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Robert's Reformation
Robert's Reformation
Chapter 6
Later that afternoon, as he played alone in his room with a set of building blocks, Robert began to wonder about his previous plans for escape. “Could it be done?” he wondered. “Can I actually get away from this damn place?” Remembering that there was a force field of some sort surrounding the immediate area, Robert determined that his only hope for escape was if there was some way of tunneling beneath it. Looking out the window, the lad noticed that birds, gophers and squirrels were able to pass overhead and beneath of the yard, so if there WAS a force field (and the witch wasn’t lying) then perhaps he COULD tunnel beneath it.
All he would have to do is get outside, and that shouldn’t be too hard – all he had to do was find a way to reach the lock near the top of the front door, and a chair from the living room should do for that! Deciding that the longer he waited the worse his chances for escape would be, Robert decided to disobey his babysitter’s wish for him to remain in his room and headed downstairs towards the possibility of freedom.
Quickly making his way towards the front door, the young man stopped in the dining room to fetch a chair to serve as a ladder. Awkwardly lifting the large seat with his child-sized hands, Robert turned about and silently scurried towards the front door. Clumsily leaning the chair up against the wall, he quickly climbed upon it and reached, tip-toe, to the deadbolt lock which kept him from the outdoors and freedom.
“Ahem”, he heard from behind.
“Uh, oh”
“Uh, oh, is right, young man!” Turning around to see an angry Martha Johnston behind him, Robert gulped and tried to dream up a quick excuse for what he was doing.
“I-I-I-I-“ he stammered. “I-I just wanted to look out the front window!”
Shaking her head, the matron sighed “And a liar, too. Such a shame. I thought you’d learned your lesson by now.
“Robbie, we both know you were trying to reach for the lock, now why not be honest and admit it to me, hmm? The punishment will just be worse otherwise...”
Biting his lower lip and staring at his toes, the lad couldn’t bring himself to speak aloud the truth. He wanted AWAY from her.
“Young man, I told you to stay upstairs and play in your room. You know I don’t tolerate disobedience in this household!”
Nervously stuttering, Robert asked “W-w-w-w-what’re’ya gonna do?”
Staring down over crossed arms, the matron said “I’m going to see that you get the punishment I warned you about before, that’s what I’m going to do!” Reaching down to firmly grasp the young man’s hand, Mrs. Johnston started to march back down the hall, dragging the worried lad behind her.
“N-n-n-no!” he squealed. “Don’t spank me!!!”
“Oh, I’m not going to spank you,” cooed the babysitter, as she opened the door to the basement. “Remember what I said happens to naughty little boys in this household?”
“
“Oh, no, little one. I’m too busy to play a friendly game of ‘tickle’ today.” Walking through the large, finished basement, the witch pulled the lad down three more sets of staircases and began to walk down an impossibly long hallway. Pausing to rest her hand on a particular doorknob, the matron turned and cooed “Remember, Robbie: Naughty little boys in Mummy’s house get sent to play with the Tickle Monster!” Opening the door before her, Mrs. Johnston firmly slapped Robert’s bottom to propel him into the unseen room and spun him about to face her.
“Don’t worry, little one, you’re perfectly safe here. This is a magical summoning room I’ve made for just this purpose, and I’ve been friends with the residents for a very, very long time. Once I close this door, you’ll be in another dimension and in the care of other babysitters for a while.” Looking up at the witch’s stern expression, Robert gulped in apprehension. Whatever he was in for, he knew it wasn’t going to be good.
“Your body can’t be hurt here, sweetie. You won’t get hungry and time won’t pass at all in the outside world.
“You can run about and play as much as you want, just make sure you spend your time here thinking about how naughty you’ve been and how good you’ll be in the future.” Closing the door between them, the matron looked over the lad’s shoulder, smiled and sang “I’ll be back for you later, sweetie. You two have fun!” as the door closed between them with a firm, locking click, Robert wondered about that last statement. “You... two?” Hearing a giggle from behind, the young man slowly turned about to see who might have been left in this giant playroom with him.
“Hello Robbie,” purred the figure standing before him. “I’m pleased to finally meet you! Your nana Martha has told me so much about you.
“Oooooh!” She said, excitedly. “We’re going to have so much FUN together, I’m sure of it!”
Backing against the door, Robert was dumbfounded. If not for seeing the other magic his witch-babysitter was capable of, the young man wouldn’t have believed what he was seeing now. A scant 20 feet away stood a ridiculous looking, six-armed caricature of a human being fully three-times his height. Dancing about on two large, pudgy feet clad in white socks and black cotton mary jane shoes, the beast was as plump as she was jolly, with a ridiculously large bosom jiggling with each of her giggling steps. Her muscular arms and legs plumping gently against a full-body purple leotard, the monster gave an overall impression of rounded softness that just yearned to be hugged.
Wearing white cotton gloves to cover the four fingers of her six, wiggling hands, the only visible part of the giant's pink satin skin was her smiling face and the deep cleavage of her leotard’s sweetheart neckline. Blowing a kiss from her plump, ruby-red lips, the giant giggled again and danced about in child-like excitement. Looking for all the world like a soft pink satin doll, her blue eyes twinkled with cat-like anticipation as they roamed lecherously over young Robert, her cornered mouse.
“W-who are you?” asked the bewildered lad.
“Oh, you can call me whatever you’d like, little boy. Some call me Nana, others call me Auntie, and one naughty boy called me by a nasty name for a while … *giggle* … until he learned better, that is.” Flexing her arms and wiggling her fingers, the giant tittered again and purred “But most of Martha’s naughty children already know me by another name when they stop by to play.
“They call me The Tickle Monster!”
“N-no...” muttered Robert, as he backed away from the door. “N-no... You can’t be... Monsters aren’t real!!”
Slowly pacing forward on her soft, pudgy feet, the giant cooed “Of course we’re real, Robbie. Just as real as friendly witches who can turn naughty young men back into playful little boys.” Sternly resting four hands on her hips while gingerly hugging two about her lycra-clad breasts, the monster sensually wiggled her abundant cleavage and purred “Now, sweetie, do you want to come to Mummy and play ‘tickle’ right away, or would you like a little game of chase first?”
Staring in horror at the wiggling fingers on each of the giant’s six hands, unable to imagine how much worse six hands worth of fingers would tickle than Mrs. Johnston’s two, Robert couldn’t bring himself to answer: He just turned and ran.
“Oh, goody!” squealed the monster in childish delight. “I just love to play chase!” Plodding slowly after the fleeing man-turned-boy, the giant cooed “Run all you want, silly boy. I know every bit of Martha’s playroom by heart. You won’t be able to hide from me!”
Looking about desperately for a place to escape, Robert feared that the monster was right. Decorated like a giant infantile nursery, the soft pastels of the furniture and pink satin walls of this magical place just made his dark shorts and t-shirt stand out even more. Unexpectedly seeing a giant black-slippered foot step out from the hallway before him, the lad screeched to a halt and quickly turned to run in the other direction.
“Oh, fiddlesticks! I almost had you there... *giggle* ... Still want to play chase, do you?
“Well, you can’t run forever my little treasure. And when you stop, ... *giggle* ... The Tickle Monster’s gonna getcha!”
Turning left and then right in a panicked run, the young man was growing desperate. There HAD to be an escape! There HAD to be a way out! Overcome by the ridiculousness of the situation, Robert wasn't sure whether he should cry or laugh out loud. Here he was: A grown man trapped in a plush child's playroom, running for all he was worth from the cloying affection of a giant, six-armed satin doll! Who would believe it?
"Oh, my!" lecherously cooed the creature from behind. "Will you look at that wiggly little bum! ... *giggle* ... How can Martha keep her hands off it?"
Not even pausing to look back at the source of the remark, the young man ran as fast as he could to get away from the taunting voice. Finding himself back in the original entry-way room where he began his flight, Robert quickly tried the door again, found it locked, and turned to run out a different exit. Cursing at how helpless he felt, the lad wondered at how long he could survive this hopeless game of cat-and-mouse. As he turned to run around a corner, Robert learned only too late that the game was already over: crouched before him was the Tickle Monster! Her arms open wide in an inviting hug, lips puckered in a mocking kiss and satin bosom jiggling in ridiculous merriment, it was as if she had stepped from some bizarre, infantilizing cartoon!
“Come to Mama”, sang the giant, as the young man rushed towards her. Unable to stop his forward motion, Robert crashed headlong into the monster’s cushiony breasts and quickly found his face muffled in the deep, satin pillow cleavage by his captor’s gently hugging arms.
“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrph!” squealed the muffled young man as the giant caressed him in her embrace “Mrrr Mrr Mrrrphphph!!!” Feeling as if he’d just been enveloped by a giant satin blanket, Robert kicked his bare feet helplessly as he felt himself lifted from the floor.
“Oh, that was so much fun!” giggled the creature, as she affectionately patted the young man’s bottom. “Maybe if you’re a good little boy, we can play chase again later.” Slowly striding from the room, the tickle monster adjusted her grip to cradle Robert in a comfortable hug . Walking towards a nearby monster-sized chair, the giant continued to gently spank the struggling lad’s bottom while playfully scolding her captive.
“Oh, you naughty boy, Bobby... *giggle* ... You naughty little boy! Don’t squirm. Mummy has you snuggly tight! You can’t get away from her now! ... *giggle*
“Ooooooh, you shouldn’t have run from The Tickle Monster. No, you shouldn’t ... *giggle* ... Mummy’s going to have to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget! ... *giggle*“
“No, please,” begged Robert, as he struggled in the monster’s soft embrace, “please don’t tickle me!
“I’ll do anything Mrs. Johnson says from now on, I promise! I’ll stay in my room whenever she asks and will always, ALWAYS behave.” Looking fearfully at the gloved hands which held him fast, the young man continued his begging still more desperately. “You really don’t need to tickle me, Mrs. Tickle Monster. I know I was a bad boy and I promise never, ever, ever again to be - *mrrrph*!” His pleas silenced by a large, gloved hand, Robert knew he was done for.
Taking a seat in a pink and blue overstuffed chair, the monster snuggled the boy into a seated position in her lap. “Of course I’m going to tickle you, Bobby. It’s what you want ... *giggle* ... all little boys do ... and I’m going to give you the best coochie you’ve ever had just to teach you what happens when little boys lose in a game of chase...”
Gently gripping the young man’s wrists in two soft hands, the monster lifted Robert’s arms over his head and, with two other gloves, firmly grasped the lad’s ankles and straightened his legs out on her lap. With his back now snug against the monster’s soft, spandex covered tummy, Robert’s head comfortably nestled between his captor’s ample breasts as she removed her gently muffling hand from his lips.
Pulling frantically against the four strong hands which held him fast, the young man squirmed helplessly about as he tried to back away from the two white-gloved hands which menacingly wiggled their fingers before him.
“Now,” pondered the tickle monster, “I wonder where this little boy’s the most ticklish, hmmm?” as the wiggling fingers approached his chest, the giant continued her taunting. “Maybe it’s his widdle tummy, hmm? Do you think so?“ Ignoring the Robert’s desperate pleas for mercy, the monster expertly rolled up the lad’s shirt and pulled it up and over his head.
“No, please Mrs. Tickle Monster! Please! I’ll be good, I promise!”
Giggling in amusement at her captive’s obvious distress, the giant cooed “Oh, yes, Bobby. You WILL be good ... *giggle* ...
"But for now you’re my naughty little boy, and naughty little boys simply *must* be punished! ... coochie, coochie coooooooo!” Responding to their mistress’s command, the gloved hands descended upon her prey.
As soon as the practiced fingers touched down upon the young man’s tummy, Robert found himself giggling like a child. Gently touching and teasing all over his mid-section, the tickle monster continued her taunts. “Oooooh, he is a ticklish little boy, isn’t he? Hmm? ... *giggle* ... Giggle some more for Mummy you gitsee widdle baby ... Coochie coooooooooooooooooo...”
“Hehehehehehehehehahahahahaahahahaaa” tittered Robert, helpless under the caressing touch. Tickled and tickled in the monster’s snuggling embrace, the lad wiggled about on the giant’s lap in a hopeless attempt to escape as the tickle monster began to vary her tease.
“Oooooh, still trying to get away, hmmm? Well, I’ll teach you! ... *giggle* ... I think those little ribs just might need some coochies too!”
“No! Nooohohohohohohohohh!!! Not my ribs ahahahahahahahahaha!”
“Oh, yes, widdle boy. Time to coochie your widdle wiggly wibs!” Lifting her hands for a few moment’s break, the magical creature taunted the boy with anticipation. “How many do you have, hmm? How many? ... *giggle* ... Should Mummy count them for you, Bobby? Hmm? Should she?”
“No, Mrs. Tickle Monster, please, PLEASE don’t tickle my ribs too!”
“*giggle* ... Well, SOMEONE needs to count them, and it looks like it will have to be me again... *giggle* ... Oh, you naughty widdle baby, Bobby, do I have to do everything for you? ... Gitsee, gitsee ...” Gently settling her gloved fingers on the boy’s ribs, the monster began her wiggling count.
“Oooooooooone wiggly widdle wib... twoooooooooooo widdle wiggly wibs ... threeeeeeeee widdle wiggly wibs ...”
Squirming in hysterics, the boy couldn’t hope to escape the giant's attack. Surrounded on all sides by the soft, plump spandex of the monster’s purple leotard, Robert was snuggled into confinement as he giggled helplessly beneath her touch.
“NO! NOOOOOoo!
Continuing her tickle, the monster cooed “foooooooour wiggly widdle wibs ... fiiiiiiiiiive wiggly wibs ... "
Laughing in forced merriment Robert continue to shout his pleas “Help! Hehehehelp! Mrs. Johnston PLEEheeheeheease!!!
“I’ve learned my lesson! I’ll be good! Pleeheeheeheease SAVE meeheeheehee!!!
“HEHEHEHELP!!!”
"Oh! " Stopping her teases for a moment, the monster looked confused. "Oh! ... *giggle* ... You naughty boy, Bobby! Your little piggy squeals made me lose my place!
“HELP! HELP! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLL - *MRRRPH*!” halting her captive’s cries with a gently muffling hand, the monster soothed “Silly boy! No one can hear you in my playroom... *giggle*... no one’s coming to save you."
Casually unbuttoning the young man’s pants, the monster continued her soothing patter “My ticklish munchkin can yell and beg and squeal all he wants. He’ll never grow hoarse and never run out of breath.
“*giggle* ... The coochiemonster won’t let nasty things like that get in the way of a good tickle!” Squirming about in a hopeless attempt to keep his remaining clothes from being removed, Robert wondered if he might ever find himself free of this creature’s gloved hands.
Wagging a reproving finger before the lad’s face, the giant scolded “You've been a very naughty boy Bobby, and mummy Martha won’t come for you for a long, long time yet. "
"Mrrph?" whimpered the young man, as the rest of his clothes were expertly whisked away.
"Oh yes, sweetie, she'll come for you eventually," cooed the giant, as her free hands lecherously caressed Robert's exposed skin. "But for now... *giggle* ... you're all mine!"
Removing her muffling hand to tease at the lad's belly, the monster chortled, “Now, where were we?
“Oh, yes! ... *giggle* ... Counting!” Pausing to blow a kiss to her squirming captive, the tickle monster gently arrayed her fingers once more about the young man’s chest and began to teasingly coo “Ooooooooooone wiggly widdle wib ... twooooooo widdle wiggly wibs ...”
"Gaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha..." laughed the man-turned-boy as the gloved hands began a gentle dance along his chest. "No! No! Naaaaaaahahahahaha..." thrashing about in ticklish panic, Robert squealed as the creature groped him in a perfect tease.
Desperately pulling his arms and legs against the four gloved hands which shackled him tight, the young man’s naked bottom bounced about the soft, purple spandex of the giant’s lap as he squirmed to avoid the fingers which devilishly tickled his sensitive flesh.
"No, sweetie," purred his captor. “There’s no escape from the Tickle Monster.
“Not for naughty little boys like you! ... *giggle* ... No there isn’t!”
Feeling his tormentor’s satin breasts jiggle as she tittered in amusement, Robert pulled with all his might against her four softly shackling gloves one last, hopeless time before finally ceasing his struggles and falling back against the monster’s cushiony purple leotard in hysteric, giggling surrender.
“Giving up so soon?” pouted the giant in mock disappointment. Ticklishly wiggling her fingers in the lad’s exposed armpits, the devilish beast trilled “But we’ve only just begun!”
Presented with this new ticklish torment, Robert leapt back into action. Shrieking with laughter as he bounced back and forth on his tickling mistress’s lap, the young man begged for mercy that he knew would never come.
“That’s better” cooed the satisfied tease. “The Tickle Monster *loves* bouncing little bottoms!
“Be a good boy and dance for Mummy ... *giggle* ... Dance all the naughtiness out of that ticklish little bum!”
Laughing his response to the giant’s command, Robert blew down at the gloves teasing at his armpits in a pathetically hopeless attempt to push the fingers away from his ticklish skin.
“Oh, isn’t that adorable!” squealed the monster, as she delightedly appraised the boy’s efforts. “Blowing kisses to Mummy’s gloves ... *giggle* ... You are the *cutest* little munchkin I’ve ever had to coochie!”
Leaving one hand to devilishly grope about Robert’s naked knees, belly and thighs, the tickle monster once more admonishingly wagged a finger before the young man’s face. “But you’re also the *naughtiest* little boy I’ve ever had in my coochie clutches!
“Naughty, naughty, little Bobby” scolded the giant, as she gently squeezed her bosom to cushion the lad’s face before her wagging finger. “Such a naughty little boy!”
Squirming in his spandex prison, Robert begged “Plehehehease, Mrs. Tickle Monster! Please, please, PLEheheeheASE let me go!
“I promise I’ll be good! I do! Please! No more tickles!!! Pleeheheeeheheease!!!”
Giggling in delight at the young man’s distress, the giant condescendingly wiggled a finger under her captive’s chin and cooed, “Please more tickles? My ticklish little boy wants more tickles? ... *giggle* ... But of course!”
Flexing her gloved fingers once more before continuing to daintily grope about Robert’s naked chest, the monster purred, “But if my ticklish little munchkin can still *ask* for his coochies, he’s surely not being tickled enough!
“Such a chatterbox! ... *giggle* ... No more talk out of you!” Carefully directing each finger to ticklishly caress with each of their torturous wiggles, the monster’s bosom jiggled in abundant delight as she cooed “Be a good boy now and laugh for the Tickle Monster!
“Show her what happens to naughty little boys who disobey Mummy Martha...”
Squealing in laughter, Robert soon found himself unable to even form words amid his ticklish hysteria. Squirming helplessly in the monster’s lap, the young man’s world had been reduced to his captor’s infernally teasing voice, the shackling gloves and monstrous bosom which snuggled him tight, and the tickles. Her tickles. The perfect, devilishly precise tickles which teased wave after wave of helpless laughter from his nakedly exposed skin.
“Coochie coo!” sang the monster as her fingers danced up and down Robert’s naked chest. “Ghiri, ghiri, ghiri! ... *giggle* ... Aren’t we having fun?
“Tickle tickle! ... *giggle* ... So much FUN! ... *giggle* ... Kitchie kitchie! ... *giggle* ... fun Fun FUN!!
“Gootchie, gootchie, gooo!! Is my widdle baby having FUN?”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooohohohohOHOHohohohoHOHO!!!!” shrieked the hysteric young man as he desperately tried to squirm out of the sadistic tickler’s lap.
“No?” asked the giant in mock surprise. “No? ... *giggle* ...
“No fun? ... *giggle* ... Po widdle ba ba na na ha va FUN?” Continuing her torturously perfect tickles throughout her questioning, it was clear the bosomy beast did not care to hear Robert’s answer. “Awwwww ... *giggle* ... biddy boy ha va no fun wit da mean ‘ol coochiemonster?”
Shrieking his hysteric answer, the young man’s ticklish laughter was exceeded only by his humiliated frustration. He bounced left. He bounced right. He bounced up and down on the monster’s plump thighs for all he was worth but there was no escaping the matronly giant’s lecherous grope.
“Well, *I’m* having fun... *giggle* ... I just *love* tickling little boys!
“And you’re SO ticklish! Aren’t you? Hmm? Aren’t you? ... *giggle* ... Aren’t you?
“Coochie, coochie, cooooooooo!”
Robert laughed. He pulled. He squirmed. He bounced. He begged. All to no avail. Firmly gripped by the giant’s gloved hands, the proud young man had been reduced to this: A hysterically babbling tickle toy nakedly bouncing and giggling for a bosomy monster’s amusement.
There was no escape for Robert. No relief. No surrender. No end. Only tickles. Her tickles.
There was only The Tickle Monster.