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Robert's Reformation
Robert's Reformation
Chapter 7
Robert wasn’t sure when the monster’s infernal teasing finally stopped. Whether it was minutes, hours or even days he had spent bouncing hysterically about on those muscular, spandex-covered thighs, he would never know. After all, in this bizarre, magical playroom, he could laugh forever without losing breath or growing hoarse. Not even for a moment would his six-armed captor’s insatiable desire for ticklish laughter be denied.
As awareness of his surroundings slowly returned, Robert noticed that the monster had risen from her seat and was now carrying the young man, cradled naked in her arms, away from the door through which he had entered her domain. Comfortably snuggled against the giant’s plump bosom, Robert was embarrassed to discover he was still childishly giggling in a reflexive reminder of his ticklish trial. Though the muscular arms now comfortably caressed his naked form, the young man couldn’t help but giggle playfully as the monster snuggled him close.
“Oh, yes!” cooed the spandex-clad matron as she gazed down upon her charge. “He’s a ticklish one, isn’t he? A giggly widdle pookykins!” Sending a single gloved hand to gingerly wiggle a finger against the young man’s belly, the giant tittered in amusement as Robert ticklishly squirmed in her snuggling embrace.
Some time later, after so many pacing twists and turns that Robert resigned himself lost in the monster’s maze-like playroom, the giant finally stopped and rested upon her knees before a large, pink satin tuffet. Gingerly laying the young man down on the comfortably warm cushion before her, the monster gently gripped a gloved hand around each of the lad’s wrists and ankles to firmly restrain him in a helpless spread-eagle beneath her gaze.
With his head gently cradled in the satin cushion’s folds, Robert apprehensively gazed at the creature looming above him. Kneeling as she was with her six muscular arms arrayed about him, the leotard-clad giant could easily be mistaken for a bosomy purple spider, greedily surveying a fly ensnared in her pink satin web.
“Oh, so pretty!” cooed the monster, as her two free hands covetously fluttered their fingers about the restrained lad. “So very, very pretty...”
Squirming against the gloves which held him fast, Robert pulled his arms and legs with all his might but, as before, found that he might as well have been shackled with steel! Soft and gentle though the giant’s hands were, not even his strongest kick could budge the satin-soft restraints.
“Poor baby!” purred his captor, as she boastfully flexed her muscular arms. “Too wimpy to get away from a girl, hmm?” Not about to dignify the giant’s taunt with a response, Robert grimaced and pulled angrily at the monster’s restraining hands.
“Goodness me! You’re such a weak little boy... *giggle* ... I think you’re the weakest little sissy I’ve ever met!” Tittering mockingly as she gazed down at her captive, the monster continued her taunts.
“Such a sissy... *giggle* ... Why, he squealed like a little girl when he ran into Nana’s booby trap!” Wiggling her ample bosom overhead as a reminder, Robert blushed as he recalled running head-long into that snuggling snare. Fixated on the gently swaying globes, the lad marveled at how such lovingly cuddling softness could deliver him into the clutches of such a cruelly sadistic tickler.
“Poor boy! ... *giggle* ... So weak... So helpless...” moving her free arms up to the lad’s restrained wrists, the maternal beast pointed a single gloved finger on each hand and rested the gentle digits just below the young man’s restrained wrists. Breaking his gaze from the giant’s jiggling cleavage, Robert glanced at each of his captor’s poised fingers before gazing up into her mischievously twinkling blue eyes.
“Goodness, Bobby! You’re such a skinny little boy... *giggle* ... There’s hardly any place for the tickles to hide!” Slowly drawing her gloved fingers down each of Robert’s arms, the monster smiled devilishly and cooed “Let’s hear another little sissy squeal, hmm?”
Infuriated by his captor’s taunts, the young man held his lips firmly shut. This time, he was determined to stifle his laughter, no matter what the monster did.
If he could somehow ward off the tickles, maybe the giant would grow bored and leave him alone? It was worth a try! Cooperative submission was hardly an option: The young man had already learned that the Tickle Monster would only demand more forced mirth once the laughter began.
“Such spindly little arms and cute little elbows!” Pausing to teasingly play at the young man’s joints, the monster tittered at Robert’s embarrassed squirm as he tried to fend off the tickle being coaxed from his sensitive skin. “Poor boy,” pouted the condescending matron as her fingers gingerly circled Robert’s elbows. “Poor, helpless, pretty little boy...”
Continuing to narrate her fingers’ path, the giant giggled once more as the gentle gloves approached their next destination. “Oh, and such pretty little armpits!” Tittering in amusement as the young man bit his lip to stifle a smile, the monster slowly wiggled her fingers up and down, up and down, up and down within the sensitive hollows.
“Aren’t there any tickles hiding in here?” teased the giant as she gingerly wiggled her fingers beneath the boy’s arms. “Not a single tickle? Not even a smile? ... *giggle*
“Not a single, itty-bitty widdle grin?”
Clenching his teeth in determination, Robert started into the monster’s twinkling eyes with as much anger as he could muster. He would NOT laugh for this bully’s amusement.
Laughing at the young man’s rebellious antics, the giant playfully blew her captive a kiss and fluttered her fingers downwards. “Goodness! I simply don’t know where those tickles could be hiding!”
Suddenly, the monster pulled her hands back as if shocked.
“Oh, my!” Gasping in surprise, the giant raised her two hands to her lips. “Oh, my goodness! My gracious me!
“Will you just look at that tummy!”
Glancing down to find the source of the giant’s distress, Robert couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
Recovering from her shock, the monster’s hands fluttered away from her smiling lips and back down to the young man’s chest. “Why, those little ribs are sticking out of your poor widdle tummy like picket fences!
“Martha must have been simply starving the poor baby before she sent him Nana’s playroom!” Lifting a gloved hand to playfully pinch the young man’s cheek, the monster scolded in a mock-Slavic accent “Vee must to fatten you oop!”
Shaking his head to wave off the pinching fingers, Robert returned to resolutely staring upwards as the single fingers of the giant’s gloves returned to slowly tracing their way up and down his sides.
“Oh, my!” exclaimed the monster. “Oh, MY!
“So skinny! So very, very skinny!
Stifling a giggle between clenched lips, Robert tried to ignore the fingers which slowly wiggled their way between his ribs.
“Such a skinny little boy...” Tittering in delight at her discovery, the monster cooed “Well, you know what they say about skinny little boys, don’t you?
“Hmm? Don’t you?”
Shaking his head as much to ward off childish giggles as to answer his captor, Robert squirmed in frustration as he felt the edges of his lips inevitably drawing upwards.
“Well,” cooed the monster, as she giggled at the young man’s reaction. “They say that skinny little boys are the most...
“Ticklish!
*giggle* ... You’re not ticklish, are you?”
Furiously shaking his head yet again, Robert tried with all his will to deny his sensitive helplessness beneath the matron’s tender touch.
“Not ticklish?” teased the giant, as her fingers slowly drew their way up the young man’s sides. “Not even a teensy, weensy widdle bit tickwish?” Emphasizing each word with a gentle tweak of her fingers, the monster smiled broadly as she watched Robert stifle his giggles beneath a tightly drawn smile.
“Not tickwish? Not tickwish at all? Not even a widdle, bitty, baby bit tickwish?”
Furiously shaking his head in another lying denial, the young man was determined to win this battle of wills. He was NOT ticklish today!
“Well, that’s a lucky thing for you! ... *giggle* ... I can’t imagine how awful being a ticklish little boy would be.
“Particularly one in the clutches of an honest to goodness, real life, big mean ol’ bullying Tickle Monster!” Jiggling her ample bosom as she laughed at the thought, the matronly giant tittered in amusement as she pleasantly massaged her gloves about the young man’s chest.
“Oh, so yummy! ... *giggle* ... Goodness, the things a Tickle Monster might do to such a deliciously skinny little boy.
“Mmmmmmm,” purred the lecherous tease as she stroked the young man’s waist. “Especially one with a tummy as teeny, tiny as yours!
“Oh, It’s sooooo deliciously soft, too! If only it were ticklish...” Lifting her fingers to puzzle quizzically at her lips, the beast paused for a moment in thought “I wonder... how could a skinny little boy like you NOT be ticklish?
“I just have to be wrong! I can’t believe I mis-judged your tummy...”
Reaching one of her hands down beside the cushion bed, Robert’s captor giggled playfully as she drew back a bizarre pink and blue strip of fabric fringed with pink fluff. “Well, this measuring tape will tell us for sure!”
Holding the band out between her free hands, the monster smiled as she moved to wrap the fabric about the young man’s waist. Squirming uncomfortably as the tape was moved around his naked tummy, Robert noticed that the blue band was decorated with dozens of bright yellow smiley faces. As the pink fluff moved about his exposed belly, it was clear that this was simply another of the monster’s ticklish tricks!
“Let’s see...” mumbled the giant, as she gently rubbed the fabric around Robert’s belly. “Three... Four... Five...” Biting his lip yet again to ward off the smile pulling at his cheeks, the young man stared straight upward and tried to think of anything but the ticklish pink fluff wiggling at his waist.
“Thirteen... Fourteen... Fifteen...” halting with a clumsily staged gasp of mock surprise, the matron declared “Goodness me! Your tummy is a full sixteen giggles around!”
Her eyes open and lips parted in poorly-acted awe, the matron whispered “I don’t think I’ve ever met a boy with a sixteen-giggle tummy. Let alone one who wasn’t ticklish!” Staring intently at the measuring tape as she wriggled it about, the giant continued. “I just don’t understand it... A boy with a sixteen-giggle tummy would be positively squealing with tickles if I tried to measure him like this...”
Clenching his teeth as hard as he could, Robert hoped against hope that the monster wouldn’t notice his barely contained laughter. “Please!” he thought. “Oh, please, please, PLEASE take that thing away!” Squirming uncomfortably as the doting matron adjusted the pink and blue tape to repeatedly check and re-check her measurements, the young man held his breath and struggled for all he was worth to keep from bursting with ticklish laughter. If his hands were free, he’d shove that measuring tape away in an instant but, held down as he was by the giant’s satiny grip, all the lad could do was wait and watch as the tickly fabric was repeatedly drawn back and forth around his belly.
Endless minutes later, the matron finally lifted the tape from Robert’s waist and dropped it beside the cushion.
“I don’t believe it!” said the giant, as she slowly shook her head from side to side in horribly stage-acted bewilderment. “A boy with a tummy a full sixteen giggles around has never been measured before! I simply MUST tell the girls about this later...”
Once more pointing a single finger on each of her two free hands, the monster returned to gently twirling her gloves about the young man’s chest. Though it was still a struggle to resist the giggles such a ticklish touch produced, Robert found it a breeze in comparison to the teases of the monster’s devilish measuring tape!
“Goodness me,” cooed the giant, as she resumed her stroking tease. “I still can’t believe how deliciously skinny you are... *giggle*
“I can feel each and every one of your pretty little ribs!” teasing for a few minutes more, the monster gradually drew her gloves down to Robert’s waist and led her pointing fingers to gingerly trace around the young man’s hips. Once more gulping in breath at an attempt to avoid a shriek of ticklish laughter, Robert steeled himself for another round of deviously gentle touch.
Smiling knowingly, the monster purred “Could the tickles be hiding here? Hmm?”
Tittering as the young man once more shook his head “No!”, the giant cooed “Well, I know the tickles have to be hiding somewhere.
“No boy with a sixteen-giggle tummy can keep his tickles hidden forever... *giggle* ... Not even a stubborn little munchkin like you!” grinning devilishly down at her captive, the matron teasingly jiggled her bosom and purred. “Why not be a good little boy and let the tickles out for the coochiemonster, hmm?
“We both know you want to...“
Tracing her fingers inside the young man’s thighs, the giant’s gloves twirled about to rest on Robert’s knees. “Could the tickles be hiding here? Hmm?
“Could the tickles be hiding in your silly little knees?” Slowly twirling her fingers round and round the ticklish bumps, Robert again clenched his lips and furiously shook his head. He was NOT ticklish today!
“No giggles in his knees? Not even a teeny, tiny, tickwish one?” as the monster gently tweaked above and below the young man’s kneecaps, the lad took and held a deep breath as he felt the corners of his mouth once again start to creep up in response to the matron’s ticklish touch.
Continuing her gentle pinches for a minute more, Robert sighed in silent relief as the giant stopped her kneecap tease and resumed slowly drawing her fingers down the young man’s spread legs.
“My goodness,” pouted the monster, as she teased her fingers just above the lad’s restrained ankles. “I’ve looked simply everywhere on this little boy and there’s not a tickle to be found! Not so much as a giggly little grin!
“I guess you’re not ticklish after all!”
Could he have done it, wondered Robert? Could his trick have actually worked?
“Such a shame,” sighed the wistful monster as she gently massaged her gloves about the young man’s chest. “Who would have thought such a skinny little boy wouldn’t be ticklish?
“I guess you were faking your giggles before, hmm? Faking it all just to trick me...*sigh*” Affectionately patting the young man’s cheek, the giant cooed “You’re such a crafty boy, Bobby, out-smarting the Tickle Monster!”
Resuming her gentle rub, the matron sighed “Well, if I can’t tickle you, I guess I’ll just have to bring you back to Mummy Martha...”
It worked! Smiling in satisfaction, Robert laid back on the satin cushion and relaxed under the giant’s pleasant massage. There wouldn’t be any more laughter today: He’d won!
“Oh well,” sighed the resigned matron as she continued her soothing touches. “At least I got to meet you, Bobby, after hearing about your naughtiness for so many years.
“Goodness, but you’ve grown up to be an irresponsible young man! All that vandalism and theft, and talking back to your elders too! Just the sort of thing that deserves reforming...”
Robert smiled in satisfaction. He certainly wasn’t proud of the things he’d done, and as soon as he got of this crazy place he’d set things right! But today his ability to lie with a straight face had saved his tail, and that was something to feel good about.
“...and I was so looking forward to tickling you, too!
“Oh yes,” purred the monster, as she covetously fluttered her fingers about the young man’s ribs. “so much tickling...
“Yes, the tickles I would give such a naughty little boy... *giggle* ... Tickles all up and down his naughty little tum-tum...
“...*sigh*...
“Oh, but what am I saying? You’re not ticklish after all!” Pausing a moment in thought, the monster’s eyes suddenly twinkled as if remembering something important.
“Unless...
“*giggle*
“Goodness me!” squealed the giant as she pointed down to Robert’s chest “what’s this little thing?”
“Huh?” Glancing down to follow her finger, the young man replied “That?
“That’s my belly button.”
“Your belly button! ... *giggle* ... Oh, my! I can’t believe I forgot to check for giggles in his tummy button!”
Grinning broadly as she slowly wagged a single gloved finger above the young man’s belly, the matron purred “I wonder if he’s ticklish here? Could my naughty little Bobby be ticklish in such a silly little spot?”
Lifting her eyes to pierce the young man with her stare, the maternal monster smiled deviously as she purred “Tell me, Bobby: Is your belly button ticklish?”
Ticklish? Was it? Robert couldn’t remember!
Was he ticklish there? He sure hoped not! Squirming nervously as he eyed his captor’s slowly wagging finger, the young man responded to the monster with an uncertain “N-no...”
“Not tickwish?” purred the leotard-clad giant as she began to absent-mindedly circle the dimpled target with her finger. “Not tickwish on his widdle tummy button? Not tickwish at all? ... *giggle* ...
“Little Bobby wouldn’t be lying now, would he?”
“N-n-no” stuttered the young man, as he squirmed to move his belly away from the circling finger.
“I’d hope not,” cooed the matron as her finger continued its shark-like circle. “You know, in your position it wouldn’t be very smart to not tell the truth...”
Nervously eyeing the monster’s finger as it slowly closed in on its target, Robert asked “W-what do you mean?”
“Well,” purred the giant. “You’re so helpless, and if the Tickle Monster doesn’t think you’re telling the truth, you could be in trouble...
“That is, if you’re ticklish...” Moving her finger inward to gently sweep across the young man’s belly button, the matron grinned in satisfaction as she watched the lad move his head to hide the dimples at his cheeks.
“Why, Bobby!” pouted the coy monster. “Did I see a smile?”
“No!” snapped Robert, more determined than ever to win this battle of wills. He was so close!
Softly brushing her finger back over Robert’s navel, the giant teased “Well, someone seems happy! ... *giggle* ... Whose dimples are these, hmm?” Gently poking a finger on the young man’s cheeks, the monster tittered in delight as she watched Robert’s lips slowly creep upwards.
Continuing to brush her finger back and forth over the boy’s restrained belly, the matron cooed “Does someone have a secret?
“Is the naughty little boy hiding something from the Tickle Monster?” Seductively jiggling her bosom in an infantilizing reminder of her dominance, the maternal tease pouted “Baby wouldn’t lie to Mummy now, would he?”
Feeling a smile unstoppably pulling at his cheeks, Robert furiously shook his head “No!”. Despite his denials, it was clear to him now that the monster had found a ticklish spot. A deadly ticklish spot. One which would have him giggling in no time if she tweaked it right, and her babying taunts were hardly helping him maintain his composure.
Cooing in a sing-song voice, the monster teased “I think some-bod-y’s TICK-lish...
Robert was! Each sweep of the monster’s gloved finger sent a shock of barely contained giggles straight to his lips.
“Coo-chie, coo-chie, coo-ooo...”
His only hope now was to stay silent. Just for a few minutes more! If he could only convince this bully to abandon her play and bring him back to the comfortable home of his witch babysitter, he might yet escape this situation with a shred of dignity intact.
“Awwwww,” pouted the giant, as she playfully wiggled her finger. “Is the widdle baby shy?
“... *giggle* ...
“Is hims afwaid to smile for Nana?”
Resting her unmoving finger directly on Robert’s belly button, the matron giggled at her captive’s ticklishly strained smile. Piercing him with her twinkle-eyed stare, the giant gently squeezed her spandex-wrapped bosom between her arms and cooed “Tell Mummy the truth now, dear.
“Is Bobby a tickwish widdle boy?”
Almost bursting with laughter, the young man stared directly into the Tickle Monster’s eyes and shouted through his strained smile “No!
“No! No! No!
“I’m NOT ticklish!”
Sitting back to silently regard the obviously lying young man, the giant’s lips drew up into a condescending smile of sinister intent as she surveyed her young captive’s face. “Well,” purred the matron, as she slowly drew a hand from behind her back “I think there’s only one way to know for sure...
“Nana needs to tickle your silly little innie!” As the monster brought her arm forward, Robert was horrified to see that, gingerly pinched between her thumb and forefinger, was that most devious of teasing tools: A single, pointed white feather!
“N-no...” muttered the young man as he nervously squirmed in her grip. “P-please... Really, you don’t need-“
“Nonsense!” giggled the matron, as she playfully waved the feather above the lad’s navel. “A little tickle is the only way to be sure...”
Slowly lowering the gently twirling feather, the monster cooed “Little Bobby wouldn’t have something he wants to tell Mama now, would he?”
“N-no...” mumbled the boy as he tried to shift away from the descending white point.
“Nothing? Nothing at all?” gingerly resting the tip of her feather on the edge of the lad’s navel, his captor pouted mockingly as she cooed “Doesn’t Bobby have a widdle secret he wants to share with the Tickle Monster?“
Biting his lip as he shook his head “No” one last time, Robert stared in helpless anticipation as he watched the gloved fingers expertly twirl the feather’s tip into his sensitive belly button.
“No!” yelled the boy, as he felt the feather’s touch. “No! Please!
“Please!
“PLEASE TAKE IT OUT NOW!” At least, that’s what Robert meant to yell. What came out instead was a girlish shriek of ticklish babble as he thrashed about in the throes of helpless, ticklish laughter.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOohohohohohoho!!!”
She had won! The Tickle Monster had won! All that effort, all that strain, all that denying of those horrible teases, for nothing!
Feeling tears well up in his eyes at the thought of his lost bid for freedom, Robert howled with laughter as he released the ticklish response he had been denying for the past torturous hour.
“Hmm?” asked the matron as she pretended to ignore the boy’s laughter. “What’s that, sweetie? Twirl about more? ... *giggle* ... Why, certainly!”
Despairing at the humiliatingly childish way in which his resistance had been broken, Robert thrashed about in emasculated frustration as he pulled with all his might against the shackling gloved hands.
“Gitsee, gitsee!’ taunted the giant as she gloated in her victory. “Who’s a ticklish sissy, hmm? Is my Bobby?
“Is Mummy’s widdle Bobby a ticklish baby boy?”
Tittering in delight as she watched her squirming captive buck his hips in a hopeless attempt to dislodge the tickling feather, the monster gently laid a single gloved hand upon the young man’s waist to steady her target and expertly twirled her feather in the lad’s ticklish navel.
“Coochie, coochie, cooo! ... *giggle* ... It looks like we DID find a ticklish spot after all!”
Savouring the defeated humiliation of her laughing captive, the monster smiled lovingly down into Robert’s eyes as she lifted the feather to teasingly wag it above his betraying spot of sensitivity.
“Naughty boy,” she purred. “You shouldn’t have kept such a ticklish spot a secret! ... *giggle* ... Why, to think I was about to bring you back to Mummy Martha, too!
“Imagine that! A tickle monster unable to giggle a ticklish little boy. How silly would that have been, hmm?”
Staring up into the giant’s twinkling eyes, Robert couldn’t bring himself to even try to answer back.
“Why, this very moment you would have been snuggled up safe in Mummy Martha’s arms. Far, far away from the mean ol’ Coochiemonster, all cuddled up and forgiven.” Blowing a kiss to her captive, the matron playfully teased her feather on the tip of the young man’s nose. “But that didn’t happen now, did it? Hmm?
“Gitsee, gitsee, gooo!” helpless to stop her, the young man braced himself as the giant once more dropped her feather to ticklishly wriggle it about in his belly button.
Robert was devastated. He had been right!
If only he’d held out a little longer. If only he’d blocked out that feather’s tease for even a minute more, he would have been be free from this sadistic monster and her infernal tickling hands.
“Nooooooooooooohohohohohohohohoho!!!”
Overwhelmed at the thought, the young man began to sob, then to cry and then to howl in despair. There wasn’t the slightest reason to try holding back his ticklishness now, and Robert had given up trying. Laughing helplessly as he squirmed in the grip of his six-armed tormentor, the young man released his pent up emotions in a cathartic yell of genuinely hopeless sorrow and ticklishly forced happiness.
“That’s it,” tittered the matron as she smiled down upon her charge. “Let it out. Let all the giggles come out...”
Laughing and crying as he danced for an endless time to the feather’s devilish touch, Robert kicked and pulled in frustrated rage. “IT’S NOT FAIR!” he yelled. “IT’S NOT! IT’S NOT!
“IT’S NOhohohohoT FAhahahahahahaIR!!”
Laughing in satisfaction, the giant pouted her ruby-red lips and cooed “Awwwww. Poor baby!
“It’s not fair at all now, is it? A skinny little boy like you, coochied by a big, strong girl like me.” Lifting her feather to gently brush it against Robert’s tear-stained cheeks, the lycra-clad giant soothed “But I’m the Tickle Monster, sweetie, and you’re a naughty little boy.
“And naughty little boys simply MUST be tickled!” Threateningly poising her feather above the young man’s belly, the matron asked “Now, will little Bobby tell Nana the truth?
“Is hims a tickwish widdle boy?”
Slowly nodding his answer, Robert blushed as the giant squealed her delight. “Good boy!” she trilled with embarrassingly treacly sweetness. “Little boys should always tell the Tickle Monster the truth ... *giggle* ... Always!
“But Nana wants to HEAR her little sissy say it.” Menacingly lowering her wiggling feather closer to its target, the giant asked again “Is hims a tickwish widdle boy?”
“Y-yes.” answered Robert, as he warily eyed the feather. After the latest tickling torment, he did NOT want to feel its touch again!
“Yes what, sweetie?”
“Yes... I am.” replied the young man, as his eyes watered in embarrassment.
Smiling in amused satisfaction at the lad’s reluctance, the Tickle Monster lowered her feather to slowly wave it just above Robert’s sensitive navel. “Now, you don’t want Mr. Fluffers playing tum-tum coochietime with your belly again, do you?” Threateningly brushing the feather against the boy’s skin for emphasis, the giant flirtatiously fluttered her blue eyes and cooed. “Nana’s only going to ask her Bobby one more time ... *giggle* ...
“Is hims a tickwish widdle boy?”
Nervously eyeing ‘Mr. Fluffers’ wiggling above his belly, Robert answered “Y-yes.
“Yes, I’m a ticklish little boy.”
“*giggle* ... And where is he ticklish, hmm? I think Mr. Fluffers knows...”
Gulping apprehensively as he watched the wiggling feather moving downwards, Robert blurted “On my belly button!
“I’m ticklish on my belly button!”
“Yummmm,” purred the matron, as she savoured the young man’s answer. “I just LOVE the sound of that word. ... *giggle* ... Say it again!”
“B-belly button?”
“Yummmmmm!” seductively licking her lips, the monster asked “And what about your belly button, sweetie?”
“I-it’s ticklish. My belly button’s ticklish.”
“Yummmmmm,” purred the Tickle Monster as she licked her lips again. “Oh, yes. I could listen to you say that all day long!”
Noticing that the feather had been lifted a little further upwards, Robert repeated “I’m ticklish. Ticklish on my belly button. Awfully ticklish.” Amazed as he saw the monster raise the feather up and away from his exposed flesh, the young man seized this chance at relief and continued his banter.
“Yes, my belly button is ticklish. Too ticklish. It just makes me giggle when you touch it.”
“Yummmmmm,” purred the matron, as she teased the feather about her neck. “Ticklish!”
Warily eyeing the giant’s antics as he continued his monologue of tickle experience, Robert began to relax as he watched the lycra-clad monster lift her restraining hand from his waist and playfully tease herself in response to his banter. Finally, he had found something other than tickling which this strange creature enjoyed!
“Oooooooh, tell me more!” cooed his captor, as she teasingly set the feather between her jiggling breasts. “Tell me more about your ticklish belly button!”
“Well,” continued the young man. “My belly button is horribly ticklish. It’s an innie, and it’s just too ticklish to bear.”
“Yummmmmm. You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”
“Yes ma’m. Very ticklish. I can’t stand being tickled. I just laugh and laugh when my belly button is tickled. It tickles so much!”
“Tell me,” demanded the visibly excited Tickle Monster as she pierced the young man with her stare. “Tell me all about your ticklish belly button!”
Having no other choice, that’s just what Robert did. Describing in detail as much as he could the size, shape, sensitivity and truly awful ticklishness of his navel, the young man continued to babble on and on about a part of his body he’d never particularly thought of before. Though his attention occasionally wandered as the minutes of talk wore on, the young man’s thoughts quickly returned to the goal of amusing his Tickle Monster captor whenever he spotted ‘Mr. Fluffers’, the evil tickling feather, dancing a menacingly wiggle in its cleavage-bound perch.
“Ooooooh,” cooed the giant, as her free hands pleasantly massaged Robert’s chest. “Tell me more about your belly button!”
“My belly button’s ticklish. It’s awfully ticklish. It’s just too-*mmmph*?“
“Uh, uh, uuuuuh,” scolded the giant, as she placed a silencing finger on the young man’s lips. “Tell me something NEW about your wonderfully ticklish little tummy button.”
“Um....” paused Robert, as he tried to collect his thoughts. “It’s ticklish? It’s an innie and it-*mmrph*?”
“Oh, you silly boy!” cooed the matron, as she gently patted her captive’s cheek. “You’ve told me that already.
“Tell me something NEW!”
“Um...” wondered the young man, as he tried to think of something, anything, to say to the impatient giant. “My belly button is a really big innie which-*mrph*?” Silenced again by the monster’s gloved hand, Robert was at a loss for words.
What ELSE could he say about a belly button?
“Oh, you naughty boy,” scolded the matron as she teased a hand over her lycra-wrapped breasts. “You naughty, naughty little boy!
“Doesn’t Bobby have something else to tell Nana?”
“N-no,” said the lad in all sincerity. “I’ve told you everything I can think of!”
Noticing the stern look crossing his captor’s face in response, the young man began to babble whatever came to mind “My belly button, it’s really, really ticklish! Really it is! Horribly ticklish. A ticklish bellybutton it is. It’s big and ticklish and I really find it-*mrrph*!” His patter again silenced by one of the giant’s gloved hands, Robert knew that his time of tickle-free restraint was coming to an end.
“Naughty boy!” scolded the giant as she wagged a reproving finger before the young man’s face. “Naughty, naughty little Bobby. I thought we already learned that little boys shouldn’t keep secrets from the Tickle Monster, hmm?”
Continuing to gently tease a hand over her abundant bosom, the six-armed giant cooed “I think someone needs an incentive ... *giggle* ... Maybe a little playtime with Mr. Fluffers will change Bobby’s mind...” Moving her hand away from its place at her breasts, Robert was horrified to see that the monster’s gloved fingers once more daintily pinched her devilish white feather.
“No, please!” begged the young man, as he struggled in the giant’s restraining grip. “No! Not Mr. Fluffers! Please!
“ANYTHING but Mr. Fluffers!”
Tut-tutting her disapproval, the Tickle Monster lay a restraining hand on the young man’s waist. “Yes, sweetie. It’s time for Mr. Fluffers tum-tum coochietime again...”
Slowly teasing the feather down towards Robert’s restrained belly, the giant purred “And Mr. Fluffers will keep playing coochie until the naughty little boy tells Nana aaaaaaaall his belly button secrets!”
“No, please!” whimpered the man-turned-boy as he squirmed to avoid the feathery point. “Please! I’ve told you everything I know!”
But the monster was unmoved. Smiling devilishly as she placed the feather’s tip at the edge of her captive’s navel, the giant sang “Coochie, coochie, cooooooo!” before ticklishly teasing the point into Robert’s tummy target.
“No! NO! Nooooooohohohohohoho!!!” squealed the lad, as he squirmed in the Tickle Monster’s clutches. “Not my behehehelly buhuhuhuhutton! Nooohohohohoho!
“Please! Stop! STOP! Stohohohohohop pleeheeheeheeheeheease!!!”
Smiling impassively downwards, the matron purred “Silly boy! I’m not the one tickling you ... Mr. Fluffers is!” Pouting her lips to baby-talk, the giant continued “Maybe if Bobby decided to be a good widdle boy and tell Mr. Fluffers his belly button secwets ... *giggle*... maybe then Mr. Fluffers would stop those awful, awful tickles of his, hmm?”
Squealing in ticklish frustration, Robert yelled “I don’t HAVE any secrets!” before another tweak from ‘Mr. Fluffers’ sent him into another fit of hysteric laughter.
“ ... *giggle* ...Of course you do, sweetie. You’ve told Nana almost everything about your adorable little belly button, and Mr. Fluffers is going to keep tickling the naughty boy until he tells Nana the rest.”
Smiling lovingly as she squeezed her ample bosom between two muscular arms, the matron purred “And when he does, Nana will give her Bobby a nice little snuggle for a reward...”
Robert was frantic! There was nothing he could do to stop the monster now, though she insisted that somehow there was!
Finding it impossible to keep his thoughts straight between the matron’s infantilizing jiggle and the insanely ticklish dance of ‘Mr. Fluffers’ at his navel, the young man did the only thing he could think of: Babble anything and everything that came to mind about his belly button.
Giggling at the young man’s frantic chatter, the Tickle Monster teased “But Nana already knows that, sweetie!
“Tell her something new and then we can cuddle, hmm?” jiggling her softness as a reminder, the giant continued her relentless, feathery tickle as she playfully scolded her captive’s incorrect responses.
“Nope.
“Nope. ... *giggle* ...
“Nope.
“Nuh-uh, Nana knows that too! ... *giggle* ... ”
Squealing in hysteric frustration, Robert begged “Please! Pleeheeheease! My tummy! My Belly! My Belly Buhuhuhuhutton!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaahahahaha!
“Tickle! It Tihihihickles! It’s Tihihihicklish! Gaaaaaaaaaahahahaha!!!
“WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOhohohohohohoW?!?!?!” But the matron’s only response was her impassive, infuriatingly loving smile.
“Gitsee, gitsee, goooo! ...*giggle* ... Who has a ticklish tummy now, hmm?”
Robert laughed, he squealed, he begged, he babbled everything he could think of to give the Tickle Monster what she asked, but it was never enough. Tickling on and forever on, the evil feather dancing at his belly only seemed to grow more precise as the fluttery teasing continued.
“Ghiri, Ghiri!” taunted the giant. “Coochie, coochie, cooo!”
Beginning to lapse into thoughtless hysteria, the only words Robert could bring to mind were the monster’s favourites, and so he repeated them as often and in as many different ways as he could.
“Oh, you silly boy,” teased the Tickle Monster as she laughed at the young man’s giggling babble. “Mr. Fluffers KNOWS your belly button’s ticklish!
“Now, tell Nana your belly button secret or Mr. Fluffers might keep playing tum-tum coochietime forever!”
Gazing into the matronly giant’s twinkling eyes, Robert had only a moment to wonder how long ‘forever’ might be before once more lapsing into helpless laughter from her perfect feathery touch.
“Coochie, coochie, coooooo!”
As he hysterically squealed to the feather’s tease, it was clear to Robert that ‘forever’ was likely to be a very, very long time.