Advanact's
The Partnership
The Partnership
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Chapter One
"Ah! So this is what success feels like!" Tearing down the highway in his delightfully expensive car, William savoured the feel of the vehicle's pull against the road.
It had been a tough run of things, building his business up over the previous decade but, bit by bit, little by little, the corporation had grown and now, with the company's first billion dollars in sales now secure, William's bank account bulged comfortably with a large reward for honest success.
Smiling from ear to ear as he turned off the highway and into an upscale business park, William didn't even try to hide his excitement. After all, only the peak of the business elite get invited to a meeting with Salcerem Associates, and here he was headed off to meet the founding partners himself!
"Wow," thought the lad as he shook his head in amazement. "Those two are really a wonder." Having started their own consultancy just a few years before William's own, Melissa and Bethany Salcer had created a roaringly successful conglomerate from absolutely nothing. Now, with thousands of employees addressing an untold variety of profitable work, the sisters were the toast of the business world!
As the pair never gave interviews, shunned the media spotlight and silenced unauthorized publication of their affairs with the most ruthlessly effective legal team anyone had ever seen, the foundation of that success remained a mystery to all but their most trusted advisors. All that was known for certain was that the company was very selective of their business associates, with potential partnerships being made on a strictly invitation-only basis. Was it any wonder William immediately cleared his schedule when he received an invitation to the Salcerem estate for a weekend's casual discussion?
Aside from any business possibilities, the opportunity to speak with those two was alone worth the trouble of clearing a few days from his agenda. "I've no idea how they've done it," thought the young man, as his car pulled up to the building's valet stand "but those two have built something amazing from absolutely nothing, with not so much as a single person saying an ill word about them.
"Whatever they might have planned, I'm sure it'll be a joy to work with them!"
Handing over his car keys and weekend luggage to the company valet, the young man headed into the corporation's tastefully ornate welcoming gallery and enjoyed the luxury of having some time to himself. As the Salcerem's preferred to conduct business in a manner of personal acquaintance, William was requested to simply come to their offices alone, with promises that every comfort he could require would be provided in the company's guest facilities while he visited.
"No hassle, no business and no worries," thought the gent, as he was welcomed and escorted straight to the building's top floor. "How could I pass up an opportunity like this?"
Introduced to the partners soon after, William enjoyed casual discussion of their various business prospects and delighted in sharing stories of his own company's success. Though the groups were in completely different industries, it appeared the conglomerate approach of S.A. would work delightfully well with William's business in a number of upcoming projects, with comfortable profit sure to come about from a few worthwhile business pursuits.
It certainly didn't hurt matters that the sisters were charming and comfortably attractive. He wouldn't call the pair 'gorgeous' by any stretch, but Will did enjoy finding himself the focus of their warm smiles and was quietly delighted when their overly-large breasts pleasantly jiggled as the two went about their day. But for his strict policy of never mixing business with pleasure, the young man could certainly picture himself seeking more than a casual acquaintance with either of those two. It was hard enough to keep his eyes from roaming past more than an appreciative glance; the few photos which had been published of Bethany and Melissa certainly understated their attractiveness. Though not one to judge on appearances, William had expected the 40-something ladies to be somewhat frumpy and abrupt in the manner of the society matrons they resembled. It was quite a pleasant surprise to be introduced to this charming pair instead!
As the day drew to a close, the trio finished their get-acquainted session with a quiet evening's dinner at the shared home of the co-CEOs. Conversation comfortably flowed for hours after until, finally, they all decided to turn in for the night.
As Will was shown to his room in the sprawling abode, Bethany gently patted his arm and purred "Oh, William, I'm so glad you could come visit with us! This has been a simply wonderful day.
"Honesty and forthrightness like yours is extremely scarce, you know, and it's not often we have the opportunity to chat with someone who has earned themselves such success with those attributes.
"I'll discuss matters a bit more with Melissa, but I'm sure we'll be making arrangements to align you and your company in a special role with Salcerem."
Coyly lifting her hand to her lips, the sister giggled "Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
"We'll talk all about this in the morning. Pleasant dreams, dear."
Smiling and expressing his thanks for their consideration, Will bid the woman good night and undressed for a sound slumber. Noticing that his bags had been set down beside the room's bureau by the company's quietly efficient staff, the young man sighed in appreciation of that simple attention to detail. It appeared he'd have nothing to concern himself with at all in this weekend's familiarization.
Switching off the room's lights and settling in to sleep in the most comfortable bed he had ever had the pleasure to rest upon, William sighed in satisfaction at a job well-done. Business with S.A. was certain to be good.
"Wakey, wakey!"
Groggily rousing himself to the cheerful greeting, William lifted his head from the pillow and rubbed the sleep from his eyes "W-wha?"
"Rise and shine, sweetheart! We've a busy day ahead of us ...*giggle*... Busy busy busy!" moving his head to shake off the fingers which playfully pinched his cheek, the young man sat up in his bed and confusedly looked from side to side. Where was he?
Ah, yes! He was visiting the home of the Salcer sisters to discuss a potential business venture. But what were they doing sneaking into his room like this? He certainly didn't expect to see them standing on either side of his bed when he awoke!
"Er..." began Will, as he looked from one sister to the other. Pausing to find some diplomatic words to describe his discomfort, the young man said "Ladies, I don't think this is appropri..." only to halt his speech half-way through his spoken sentence.
What had happened to his voice? It was so squeaky and light! Frowning in agitation as he watched the sisters burst into a fit of giggles, the young man made ready to jump from his bed and leave the crazy pair when he noticed he wasn't quite 'himself' any more.
"Huh? Wha?" was all he could say as William noticed his distinct diminishment in stature. His hands now quite small, his arms spindly and light, his chest hairless belly soft, it was if he....
No...
No way!
Looming above him as if they were giants, the sisters smiled in benign amusement for a moment before Bethany purred. "Yes, sweetie, you're a little boy again."
Sputtering apoplectically, William vigorously pinched his arm to wake himself from this bizarre nightmare, only to find he wasn't waking up at all: However this was happening, it was all too real!
"Now, now," cooed Melissa, as she reached down to lift the naked lad up into her strong arms. "There's no need to panic. You'll be a grown-up again soon enough." Turning to carry the man-turned-boy towards a waiting couch, the kindly woman soothed "I know it's quite a shock at first, but it's all a part of working with S.A. You'll grow used to it soon enough.
"Who knows? ... *giggle* ... You might even come to enjoy being a little boy for a while!" Stunned into compliant silence, Will just lay in the woman's arms and tried to take in what he saw around him.
This was certainly the room he fell asleep in the night before, but everything was now at an adult scale whereas he had become... what? 7? 8? 6? 4?!?! It was hard to tell! The only thing clearly obvious to William was how much more ominous the sisters seemed now that he'd been de-aged to experience an unexpected second childhood.
For one, their pleasant plumpness had taken on a sense of matronly dominance, with Melissa's hug now an inescapable clutch where it had simply been a friendly greeting before. Their arms now holding an unbelievable strength, the modest reach of the two sisters was certainly wide enough to snare William in their long arms if he tried to run for help, and were doubtless capable of delivering a furious spanking for his disobedience. Soft and feminine they may be, but these two plump women were now unquestionably in charge.
Where he once towered above the pair, the young man now found their stature to be that of giantesses. What he once pictured as legs of modest length now quickly crossed the room with their broad stride - his tiny feet would now need to run to keep pace!
Finally, and most noticeably from his current point of view, the bosoms of the pair had taken on unsettlingly gargantuan proportions. With his head now resting comfortably against Melissa's pillowy chest, the once playful jiggle of her overly-large breasts now felt like a juddering reminder of his new-found helplessness. Looking up to gauge the woman's serene expression, Will shuddered in fear when he found himself barely able to glance his captor's twinkling eyes over the mountainous swell which snuggled him close. No longer attractive dinner companions, the two sisters had become his matronly caretakers, and he their helpless charge.
Primly pursing her lips in an intent pucker, Melissa sat herself down upon the couch and adjusted the stunned young man to sit comfortably in her lap. Settling down in a seat just across from them, Bethany leaned forward to gently stroke the young man's cheek.
"Oh, so precious," she cooed. "Poor little boy must be so confused..."
"Yes," sympathized Melissa, as she surrounded the lad in a gentle, all-encompassing hug. "Little Billy mustn't know what to think! Poor boy..."
Billy? He hadn't been called by that name since he was a kid!
"Uh...Melissa?" began William, as he squirmed to speak from within her confining hug. "I really... *oof*... prefer William ...*unf*... if you wouldn't mind..."
"Silly boy," cooed Melissa, as she placed a silencing hand over the lad's mouth. "It's not polite to tell your elders what to do..." Soothing a quiet "Hussssssssh", the matron turned William towards her before slowly pressing forward to smother his face in the softness of her looming chest.
Squirming angrily at having his request condescendingly dismissed by a motherly hug, the man-turned-boy found himself surrounded by a warm, all-encompassing darkness as Melissa effortlessly muffled his protests in her bosomy embrace. "Husssssssssssssh."
Outraged at this babyfiying response, the young man shouted muffled threats and squirmed angrily for little more than a minute before admitting to himself that he was doing nothing more than tiring himself out.
"Husssh, little baby. Hussssssssssh..."
Finding that his struggles were truly useless against the impossible strength of Melissa's hugging arms, William relaxed into the muffling silence of the woman's bosom and rested while he assessed his new situation.
"Good boy!" cooed the woman, as she gently patted his bare bottom. "Isn't Billy a good little boy, Bethany?"
"Oh, definitely Melissa. I think this good little boy will do everything his Nanas tell him. Won't he?"
Angrily frustrated though he was, the bosom-muffled William could do nothing but listen to the pair as they cooed compliment after compliment about his meek and compliant behaviour. Though pleasant, soft and loving in their actions and words, the message the two sisters sent through their coos was horrifyingly clear: They were in charge now, and William was to obey.
"That's better," remarked Melissa, as she relaxed her grip to release the man-turned-boy from her bosomy embrace. "A little loving cuddle is all it takes to soothe most of our visitors. It's so much better than a spanking..." Emphasizing her implied threat with a momentary silence, the bosomy woman adjusted her hold to seat William upon her knee, hugging a single arm about his shoulders to keep him steady upon the precarious perch.
Trying to get his bearings as he rested upon the matronly woman's thigh, Will had begun to come to a number of uncomfortable realizations:
These women were not at all what they appeared;
The single arm gently draped over his shoulder was more than strong enough to restrain him completely;
There was no way he would be able to out-run the two women in his current state; and
Even if he did manage to run out of this room, he was now a completely naked child! How could he possibly escape the building, let alone get himself to someone who could help him return to normal?
Then, if he did, who would believe his story?
No, there was nothing William could do for the present but assess his situation and wait for a moment of action. There would be things to do later but, for now, it would be best to simply wait and see what these sisters had planned.
Giggling contentedly as she knelt upon the floor before the seated lad, Bethany casually rested her hand upon her guest's naked knee and purred to her sister. "Oh, my! Isn't he adorable?" Returning her attention to the lad, the bosomy matron licked her lips before purring "I could just eat this little boy up!"
"Now, now, dear sister," remarked Melissa, as she patted the lad's shoulder. "We don't want to fall too far into tradition.
"Witches only eat little children in story books..."
Watching the pair burst into laughter at his shocked expression, William wasn't quite sure what to think. Witches? Story books?
What was going on here?
"Oh, but we're getting ahead of ourselves," remarked Bethany, as she returned her attention to the seated lad. "My dear little Billy, as you might have guessed, both my sister and myself are witches right from the traditional mould: A little magic here, a little magic there, and always getting our way in the end.
"Amazing how well that tradition fits into the business world, isn't it?"
Dumbfounded at the thought of 'magic' truly existing, William sat upon Melissa's knee in shocked silence for a moment before nervously asking the pair "S-s-s-so you really did turn me into a kid again? T-t-t-t-this isn't some kind of trick?"
Giggling in amusement, Melissa hugged the seated lad to her bosom and cooed "That's right! You're a little boy again and will stay that way until our visit is done.
"We've found that 'partners' are much more agreeable to business proposals when play time is more important to them than work time." Laughing again at their shared joke, the sisters tittered merrily to one another for a few moments more before Bethany returned her attention to the lad seated before her.
"And we do have a business proposal for you, my dear." Idly tracing a single finger in a circle about the lad's knee, the matronly woman said "and I'm sure you'll find the terms quite agreeable."
Gulping nervously, William asked "W-w-w-what do you want?"
"Oh, nothing, really," she sighed, while continuing to idly trace about the lad's knee. "We just want you to tell us everything you know about your various acquaintances." Looking up into the lad's eyes, the woman's manner grew the slightest bit harsh as she said "...and I do mean everything."
"Yes, dear," continued Melissa, as she hugged the lad to her breast once more. "Public knowledge, private knowledge, secret knowledge. We want to know it all.
"And you'll be a good boy and tell us, won't you?"
"Uh," answered the lad as he tried to formulate a clear answer. "Umm... no?"
"No?" responded Bethany, as she recoiled in mock shock. "Goodness me!" Holding a hand to her chest as if to steady herself from William's answer, the woman looked up at her sister and asked "He doesn't want to help us!
"Whatever shall we do?"
"Now, now, dear sister," answered Melissa, as she rested her hand upon her sister's shoulder as if to calm her obviously false worries. "I'm sure we'll find some way to convince little Billy to help us."
"Hmm...." wondered Bethany, as she regarded the naked lad before her. "Maybe a little spanking would get this naughty boy to mind us?
"Yes! A sound paddling on his bare little bum ...*giggle*... I'll put him over my knee and spank him good!"
Alarmed at the thought of physical violence from the giant pair, William squirmed uncomfortably atop Melissa's knee before her gentle voice cooed "Oh, we'll have no spanking today, my dear.
"I think little Billy just needs a bit of 'time out' to let him reconsider his decision." Lifting the lad up from his seat upon her knee, the matron took the naked man-turned-boy's hand in her own and stood up from the couch before declaring. "Yes, I think some time alone in the playroom would suit him nicely..."
"Hmmm..." wondered Bethany, before she suddenly giggled in delight. "Yes, dear sister, I do believe you're right." Taking the lad's other hand in her own, the woman purred, "Come along, little one. You'll like the playroom. It's big and soft and lots and lots of fun!
"Why, a little boy could spend all weekend running around in there and never get bored!"
Choosing not to answer the pair as they guided him out of the guest bedroom and down the mansion's silent hallway, William kept his head clear for an opportunity to break free, but it was soon evident that the sisters were unlikely to relax their gentle hold upon his hands. Walking with the pair down one hallway after another, the lad's up-raised arms made him uncomfortably aware of both his nudity and helpless position between the women. Fortunately, their trip soon came to an end as Melissa turned towards a certain wood panel and wiggled her fingers in an intricate but playful motion, causing part of the wall to open free towards them and reveal a secret entrance to a rounded hallway which appeared to be lined with white satin cloth.
As the three entered the soft tunnel, William noticed that the air had grown considerably warmer. At least he wouldn't be freezing if the two decided to keep him out of clothing for the day!
"Here we are," remarked Melissa, as she opened a circular door around one of the tunnel's bends. "A perfect little playroom, all ready and open for a certain naughty boy's 'time out'."
Looking about, William was stunned. How could such a large room stay hidden? Even in a mansion as large as theirs?!?
The 'playroom' was a circular chamber with a domed ceiling, the whole space perhaps as wide as one hundred feet across. Padded with a white satin fabric which extended up the walls and over the brightly lit area in a difficult to assess height, the room reminded William of a playground bouncy-castle, with all edges smooth and rounded with the same satiny cloth. His immediate impression was an area which was safe, clean and child-friendly. A place where it was made impossible to come to harm.
Decorating the chamber were giant letter blocks, stuffed animals and plush children's furniture, with each brightly coloured item seemingly gigantic in proportion from the lad's diminished perspective. Remembering that he was now the size of a small child, the man-turned-boy understood that things would appear to be larger to him now, but it seemed odd that a pink teddy bear would still tower over him from its seated position. What child would have need for plush toys that sat taller than they were high?
Taking in the variety of infantile furniture, toys and decoration scattered about the chamber, William was reminded of a preschool playroom, with the bright colours and happy appearance of all items bringing a reflexive smile to his face despite the surreality of his new circumstances. With giant teddy bears, raggedy ann dolls, letter blocks and other toys, this room seemed designed with strangeness in mind, with the strangest decoration of them all being the odd fabric sculpture which stood upright in the center of the room.
Perhaps twenty feet high and ten across was what appeared to be a squat, spandex or possibly satin-covered white bowling pin. Radiating in a star pattern from the base of the strange construct were five rounded benches, each about four feet off the floor, stuffed and covered with the same slippery-looking fabric.
Puzzling as to what the strange thing could be, William concluded that it must be a play structure of some sort, with each of the five slippery benches just barely high enough for an energetic child to be able to clamber up on after a minute or so of effort. Seeing how slippery each of those benches and the pudgy bowling pin appeared, it wasn't surprising the floor of this room had been made so bouncy: Any tyke would doubtless fall off the spandex structure soon after they managed to clamber up on it!
Reinforcing the idea of this strange room being a playground was the giant clown face sculpted on the top face of the giant bowling pin. Its eyes closed as if in sleep, the large blubbery lips of the pin's face seemed locked in a serene smile beneath it's bright red ball of a nose. Certainly Will could picture a group of kids playing tag and other energetic games beneath such a foolish looking thing. With nothing but soft padding everywhere, this room would be perfect for such rambunctiousness.
"Something else, isn't he?"
"Hmm?" asked William, as he turned to respond to Bethany's statement.
"Yes, we conjured that demon up a few years ago and bound him permanently to this place. It proved to be very cooperative and, with our binding spell, quite safely confined to this room." Pausing to place a contemplative finger upon her chin, the woman seemed distracted as she continued. "Strange to think such a foolish-looking thing could be a terrifying 'monster in the closet', isn't it?"
Interjecting with a giggle, Melissa chimed "Oh, could you just picture him wandering the halls of our mansion? Goodness! The strange looks he'd get from visitors. We really should let him out sometime."
Turning to chastise her sister, Bethany sighed "Oh, do be practical, dear sister. Harmless though he may be to us, he'd be an unbearable nuisance for the staff to deal with. Could you just picture the complaints we'd have if he decided to stake out a bedroom in OUR neighbourhood?"
Still giggling like a schoolgirl, Melissa squealed "Oh, I think it would be hilarious! Wouldn't you want to see the neighbourhood brats taken down a peg or two? They think they're so above it all ...*giggle*... "
"Perhaps," responding the matron, with a guarded smile. "But I still wouldn't want to see any rumours starting up in town. It would be bad for... business." Turning to regard William, who now stood more confused than ever between the two witches, Bethany returned her attention to the matter at hand. Placing both hands upon her knees as she bent down to address her guest, the woman absent-mindedly jiggled her breasts as they hung at the lad's eye level, reminding him as they did of his earlier helplessness in her sister's bosomy cuddle.
"Oh, Billy," cooed the woman, in an overly-sweet voice. "Don't you let our silly talk scare you. This fellow's harmless. He's as friendly a demon as you'd ever want to meet!" Playfully pinching the man-turned-boy's cheek, Bethany giggled as William brushed his face as if to wipe away the condescending gesture.
"Now, I know you don't approve of our actions here, and it's a shame you've not yet seen our side of things, but I think a bit of time in our playroom will help you see things right."
"That's right, sweetheart!" trilled Melissa, as she bent to plant a kiss upon William's other cheek. "Ooooh! You'll have so much fun! ...*giggle*... There are so many things to do here, I'm sure you'll have a delightful time!"
"Yes, sister, I'm sure he will." remarked Bethany, as she turned towards the room's padded exit door. "Perhaps our demon friend will stay sleeping, hmm? After all, if he doesn't hear childish laughter, he'll stay asleep forever..."
Unexpectedly feeling Melissa's hand wiggle in his armpit as she deftly stepped past him, William squealed childishly in a momentary ticklish laugh and quickly squirmed away from the witch's nimble hand.
"Oh, I'm not sure about that, dear sister," giggled the bosomy woman as she gingerly stepped through the closing door. "Silly Billy's much too happy to avoid a good laugh!"
Watching the door close behind the pair, William found that Melissa's mocking laughter was soon replaced by silence as the perfectly sound-proof door hushingly cut him off from the outside world. Running to the wall to see if he might open the portal himself, the young man was hardly surprised to discover the slick satin of the padded door now meshed perfectly with the other panels of the round room. Now facing a perfectly flush wall, the lad knew there would be no point in calling for help or protesting after the two witches who had imprisoned him here. They would come for him whenever they were ready, and there was no point in attempting to summon them earlier. The only thing left to do now would be to explore his new surroundings and perhaps find a way to escape.
"O ho ho! What do we have here?" boomed a friendly male voice from behind.
Quickly turning about, William was shocked to see the eyes on the giant 'bowling pin' clown now wide open and focused directly on himself! With the plump red lips on its white clown face now grinning broadly, the lad felt a thrill of panic as the satiny construct tilted slightly forward to provide its curious eyes with a better look at the man-turned-child.
"Hmm..." pondered the giant as its red lips pursed into a concentrated pout and its 'neck' extended forwards. "Looks to me like a lost little boy..."
His jaw slack with surprise, William was only able to stare up into the strange being's friendly eyes and gasp in astonishment. With all that had happened to him already this morning he could hardly call it a surprise to see this satin play structure come to life, but having this giant clown looming overhead was almost too much for his strained mind to comprehend!
Feeling a thrill of panic as the satiny construct moved in a way that furniture never should, the boy found himself fixed where he stood, unable to do anything but watch as the 'bowling pin' -- rather, this demon's body -- bent at the middle to move its smiling face closer to where William stood in shock. Watching as the clown's concentrated pout returned to its earlier wide grin, the lad remained fixed upon the giant's long-lashed eyes until the being gave a friendly wink and asked "What's your name, little guy?"
"W-w-w-w-w-william" answered the nervous man-turned-child as he watched the clown's towering neck wiggle and bob about like a white satin snake.
"Billy!" responded the giant with a wide-mouthed smile. "Pleased to meet ya! My name's Giggles.
"Giggles the Clown!"
Startled to see a noodly arm wiggle its way from behind the clown's plump bowling pin body, the lad watched in astonishment as a cartoonishly gloved four-finger hand wiggled its way forward and snapped itself open to invite a handshake. "Put 'er there, pal!" invited the smiling giant, as its grinning face loomed overhead.
Reflexively placing his palm against the open glove, William gulped uneasily as he watched the clown's hand gently close itself over his own. As the giant's noodly arm began to playfully pump itself up and down in a friendly handshake, the boy couldn't help but move himself up and down with the gloved hand's exaggerated movements. With his hand essentially locked inside the giant's closed glove, it felt to William as though his forearm was encased in a soft satin pillow which pumped his arm repeatedly up and down.
"Pleased ta' meet ya'!" remarked the giant, as his exaggerated handshake continued on and on. "You don't see many boys visit ol' Giggles these days. That's sure something I miss!"
"U-uhmm..." answered the lad, as he tried to politely pull his arm free of the clown's soft grip. "N-nice to meet you too, Mr. Giggles."
"Oh, just Giggles, if you please," responded the giant, as he continued to pump the boy's arm up and down with his handshake grip. "Only naughty children have to call me 'Mr.' and you seem like such a good little boy..."
"U-uh... Thanks?" the lad answered uncertainly, as he tried more firmly to pull his arm away from the giant's handshake. Though the clown wasn't in any way hurting him with the continued pumping of his arm, William felt uncomfortable to have the traditionally brief greeting continue on for so long.
"Yer welcome!" answered the clown, as his handshake persisted. "Ol' Giggles is a great judge of character. I bet little Billy boy always does what he's told, hmm?"
"Er..." muttered the lad, as he tried slightly harder to slow the giant's handshake and pull his arm free. "I... Uh... Guess?"
"Aww, yer too modest," answered the clown, as his noodly arm continued to pump up and down. "I'll bet Billy's the most obedient little boy ever, hmm?"
"Urf..." grunted the lad, as he began to more obviously attempt to free his hand from the giant's pillowy grip. Hoping that the strange creature would forget his remark and instead get the hint that it was time to halt this handshake, William tried to hold his arm still and pull back against the cartoonish hand's grip, but there was no stopping the relentlessly undulating arm.
"Yes-siree!" continued the clown, oblivious to the lad's actions. "When a grownup says to do something, ol' Billy jumps right to it, no questions asked."
Now almost hopping in rhythm with the arm's unending handshake, William looked up into the clown's eyes and asked "Uh, Giggles? Haven't we been shaking hands for long enough?"
"Oh, don't be silly!" answered the clown, as his extended neck began to contract back to its place atop the giant 'bowling pin' body. "We're PALS, and pals like to shake hands, right?"
Declining to answer the giant, the hopping boy clumsily sat himself down and attempted to brace his bare feet to halt the handshake's rhythm. Yet, despite his efforts, William succeeded only in bouncing his bare bottom up and down against the cushiony satin material as the clown's noodly arm continuing its wiggling undulation.
"Yup, pals like to shake hands, and we're going to be the BEST of pals. I just know it!"
Pushing against the clown's glove with his free hand and scrambling with his feet against the slippery floor, William found himself stumbling foolishly as his bottom repeatedly bounced up and down against the pillowy fabric in time with the giant's noodle arm.
"Yup, best of pals. Won't see anything separate us, no-sirree!
"Giggles and Billy, bosom buddies if there ever were a pair!
"Friends together, now and forever!"
As the clown continued to expound upon the richness of their new-found acquaintance-ship, William bounced and stumbled about in an attempt to free his hand, all the while growing more and more frustrated at his lack of control. If the magical beast was oblivious to his situation or simply did not care, the effect was the same: The boy continued to slip and bounce while following the noodly handshake about the room until finally the clown remarked "Oh! Oh, wow! I didn't even notice!
"You're naked, aren't you?"
Now seated still upon the floor, stunned to finally feel the noodly arm cease its bouncing rhythm, William couldn't help but blush at the clown's remark. He was, of course, as stark of clothing as when the witches first deposited him into this room, but with all of the giant's antics the lad had completely forgotten about his state.
"Uh.. I..." started the boy, as he tried to gain some modesty with his free hand. "I... Uh..."
"Geez, tiger, where did you put your togs?" With the glove still holding William's hand in its soft grip, the clown lifted the boy into a standing position and held the blushing lad's arm straight upwards.
"Wowee!" remarked the clown, as he began turning his noddly wrist to slowly spin the boy about. "Not a stitch! How'd that happen, huh?"
"Uh... I..." stammered the lad, as he moved his hand forward and back in an attempt to shield his body from the clown's blue-eyed gaze. "I... Uh... I dunno!" Now lifted to his tip-toes by the clown's gloved mitt, William found himself spinning faster and faster until he felt like a parody of a music-box ballerina.
"Gee, naked as the day you were born. I wouldn't have expected a good boy like Billy to pay a visit like this!"
Having abandoned his attempts to hide himself with his free hand, the spinning lad found himself stumbling one moment and back on his toes the next as the clown moved his noddly arm up and down with his spinning wrist. Incapable of either retaining his modesty or holding his balance, the lad focused instead on pushing against the glove which relentlessly clutched at his right hand.
He had to break free!
"Oh, don't you worry 'bout a silly thing like clothes," remarked the clown, as he ceased the boy's spinning. "Ol' Giggles has more than enough outfits for his pal.
"C'mere and give yer buddy a hug!" Stumbling directionless again as the grasping glove yanked him towards the creature's bowling pin body, William found himself dizzily stepping about as the clown finally let his handshake go. Now stumbling forward on his own momentum, William slipped and skidded along the floor until he felt two of the giant's gloved hands reach gently beneath his arms and lift him from the floor. With the hands soon seating the dazed lad atop one of the wide satin benches arrayed about the base of this strange creature's body, William's dizziness gradually subsided and he was able to once again take stock of himself and his surroundings.
With his feet now dangling over the odd beast's 'thigh', the lad felt much like a child seated upon an adult's lap. With one of the giant's gloved hands draped over his shoulder and its noodly arm stretching across his back to provide support, William would be able to recline without fear of falling from the creature's 'knee', and the cushiony satin floor ensured that jumping down from his perch would be harmless. Though circumstances felt more than a little odd, the lad didn't feel as though he was in danger.
Looking up to the smiling face looming above him, William wondered just what this odd creature was. Did this sisters say this thing was a 'demon'? If it weren't for his own de-aging to his current childish state, the man-turned-boy would have dismissed such talk as nonsense. However, it was impossible to doubt his current helplessness and the reality of the beast's disorienting handshake. Whatever the situation William found himself in now, there was no doubting that it was quite real.
Feeling the hand at his shoulder firmly push him towards the bowling pin of the monster's body, the lad's bare bottom slipped along the slick satin seat until he was pressed directly against the soft structure. With a second gloved hand now joining to press at the boy's back, the two noodly arms wound their way into an affectionate embrace which held William tight.
"Ah, hugs," sighed the clown, as the two hands held the lad to the giant's satin 'belly'. "Nothing can separate friends like us!" Remaining silent as the giant's hands idly patted his back, William waited and wondered just what this 'demon' was planning.
After a minute or so in the monster's embrace, the boy felt the noodly arms relax their cuddle and the gloved hands gingerly lift him back to his perch upon the clown's knee. With the satin mitts once again steadying his seat, William glanced upwards to meet the eyes of his mysterious new 'friend'.
Still dumbfounded by the giant's shape-changing abilities, the lad watched in amazement as the clown's smiling face once again rose upwards and twisted down in a serpentine manner to rest just a bit above where the lad sat. With its face at least as wide across as William was tall, the boy felt positively infantile in contrast to the strange creature's size. If not for Bethany's earlier comments about the demon's friendliness and harmless nature, the lad would truly be worried for his safety!
"Say, buddy," commented the clown, as one of his gloved hands casually patted William's bare knee. "Let's do somethin' about this naked boy's lack of clothing, eh?"
Blushing again at the reminder of his undressed state, the lad watched in silence as the giant's surveyed the lad from tip to toe. Though it was unnerving to be so closely inspected, at least he would be dressed soon!
"Hmm...." pondered the clown, as one of his gloved hands idly rubbed his white satin chin. "Tell me, Billy boy. What size are ya?"
"Uh..." wondered the lad, as he glanced down at his unfamiliar naked form. "I Uh... I don't know..." For he truly had no idea what size -- or age, even -- he now was!
"You don't know?!?" answered the giant, his mouth wide with astonishment. "How could a boy not know what size he is?"
"Uh..." answered William, rather uncertainly. "I... Uh... Um... Well, you might not believe this, but I'm really an adult. See the... uh... sisters... they-"
"Ah, the witches!" interrupted the clown with a grin of understanding. "Those mean ol' girls shrunk ya down, eh?" Nodding in response, William blushed a bit at the thought of his new-found helplessness. How long would they keep him at this age?
"Yeah," continued the giant, as he rested a reassuring had on the lad's shoulder. "I figured it was something like that. Those girls do this sort of thing all the time."
"Don't you worry 'bout it, pal." soothed the giant, as he patted the boy's shoulder. "Us guys need to stick together, eh?
"Ol' Giggles will protect ya. If the girls want a piece of you, they'll have to get through me first!"
Smiling in relief as he looked up into the clown's friendly eyes, William was happy to have an ally in this strange place. Even an adult would find this giant's size and strength to be a challenge, so Giggles' words certainly had some weight behind them.
"Since yer a man and all, I s'pose you're a little uncomfortable bein' all naked as a baby, eh?"
"Uh... Yeah..." muttered William, as he glanced down at his unfamiliar new body. While the room was comfortably warm, lacking clothes certainly added to his feelings of helplessness.
"Well don't ya worry 'bout that!" continued the clown with another of his friendly smiles. "Ol' Giggles has always been good at sizin' up the tots. We'll have ya prepped for a new outfit in no time!" Grasping the lad's wrists in his two gloved hands, the creature then lifted William's arms up above his head to expose his bare torso for the giant's inspection.
"Hmmm...." pondered Giggles, as he regarded the lad's bare chest for a moment. "It looks like this might be a special fit!"
Now sitting somewhat unsteadily atop the rounded satin perch of the clown's 'thigh', William kicked his legs slightly to maintain his balance as the gloved hands gripping his forearms moved slowly forwards and back as if to deliberately keep him off-balance. "Hmm..." continued the clown, as a third glove emerged to thoughtfully rub his white satin chin. "The chilton? No... too large. The burberry? No, no... not wide enough!"
Trying to keep his eyes focused on the clown's pondering face, the lad yelped in surprise as the waving gloves overhead once again caused him to lose balance atop the giant's knee. Though his arms were still firmly held aloft, the lad couldn't help but feel unsteady as he wobbled back and forth on his slippery satin seat, leaving him to reflexively kick his feet to maintain his place.
"Hmmm... The Bluebird? No, no... Too flimsy. The Rackish? No, too wide..."
Awaiting Giggles' clothing assessment, William glanced about to see if he could spot the origin of the giant's third hand. Though it had to come from somewhere, the lad concluded the arm must be emerging from a place opposite his seat, for the clown's satin body revealed nothing but its plump and smooth bowling pin shape. Distracted again by his uneven seating, the man-turned-boy found himself so preoccupied with keeping his balance on the giant's knee that he failed to spot two more gloved hands arrive atop noodly arms. Spotting them as they snaked forward in their gracefully slow motion, it took little time before the new hands positioned themselves with wiggling fingers on either side of the lad's body.
'FIVE hands?' wondered William, as he glanced about in amazement. 'How many arms does this guy have?!?' Kicking his feet again as he unsteadily wobbled atop the giant's knee, the lad felt more childish than ever as the two new wiggling hands paused beside him as if ready to clutch him in a hug.
"Let's see," remarked Giggles, as his wiggling fingers settled upon the boy's torso. "If he was just a little thinner here..."
It was then that William yelped. As the clown's satin gloves gently massaged his ribs, groping up and down his body as if testing for firmness, the giant's touch had an effect the man-turned-boy found quite surprising. One he had not felt for many years.
It tickled.
Transitioning from puzzled silence to shrieking laughter in the blink of an eye, William squirmed frantically atop the clown's knee and pulled with all his might against the soft hands which held his arms aloft.
"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHA!" laughed the boy, as the warm satin fingers pinched and teased up and down his bare sides. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Seemingly oblivious to the lad's reaction, the giant continued to methodically grope his fingers about William's body, moving from his ribs, to his arms, to his knees, to his thighs, all the while pondering intently upon the measurements of his new friend.
"Hmmmmm... Maybe a size smaller..." wondered the clown, as his hands groped at either side of the boy's waist.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!" shrieked the lad, as his eyes and mouth flung themselves wide with hysteria. "NOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"
"Yes, yes," responded the strange beast in a measured tone. "Yes, I'm sure of it. Just a little smaller... here!" Punctuating his words with a soft poke at William's belly, the giant seemed completely unaware of the desperate state of his charge.
"GIGGLES!" yelled the boy, as he thrashed his head from side to side. "GIGGLES! GIIIIIIIIIIIIGGLES! PLEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEHEASE!!!" But William's shrieks went unanswered as the clown continued to methodically grope his plump hands up and down the ticklish lad's body.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!" kicking frantically, bouncing his bottom from left to right in an attempt to dodge the giant gloves, William fought with all his might to break free of the hands which held his arms aloft, but it was no use!
Pulling and yanking and squirming and wiggling, the naked lad tried again and again to break free of the gloved hands at his wrists, but there was no escaping their firm grip. Soft but unyielding, William felt as if his forearms had been encased in satin pillows held aloft by steel cables. Though the magical gloves and serpentine arms were soft and yielding to the touch, they were impossibly strong in their gentleness and no amount of struggle would ever free him from their grip.
"BAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHA! GIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHIGGLES!"
"Really, Billy!" scolded the clown, as he pursed his lips in annoyance. "How can I figure out your size if you keep bouncing around?" Sending two more gloves to firmly grasp boy's wildly kicking ankles, the giant remarked "That's better!" and resumed his methodical grope up and down the naked lad's frame.
Now restrained at both his wrists and ankles, with arms and legs held embarrassingly wide, William was frantic. The only motion he was capable of now was a ridiculous bouncing of his bare bottom upon the clown's knee, and that did nothing to repel the nimble fingers which gently pinched his skin.
"So, if we add a little at the knees here and fluff out the chest here..."
"GIGGLES! NOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!"
Wide-eyed and gaping with an open-mouthed smile, William shook his head, wiggled his feet, bounced his bottom and gyrated madly in an attempt to gain the attention of his captor, but it was no use! No matter how much he shrieked, no matter how much he wiggled, the lad was unable to catch the eye of the oblivious giant. Over and over, the clown's gloved hands clutched and tweaked up and down William's naked frame, with every nimble touch pitching the boy further and further into the realm of mindless hysteria.
"There we go!" exclaimed the clown, as he gently wiggled his gloves upon William's ribs. "All sized up and ready for some new togs!"
"GIGGLES! GAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Though the clown had apparently finished his work, the tickles continued, with the giant's hands absent-mindedly tweaking the boy's sides.
"I swear," remarked the clown with a roll of his eyes. "It's a mystery to me why you didn't just tell ol' Giggles you were a size 8.1.4-3.1-2.3. Geez, it's not like that's secret information or anything!"
"GIGGLES!" shrieked the boy in between gasping boughts of hysteric laughter. "GIGGLES! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! STOP!!
"PLEEHEHEEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOHOP!"
"Stop?" asked the clown, as he cocked his head in confusion. "Stop what? I've already finished sizin' ya, silly boy.
"Don't tell me you want me to double-check your measurements?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" laughed William, as he shook his head from side to side.
"Well, good. It's hard work putting together good measurements, and I wouldn't want you to think I'd done a poor job of it. Clothes need to fit right, I always say, and there's nothing better than making sure they fit right the first time."
On and on the clown prattled, leaving William to laugh in desperate gasping shrieks as he squirmed beneath the giant's wiggling fingers. Though he pulled his arms and kicked his feet with all his might, the lad was unable to budge the gently gripping hands at his wrists and ankles. As before, the only action resulting from his struggles was a humiliatingly ridiculous bouncing up and down of his bare bottom upon the clown's white satin thigh, and yet the tickles continued on and on.
"Jeez," remarked Giggles, as he remained oblivious to his charge's discomfort. "I remember one time I had to get a birthday outfit for a picky little girl, and you wouldn't believe the number of times we had to measure to get THAT fit right! One long day that was, I can tell you. If it wasn't the fit it was the fabric, and if it wasn't the fabric it was the colour. Man, you would have thought..." and on the clown prattled, babbling about the intricacies of fitting clothes and measuring styles, all the while driving William closer and closer to insanity with the nimble touch of his plump satin fingers.
"GIGGLES!" shrieked the boy, as he tried to catch the clown's attention. "GIGGLES! AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GIHIHIHIHIIHIGGLES!"
"...even socks are a tricky fit. You'd think a sock would be a sock, but oh, no! There are so many variations and twists and turns. If you're going to get it right you've got to be precise!"
"GIGGLES! PLEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEASE! GIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHIGGLES!"
"Yes, so many different places to pick and choose from. Even for suppliers you're gonna have to spend..." it was then that the clown interrupted his prattle, cocking his eye as if noticing the boy's shrieks for the first time.
"Say..." asked the clown, as his plump lips curled into a playful smile. "You're not ticklish, are you?"
"YES!" screamed William, his eyes open wide with frantic desperation. "YES! YES! YEEHEHEHEHEHEHES!"
"Well, geez," answered the clown, as his smile broadened. "Why didn'tcha say so!" Gasping in relief as the teasing hands removed themselves from his ribs, William breathed deep as he closed his eyes in silent thanks. He'd not been tickled that badly since the time his cousin caught him peeping while changing into her swimsuit!
Though decades in the past, the man-turned-boy still couldn't believe he'd forgotten that afternoon. The terror of being caught, the helplessness of being pinned between teenaged legs, the playful scolding of that lilting voice and, worst of all, the cruel tenderness of her touch: The gentle tease of wiggling fingers, nimbly tweaking and poking his skin to deliver infinite amounts of unwanted mirth.
"Such a bad boy, peeping in on a girl like that. Do you know what bad boys get? Hmm?
"Bad boys get TICKLED!"
William couldn't remember just how long those teases went on, but he'd never forget the satisfied look on his cousin's face as she looked down from above. Laughing along with the boy's giggling shrieks for mercy, it was clear his cousin was energized by the sense of power his unwanted laughter gave her and, whether she felt he 'deserved' punishment or not, it was clear she enjoyed delivering her gentle torment.
"Mercy?" she mocked, as that long-ago child squirmed mindlessly beneath her fingers. "Mercy for a bad little boy? ...*giggle*... I don't think so!"
Shrieking and giggling, begging for help which never came, William eventually wet himself from the girl's dainty torment that day. Giving silent thanks that he didn't similarly humiliate himself on this occasion, the man-turned boy ceased his ticklish reminiscence and opened his eyes once more.
Seeing the giant's face looming above, the lad was unpleasantly surprised to see a certain familiarity in the clown's glinting eyes. Far from having a look of concern or compassion, the smile upon that white satin face held the same mischievous curl flashed decades ago by his playfully dominant cousin.
"So," asked the clown, as he flirtatiously fluttered his eyes. "Billy's a ticklish little boy, eh?" Chuckling as he watched the naked lad's eyes fly open in panic at his words, the giant pressed his plump red lips together in a mocking pout and began to idly draw one of his pudgy fingers up the lad's left sole.
"Well," purred the clown, as he watched the lad struggle to subdue an involuntary grin. "If there's one thing ol' Giggles loves to do, it's tickling little boys..."
Continuing to pout in mock sympathy, his cartoonishly large red nose bobbing before him, the giant asked "Billy doesn't like to be tickled, does he?"
"N-no," answered the man-turned-boy as he struggled to maintain his composure. "N-no, I don't..."
"Of course he doesn't," pouted the clown, as he continued to tease his satin finger slowly up and down the lad's sole. "What man enjoys being tickled like a little boy, hmm?"
Nodding in agreement, William squirmed awkwardly in the giant's grasp. Trying unsuccessfully to move his foot away from the teasing satin finger, it was clear to the restrained lad that this overly friendly clown was up to no good! Having already shown himself an adept tickler, Giggles was likely looking for an excuse to start again, and William was determined not to give him that opening.
Whatever the simpering clown's plans, the boy dared not show the slightest reaction to his tease. As even the slightest titter or smile might start the torment anew, William didn't dare make a sound!
"Tsk, tsk," pouted the clown, as he continued to idly stroke his finger up and down the squirming lad's sole. "Such a shameful thing it is.
"Billy might be a grown-up man inside this little boy's body, but I'm sure he remembers what it was like to be a ticklish tot..."
Nodding rapidly in agreement as he pinched his lips to dismiss a creeping smile, William tried to focus his senses to ignore the finger teasing at his foot, but his newly de-aged flesh was proving more difficult to control than he would have liked.
"Yes," continued the giant, as his cartoonishly round satin nose bobbed about like a water-filled balloon. "Who could forget those times, eh?
"Babysitters, caretakers, schoolyard bullies, they all knew what to do for a little fun. Goodness! It wasn't even safe to visit family, was it?"
Looking away from the clown's mocking pout, William tried again to dismiss the simper creeping across his lips, but the ticklish sensations at his foot only seemed to grow stronger the harder he worked to stop them.
"Yes, family are always the worst of all!
"Big, strong boys trying to be all grown-up, turned into giggling babies by their mean ol' aunties and uncles. Poor little dears, touched and teased until they laugh themselves silly. I can only imagine how awful it would be..."
Shaking his head again to dismiss a creeping smile, William wasn't sure how much longer he could remain silent. The clown's insistent finger was doing its best to tease a giggle from his lips, and the oblique description of what he had in store for him seemed only to make it worse!
"Tsk, tsk... Mind you, it's never happened to me, but I can imagine what it would be like for a ticklish little boy like you...
"Can you imagine it too, Billy? Being one of those boys? Laughing and giggling while naughty fingers wiggled their way into places they shouldn't be.
"Naughty aunties tickling little ribs,. Naughty uncles piggying little toes. All those naughty fingers tweaking their knees, pinching their nipples, wiggling their underarms, teasing their soles...
"Oh, those poor, helpless little boys! Their soft, sensitive skin touched and stroked and poked and teased wherever those grownups want...
"What little boy likes that?"
Shaking his head from side to side, William tried to deny the clown's words and dismiss the grin growing at his cheeks. Yet, the giant's relentlessly stroking finger was having an undeniably ticklish effect. The lad would frown if he could, but there was no stopping it: William was starting to smile for this demonic monster, and no amount of effort could prevent it!
"Not Billy," continued the clown with a sympathetic pout. "Nuh, uh! Not him! Billy doesn't like to be tickled at all!
"Tsk, tsk... Poor little boy! Sitting with his naked tushie on Uncle Giggles' knee while all those naughty hands wiggled about to measure him...
"Goodness! Those fingers touched Billy everywhere, didn't they?"
Managing a curt nod, William bit his lip fiercely and tried again to squirm his bare foot away from the clown's insistent finger, but there was no moving within the soft clutches of the giant's grasping gloves. He was held fast!
"Yes," continued the giant, as his plump red nose bounced foolishly with another of his agreeing nods. "All those hands, touching and teasing and wiggling their naughty fingers all over this poor little boy...
"Tsk, tsk... and what did little Billy do? He didn't act like a grown-up man at all, did he?
"No, not our Billy! He just wiggled and giggled and laughed and laughed and laughed. All bare to the world, wearing nothing but a smile while silly ol' Giggles measured him up from pretty tip to pretty toe..." Chuckling as he watched the lad try to hide his growing smile in the crook of an upraised arm, the clown teased. "Oh? Is the pretty little boy grinning again?
"Awww... Billy's not trying to hide those beautiful lips from his ol' pal Giggles now, is he?"
Swinging his head to hide in his other arm, William tried to do just that. Though simpering involuntarily, the last thing he wanted to do was give this clown the satisfaction of a reaction to his teasing words and the single, insistent finger which patiently stroked up and down his left sole.
"Y'know," mused the giant, as he smiled ruefully up at the lad. "For a little boy who doesn't like to be tickled, Billy sure smiles a lot!"
Quickly turning his head to hide his face in his other arm, William tried to snap an impolite reply to the clown's conclusion but was disconcerted to hear himself let out a childish giggle instead.
"Yup," pouted the giant, as he flirtatiously blinked his large blue eyes. "Little Billy's far too happy about all this.
"Is he sure he doesn't like being tickled?"
Mustering all of his self control, William turned his face to meet the mocking giant's eyes and forcefully declared his dislike of tickling, the untruth of the clown's statements, and the unwelcome unpleasantness of the gently wiggling finger which insistently teased against his sole.
At least, that's what the man-turned-boy had planned.
Instead, rather than unleashing a torrent of pointed complaints, the moment the lad's face turned to confront the clown, the last of his self-control evaporated, his tight-lipped grin turned into a wide smile, and his angry protests turned into a cascade of tittering laughter which poured forth so childishly that William couldn't help but blush in shame at the sound of it all.
"Oh, yes," continued the clown, as his mocking pout turned into a playful smile. "Ol' Giggles knows the truth.
"Billy boy's just a tease, isn't he? This pretty little flirt says one thing but means another!"
Now laughing openly, William tried to kick away the single finger which continued to stroke at his foot but there was no resisting the hysteric urges it coaxed from his lips. Opening his mouth in another attempt to yell in complaint, another cascade of laughter poured forth instead. As hard as William was trying, why couldn't he speak? Why was he just laughing when he wanted more than anything to hurl abuse at his cheerful tormentor?
"Yes," cooed the clown, as he batted his eyes once more. "Just another flirty tease he is. Such a cheeky boy!
"Oh, sure, little Billy might act as though he doesn't want a tickle. He might even try to run away!
"But we all know what he really wants..." raising another hand to wiggle a second solitary finger at the lad's right sole, the clown smiled wide as he purred. "Billy wants to be caught by a grown-up and tickled and tickled the whole day through, doesn't he?"
Shrieking with laughter as the clown's second finger gingerly stroked down his right sole, William was in no condition to disagree. Though he shook his head to the contrary, desperately wiggled his feet and tried to scream out a torrent of invective at his tormentor, the sensitivity of his newly de-aged body betrayed him completely, with the strokes of the clown's two satin fingers proving more than enough to throw the man-turned-boy into a fit of ticklish giggles.
"Yes, he wants it," pouted the clown, as he raised two more gloved hands up before the lad. "He wants it so bad. He wants it more than anything!
"Silly little Billy will deny it until he's blue in the face, but ol' Giggles knows the truth..." inspecting his newly raised gloves as he daintily pinched thumb and fore-finger together on each, the clown batted his eyes at his captive and purred "...and the truth is, Billy wants to be tickled..."
Again attempting to shout his denial of the giant's words, William could only giggle and laugh as pulled with all his might against the gloved hands which held him fast. Helpless to prevent his body delighting in the monster's tease, the boy could only squirm childishly as the clown slowly turned the two new gloves to point the pair of alternately pinching fingers towards William's bare chest!
"Oh, it's such a sissy little wish, isn't it?
"So very, very silly and childish and sad... How can a big, strong boy like Billy ask a grown-up to play coochie coo games?"
Smiling wide, the clown ignored the boy's vigorously shaking head and soothed, "Well, don't you worry, little boy. Grown-ups like ol' Giggles know the truth without even being told. We know what little boys like Billy are too shy to ask..." Slowly moving his pinching fingers towards the lad's chest, the clown pursed his lips and pouted "...and we'll give Billy just what he wants..."
Helpless to stop the advancing gloves, William shrieked with laughter as the pinching fingers settled upon each of his bare nipples! Alternately tweaking at their targets to the left and the right, the satin fingers pulled gently outwards on each tease as if to pluck forth a distinct laugh with each dainty pinch. Though he frantically squirmed and weaved in his restrained seat upon the clown's thigh, the lad found it impossible to evade the plump fingers as they moved forward to gently pinch again and again at his hopelessly sensitive nipples. Left to laugh childishly through an open-mouthed smile, William bobbed and weaved in hysteria as the pouting clown cooed forth his falsely sympathetic words.
"Oh, I know," soothed the giant, as his plump lips suppressed an amused grin. "I know how embarrassing it is to want those sissy games. To want to laugh from a silly little tickle.
"That's why little Billy would run from his ol' pal Giggles if he could, wouldn't he?"
Shaking his head vigorously from side to side, William tried to yell out how wrong the clown was but, try as he might, the man-turned-boy could only shriek in infantile laughter at the clown's dainty touch.
"Oh, don't be coy," scolded the giant, as he playfully wagged the admonishing finger of a ninth hand in the lad's face. "We all know the truth: Billy would run away as fast as his ticklish little feet could carry him..." Raising a tenth hand up before him, the clown regarded both of the cartoonish gloves now positioned at each side of his face while extending a single finger from each. Nodding in satisfaction as both of the fingers began to slowly wiggle up and down in rhythm before him, the clown left the suspended hands to their finger-wiggling and returned his attention to his laughing captive.
"Oh, yes," continued the giant, as the gentle tickles continued at William's feet and chest. "Little Billy would run as fast as he could from his naughty aunties and uncles, wouldn't he?
"He'd run and he'd run and he'd run from those naughty grownup hands. Naughty aunties and naughty uncles, all chasing little Billy in the hopes they'll be the one to catch him and make his wish come true. That they'll be the one to tickle him!" Grinning devilishly at those words, the clown sent his two latest hands to position their slowly wiggling fingers just beneath the boy's arms.
This latest move sent William into even more of a panic. His eyes squinting with merriment and mouth smiling with helpless titters, the lad tried to speak a simple 'Stop!' but was unable to so much as form the beginnings of a word with his widely smiling mouth. His de-aged flesh betraying him completely, the lad found the giant's hands tickled so perfectly that he was truly paralyzed with laughter and could do nothing more than mindlessly thrash his arms and legs against the gentle grip of the clown's soft gloves.
"Yes," nodded the giant, as he set the wiggling fingers of his ninth and tenth hands moving slowly towards each of the boy's exposed armpits. "They all knew your silly little wish. They knew it all along!
"But little Billy would never admit to his secret to a grownup, would he?
"He'd never admit he wanted to be caught by a tickler..."
Shrieking anew as the new fingers began to gently stroke up and down his bare armpits, William tried again to deny the clown's words with an angry shout but could only squeal in open-mouthed laughter as the plump satin fingers pinched and teased over his body. "No, no!" he wanted to shriek. "Stop! Please stop!" But the only sound which emerged from his lips was laugh after childish laugh as the clown's hands went about their lecherously ticklish task.
"Don't you worry," pouted the giant, as he raised gloves eleven and twelve up to the boy's sides. "Your silly secret's safe with your ol' pal Giggles..." Settling the plump fingers of his two additional hands upon the shrieking lad's ribs, the clown winked atop a conspiratorial smile before cooing "Yup, Uncle Giggles knows how little boys like to keep their sissy habits secret...."
Feeling his senses depart as the fingers of the two new hands began to methodically grope at his naked ribs, William lost the remainder of his self-control and began to squeal hysterically in an open-mouthed gape. Not even attempting to voice words of complaint, the lad was now trying only to retain a shred of sanity in the tickling clown's clutches.
Barely able to breathe from within the torrent of laughter gently coaxed from his skin, William tried to focus on self control and bring his senses back to normal, but it was impossible to ignore the giant's twelve devilish hands:
Four hands clutching at his wrists and ankles, impossibly strong but soft as marshmallow-filled satin as they comfortably shackled him with arms aloft and legs held wide atop his seat on the clown's plump thigh.
Two hands teasing with a single satin finger stroking slowly up and down each bare sole.
Two hands with a pair of plump fingers each pinching bare nipples in an alternating rhythm which set the lad wiggling to and fro as if in a seated bare-bottom dance.
Two hands gently teasing with a single finger beneath each up-raised arm, coaxing laughter with each gentle stroke.
And now, methodically teasing in a ticklish grope up and down each of the lad's bare sides, two more plump satiny hands whose cartoonish gloves poked and prodded in a devilish dance while ensuring the boy remained seated right where the clown wanted him.
And then, perched before William on its long, noodly neck was Giggles' monstrous head: A giant sphere of white satin skin whose plump red lips, round cherry nose and bright blue eyes loomed before the boy as a cheerful reminder of the ridiculousness of this fantastic situation. As that face winked and grinned with every falsely sympathetic statement it purred, the monster's happy calmness contrasted sharply with the wiggling foolishness of the noodly black arms which snaked in the air about them both. An example of effortless control within the silly chaotic childishness he steadily brought to bear, it was clear the demon knew exactly what he was doing and was performing his ticklish task with devilish precision.
Nodding again to send his plump red ball of a nose bouncing in another foolish wiggle, the clown pinched his plump red lips in a grinning pout and cooed "He is, isn't he? Billy's just a silly little sissy who wants to chuckle and titter for his ol' pal Uncle Giggles!"
Laughing his response in an open-mouthed shriek, William was in no position to disagree.
Sending a thirteenth hand up to thoughtfully rub his chin, the clown's mood shifted to thoughtfulness once again as he mused "Hmmm... There's something missing though...
"Little Billy's just not laughing as much as he could be!"
Shrieking his disbelief with another torrent of childish giggles, the hysteric lad was beside himself. How could he possibly laugh more for this monster?
"Is there something else we can tickle today? Hmm?" Moving the latest hand from his chin to quickly tease its fingers at the hysteric boy's neck, the giant asked. "Maybe here? Is this the missing tickle spot?"
Moving the glove's wiggling fingers to tease at an exposed elbow, the monster asked "How about here?"
Sending it downwards to tweak at an exposed knee, the clown asked again "Maybe this spot? Hmm?"
Squealing in giggles with each of the giant's ticklish tweaks, William found this new hand to be the worst of them all. Though already bound in a hysteric web of laughter beneath the clown's myriad hands, this final groping glove proved to be the highlight of the giant's torments.
Helplessly restrained and robbed of even the slightest voice of complaint by the monster's gentle teases, the man-turned-boy was unable to do anything but watch as the wiggling fingers of that gloved hand descended again and again to touch uninvited at the bare skin of his naked body. Though just a single source of tickles in itself, the unwelcomely familiar way in which those plump fingers effortlessly tweaked and teased at William's skin made him feel more a plaything than a prisoner.
With legs and arms spread wide before the clown's smiling face, it was impossible for the lad to retain any dignity as he bounced and bobbed in laughter atop the giant's satin knee. With absolutely nothing left hidden from Giggles' lecherous view, the man-turned-boy had become a toy for this satin giant's amusement, and the only response he was capable of voicing was a continuous stream of infantile, ticklish laughter.
No shouting. No complaining. No protests and no tears. No matter how he truly felt, William was infuriatingly helpless to react in any manner except to childishly smile, laugh and wiggle for his tormentor as if he were having the time of his life!
"Well, what about here?" asked the clown, as he gently pinched under the lad's chin.
"Or here?" he inquired, as a finger teased behind an ear. "Is this the missing tickle spot?"
Bursting with laughter at each of the monster's questions, William was humiliated to find himself reacting in playful amusement with each invasive touch. Giggling louder as if on cue, each new tweak rewarded the clown with an involuntary laugh as the man-turned-boy reacted to the gently pawing grope of those gentle satin fingers.
"Hmm... Maybe little piggies?" asked the giant, as he pinched two fingers to wiggle the lad's left big toe. "Does little Billy have ticklish piggies too?"
Shaking his head from side to side, William tried again to deny the laughter which poured forth, but it was clear the smiling clown was playing the boy's shrieks and titters to perfection.
"Well," purred the clown, as he smiled flirtatiously at his captive. "I think these little piggies want to play!"
Daintily pinching the lad's big toe between two fingers, the clown pursed his lips and cooed. "This little piggy went to the circus..."
Wiggling that toe for a few moments before moving on to the next, the clown batted his eyes innocently and purred "...and this little piggy went to school."
"...this little piggy had cotton candy!
"...and this little piggy had none.
"...and this silly little piggy tried to sneak into the big top tent for free!" Tsking in mock disappointment as he continued to ticklishly wiggle the lad's smallest toe, the clown pursed his lips and cooed "Such a silly little piggy. Everyone has to pay to visit the circus, and do you know how this little piggy paid?"
Shaking his head 'no' while helplessly giggling at the satin monster' antics, William knew what was surely to come next.
"Well," continued the giant, as he teasingly wiggled the lad's smallest toe. "This little piggy was sent to play with the clowns! And when the clowns got their hands on him, this little piggy went 'tee hee hee', all the way to tickle town!"
Ending his foolish rhyme with a pinching skitter of his fingers up and down the lad's bare foot, the clown laughed along with the lad's shrieks before playfully teasing "Oh, that was a good one! Piggies are always fun to play with, but I don't think they're Billy's *most* ticklish spot, eh?
"Hmm," pondered the clown, as he quizzically looked down upon his captive. "HMMMmmm.... Maybe Billy doesn't have a most ticklish spot! Is that what's happening here?"
Unable to communicate beyond gesture in his ticklishly giggling state, William nodded in vigorous agreement in the hopes the monster would cease his exploratory groping, but there seemed to be little hope of that. As the clown's hands continued to tease in their perfect rhythm, the man-turned-boy felt as if he had become a musical instrument for the giant. Not laughing too loud, nor laughing too softly, but continuing his reaction in a gently continuous giggle which amused the monster to no end.
Despite his best efforts, William knew he had become little more than a plaything for this giant. A toy. And he wanted the games to stop!
But would they?
Squealing in giggles as he watched the giant dismiss his agreement with a quiet 'tsk tsk', William squirmed anew in the grip of those satin hands and braced himself for whatever torments the monster had planned next!
"Well, I don't kno-ow..." sang the clown, as he walked two fingers of his roaming hand up the lad's ankle and over his knee. "I don't kno-ow..." Walking the plump fingers up the lad's chest, around his neck and back down to William's other foot, the giant teased "I think Billy is hiding something from his Uncle Gig-gles!"
Opening his free hand wide and sending it creeping up the inside of the man-turned-boy's ankle, the monster cooed "Where is the laughter hi-ding? Who's hiding smiles from his Uncle Gig-gles?"
Feeling the wiggling fingers creep up his inner thigh, William shrieked even louder as he felt the hand ticklishly tease above his knee. His mouth wide in an open-mouthed gape, he tried to shriek a single 'STOP!' to halt the clown's actions but, again, even that word of protest was robbed from him as childish titters poured forth instead.
Bound outstretched as he was by the four giant gloves at his wrists and ankles, it was impossible for William to prevent the lecherous hand from slowly tweaking its way up his thigh. Trying with all his might to at least pull his indecently spread legs closed, the lad succeeded only in bouncing his bare bottom atop the clown's thigh as his feet wiggled playfully in the air before him, much to the amusement of his tormentor.
"Oh, ho!" exclaimed the monster, as he delighted in the lad's obvious distress. "Could this be the spot? Could this be it?" Halting his hand near the top of William's leg, the giant tweaked his satin fingers against the lad's thigh as he exclaimed "I think so!"
Restrained, exposed and involuntarily giggling as if he was having the time of his life, the lad could only watch in helpless humiliation as the fingers of that white satin glove drew closer and closer in a ticklish creep towards his waist!
Watching William thrash about in helpless laughter, the giant lifted his hand from his captive's thigh and playfully waggled his fingers just beneath the lad's most sensitive spot. Laughing merrily as he watched the man-turned-boy fruitlessly attempt to shift his hips away from the approaching fingers, the clown cooed in a sing-song tease "I think we've found Billy's ticklish spot! I think we've found his special tick-le spot!"
Laughing along with the boy in delighted amusement, the clown's face alternated expressions between the 'ha ha ha' of a wide open smile, a flirtatiously playful 'tee hee hee', a wide-eyed circular 'ho ho ho' and all expressions in between. Acting as though he were laughing along with a hilarious joke which the pair shared together, the giant continued to menacingly waggle his fingers beneath the lad's waist, never touching, but teasing with the prospect of tickling this most sensitive of William's spots.
"O ho ho!" laughed the clown, as he lasciviously ogled the lad. "Aren't we having fun?
"Tee hee hee! Such a ticklish time!"
Laughing at the lad's antics as William did his best to pull his waist away from the advancing satin fingers, the giant tittered and smiled and guffawed as he watched his captive attempt to escape the lecherous hand, knowing the exact helplessness the lad felt at the prospect of such an intimate tease.
"O ho ho!" taunted the giant, as he waggled a single finger to playfully bat about the sensitivity between the man-turned-boy's legs. "I should have known a sissy like Billy would be ticklish here. Sissies always are!
"Coochie coochie coo, pretty boy! O ho ho!"
Continuing that single finger-waggle for a few moments more, the clown withdrew his hand with a disappointed sigh and moaned "Oh, if only you were older. Oh, the fun we would have then!" Returning his hand to grope and paw up and down the lad's inner thigh, the clown smiled wide and exclaimed "But we can't tickle there now, can we? Nuh, uh! Not at all!
"That special spot's off limits until Billy's a big boy again!"
Returning to his exaggerated laughter as William squirmed helplessly atop his knee, the clown guffawed and tittered along with the lad's ticklish shrieks, endlessly amused with the way his captive attempted to thrash and squirm his way free of the satin hands which gently gripped at his wrists and ankles.
"O ho ho! But little Billy is as happy as he can be for now. Tickling hands on ticklish spots to tickle and tickle the whole day through!
"O ho ho!
"Laugh, Billy! Laugh for your Uncle Giggles! Tee hee hee! Such a happy sissy. Such a happy ticklish boy..."
Tittering and giggling along with the clown's taunts when he wanted nothing more but to scream his displeasure instead, William struggled and squirmed atop the giant's thigh while the plump red lips of his looming satin face 'ho ho' and 'ha ha'ed along with every ticklish laugh.
"O ho ho! But just because we can't coochie Billy's special spot doesn't mean he'll get bored with his Uncle Giggles. Eh, buddy? Hee hee hee! Oh, no!" Lifting up two more gloved hands with a flourish, the clown wiggled each set of those plump white fingers beside his face for a moment before declaring. "Ol' Giggles has a few tricks up his sleeves yet..."
Sending the pair of satin hands wiggling away upon their black noodly arms, they returned a moment later with each pinching a giant white feather! Teasing both feathers at the corners of his plump red lips, the clown laughed again as if he were tickling himself. "O ho ho! Feathers! What other tickle toys do we have?"
Lifting two more hands up and sending them on their noodly way, they returned again soon after, with each clutching a large pink feather duster in their satiny grip! Teasing the dusters to brush at the crown of his head and beneath his chin, the clown laughed again as if being tickled by his own devilish hands.
"O ho ho! Guys! Guys! Don't tickle ME! Ha ha ha!
"Ol' Billy boy is the one to tickle today!"
Continuing to laugh with an amused 'ho ho!' as the feathers and dusters were playfully waved in the air around him, the giant smiled broadly as he watched his captive wiggle and squeal in wide-eyed distress. What other surprises, the man-turned-boy thought, did this clown have hidden in his playroom?
Watching helplessly as the feather-bearing gloves threateningly wiggled their wares in the air about him, William tried to plead for mercy but was robbed of his voice again and again as titters and giggles emerged from his lips in response to the devilish gloves which stroked and poked his flesh. Try as he might, there was absolutely nothing he could do but childishly laugh beneath those devilish groping hands!
"O ho ho!" chortled the clown. "And we'll have lots of tickles today, won't we, Billy? Lots of tickles and giggles for the pretty tickle boy!
"What should Billy do, eh? What should the little sissy do today?" Watching helplessly as more hands appeared, William shrieked in desperation as he saw playfully coloured signs lifted in the air by the new satin gloves.
'Laugh!' they encouraged.
'Smile!'
'Happy!'
'Fun!'
'Tickle, tickle!'
Waving about as if to command the lad's actions, the signs added another layer of ridiculousness to the plump hands which unstoppably teased at his sensitive flesh. Watching as the floating feathers and dusters began to ticklishly gesture at and upon the waving signs themselves, the man-turned-boy soon found himself unable to tell if those devilish objects were teasing the signs or himself! So confused and confounded was he by the clown's innumerable teasing hands that William could no longer feel a single tickle at his skin: The monster's touch had instead become a continuous ticklish tease which coaxed wave after wave of helplessly infantile giggles from his lips.
"O ho ho!" the clown laughed again, his large 'o' of a mouth fixing Williams' attention with its exaggerated smiles and giggles. "Hee hee hee! Ha ha ha! O ho ho!
"Laugh, buddy! Laugh!
"Laugh for Giggles the Clown! O ho ho! O ho ho!
"Oooooooooooo ho ho ho!"
Shrieking as the giant's roaming hand again groped its way up his inner thigh, William tried to squirm his way away from the unwanted touch of that satin glove, but there was no halting its advance.
"O ho ho! Here comes the tickle glove!"
And now, this hand. Roaming, touching, teasing and tweaking wherever it wished. Stroking its way unchallenged into every nook and crevice it cared to wiggle its devilishly intrusive fingers.
"O ho ho! It's coming for your ticklish spot! It's gonna get you good!"
And now it was creeping its gentle way up his thigh with a promise to distastefully tease between his legs once more...
Lifting his head back to squeal in ticklish frustration, William angrily bounced his bare bottom upon the clown's plump thigh and wiggled his feet and hands about, giving his captor no end of amusement in the process.
"O ho ho! The tickle glove is coming for you! He's gonna goochie you good!"
What was the point in resisting? Why did he even try to squirm away? The clown's hands easily held his wrists and ankles in their marshmallowy grip, and the gentle tickles at his feet, nipples, armpits and ribs were keeping him in a helpless state of constant, tittering giggles.
"O ho ho! Billy's gonna get it now!"
And that hand. That single, groping hand. There was no stopping it, was there?
Feeling the fingers of that satin glove teasing closer and closer to the overly sensitive spot between his legs, William did the only thing he could do: He looked towards the monstrous clown's face, stared straight into its plump lipped ho-ho-hoing 'O' of a mouth, and laughed.
He laughed. He laughed freely. He laughed helplessly. He laughed in open, hysterical abandon to join the chuckles and smiles of his chortling tickle monster master.
"That's it, buddy!" encouraged the clown, as he groped his satin glove at the lad's inner thigh. "That's it! Let it all out like a good boy.
"O ho ho! Laugh! Laugh!
"Laugh for your silly Uncle Giggles!"
Surrendering to the hysteria, William's eyes darted about in response to the giant's touch. From the hands which gripped his wrists and ankles, to the gloves teasing his soles, to the plump satin fingers which gently pinched his nipples, to the pointing digits which slowly wagged beneath his arms, to the playfully worded signs which waved about in ticklish encouragement, to the feathers and dusters which wiggled and teased about those brightly coloured words and then, finally, to the menacingly friendly face of the clown himself. The giant monster whose methodical teases had slowly but surely reduced the lad to tittering ticklish obedience.
"O ho ho! O ho ho! What do you think of that, Billy boy?
"The fun's just getting started, pal! THE FUN'S JUST GETTING STARTED!"
Seeing countless noodly arms wiggle and wend their way behind the colourful show of signs and feathers before him, William felt his conscious mind recede into the background and depart his thoughts completely. Unable even to reason as to what those additional arms might have in store for him, the lad had become aware only of the tickles and teases and dancing show of signs and hands and feathers which bounced about before him in playful encouragement.
William only lived in the moment, now. There was nothing but those hands, those feathers, and their relentlessly gentle touch. Those hands, those feathers, and their master: Giggles the Clown. The smiling, friendly, plump-lipped monster whose loving touch had turned his naked captive into a ticklish plaything. A toy.
A toy for the amusement of his tickle monster master.
"O ho ho!"
(to be continued..?)