier to clean and manage now."
Musing a moment as if in concern, William's mother suddenly teared up for a moment before gushing "And thank you so much for that loan! What with the expenses after relocating and my salary reduced on top of everything, I don't know what we would have done without..."
Halting her words as Mrs. Lovely raised a hand in the air for silence, the young mother shed a single tear as the matron soothed. "Now, I'll have none of that. Family should help family, and that's just what we are, isn't it?
"We're family."
Shivering as he heard Mrs. Lovely state that oft-heard phrase directly to his mother's face, William had expected the young woman to clarify that they were simply friends. That they weren't related, that they weren't family at all.
They weren't, were they?
Feeling his hopes crushed as his mother raised her hands to her mouth in delighted surprise, the lad could see that the statement was far from unwelcome to her ears. Though it certainly explained why the young woman was so willing to trust this hated matron's word over his own, the realization that the plump caretaker was now 'family' in her eyes sent the lad's hopes spiraling downwards. No matter what Mrs. Lovely said, no matter what she did, it was clear her decisions would always be taken for the best, and her 'best' was hardly William's own preference.
Watching in silence, the lad saw his mother rapidly nod her head in agreement while she sniffed back tears to blurt "B-but seventy thousand dollars! Really Martha, you've saved our house and home! I don't know how long it will take to repay you but..."
Having her words halted again by the matron's raised hand, the lad's mother seemed to grow meek as the older woman soothed "But nothing. I told you before, dear, just take your time and you'll pay me back as you're able. All I want is to ensure you and little Billy can have the life you deserve and all I ask in return is to help with that.
"Now, let's get that chin up again and put our minds back on business. You have an important trip ahead of yourself and you can rest assured that little Billy will be safe and sound with his Nana while you're gone." Ending her patter by firmly hugging the young woman in a maternal embrace, Mrs. Lovely soothed, "It's all better now, dear. Everything's taken care of..."
William wasn't exactly sure what was being discussed as he watched the two adults converse above him, but it was obvious the matron had somehow done his mother a great favour. He'd known that things were difficult both before and after their move to this new town and that matters had grown much less stressful for his mother soon after their arrival here, but he wasn't quite sure why until now.
Seeing his mother expressing gushing gratitude to Mrs. Lovely now, it was clear to William just why she had been so eager to please the older woman. Whatever the matron had done for her it was of great importance, and his mother was now deeply in her debt.
Feeling momentary sympathy for his mother as she bade him an affectionate farewell, the lad nodded in acknowledgement as the young woman reassured him that she would be home again in just a week's time. Agreeing too with his mother's reminder of the importance of obedience to his caretaker, the lad hugged his mom goodbye and turned on the porch to take Mrs. Lovely's hand as requested.
"Now, you two have fun!" sang the young woman, as she regained her composure and headed back towards her car. "Be sure to save some tickles for me!"
Wincing at the reminder of both his ridiculous attire and the infantile teases sure to come during this week-long visit, William waved farewell in silence as his mother drove away for her trip. Now left alone with Mrs. Lovely, the lad shrank meekly as he felt her plump hand rest upon his shoulder and gently guide him towards the threshold of her gigantic front door.
Grateful to at least be out of the public eye in his ridiculous outfit, William quickly scurried through the front entrance and away from any neighbourly prying eyes. "Such a good boy," purred the matron as she closed and locked the door behind her. "Good little boys deserve treats!
"Let's see what snacks Nana Lovely has for her little Billy, hmm?"
Obediently following the woman's wide bottom into the house's lounge, the lad was delightfully surprised to find that she genuinely was getting him actual 'treats'. A large glass of pop, a plate full of cookies and a gentle but not overwhelming hug awaited his entry to that room, with a comfortable seat upon the couch beside his caretaker happily enjoyed a few moments later.
"Now, I know we've had troubles in the past," began the matron, as she hugged an arm about the lad. "But I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time together this week." Prattlling on as the minutes passed, Mrs. Lovely expounded on the various ways William had learned to be 'good' in her care while the lad happily consumed his pop and cookies. Could it be, he wondered, that this visit would be different?
The matron was certainly dressed in more normal attire on this occasion, with a simple blue house-dress tightly showing off her abundant cleavage. Rounded high heel shoes served to emphasize the air of a traditional housewife caring for a visiting child, and her no-nonsense bun of a hairstyle almost made this hated woman look normal in the frightened boy's eyes.
Would there be no 'funny business' this time around?
A half-hour or so of pleasant conversation and abundantly refilled pop glasses and cookie plates later, William was finally beginning to feel at ease. His ridiculous outfit aside, this visit might not be too bad at all!
"Let's pay a visit to the kitchen, hmm?" invited Mrs. Lovely, as she stood up from her place beside the lad. "I've gotten something I think you'll really like!"
Pleased by the prospect of possibly more treats after his previous spoiling, William happily followed the matron's wide bottom into the familiarity of her kitchen, curious to see what might be in store.
"Ta da!" remarked the woman, as she gestured with a flourish to a tall chair beside the table. "I had it made specifically for you!"
Padded on the seat, back and arms with what appeared to be pink rubber cushions, the chair was a bit taller than most adult dining room seats but wasn't quite a 'high chair'. It was certainly larger than one of those child-suited seats and appeared likely to fit William quite nicely.
"You didn't think I was going to waste those measurements of yours, did you?" teased Mrs. Lovely, as she caressed the chair's arms. "Now you can eat without any of those silly booster pillows. Won't that be nice?"
Nodding in agreement, William was beginning to suspect that something wasn't quite right. Why would this woman go through the trouble of making a custom chair for him when her adult seats suited him just fine. Well, just fine with a pillow or two added for height.
"Let me show you..." continued the matron, as she reached beneath the lad's arms to lift him up to the chair. Placing him in the cushioned seat with little fuss, Mrs. Lovely ordered "Arms to the side, dear. I want to make sure this is a perfect fit!" Doing as his caretaker requested, William rested his arms directly downwards and found that, indeed, the chair fit him in perfect comfort. Though his feet dangled downwards somewhat disconcertingly, it seemed he'd be able to sit right beside the woman's table without any booster cushions required.
"Now, we'll just add this on here..." said the matron, as she snapped a white and pink patterned tray in place at the lad's chest height. "And, voila! Billy's all set for num nums!"
Noticing that the added tray fit perfectly to his chest, William was disconcerted to discover that the wide surface also served to hold his arms in place at his sides. Essentially trapped in the chair by the solid tray, a thick rubber bumper at its front ensured a snug but comfortable fit, with padding beneath the structure preventing any harm if he might try to bring his hands upwards.
Squirming experimentally from side to side, the boy found that he was truly trapped! The evil Mrs. Lovely had tricked him with her kindness again, and now he was to find out what she had in store.
Humming contentedly to herself as she reached beneath the high chair's tray to wrap the lad's wrists in plush-lined straps, the matron smiled in unhidden delight as she then secured his forearms to the chair's rubber pads. Now secured in an arms-forward seated position, William was able to move his head about as he followed Mrs. Lovely's movement about him, but could do little else. Shivering as he noticed just how smoothly the matron went about her task, it was clear to the boy that his caretaker had been planning this trap for quite some time.
But why?
As she stepped to the front of the chair and bent forward to continue her work, the matron's freckled cleavage gently wobbled about as she tested the chair's joints to ensure the lad was stuck fast. Watching as those familiar fleshly globes juddered and bounced mere inches from his face, the lad realized that Mrs. Lovely could easily smother him in his seat with one of her dreaded hugs and decided to remain silent rather than invite such a breathless punishment now. Whatever the woman had planned, it was unlikely William could do anything to deter her at this point. Why make things worse?
"There," she concluded, with a happy bounce and exaggerated brushing of hands. "All snug as a bug and ready for lunch!
"Mmmmmmmm... Mommy has such nice treats for her baby today..." Humming contentedly as she turned to the kitchen counter, Mrs. Lovely paced towards a mysteriously covered dish, bringing the platter back with her to the kitchen table and settling it down close to William's seat. Pulling up a chair of her own to seat herself directly in front of the restrained lad, the matron primly straightened her dress before pausing to regard her charge with another of her deceptively friendly smiles.
Gulping in apprehension, William wasn't sure what to do! Should he protest? Should he complain? With Mrs. Lovely's ample bosom now settled at eye-level before him, the boy could watch the woman's face with an upward glance, but did he dare meet her gaze?
Hearing the matron chuckle silently to herself, obviously delighted with her charge's nervousness, William knew he wouldn't have to wait much longer to find out just what the woman had in store for him.
"Oh, such treats..." purred Mrs. Lovely, as she reached out to lift the silver cover from the mysteriously hidden platter. "Mommy's spent all morning making these num nums for baby..." Revealing the tray's contents with a flourish, William was slightly surprised to see the platter overflowing with lightly frosted cupcakes.
Pink and white and decorated with smiles, hearts and rainbows, the treats seemed nice enough. Why, he wondered, did this crazy woman have to work with all these theatrics?
"Yummy, yummy!" purred the matron, as she reached out to lift a single one of the cakes from it's place atop the pile. "I hope Billy's a hungry boy today..."
As he watched the bosomy lady begin to daintily peel the wrapper from her held cake, William decided that it would finally be safe to speak. "Thank you for making those, Mrs. Lovely. They really look nice! But I can't eat any with my arms like this..." Gesturing with a shrug and smile to remind the woman of his secured position in the new seat, the lad was dispirited to hear the matron chuckle her response.
"Silly Billy," she pouted, while removing the cake's wrapper with a flourish. "Little boy's can't be left to feed themselves! Goodness, no! They're such messy eaters..."
Regarding the wrapper-free cake with a moan of satisfaction, the matron continued "...Mommies should always feed little boys themselves...
"Mmmmmm... Feed them and feed them and stuff them full with yummy, yummy treats. That's how we get them nice and big and fat!"
Turning to face the lad, Mrs. Lovely bent down towards her charge and playfully wiggled the frosted cake before his face. Smiling with a deceptive kindness as she slowly moved the cake closer, the matron purred, "Now, open wide, sweetie. It's time for num nums..."
William hadn't forgotten his feeding at this distasteful woman's hands on his first meeting with her, and had no desire to repeat that session again now. But he should have known better than to attempt a word of protest: His mouth was stuffed with cake the moment his lips parted, sending crumbs cascading down his chin and onto the restraining chair's brightly coloured tray.
"Open wider, sweetie," admonished Mrs. Lovely in a sing-song voice. Playfully jiggling her bosom as she adjusted her position before the lad, the matron wagged the small cake again as she sang "Open wide for Mom-mie!"
Recognizing that he had no choice, William opened his mouth as instructed and was rewarded with a satisfied coo as the remainder of the cupcake was stuffed between his lips.
"Good boy!" soothed the matron, as she watched her charge struggle to eat the large mouthful of tasty fluff. "Such a good boy..." Reaching over to lift another cupcake from her platter of treats, Mrs. Lovely began to peel its wrapper away while contentedly humming to herself.
Finishing her preparation before the lad had finished swallowing his first large mouthful of food, the plump woman bent down to wag the new wrapper-free cake before him and encouraged "Faster, darling. Gobble it all up!"
Completing his first cake with a gulp, William opened his mouth to receive the next bite from the proffered treat, but was surprised to find the matron attempt to stuff the entire cupcake into his face at once!
Feeling crumbs cascade down his cheeks again as the remainder of the treat fell apart in Mrs. Lovely's fingers, William did his best to maintain a bit of dignity while finishing off the large mouthful of cake, but was dispirited to see the matron pluck yet another confection from the large platter.
How many was she expecting him to eat?!
"Gobble, gobble, gobble!" teased Mrs. Lovely, as she wagged the latest cake before the boy's lips. Lapsing into a mock-German accent as she playfully jiggled her bosom, the matron intoned "Vee must to fatten you oop!" before stuffing the treat into William's obediently opened mouth.
Cake after cake followed, with not a moment's break given between each overly-large bite. With crumbs messily piling up on the tray beneath him, the restrained boy was wondering just how much longer his 'lunch' would go on!
"Mrs. Lo-*mrph*"
"Please I wa-*mrph*"
"How much mo-*mrph*"
"I really don't wa-*mrph*"
"PLEASE STO-*mrph*"
William tried. Oh, how he tried! But any attempt to engage the matron in conversation simply resulted in his open mouth being filled with yet another fluffy bite. Restrained as he was, there was no escaping the proffered treats, and any attempt to move his head in avoidance simply resulted in Mrs. Lovely guiding her hand along to match. With cake firmly pressed between parted lips the moment he attempted to speak, there seemed to be no end to this monotonous feeding!
Smiling in delight as the lad finished off yet another cupcake, the sitter daintily peeled the wrapper off another treat and wagged it before her charge. Leaning forward towards the boy, the freckled cleavage of her gargantuan bosom threatening to burst free of her deeply scooped house-dress with each menacing jiggle, Mrs. Lovely purred in approval, almost moaning, as she waited for William to part his lips again.
"Such a good boy," she cooed, while watching the lad complete his latest mouthful. "He won't be skinny for much longer!
"Mmmmmmm...
"So much more to cuddle. So much more to kiss!
"Mmmmmm... Yes, we'll make him nice and big and fat!" Accenting her words by firmly shoving the tasty cake into the boy's mouth, Mrs. Lovely moaned again as she watched her obviously miserable charge unwillingly swallow this latest bite.
"Mmmmmmm... Yes! So very, very big and soft and fat!"
Quickly consuming the large mouthful so that he might have an opportunity to speak while his feeder reached back for another cake, William blurted "Please, Mrs. Lovely! Please! No more! I'm full!!!"
Continuing his rapid patter while he watched the grinning woman daintily peel the wrapper off of yet another cake, the boy pleaded "I don't wanna be fat! I don't wanna! No more! No more! No mo-*mrph*" only to have his protests silenced by another of the relentless woman's fluffy confections.
"Silly boy," soothed Mrs. Lovely, as she gently patted the lad's bulging cheek. "Mommy knows best, and Mommy wants her Billy to be nice and big and fat!
"Mmmmmmm...
"Nice and fat! So much more to cuddle... Mmmmmm... So much more to kiss!"
Finishing off the latest bite with a swallow, William knew what he had to do next. Simply keeping his mouth shut might upset this crazy woman, but at least she would stop stuffing him with this unending pile of desserts! The lad was already comfortably full from his earlier treats of cookies and cola, and the torrent of cupcakes being presented to him now would soon stuff him full to bursting!
Ignoring the lad's angry expression, Mrs. Lovely playfully wagged the cupcake before his face and cooed "Open wide, my dumpling." Continuing her feeding gestures by teasing the treat against William's firmly pressed lips, the matron sang "Open wide for Mo-mmie!"
Angrily shaking his head 'No!', the lad looked up into his sitter's eyes and waited for whatever might come next. After being stuffed silly by her earlier cookie and cola treats, he knew he was right to insist that her feeding of these endless cupcakes stop!
"Silly boy," pouted the matron, as she once more teased the sweet treat across her captive's lips. "How can Billy get fat if he won't eat his yummies?"
Keeping his lips firmly closed, William wasn't about to fall into the trap of answering. He knew the moment his lips were parted his mouth would be stuffed full of cake once more. There was no way of voicing his complaint: His pursed lips would have to suffice.
Continuing her antics, the matron wagged the cupcake before the lad's face and soothed "Oh, it's such a yummy treat. So tasty and sugary and sweet!
"Why not be a good boy and take a nice, big bite for Mommy, hmm? Be a good boy and eat, eat, eat!"
Keeping his mouth firmly closed, the lad slowly shook his head 'no' once again. This crazy woman might have her silly games, but there was no way she was going to feed him until he was sick!
"Oh, well," sighed the matron, as she reached over to place the cupcake back on its tray. "Little Billy's going to be a naughty boy, hmm?
"Well, I think he might have forgotten who comes to visit when naughty children are around..." Reaching forward to tease her fingers beneath the restrained boy's arms, Mrs. Lovely sang "Somebody wants to play with the Tick-le Monster!"
Pressing his arms to his sides for defense William tried to block the woman's devilish hands, but the matron easily wiggled her fingers inwards to place each palm just beneath the boy's sensitive armpits.
His mouth immediately flying open with laughter at the unpleasantly familiar touch, the boy squirmed about from side to side in an attempt to avoid the matron's tease, but the snug fit of the padded 'feeding chair' held him fast. With his arms held down by the chair's padded tray and his body capably restrained by Mrs. Lovely's groping hands, he was trapped!
"Tick-le tick-le TICK-le!" sang Mrs. Lovely, as she playfully groped about beneath her captive's arms. "Such a pretty boy! Ooooh, I should have known he'd want to play a silly game of Tickle Monster after showing up at my door wearing his 'monster food' suit!"
Squealing in ticklish despair, William tried to reply to the matron's false words but could only laugh his retort in between giggling gasps for breath.
"It AAAAAhahahaha
"It was AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH
"IT AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA
"IT WAHAHAHAAHAS MY MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOM'S IDEA!!!!"
"Now, don't you be fibbing," purred Mrs. Lovely with a knowing grin. "I know Billy's old enough to put his own clothes on.
"Tell the truth: You put this pretty little outfit on all by yourself, didn't you?"
Seeing no sense in countering the devilish woman's logic, the lad responded with a shouted "YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!" while attempting to wiggle free of the hands tickling under his arms.
"Yes you did!" continued Mrs. Lovely, with a condescending trill. "You put on your pretty little satin shorts, your pretty little satin shirt and your cute little 'tickle' socks all by yourself, didn't you?"
"YEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEESS!"
"Oh, yes," pouted the matron through a half-hidden smile. "He might act like he doesn't want his tickles, but little Billy put on his pretty tickle outfit all by himself. And he knew just what would happen when his Mommy Lovely saw him, didn't he?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!" Squirming to the left and right between his babysitter's hands, William couldn't disagree. Just as he told his mother, the boy knew exactly what would happen once he had been left alone in this crazy woman's clutches. He knew she would relentlessly tickle him, just as she was doing now, and his ridiculous outfit would be just the thing to encourage her.
"Yes he did!" trilled the matron, as she continued to wiggle her fingers under the boy's arms. "Little Billy knew the Tickle Monster would come out to play when she saw her 'monster food' arrive. Such a playful little boy, he is!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Wiggling her fingers with gusto, Mrs. Lovely smiled in delight as she felt the lad press his arms to his sides in an attempt to hold her nimble fingers still. "Oooooh," she trilled, while squeezing her ample bosom between her arms. "Is Billy trying to stop me? Is the silly little boy trying to stop the Tickle Monster?"
"NAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Well, you should know bet-ter," sang the plump woman, as she easily wiggled her fingers under the lad's weakened arms. "You can't stop the Tick-le Monster! You can't stop the tick-les!"
Squealing in helpless laughter, William's vision was now filled with the woman's jiggling cleavage as she leaned forwards to more easily tease her fingers beneath the his arms. With Mrs. Lovely's freckled breasts threatening to burst out from the deeply scooped house dress, the gentle quiver of those soft mounds seemed to mock the boy's desperation as he laughed and laughed along with the matron's taunts.
"Oh, he's trying," pouted the woman, as she playfully blew a kiss to the hysteric boy. "He's trying so hard! But he can't stop me. He can't stop my fingers.
"He can't stop the Tickle Monster!"
Squirming mindlessly between the woman's hands, the lad squealed anew when he felt Mrs. Lovely's fingers pull slightly outwards to allow her thumbs to roam up and down the front of his pink satin shirt.
"Tickle, tickle!" she sang, while rubbing her thumbs over top the lad's sensitive nipples. "Tickle, tickle, tick-le!
Just as he had discovered under his mother's nimble hands, the slick satin fabric of his brightly coloured outfit seemed to emphasize every ticklish touch, and Mrs. Lovely's teases felt more ticklish than ever. With devilish fingers wiggling beneath his arms and lecherous thumbs teasingly rubbing over his chest, the lad knew he was done for. Just as he had felt under his mother's earlier touch, Mrs. Lovely's tickles had brought forth an insistence at William's bladder which he knew could not be ignored, but would she listen to his cries?
"PLEASE!" he shrieked in ticklish desperation. "PLeheheheheheHEASE MIHIHIHISSUS LohohohoHOHOHOVELY! PLEEHEHEHEEHASE STOHOHOHOP!
"I'VE GOTTA PEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!"
Laughing helplessly into the matron's smiling face, the lad already knew the answer this horrible woman would provide. "Stop?" she asked, in mock innocence. "Stop tickling?
"Silly boy! Why ever would Mrs. Tickle Monster stop when we're both having so much FUN?"
Squealing in helplessness as he felt the sitter continue her nimble tickles at his sides and nipples, William tried with all his will to retain his dignity but soon felt a humiliating warmth spread within his red satin shorts. First with a trickle and then with a constant flow, the boy sobbed with hysteric laughter as he surrendered to the matron's tease and wet himself fully beneath her gentle touch.
Continuing her teases for a few minutes more, Mrs. Lovely reveled in her control. Yet again, she had made this boy bend to her wishes and fully humiliate himself before her, and all it took was a nearly effortless wiggle from her fingers.
Never in a million years would she find a boy willing to wet themselves for her amusement if she asked politely but, after a little tickle, nearly every one of them would piddle their pants without reservation, and they would laugh happily while doing it too!
Martha had always been fascinated with tickling. Ever since she discovered the effectiveness of those simple teases back when she was a teenaged babysitter, the bosomy woman delighted in controlling her victims with her deceptively affectionate ways.
No matter how many times she played her devilish games, the matron never grew tired of the reactions of her victims. Their shy smiles giving way to playful giggles. Their giggles growing into helpless laughter. Their laughter growing into hysteric shrieks. Then, finally, their shrieks changing into hysterical babbling as the poor dears desperately promised the world in their attempts to escape her gentle touch.
Yes, a little tickle was always a fun way to wile away an afternoon, but this time the matron hadn't simply stolen away her charge for a few minutes or hours: This time, he belonged to her for the entire week!
Suppressing a girlish giggle as she thought of the mischief she would be getting up to in the coming days, Mrs. Lovely finished her tickles with a flourish and began the process of releasing her charge from the heavily padded feeding chair which had so effectively restrained him.
Cooing pleasantries as she helped the reflexively tittering lad down to the floor, the bosomy woman took William's hand and cheerfully guided him towards the stairs. A quick bath would be just the thing to clean up his minor mess, and then the fun could really start!
Sobbing between reflexive giggles, William was miserable. Yet again he had soaked himself beneath this horrible woman's touch, and now he had a choice of spending the day in sopping clothes or taking his first bath in this strange woman's house. As the former option was hardly appealing, the lad willingly took the matron's hand and allowed himself to be led up to the bath. At least he would soon be free of these ridiculous clothes!
The slick femininity of his 'tickle outfit' was disconcerting enough, but the worst part was the encouraging words and patterns about the fabric which enticed his babysitter to tease him more.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm..."
Wincing as he heard his caretaker let out another of her sultry moans, the touch of Mrs. Lovely's hand roaming over the valentine hearts printed on his backside encouraged William to step faster towards the bathroom and his eventual freedom from her touch. Unfortunately, the woman's slow, plodding steps kept his pace in check, leaving the lad to walk in front of the woman as her clutching hand easily guided his position before her.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm..." she repeated, as her free hand traced, cupped and pinched about the valentine hearts printed upon each bottom cheek. "Such a bum... Such a pert little bum!
"These shorts are a perfect fit! I'm so glad your measurements came out right..."
Enduring the woman's distasteful touch for a few minutes more, the pair at long last arrived at the woman's well-appointed bathroom, with the large centrally-mounted tub now awaiting the lad's presence.
Shuffling about in silence as he watched the matron patiently draw the water, lay out soap and towels and then sprinkle a bit of bubble mixture into the bath for good measure, he couldn't wait for the woman to leave. It was rare that he would have occasion to be left alone at Mrs. Lovely's house, but the bathroom remained his sanctuary and he could certainly do with some time away from this distasteful woman now.
Standing up in her rounded high heel shoes as she finished her tasks, the matron turned towards the nervous lad and asked "Billy, dear. Aren't you going to get undressed?"
Gulping nervously before responding, William knew he had to choose his words carefully, for any perceived disobedience would certainly bring about another of Mrs. Lovely's bizarre punishments. Regarding the babysitter as she stood just a few steps away, the lad again marveled at how pleasant this evil woman appeared. With her abundant bosom framed tastefully in the confines of her simple blue house-dress, the matron seemed just as friendly and loving as the day the boy first set eyes upon her. Her gentle smile suggested endless patience and care, and her abundant curves promised motherly cuddles to any who needed sanctuary.
"Well, dear?" she repeated, with the deceptive sweetness William had come to dread. "Isn't little Billy going to get ready for his bath?"
"Ummm..." Shuffling uncertainly as he awkwardly attempted to hide the obvious stain upon his shorts, the lad replied "I, uh, I was uh...
"I was waiting to be alone first, Mrs. Lovely."
Placing her hands on her hips and cocking her head with an amused smile, the bosomy woman teased "Well, isn't that silly! Little Billy's shy, isn't he?"
Nodding his head in agreement, hoping the matron would take the hint and leave him alone, the lad's heart sank when she replied "Well, don't you worry. We'll scrub all that shyness away with a nice, hot bath!"
Wincing as the woman stepped towards him, her out-stretched hands ably grabbed the boy's own as she lifted his arms above his head. "Now, arms up! We need to take off your pretty shirt, first..."
Following Mrs. Lovely's instructions as she swiftly lifted the pink satin shift up and over his head, the lad found himself bare-chested before the woman as she set herself down on her knees before him.
"...and now these silly little sodden shorts..." Tucking her fingers into the waistband of the lad's red satin trousers, the plump woman unceremoniously pulled the shorts out and downwards with a swift, smooth motion, leaving the lad to step back out of the legs as his caretaker held them expectedly open above his ankles.
"Very good!" she trilled, while setting the dampened shorts aside on the bathroom's tiled floor. "Now your pretty little shoesies..." Unbuckling both of the lad's red velvet slippers with ease, the matron lifted each from his up-raised feet in turn before declaring "Almost done!
"Now, we just need to take off your pretty little tickle-socks..." quickly unpeeling both of the frilly white anklets, the woman set them aside with the rest of the lad's clothes before turning back to the blushing boy to coo "...and with these silly undies, we'll have our Billy, undressed and ready for bath time..." Watching as the matron reached her hands towards his waist for the removal of his final article of clothing, William reflexively stepped back and brought his hands down to shield his remaining modesty.
"P-please," the lad whimpered, as he looked into his babysitter's deceptively friendly eyes. "Please, Mrs. Lovely. I can undress myself. I can bathe myself.
"P-please. I-I-I don't need you to do this..."
Smiling as if full of understanding, the matron slowly reached her hands forward and affectionately brushed the lad's cheeks. "Oh, silly boy," she cooed, while playfully pouting her lips. "Little Billy's still shy? After all the time we've spent together?"
Nodding in response, William thought he might begin to cry as the woman's false kindness continued.
"Now, when Mama's away, doesn't Nana Lovely become your mommy instead?" Watching the matron smile patiently as he nodded his response, William barely restrained himself from wincing as he felt the woman gently pat his cheek.
The boy had heard this speech many times before and knew just what this plump woman expected him to say and do in response. Worse still, he knew the punishment which awaited any reluctance to follow her prompts: As the lad's dampened shorts reminded him, this woman had many gentle ways of ensuring obedience, and he'd rather avoid further examples of her dominance now.
"Doesn't she?" repeated the matron, as she gazed with doe-eyed lovingness into the lad's blushing face. "Doesn't Nana Lovely become your mommy instead?"
"Y-yes," answered William, as the words he was expected to say were haltingly whispered between his lips. "Yes, Mommy..."
"Yes she does," soothed the bosomy woman, as she gently grasped the boy's shoulders. "She becomes your new mommy, your favourite mommy, and now Billy's going to hug his mommy and tell her just how much he loves her, isn't he?"
Stepping forward into the matron's open arms, the lad did as was expected of him and submissively pressed his face to his caretaker's freckled breasts. Breathing in the gentle baby powder scent of the woman's soft skin, the boy whispered in a tremulous voice "L-love you M-Mommy. L-love you so much..."
Shivering lightly as he felt the woman's hands reach down to his waist, pull the band of his underpants outwards and then slowly draw his last remaining article of clothing down to his ankles, William knew this particular conflict was over. He would be bathed by his babysitter regardless of his wishes, and there wasn't a single thing he dared attempt to do about it.
"Mommy loves you too," soothed the matron, as she approvingly patted the boy's bare bottom. Pressing his face into the smothering softness of her breasts, the lad could hear the smile in Mrs. Lovely's voice as she purred "And Mommy knows little Billy will be a good boy for her, won't he?"
Nodding 'yes' as his face remained pressed into that familiar talcum-scented softness, William knew his meek agreement was the only way to prevent the woman's loving hug from becoming another of her gentle smothering sessions. As he had learned before, disobedience meant breathlessness, and the lad was not about to disobey now.
"Of course he will," cooed the matron, as she ended her hug and stood up before the unclothed lad. "Now, let's have our bath, hmm?" Taking the boy's hand as she stepped towards the fully drawn tub, Mrs. Lovely carefully guided her charge into a seated position in the water before taking her place on a stool beside him.
Starting to hum in a lullaby fashion as she laid out her soft bath time tools before her, the plump caretaker seemed perfectly suited to her latest role. With her legs held primly together and bosom gently wobbling as she moved to and fro in her work, Mrs. Lovely appeared the very model of nursery room efficiency and soon had her assorted sponges and cloths laid out on a small wooden table, ready for use.
Watching warily as the devilish woman casually soaped up a cloth before him, William braced himself for yet another unpleasant experience but surprisingly found himself enjoying Mrs. Lovely's attention instead. As the sitter's soft hands sensuously rubbed his shoulders, the boy could feel tension lift away from his body, making it all the easier for the plump woman to caress her touch downwards to thoroughly clean her charge.
Her touch was perfect. Unlike all other sessions he had experienced beneath the woman's hands, William felt those familiarly nimble fingers work their way over his skin without even the minor irritation of an unwanted tickle. With fingers caressing welcomingly through water and soapy suds, the boy luxuriated in the sensual wash and gave himself over completely to her touch. Finding himself smiling in genuine satisfaction as the warm water washed over him in repeated cleansing motions, within minutes William found himself wondering why he ever thought of protesting such a relaxing experience. After the exhaustion of his sitter's tickling games, the soothing contrast of this extended bath seemed to almost make that experience worthwhile.
Maybe this visit wouldn't be too bad after all?
As the bath continued on and on, with Mrs. Lovely methodically repeating her gentle cleansing of the lad's skin, William found himself slipping into a tranquil daze as his caretaker's lullaby humming soothed the worries from his mind.
"Such a good boy," she repeated, as the water washed gently over his skin. "Such a very good little boy..."
With his eyes half-closed and lips parted in a languid smile of total relaxation, the lad could focus on nothing but his sitter's touch. With all thoughts and worries whisked further away as the gentle bath continued, William felt surrounded by Mrs. Lovely's softness as her humming lullaby resonated from above. Even the matron's massive bosom, the smothering bulk of which the boy had come to fear, seemed to reassure and soothe with every jiggle and bounce as the rounded softness moved within his caretaker's deeply scooped house dress.
"Such a good little boy..."
At length, the bath finally came to an end and the matron guided the dazed lad from the tub and into the white wrap of an over-sized terrycloth towel. As the enveloping softness of the fabric gently whisked the moisture from his skin, William's senses slowly began to return to him. Calm, content and genuinely happy to be in the company of his sitter, the lad was astounded at the difference one of Mrs. Lovely's baths could make.
Taking the woman's hand without hesitation, the lad found himself led to a wide padded table upon which another fluffy white towel had been laid. Following his caretaker's instructions and lying down upon the warm mat, William watched with quiet interest as Mrs. Lovely lifted a pink plastic container up from a neighbouring drawer and casually lifted its lid off before him.
"Now, sweetie," she purred, as a motherly smile spread across her face. "Since Billy's been such a good boy, he'll get a special treat..." Placing her extended fingers into the container, the matron lifted forth a large pink powder puff, whose talcum-scented softness now sat fixed to her palm.
"I'd like you to meet Mrs. Powderpuff. She's one of my closest and dearest friends..." As Mrs. Lovely took a moment to gently tap the puff against the deep cleft of her freckled cleavage, William now knew from where the matron's ever-present scent of talcum powder originated. Finding himself giggling nervously as the smiling babysitter refreshed the puff in its container and extended her hand to suspend the pink softness over his own body, the lad was in little doubt that he would soon be enshrouded in a similar feminine scent.
"Mmmmmm..." purred the plump woman, almost moaning, as she smiled lovingly down up on her charge. "Mrs. Powderpuff loves good little boys like Billy. She loves them from top to bottom..." Tapping the pink puff against the lad's belly, the matron smiled in satisfaction as she heard the lad giggle in response.
"She loves to touch them ...*puff*... She loves to tease them ...*puff*... And she loves to make them smell nice ...*puff*... and sweet ...*puff*... and very ...*puff*... very ...*puff*... soft ...*puff*..."
Continuing her gentle, powdery taps about the lad's body, pausing periodically to refresh the large puff in its container, Mrs. Lovely commenced thoroughly powdered her charge, ensuring every spot from underarms to knees, from hips to elbows, were softly touched by the gentle pink fluffiness.
"Mmmmmmmmm..." she moaned, as soft taps were repeated at the lad's nipples. "Do you like that, loverboy? Do you like Mrs. Powderpuff's touch?"
Giggling as the talcum-scented puffs continued to gently rain down upon him, William wasn't sure how to answer.
"Mmmmm..." purred Mrs. Lovely, as she gently puffed her bosom before continuing the powdering of her charge. "It's only fitting that such a good and gentle boy smells the part..."
Finally ending her powdery caresses with a set of gentle puffs on each of the lad's bare bottom cheeks, the matron guided the dazed lad off her padded table and up to a standing position before her. Taking William's hand, Mrs. Lovely began to pace towards the bathroom door while cooing "Lets get little Billy dressed, hmm? We have such a full day ahead of us!"
Walking with his babysitter down one of her expansive house's halls, William was glad to know he would soon be wearing clothes again. Though in a pleasant daze from his hostess's thorough bath and powdering, it still felt awkward to be fully naked in her presence. After being clothes-free in the matron's care for the past hour, the lad would be happy to even find himself back in the ridiculousness of his earlier satin shorts and shirt if it meant reclaiming a bit of modesty.
"Mmmmmm... Here we are," purred the sitter, as the pair halted before a large wooden door. "Your very own room..."
Daintily stepping to crouch behind the lad, bending forward to gently hug the back of his head to the cushion of her talcum-scented cleavage, Mrs. Lovely cooed "Now Billy has a place of his very own to sleep and play whenever he visits his favourite mommy..." Pausing to kiss William upon his cheek while idly tracing a finger over his chest, the plump woman sent electric shivers down the boy's spine when she whispered into his ear "Why not open the door, dear.
"Open the door and see what Mommy's made for her darling..."
Nervously grasping the large brass doorknob in his hand, William opened the door and stepped into his new room, finding himself immediately overwhelmed by the sight that greeted him.
It wasn't the size of the room which stunned the lad, even though this immense chamber was almost as large as his home's entire ground floor, nor was it the opulence of the furnishings, though it was clear all materials easily fit Mrs. Lovely's high standards for quality. Rather, it was the theme of the decor which stunned William into silence, making himself wonder he might have fallen asleep during his bath and be dreaming the strange scene before him now.
Blinking in a daze as he cautiously stepped towards the middle of the room, William tried to take in the softness which surrounded him.
Carpeted from wall-to-wall in soft pink broadloom, the bedroom seemed designed to express the very definition of girlish femininity, from the white frilled accent rugs on the floor through to the satin drapery framing every window and arch. With all windows covered in white sheer curtains to ensure privacy from prying eyes, the effect of the flowing fabric was a gentle filtering of sunlight which softened shadows while fully illuminating the room.
Insulated into hushed quiet, the room was an echo-free oasis of calm, with the gentle tinkling tune of a slowly pirouetting music box ballerina the only sound to be heard. With his footsteps cradled by gentle silence as the barefoot lad stepped about upon the softness of the deep carpet, William found himself almost afraid to speak and add his timid voice to the childishness of this pink and white wonderland.
A white rocking chair here, a pink velour armchair there, bureaus and vanities and night stands and dolls, all giving the impression that the wishes of a spoiled little girl had been followed to the letter, creating a frilly slumber party wonderland for her and her friends.
"Isn't it delightful?" whispered Mrs. Lovely, as she hugged the naked lad from behind. "I may have spent a little money to keep your mother on our side, but I've spared no expense for my darling little Billy..."
His mouth agape, unsure of how to answer, William was truly stunned. From her strange 'tickle monster' games through to the sissy satin 'monster food' outfit she had made his mother dress him in today, nothing in Mrs. Lovely's actions had ever made the boy expect her to go to such extravagance to satisfy her strange wishes.
Turning about to settle his eyes upon the king-sized four poster canopy bed which would host his nighttime slumber, the extent of that extravagance was now clear. Though he had little idea of cost and expense in the adult world, William had a suspicion the pink and white satin fabric which cascaded about the bed alone would cost a small fortune, and its over-the-top gentleness was reflected in all decorations he could see.
"Oh, don't you worry," whispered the matron, as she teased a finger down the lad's bare arm. "Mommy can buy her darling anything he wants. Anything at all...
"Mmmmmmmmm... and Mommy has so many things for her precious already. Would you like to see your clothes, darling?"
Numbly nodding 'yes' as he was once again made aware of his naked state, the lad let himself be guided as the matron gently steered William's steps towards a large closet at the opposite end of the room. Stepping cautiously across the pink broadloom carpet towards those two large doors, the boy felt more helpless now than he ever did in the clutches of the 'tickle monster'. Coddled and hugged by this strange woman, stepping naked through a girlish satin wonderland, he was clearly acting to Mrs. Lovely's game plan now, and it would be her decision as to where he was led next.
"Mmmmmmmmmm..." purred the plump woman, almost moaning, as she positioned the two of them to stand before the large, white doors. "Whatever shall we find in here?" Reaching her arms forward to grasp both of the small brass door handles, Mrs. Lovely released their closing catches with a gentle 'click' and pulled the doors open, leaving them to coast outwards as the closet's interior light illuminated the softness which waited inside.
Gasping before the sight, backing himself against the legs of his tormentor in a reflexive attempt to retreat from his fate, William was despairing but not entirely surprised at the attire Mrs. Lovely had chosen for him. Bountifully but neatly packed from top to bottom, the expansive closet displayed an array of pretty fairy costumes, ballet-style dresses, princess gowns and frilly party frocks, each and every one hung neatly on their hangers before him.
Gently fluttering in the breeze from the opening closet doors, the dresses seemed to gesture to a wide array of slippers and shoes beneath, with numerous wigs, hats, bonnets and bows prettily displayed in the shelves above. If William had ever wondered why the matron insisted upon taking such detailed measurements of his body, there was no mystery remaining now: He was a doll for Mrs. Lovely's delightful new doll house, and would remain so for however long and often he should visit.
"N-no..." whispered the boy, as he scanned the shelves for even the slightest hint of masculinity. "N-no... no... please. Not this..."
"Aren't they delightful?" cooed the bosomy bully, as she ignored the lad's latest words of protest. "When Billy insisted upon becoming Mommy's Pretty Princess Tea Time Maid on his last visit, she had to make sure her darling had enough clothes to choose from.
"Tell me, dear, which dress would you like to wear today?"
Scanning the racks and shelves, unable to find anything he would consider reasonable, William knew he could not accept any of the options available. Mrs. Lovely was always winning in her games, and the lad knew worse would be to come if he stepped into his sitter's latest trap now.
"N-none," answered the lad with quiet hesitation. "P-please, Mrs. Lovely. Please I don't want to wear any of them!
"Not a dress. Please, not that!"
Purring in her usual devilish satisfaction, as though she had expected just such a response, the matron almost moaned in delight as she placed her hands upon her charge's shoulders and bent down to sultrily whisper "But dresses are what little Billy wants! Pretty dresses and frillies and frocks... Mmmmmm... all for my pretty little sissy boy..."
"N-no..." squeaked the lad, as he squirmed uncomfortably beneath the bosomy bully's hands. "Not dresses. Please..."
"Not dresses?" teased the matron, as her hands gently stroked up and down the boy's bare arms. "Mmmmmmmmm... but he's so pretty!
"Yes, so very, very pretty and soft. Mmmmmmm... Especially after he's been puffed and powdered from tip to toe..." gently squeezing one of the lad's bare bottom cheeks with one hand, the matron deftly tickled the lad's belly with the other in order to keep him from leaping away from her groping touch.
"N-no..." repeated William, as he barely stifled an involuntary giggle. "N-no... P-please!" Looking up towards the open closet before him, the pink frills and ruffles of those feminine clothes now appeared to loom more menacingly than any nightmare monster he had ever imagined.
Well, all monsters except for one.
"Mmmmmmm..." purred Mrs. Lovely, as her hand squeezed the lad's powdered bottom again. "Maybe Billy wants to stay naked for his visit with Mommy instead?" Continuing the gentle tickle at the lad's belly, Mrs. Lovely smiled broadly in satisfaction as she heard her captive reluctantly giggle in response. "Oh, yes! Billy can stay nakie-wakie all week long!" Continuing her gentle tickle as the lad's titters grew, the matron followed the squirming boy downwards as he crouched in on himself in an attempt to avoid her nimble fingers, delighting all the while in the absolute power granted by her masterfully gentle touch.
"Silly me! How could we have ever thought to hide such a pretty powdered bum from Mommy's dear friends?" Groping the boy's bottom cheeks again, Mrs. Lovely purred "Whoever said a tea time maid needs to wear clothes, hmm? I think our nakie-wakie Billy can serve our guests just fine!"
"NO!" shrieked the boy, as he squirmed about in an attempt to avoid the bosomy bully's tickles. "No nakie! Ahahahahaha! NO NAKIE!"
"But little Billy doesn't want to wear his pretty dresses!" taunted Mrs. Lovely, as she continued her gentle finger strokes. "He'd prefer to be naked rather than dressed like a pretty pink sissy, wouldn't he?"
"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!" Laughing helplessly as he pushed to escape the matron's touch, the boy didn't want either option, but it was clear he was being given two very unpleasant selections from which to choose.
"Hmm," pondered Mrs. Lovely, as she teased both of her hands to wiggle at the lad's midsection. "I think I know a certain someone who would love to have a naked little boy of their very own to play with..."
"NooooooooHohohohoHohohoho!"
Retreating mindlessly away from the tickling hands, William found himself backing right up against his tormentor's body. Disoriented by the woman's teases, his hands franticly waving in an attempt to ward off her unwanted touch, the naked lad mindlessly squirmed and rubbed up against Mrs. Lovely's belly and thighs, with the back of his head pressing softly against the woman's wobbling bosom on every fruitless step back from her hands.
"Mmmmmmm, yes! Let's go ask the Tickle Monster what she thinks of this, hmm? She's waiting for you on the couch downstairs right now..." Turning towards the door, teasing William before her to awkwardly squirm in the direction she wished him to move, Mrs. Lovely began to slowly pace towards the room's exit, tickling her captive all the while as she directed him towards their new destination.
"Yes," she continued, while gentle teasing her charge. "Mrs. Tickle Monster told me Billy was too rough and tumble for fun dress-up games. She told me Billy would never agree to wearing one of the pretty dresses Mommy bought for him.
"Well, I didn't believe her! I never thought little Billy would rather be tickled than wear pretty clothes, but it looks like Mrs. Tickle Monster was right...
"NO! NOHOHOHOHOHO!" shrieked the lad, as he wiggled helplessly against the matron's touch. This horrible woman's tickling games were bad enough when clothed -- William couldn't even imagine how unpleasant naked tickles could be! "PLEASE!" he shrieked, while squirming within his babysitter's cage of gently teasing fingers. "PLEEHEHEHEEEASE!
"I'D RATHER WEheheheheAR CLOHOHOHOHOHOTHES!"
"You'd rather wear pretty clothes?" taunted the babysitter, as she guided her reluctant charge towards the door. "Tsk, Tsk. It's much too late for that now.
"Billy had his chance. He could have dressed up in one of the nice outfits his Mommy bought for him, but he was too good for his Mommy's presents, wasn't he?"
"NOOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!"
"Oh, yes! Little Billy would rather be naked than be pretty... Mmmmmmm... But don't you worry. I've heard that Mrs. Tickle Monster loves naked little boys the most!"
"AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Goodness! She'll probably never let you go once she gets your powdered little bum in her lap.
"Mmmmmmmm... Yes! It'll just be tickles and tickles and tickles for naked little Billy the whole week long!"
"PLEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" shrieked William, as he watched the matron reach one of her hands upwards to open the bedroom door. "NOHOHOHOHOHO!" Seeing his chance, the lad darted under the woman's raised arm and raced back to the open closet doors. Gasping breathlessly from just that single minute of tickling, the lad knew he was in store for much worse if he found himself in the company of 'The Tickle Monster' again. Distasteful as it was, he knew exactly what he needed to do to spare himself that fate!
"Please!" he gasped, as she stood naked before the closet of satiny sissy clothes. "Please, Mrs. Lovely. Please let me get dressed instead!"
Tut-tutting as she began to slowly pace towards her charge, the matron's lips drew into a familiarly devilish grin as she cooed "Such a naughty boy! Not only does he disobey, but he doesn't address his elders properly!" Pausing to place both hands upon her hips, the bosomy bully stood directly before her charge and gazed disdainfully downwards while intoning "What do you think Mrs. Tickle Monster will think of all that?"
Quivering in nervous desperation, the lad corrected himself for what he promised would be the last time in mis-addressing his sadistic sitter "P-please M-Mommy," he whimpered, as he looked into his caretaker's deceptively friendly blue eyes. "P-please let me wear a pretty dress..."
Standing as still as he could as he awaited the matron's judgment, William couldn't help but shake nervously as he regarded the powerfully plump woman before him. With the silence of the room broken only by the gentle tinkle of the pirouetting music box ballerina's song, the lad dared not make a sound lest he shift his caretaker's decision towards a more punishing fate.
Watching as Mrs. Lovely's lips slowly spread into a satisfied smile, the lad almost jumped in fright as he heard her pleasantly coo "Well, which dress would little Billy like to wear?"
Turning towards the closet, the naked lad's eyes settled upon the poofy sleeves of a pink and white party dress and reached for the outfit without hesitation. "This one!" William squealed, as he lifted the hanger from its rack. Holding the frilly outfit before him, the crinoline-lined skirt spreading outwards to provide the modesty he now sought above all else, the lad chirped with the greatest sincerity possible "Please, Mommy! Please let me wear this pretty pink dress!
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!"
Feeling his heart beat faster as he watched the matron's eyes roam over the dress's ruffles and frills, William knew his fate lay solely with the woman's judgment of the pink outfit's suitability. Gulping nervously, the lad decided a bit more forced sincerity would help his cause.
"Please, Mommy," he squeaked, while caressing the dress's fabric with one of his small hands. "It's so pretty. Please let me wear it!" Dancing up and down for emphasis, the lad's palpable embarrassment and humiliation was overwhelmed by his desperation, for the acceptance of this dress was now his only hope of safety from the Tickle Monster's clutches.
"PLEEEEEEEASE!"
Smiling broadly, as if delighting in satisfaction at a job well done, Mrs. Lovely paused a few moments more before answering "All right, darling. You can wear the dress."
"Yay!" Bouncing up and down with a delighted cheer, William was disconcerted to find that he was genuinely thrilled with the bosomy bully's decision. Though the alternative would surely have been hours of gentle torture in the Tickle Monster's lap, he shouldn't be this happy to be wearing a dress.
Should he?
Taking the matron's hand as she lifted the outfit from his grip, the boy willingly walked towards the four-poster king-sized bed at the opposite end of the room and waited patiently as his caretaker carefully draped his chosen outfit over the mattress's edge.
"Now, darling," cooed the sitter, as she slowly slid open a painted bureau drawer. "Let's get you into that pretty little outfit, hmm?" Nodding in silent agreement, William shuddered again as he watched Mrs. Lovely lift a small item of pink satin fabric from the open drawer. Blanching noticeably as he both identified the clothing's purpose and read the bright red script which cheerily danced across it, the lad dared not make a sound as he watched his babysitter kneel down upon the floor and hold the item out before her. With her two hands dangling the satin confection at knee level between pinched fingers, it was clear Mrs. Lovely was inviting the boy to step inside.
Noticing William's reluctance, the matron purred "Billy doesn't like his new panties? Mmmmmmmm... I wonder what the Tickle Monster would think of that?"
Shuddering again, William began to slowly step towards the proffered clothing while answering "N-no, Mommy. I love them! T-They're beautiful... Really!"
Pacing for what seemed to be an eternity, the lad kept his eyes fixed upon the bountiful cleavage framed by the matron's tight house-dress rather than view his tormentor's ogling gaze or look again at the pink satin underpants within which he would soon be clad. Watching those menacing breasts gently jiggle as the bosomy bully chuckled in quiet satisfaction, William knew he had lost again. He had done exactly what Mrs. Lovely had expected and, now, he was doing exactly what she wished.
Arriving in front of the woman, the boy slowly lifted one foot and then the other to step inside the proffered panties, shuddering again as he felt the bosomy bully slowly draw the fabric up over his hips and cinch the elastic at his waist. With his face mere inches away from his sitter's freckled cleavage as she daintily pinched and pulled his waistband straight, the lad couldn't help but breathe in the baby powder scent of her skin, realizing as he did that it was the same scent as his own. A shared scent. The scent delivered by the gentle skin-caressing powder puff they both now knew.
Hearing the woman purr in satisfaction as she gently patted his satin-covered bottom, the lad followed the guidance of her pressing hand and stepped forward to bury his face in her welcoming bosom. Feeling her arms hug about him in another smothering clutch, the lad felt a tear come to his eye as the matron continued to caress his satin-clad bum.
After all, it was true, wasn't it? The bright red script which stretched taught across his satin-clad bottom spoke the fact to any who would read it: William was Mrs. Lovely's "Tickle Princess", and, one way or another, he would willingly do anything she wished.
(to be continued..?)