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Robert's Reformation
Robert's Reformation
Chapter 8
“W-wha?”
Where was he?
The last thing Robert remembered was begging for mercy in the clutches of a hellish, six-armed tickle monster and now...
Now?
Now he was standing in a strange-but-familiar hallway of a strange-but-familiar house.
Standing perfectly still as he surveyed his surroundings, Robert took note that he was still stuck at a child’s size and height, but now he was wearing...
“My old clothes!” exclaimed the lad, as he recalled the familiar attire. “And this is... this is...
“Grandma’s house!”
Looking around and marveling at the friendly home, the young man noticed small details that he’d forgotten: The thick burgundy drapes, the comfortable couch visible in the living room, the old rotary phone perched on a hallway desk. Dozens of little features that now rushed back to his senses in an overwhelming return to childhood.
“Wow,” though Robert, as he looked about in fascination. “This is really cool... But what the heck am I doing back here?” The lad couldn’t remember his witch babysitter rescuing him from the tickle monster’s torment, but that sadistic giant was nowhere to be seen. How had he escaped her bizarre playroom and wound up safe in the ‘real world’ again?
“There you are!” chimed a vaguely familiar voice from behind. “I wondered where you’d gotten yourself off to.”
Turning about to see the who those words might belong to, Robert was surprised to see “Aunt Julie!”
“Yes, dear.” said the young woman, as she sternly placed her hands upon her hips. “And didn’t I tell you to stay in your room after your nap?”
“Uh...” Mumbled Robert, trying to make sense of his new circumstances. “I was... uh... just... um...”
“Oh, as if I’d be angry,” giggled the lady, as she switched her mood to smile down upon the young man. “But I can’t be a babysitter if my ‘baby’ keeps running off.” Condescendingly pinching Robert’s cheek to emphasize her remark, Julie playfully slapped the young man’s bottom and ordered “Now get your butt on the couch so we can watch some TV.”
Giggling along with his re-acquainted relative, Robert followed his aunt down the hall to the familiarity of his grandmother’s sitting room. Barely eye-level with his aunt’s pink lounge pants, the young man smiled as he remembered how much he enjoyed the young woman’s company.
A new addition to the family, Robert’s “aunt” was really just his uncle’s girlfriend, but his family had always been one for formality and so the young man addressed her accordingly. Still, there was something about her that Robert couldn’t quite remember. Something he could almost but not quite put his finger on. Something... dangerous?
Nah!
Sitting down on an expansive, cushioned chair, Julie patted her lap and trilled “Come on Bobby. Hop on up so we can share a seat!”
How could he resist those friendly, open arms? Laughing care-free, Robert jumped up into the young woman’s lap and smiled in delicious relaxation as she hugged him close. This was something he definitely remembered enjoying: The way his aunt would just hug herself right around him, burying him in the abundant softness of her white cashmere sweater. How could there possibly be any worries in the world when one was cuddled in the pink and white softness of one of his aunt’s loving hugs?
Still, there was something...
“So,” asked the young man after a few minutes in Julie’s cuddling arms. “Where’s everyone gone?”
“Oh, you know” teased the lass as she ruffled Robert’s hair. “They’re off on another shopping excursion to Smith’s Vale.
“Everyone will be back in the evening, so we have all day to spend together!”
“Yay!” cheered the boy as he lay back in his aunt’s arms. What a slice of heaven to have a care-free afternoon once more!
Nestling his head on the soft cushion of the young woman’s chest, Robert smiled as he watched Julie lift her arms up before him and then, with exaggerated slowness, gently bring them back down to hold the boy in a perfectly confining hug.
“Yummmm,” purred the woman, as she gently kissed the top of the young man’s head. “You’re so snuggly, I could cuddle you all day long!” Smiling at the thought, Robert closed his eyes and luxuriated in the softness of his aunt’s warm embrace.
“Eek!” Jumping at an unexpected tweak near his ribs, Robert giggled as he felt one of Julie’s fingers gently wiggle at his side.
Smiling serenely, the woman purred “Oh? Is my snugglemuffin ticklish, too?”
“A little...” tittered the lad, as he squirmed to move away from the wiggling finger. Shifting himself to move opposite the tease, Robert laughed in surprise as he felt his backside flop down into his aunt’s lap and giggled again as his legs slid clumsily off-balance. Now helplessly snuggled face-up in his aunt’s strong arms, the young lady held the boy so perfectly close there was no way he could even begin to wiggle free of her gentle hug.
Pfft! As if he’d ever want to!
With nowhere left to move, Robert squirmed against his aunt’s single, teasing finger and giggled playfully as he looked up into her serenely smiling face. “A little ticklish?” teased the woman. “Only a little?” Wiggling another finger on her opposite hand, Robert shrieked in surprise as he felt a gentle tickle tweak both sides of his belly at once.
“Well, I don’t think my Bobby’s a little ticklish... *giggle* ... Not at all!” Gazing intently down upon her charge, the woman’s expression changed from loving serenity to controlling evil as she purred “I think my baby Bobby’s VERY ticklish. Isn’t he?”
Ah, yes, now he remembered. How could Robert have ever forgotten? Of course there was something sinister about this lovely woman. Something secret that couldn’t possibly be known until it was too late to prevent it!
Aunt Julie liked to tickle.
No, that wasn’t quite right. ‘Like’ implied an activity which someone enjoyed on occasion. In moderation. Something which was entertaining if happened upon or suggested for a moment of amusement. Not something obsessively pursued at every single opportunity presented. Not something continued with a single-minded pursuit of perfected action over hours and hours of practice. That didn’t describe Aunt Julie’s hobby at all.
Aunt Julie LOVED to tickle!
And what was that silly nickname she’d given herself? Oh, yes.
The Coochie Monster.
“N-no” whimpered Robert, as he stared up into the woman’s deceptively friendly eyes. “Please, Auntie. Not that.
“Not tickles.”
Giggling in amusement as she savoured her control, the young woman purred. “What’s that, sweetie? ‘No tickles?’ *giggle* What a silly thing to ask The Coochie Monster!
“Why, I should punish you for such naughtiness!” and with that taunt, the young woman’s fingers began to wiggle in earnest. Not digging, not hurting, but gently, gingerly tickling in a perfectly tormenting touch.
Erupting in a fit of helpless giggles, Robert squirmed about in his aunt’s cushioned lap. Now trying with all his will to escape the woman’s bosomy hug, the young man knew he had no hope of release.
It all came back to him now: Hours and hours of ticklish torment in the snuggling arms of this gorgeous sadist. How could he possibly have forgotten? Worst of all, though he was never pushed into a fit of painful, gasping hysteria, Robert would never be given a break either. Aunt Julie could keep tickling and tickling the boy into a helplessly wiggling fit of giggling laughter with a continuous gentle tease that never ceased -- not even for a moment! -- for hours and hours on end. An endless, ticklish touch which would gently caress childish giggles from his lips until he’d think he’d gone insane!
“Naughty, naughty, naughty!” taunted Julie in her familiar sing-song voice. “Naughty little boys get to spend time with The Coochie Monster! ... *giggle* ... and she has a whole afternoon of fun for her Bobby today!
“Coochie, coochie, cooooo!”
Laughing and laughing, begging for mercy that he knew would never come, Robert squirmed and wriggled in an attempt to free himself from his aunt’s dancing hands. Now no longer hugged to her bosom and actually free to leap up and leave, the young man was nonetheless kept helplessly weak and distracted by his tormentor’s gently teasing touch. Though unshackled and free to move, any attempt to squirm away was met with a gentle tickle which expertly corralled Robert back to snuggle at the young woman’s chest.
“Oh, not leaving already, are we?” teased the lass, as she tickled the boy back into her clutches. “We couldn’t have that! ... *giggle* ... We’ve hardly begun!”
Impossible to escape, impossible to reason with, impossible to find a moment’s respite, those gently teasing fingers danced up and down the young man’s ribs in a perfect touch made familiar from years and years of practice on Robert’s sensitive skin. How could she have only two hands? Her fingers were everywhere!
Squealing and squirming, kicking himself for actually crawling into this sadist’s lap voluntarily after so many years of learning to know better, Robert laughed and laughed and laughed...
And then woke up.
“Oh, thank god!” thought the lad, as he tried to calm his pounding heart. “It was only a dream!”
Closing his eyes and settling down in his comfortable resting place, the young man sighed in relief as he recovered from his nightmare. “Only a dream. Only a dream. Meeting Aunt Julie was only a dream. It didn’t happen. Don’t worry. She’s gone. It’s over. It was only a dream. Only a dream.”
“Oh, so precious,” cooed a motherly voice, as Robert felt a satin-soft glove gently stroke his cheek. “Did ums have a nice widdle sleepy-time?”
Reluctantly opening his eyes to gaze up at the source of the soothing patter, Robert felt his heart sink once again as he saw a familiar smiling face. “Oh, right.” thought the man-turned-boy as he despondently gazed about at his surroundings. “Aunt Julie was just a dream.
“The *real* tickle monster isn’t!”
Squirming uneasily as he snuggled naked in his captor’s cradling arms, the young man tried to reply to the monster’s question but found his voice silenced by the plump latex nipple of a giant pink pacifier!
“Such a silly boy,” cooed the beast, as her gloved hand continued its gentle caress. “Such a silly, ticklish little boy.” Adjusting her seat to snuggle the lad to her ample bosom, the matronly giant cooed “Did ums have a widdle dream? ... *giggle* ... Hims seemed so excited squirming about and nibbling his binky.
“Goodness! Pookie was wiggling so much I thought he might jump up and run! ... *giggle* ... Wouldn’t that be silly for a dreamy baby boy?
“He’ll have to tell nana aaaaaaaaaaaaall about it when he cuddles up after playtime!”
Closing his eyes and shaking his head despondently, Robert felt lost. Bad enough to be reminded of his Aunt by this cruelly taunting giant, it would be worse still to tell her about Julie’s teases.
Shuddering involuntarily as he recalled the hours spent giggling in that awful woman’s lap, Rob paused to wonder for a moment whose tickling fingers were more terrifying: Aunt Julie’s or the Tickle Monster’s?
Noticing his nervous shaking, the giant murmured a soothing coo and affectionately snuggled the young man to her softness. Relaxing into that hug, Robert couldn’t help but sigh in satisfaction as he felt himself surrounded by the gentle attention of this bizarre babysitter.
Dreamily closing his eyes as he felt four hands gently rub his tired muscles from his shoulders to his toes, the young man lost all self consciousness of being naked in the giant’s presence and surrendered himself in relaxation to the luxuriousness of a perfect, all-over massage. Finding himself drifting in and out of a nap-like slumber, the surreal situation of being massaged in the lap of a six-armed monster began to feel commonplace, as though this had been the only world the young man had ever known.
Lulled awake by the giggles of the giant, Robert glanced dreamily upwards to meet her affectionately twinkling eyes.
“Oh, my!” tittered the beast. “Oh, my! My goodness! Just look at you, all limp and tired!” Playfully jiggling with merriment as she gazed at the boy, the monster purred. “All that time, all that gitsee! ... *giggle* ... Oh, my goodness!
“Tickle Monster must have giggled baby completely silly!”
Dreamily smiling beneath the muffling pacifier, Robert nodded in agreement and relaxed into the giant’s massage. “What a relief!” he thought, as he began to drift back into slumber. “She realized she went too far!”
“Foolish ol’ Tickle Monster,” tittered the giant as she slowly shook her head. “I hope Bobby will forgive her! ... *giggle* ... Sometimes Nana gets all excited and forgetful when she’s in the middle of playtime...”
Smiling beneath his pacifier, the young man sleepily nodded and snuggled up in the babysitter’s loving softness. Ignoring the condescending patter of his captor, Robert was simply grateful to have the opportunity for a comfortable rest. After all the craziness of the past few days, the lad finally had a chance to relax, and he intended to enjoy every moment of this much-deserved respite.
“All that time ... *giggle* ... All those tickles ... *giggle* ... My goodness!
“All that gitsee and Nana didn’t even touch those sweet little feet!”
His eyes shooting open, Robert was now completely awake. “Oh, no!” thought the young man. “She doesn’t think she went too far at all! NOT AT ALL!
“This monster thinks she didn’t go far enough!”
Now vigorously squirming in the giant’s arms, trying to spit out the muffling pacifier to voice his objection, Robert frantically gestured as he tried to correct his captor’s mistaken conclusion.
“Oh, yes, sweetie!” Squealed the monster, as she excitedly nodded her agreement. “Feetsie tickles are the best, aren’t they?” Gently massaging the young man’s soles with a single gloved hand, the monster continued her lecherous coo. “Yes, indeed! A little boy simply forgets himself when the Tickle Monster wiggles her fingers on his soles... *giggle* ... He just laughs and laughs and laughs at the silliness of Nana’s pretty gloves.
“I’m *so* glad you agree!”
But Robert didn’t agree. Not in the slightest! Franticly gesturing at the plump pacifier between his lips, burbling his protests as loud as he could, the young man angrily pushed at the hands which affectionately cuddled his frame and he did everything he could to voice his disagreement to the giant’s conclusion.
“Mrrrprhphrphbbblelelrlrlrbphphr!”
Willfully oblivious to it all, the monster simply adjusted her gentle cuddle to smother the boy’s protests and tittered in amusement as she daintily rubbed his bare feet. “Oh, the tickles I’ll give these precious little toes...
“Goodness! Piggy tickles are the BEST tickles of all!”
Graciously ending her cuddle and lifting the young man to stand up before her, the Tickle Monster purred. “But let’s play another game of ‘chase’ first, hmm? Bobby just loves to play ‘chase’, doesn’t he? ... *giggle*”
Stroking the young man’s shoulders with two of her hands, the giant pouted her lips and teased “Nana will count to fifty to give her little munchkin a sporting chance ... *giggle* ... and then she’ll come and get him!” Emphasizing her planned capture with a gentle tickle on the young man’s ribs, Robert was sent into giggles just before the matronly beast daintily removed the muffling pacifier from between his smiling lips.
Closing her eyes, the monster’s foolishly playful expression turned serene once more as she began to ominously count downwards
“50...
“49...
“48...
“47...”
Regaining his composure, Robert immediately began to object “But I don’t WANT to be tickled any more!
“Please, can we stop now? I don’t want tickles on my feet. I HATE tickles on my feet!”
But the monster ignored the young man’s protest and continued her slow countdown to ticklish doom.
“45...
“44...
“43...”
“Please Mrs. Tickle Monster! PLEASE! You’ve GOT to listen to me! I can’t take it any more!
“If you tickle me like you did last time, I’m going to go crazy!”
“40...
“39...
“38...”
“PLEASE!” begged Robert, as he angrily tugged on one of the monster’s gloved fingers. “Please listen to me! I wasn’t agreeing to be tickled again, I thought you said I was tickled too much before!”
“35...
“34...
“33...”
“PLEASE!!!!” Realizing the giant was intent upon ignoring him, Robert dropped the monster’s hand in disgust and did the only thing he could do: He ran.
“Oh, wonderful!” muttered the man-turned-boy as he jogged through the pink and blue satin hallways of his magical playroom-prison. “Just like before, except this time I’m completely naked. Just freakin’ great! Fantastic! Isn’t this wonderful!?!
“All this for breaking a few windows last month!” Remembering his arrival at Mrs. Johnston’s house, seemingly an eternity ago, the young man concluded “I should have just paid the fine, or not even done it at all...”
Pausing a moment to get his bearings, Robert’s attention turned crystal clear as he heard a hellishly playful voice sing “Ready or not, little boy, here comes the Tickle Monster!”
To Be Continued..?