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Guests of the Sorceress
Guests of the Sorceress
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It was a busy week ended with a busy day. Elizabeth and Robert had finally finished moving in together, with shared furniture and miscellaneous boxes scattered about in that almost-organized haphazard way which suggested an eventual home, but which still screamed 'chaos'.
After spending the day moving items about and half-stocking shelves and closets with the miscellany of their lives, the young couple had decided to take a break and explore their new neighbourhood. Stumbling upon an obscure consignment shop, the two couldn't resist picking up a few knick-knacks to commemorate this first day in their new lives together: A silk scarf, some embroidered placemats, and a worn out old Arabian-styled oil lamp.
With those old-new items now arranged before them upon a half-cleared coffee table in the midst of a cluttered living room, the pair luxuriated in the lazy tastes of take-out chinese food and an impulsively purchased bottle of wine. Having now finished both, Robert opened a new bottle and healthily filled his girlfriend's glass, with the pair lying back upon the couch to rest from their exhaustion.
Clumsily leaning forward in her exhausted tipsiness, Elizabeth plucked the old oil lamp up from the table before her and theatrically rubbed its side, as if to summon a fabled genie from its interior. Giggling at the foolishness of such an action, the young woman let out a surprised yelp as the lamp belched forth an oily-smelling clog of vapour, obviously dislodged by the vigour of her rubbing. As the pair both laughed at the amusingly appropriate consequence of Elizabeth's actions, the young woman lay back down upon the couch again and mused "Oh, if only there was a genie in all that crud. What would you have wished for?"
Musing for a moment, Robert sipped at his wine again and said "Well... I kinda miss having no responsibilities." Sitting up to look at his girlfriend, the young man continued "You know: No bills, no jobs, no worries beyond wondering who you were going to play with the next day... We really didn't know how good we had it as kids, did we?"
Smiling in understanding at her boyfriend's response, Elizabeth replied "Yup! We couldn't wait for school to start, to become 'grown up' like the big kids, but wasn't all we thought it'd cracked up to be, was it?"
"Yeah," answered Robert. "After a few days at school, I wanted to just run out and play again. I was tired of it already ...*sigh*... Once you were in school, there was no going back to playtime all day every day, was there?"
As they both sighed in fond recollection of those care-free days past, Elizabeth broke the melancholy with another of her childish giggles. "Oh, but it wasn't all playtime, was it? Aren't you forgetting there was always a grownup in your life to run away from?"
Smiling in response, Robert knew exactly who his girlfriend was referring to. "Ah, yes," he answered. "Auntie Martha. I'd never know when she was visiting until it was too late!
"Sure, she'd spend a bit of time chatting with Mom over coffee, but then her attention would always fall on me. You think she'd have taken a hint after I'd start running like hell, but it'd always be a game for her, no matter what I said or did..."
Musing in silence for a moment, Robert remembered just how those 'games' would go: Aunt Martha would announce that 'the tickle monster' was coming, and the lad would run from her wiggling fingers as if his very life depended upon it.
"Oh, but it wasn't all that bad," encouraged Elizabeth, wanting to keep their discussion in a happy tone. "Was it?"
"Nah!" replied the young man, as he remembered his misplaced terror. "Sure, she'd cover me in lipstick kisses and tickle me until I was half-stupid, but any girl was icky back then. Auntie Martha just played that reaction up to make it sound like her affection was a punishment.
"God, her boobs were HUGE! I swear, it really was like a monster was hunting me down with her puckered lips, teasing threats and hands wiggling up in the air. Once she'd caught me it was just game over, so I really was doing everything I could to escape her. The thought of being caught and teased and kissed by the tickle monster absolutely horrified me!"
As she listened to her boyfriend recount his childhood experiences, Elizabeth giggled when she saw an opportunity to tease at his expense. "Her boobs were huge, hmm? Maybe that explains an obsession or two..."
Blushing at his girlfriend's knowing smile, Robert took another sip of wine and replied, "I wouldn't be surprised if it did. Seriously, they were massive!
"It was kinda nice, really. The way she'd mash me right up into 'em when she caught me. It's kinda unreal to think about it now, but it was almost like being nabbed by a wall of warm pillows. One moment I'd be running from the tickle monster, and the next I'd be surrounded by boobs!
"Man, there was no stopping her once that happened. Sure, I'd try to get away, but one of Aunt Martha's tickles would put a stop to that. You'd forget EVERYTHING when Aunt Martha tickled.
"Then, when she wasn't tickling, if I tried to complain she'd just laugh and shut me up with a face full of boob!" Blushing again as he heard his girlfriend giggle at that memory, Robert gave a shy smile and continued "Yeah, there was absolutely no reasoning with the 'tickle monster'..." Musing in silence for a moment, Robert added. "You had a 'monster' too, didn't you?"
Giggling again, Elizabeth answered "Yup! Mrs. Macpherson down the street. She'd babysit me at her place whenever Mom had to go out during the day, and there wasn't a time I visited that I didn't get tickled silly." Sighing again, the young woman continued. "It was fun.
"Sure, I'd do everything I could to avoid her when 'the tickle monster' came out to play, but that was part of the game, wasn't it? Geez, with the amount she laughed along as I screamed for her to stop, you'd think she was the one being tickled!"
Lying back in silence, the pair sipped at their wine again and let their gaze fall upon the old Arabian lamp upon their coffee table.
"So, that'd be the wish, then?" asked Elizabeth. "To have no worries, just like being a kid again?"
Smiling in response, Robert added, "Yeah, but I wouldn't want to actually BE a kid again." Teasing a finger up his girlfriend's leg, the young man added with a wink "There are a few things I'd rather not give up having."
Giggling again in understanding, Elizabeth clarified "Okay, so to be an adult, to have nothing but playtime, with the only worry in the world being how to escape from the tickle monster."
Laughing at his girlfriend's added qualification, Robert nodded his acknowledgement. "Yup! Sounds good to me! That'd be my wish for sure."
Continuing their conversation as they finished off their wine, the pair smiled and laughed as they enjoyed the comfort of their new home.
The lamp, meanwhile, watched and reported...
Luewanna was as miffed as a witch could be.
This was to be her masterwork. Her ultimate spell. The one which would finally ensure youthful immortality and grant her the infinite time she needed to perfect her craft.
This wasn't just a simple 'look it up in the book and cast it' spell, either. The trick with immortality spells is that they could only be cast once for one person and, once cast, the spell would be forever locked to the recipient. This made immortality spells something of a rarity, with witches and warlocks each competing to find a spell of their own before time ran out.
The good news was that The Realm had provided thousands of possible immortality spells for use. All a witch had to do was pick one and cast it. The bad news was that the instructions for each spell were convoluted at best, with mysteriously defined ingredients, instructions couched in riddles, and absolutely ridiculous tolerances for error in their casting. After years of experimentation, Leuwanna had managed to tease out almost all ingredients and instructions for her own chosen immortality spell. Only one step remained to be completed before she would be granted eternal youthful life, but the phrasing had her completely stumped!
"Seriously?" she asked, as her fingers followed the words for the hundredth time. "Seriously, guys? You call THIS instructions for a spell?" Though clearly written in The Realm's official text, the words of this latest non-rhyming 'poem' might as well have been broken hieroglyphs for all the sense they made:
Two willing children, adults though they may be;
Captively laughing the whole day through.
Running in fright from the happiest touch;
Feeding monsters with giggles and tease.
A few parts of the riddle made sense to Leuwanna. She knew the standard maxim of 'the whole day through' simply meant that the conditions noted had to occur for at least eight hours of the day. Odd though it sounded, the 'feeding monsters' bit was also clear: The Realm's bestiary included many creatures which fed upon emotion rather than physical substance, so any reference to a monster which fed upon a reaction clearly related to one of those creatures, but what kind of monster fed upon 'giggles and tease'? All of the emotion-feeding monsters Leuwanna had ever researched fed upon unpleasantness like fright or frustration. Emotion-monsters were also terribly self-centered creatures and would never focus their lives upon making someone else happy, so the 'giggles' part ruled them out entirely.
Compounding the confusion was the preceding line: "Fright? Fright and giggles?" she asked to no one in particular. "How could that possibly work?
"And 'willing children, adults though they may be'? How can someone be an adult AND a child?"
It was all a mass of contradiction: For the last bit of this spell to function, it appeared Leuwanna would have to find not one, but two contradictorily child/adult individuals who were willing to be captive prisoners, would be happy with this situation, and would feed an army of emotion-monsters with their delight.
Sure, if she could make such an arrangement her spell would be a cinch to complete, but how could that possibly work?
Sighing in despair, the young witch turned her attention to the latest genie bulletins. Maybe reading through the list of received wishes would inspire some creative thoughts. Goodness knows some of them were odd!
She smiled in bemusement as she reviewed the list: Millions of dollars, eternal youth, freedom from debts. "Just more of the same..." she muttered.
Those silly humans had it mostly right: They knew that genies were the secret behind wishes being granted, they just didn't know that genies only passed along wishes for consideration. Basically, they received 'classified ads' for the magic world: When a wish was uttered, a genie would pass it along to The Realm's registry which warlocks and witches could review for wish-granting as they liked.
Most wishes received were pretty mundane -- it would be useless to grant them! But every now and then a gem would be stumbled upon and a solution found to a pressing problem.
"W-what?" shrieked Leuwanna, as she came across a listing just received from a tipsy young couple. "Seriously? T-this fits everything I need!" Making her invocation to accept the wish for granting, the witch immediately went to work preparing a comfortable home for her soon-to-arrive captives.
"It's so obvious now," she said, as pages were furiously turned and spells hurriedly cast. "But why these two would wish for such an odd thing..." Snapping herself back as she began to drift into thought, Leuwanna continued with her work.
"Well, no matter WHY they wished for this, they're going to get their wish granted. It's going to be everything they dreamed of, and more!"
Before he even opened his eyes, Robert knew something was different.
After a pleasant evening in their new home, he and his girlfriend quickly fell into exhausted sleep in their hastily-assembled bed. Though tipsy from their shared wine, it wasn't as though they had drank themselves into a stupor. They knew exactly where they were when they fell asleep.
But now...
Cautiously opening his eyes, Robert found his suspicions confirmed: Wherever the pair were now, it sure wasn't the bed they had fallen asleep in!
Decorated like a young girl's bedroom, the giant chamber seemed to be gently lit from all sides without having any apparent lighting at all. The place was simply illuminated with a pleasantly soft light which seemed to dispel shadows from every corner. From the giant bed on which he and Elizabeth lay through to the giant archway at the far-end of the room, everything was coloured a gentle pink, blue or white shade, with colourful highlights of stuffed animals, pillows or childish furniture scattered about to provide friendly accents. It was if he had been transported to a massive preschooler nursery of some sort.
Looking over to his waking girlfriend, Robert could see that they were both uninjured, intact and unchanged in any obvious way, but everything around them seemed massive in scale by comparison. It was if they themselves were child-sized, with the world about them made for giants.
"W-where are we?" asked Elizabeth, as she to began to take her bearings in this strange new place.
"I don't know," answered Robert with a cautious whisper. "I haven't the slightest idea..."
Tentatively standing on the white satin duvet which covered the giant bed, the young man braced himself against a giant teddy bear and peered about to see if he might spot a clue as to the reason for their arrival in this strange new place.
Glad that he had at least had the modesty to wear boxer shorts to bed the night before, Robert was happy that his girlfriend also had the good fortune to have donned a loose-fitting nightgown before coming to bed the previous evening. Strange as this place was, it would be even more disconcerting to be finding themselves exploring it completely naked.
"Ah!" came a feminine voice from beyond the room's archway. "You're awake!
"Excellent... Excellent! I trust you both slept well?" Watching cautiously as the voice's source stepped through the door, the young couple gasped as they watched a giant woman stride towards them!
Though she appeared to be a person of perhaps the same mid-twenties age of themselves, this giant stood at least four times Robert's height. The young man estimated that if he were standing beside this stranger he might find himself staring a bit above her knee, yet she strode about as if she were a person of normal scale.
This was a complete impossibility!
Disregarding the young couple's amazement, the giant smiled and said "Please, let me introduce myself. I'm Leuwanna, caretaker of this lovely place. And you two are Robert and Elizabeth, aren't you?"
Nodding silently in response, the pair weren't sure just what they should do next. Regarding the giant before them, the two could see she was dressed like a 1950's housewife -- yellow house-dress hugging an abundant frame, clunky high-heeled shoes and well-coifed long hair -- and seemed pleasant enough, but how did she know their names?
"Poor dears," Leuwanna soothed, as she rested her hands upon the white painted wire frame at the foot of the bed. "You two must be so confused!" Pausing to let out a friendly giggle, the giant continued "Well, let me assure you that you're perfectly safe here. I'm here to make your wish come true!"
Glancing at one another with a look nothing short of perplexed, the young couple had no idea what this woman was talking about.
"Oh, you sillies," she teased, while wagging an admonishing finger. "Remember your wish last night? After you rubbed the lamp?" Giggling again as she watched the couple's jaws drop in amazement, the witch continued, "Well, I'm here to grant that wish.
"You wanted to get away from it all. To have endless playtime. To have the freedom of being kids while still enjoying life as adults, right?" Smiling as the two slowly nodded in agreement, the housewife/witch giggled again and answered "Well, here you are! I made this playroom just for you."
Looking cautiously about, Robert asked "But why? Why would you do this?"
"Because it makes you happy," answered the witch with a smile. "I just so happen to have had a spell which only needed a happy couple like yourselves to be complete. After hearing your wish, how could I pass up making your dream come true?"
Watching the couple cautiously exchange glances, Leuwanna waited patiently until the young man continued "So, you just want us to be happy?"
"Yup!"
"And you don't want anything else? No catch? No tricks?"
Giggling again, Leuwanna answered "Not at all! You'll both get all the playtime you want. You can even return home whenever you'd like! That's the witch's code: Whenever you have guests, you have to give them an easy way for them to leave that's completely under their control.
"For you two: The moment you're unhappy and go a full day without a smile, POOF! You'll be back home just at the moment when you put your sweet little heads to bed last night."
"B-but what about our lives?" asked Elizabeth, as she steadied herself to stand beside her boyfriend. "People will miss us. People will worry!"
"Oh, pshaw," said the witch, as she dismissed the young woman's concern with the wave of a hand. "Time doesn't pass in here. Not at all!
"You could spend forever here and not even a moment would pass in the outside world where you came from. On top of that, you'll never age here either.
"You could spend years here if you wanted, and nobody would worry, nobody would be concerned. You can never come to harm here, never be physically damaged, and you would stay young and healthy forever.
"Why, even silly things like Elizabeth's birth control would stay in place here ...*giggle*... if you wanted to enjoy a bit of private playtime yourselves, that is." Finishing that statement with a wink, it was clear the witch knew exactly what would make the pair happy.
Looking at one-another with a blush, the young couple exchanged excited whispers for a minute before Robert asked. "...and we can go home whenever we want? We're not prisoners here?"
"Of course," answered the housewife/witch with a happy trill. "That's the witch's code! I can't let you stay here without having your permission, and it's against the rules to keep you without giving you the power to return home yourselves.
"Like I said: All you need to do is go a day without a smile and -- POOF! -- you'll be back home again. Why, it's guaranteed fun!
"So, what do you say? I'll make your wish come true right to the letter -- witch's promise! -- if you'll accept it.
"Deal?"
Exchanging hurried whispers again for a minute more, the pair couldn't see any problems with that proposal at all. This was just the vacation they had both been hoping for, and it would be the perfect stress-free relaxation together for as long as they wanted.
Turning back to the giant housewife, Robert took his girlfriend's hand in his own and said "Miss Leuwanna, you have yourself a deal!" Looking over to see Elizabeth nodding in agreement, the young man couldn't be happier.
"Yippee!" squealed Leuwanna, as she hopped up and down and clapped her hands in childish excitement. "Why don't you two get to exploring then, hmm? You can't ever come to harm here, so don't worry about a thing.
"Just explore and run about and have fun, fun, fun!"
Leaping down from the giant bed to land upon the padded satin floor, Robert set about doing just that. Motioning for his girlfriend to follow him, the young man rushed from the bedchamber and began to explore the massive multi-chambered playroom laid out before him.
Watching Elizabeth giggling along as she sped off to join her boyfriend, Leuwanna couldn't be happier. Getting them to agree to their wish's acceptance was far, far easier than she had dreamed possible.
"Now, the finishing touches," the witch purred, as she rubbed her hands together in anticipation. "Just one more step to go..."
It had been fun. Robert and Elizabeth couldn't deny that.
Running from room to room, playing with stuffed animals, dressing up in silly costumes, dancing about and enjoying one-another's company was wonderful. There was so much to do and so much to explore that the pair had only seen the very smallest fraction of what appeared to be an infinitely-sized playroom, and at the outset it felt as if they could both go on forever with that silly, worry-free fun. But that was five days ago, or at least five sleeps ago, for all the passage of time could be told by the gentle-light to gentle-dim illumination of this bouncy-castle playroom, and endless playtime had begun to grow a bit dull.
The novelty of the cushiony soft floor had now become an annoyance, with the constant slipping and stumbling upon the satin fabric making it nearly impossible to walk or run without falling childishly about. The alternating hushed silence and tinkling background tunes of different music boxes had also begun to feel a bit too infantile an accompaniment to the adult conversation Elizabeth and Robert had begun to crave. Finally, the ludicrous safety of the place had become a bit wearing: Hard surfaces were few and far between, and all furniture seemed to absorb an occupant with plush softness. Giant chairs. Giant beds. Giant tables and dressers and drawers, all satin or rubber or velvet-padded in their softness. With every couch and chair gently wobbling to the touch as if it were filled with jelly, even the simple action of taking a seat became a scrambling playtime exercise of infantile bouncy-land fun.
Yes, the fun of living in pillowy softness had worn thin. It was time to go home.
After changing back into the original sleeping clothes in which they had arrived from 'the real world', the pair now seemed disconcerted. Sitting down with a frown, Elizabeth motioned to her boyfriend and asked "Is it just me, or is eternal playtime kinda... boring?"
"Nope," answered Robert with a smile. "It's gotten real old, real fast. It was fun, but I guess it's time to get ready for home."
"What was that Leuwanna said," asked Elizabeth. "Just no smiling for a whole day and we'll be sent back?"
"Yup," answered her boyfriend. "That's exactly it. So, we'll just sit around bored out of our gourd for a day and we'll back home the moment the clock strikes the next day.
"Before we do, though... why not have one little bit of fun before we call it quits, hmm?" Tracing a finger up his girlfriend's leg, the suggestion was very clear and very welcome to his partner. Exchanging smiles, the pair gently kissed before making their way to a private encounter behind a row of giant plush teddy bears.
Leuwanna knew she was running out of time. It shouldn't have taken this long, it shouldn't have been this difficult, but now she finally had the summoning invocation to call forth the monsters she had been seeking.
Still dressed in her 1950s housewife garb, the sorceress's attire seemed out of place amongst her books and brews, but she'd not even the time to change outfits. There wasn't a moment to lose!
She knew her 'guests' would grow restless before too long, and she was forbidden by the witch's code to extend their stay past the conditions of their wish. The only interference she was allowed was with her own form, and she'd handled that immediately by scaling herself up to tower above the humans with giant-size scale. Though that wasn't strictly needed for the conditions of her immortality spell, making the two adults feel like children before her made it easier to put them at ease, and it would certainly make it easier to deal with the appropriate monsters needed to keep them company.
Ah, the monsters! Leuwanna had to return to that task. After all, it would only require a day without smiles and the two would be gone forever and, with them, her hopes for immortal youth. It was essential that the young couple stayed. After all, it was their very blood which would provide the power to back her own youthful immortality.
Not truly their blood, mind you, for the two whose youth she would harness would remain youthfully immortal themselves. They would merely act as a mirror to her own life, with the radiant energies of the pair buoying Leuwanna's health through the mortal prism she had constructed in the immense, infantile playroom within which the pair were now happily cavorting.
Still, even with an unlimited selection of toys and activities to choose from, Leuwanna knew that Robert and Elizabeth would soon tire of their visit and yearn once more for the responsibilities which an adult life craved. One single, unsmiling day and the pair would be gone forever and, as that was something the witch simply could not permit, everything hinged on this one last incantation to bring forth the monsters demanded of the immortality spell's riddle.
The interviews had almost been non-stop for the past few days and the sorceress was growing fatigued. As with her human visitors, Leuwanna had to find monsters who would choose to reside in her playroom of their own free will, and the natural behaviour of those monsters had to match the immortality spell's exacting requirements. Otherwise, the sorceress would end up eternally supervising the creature's interactions with her guests, cajoling the beasts to ensure that eight hours of happiness were delivered to the young couple each day. Then, if that vigilance was missed for even a single day, the smiles would stop, the guests would return back to their 'real world' lives as per the conditions of their wish, and Leuwanna's youthful immortality would abruptly cease.
Dozens of monsters had been met and dozens had rejected her offer, or were rejected themselves. One feathery giant insisted upon weekly vacation. Another plump beast proposed simply eating the pair and leaving her teasing tummy to guarantee smiles while she napped. Still another tentacled beast insisted upon furious spankings to ensure a judicious amount of fear from her fleeing prey, mixing tears and laughter in a combination which seemed doubtful to match the immortality spell's needs.
It seemed hopeless. But, after consulting her various bestiaries, Leuwanna finally found a pair of creatures which seemed a perfect fit for the infantile nursery in which her guests now resided. Soft, friendly and perfectly shaped, the monsters would definitely be able to direct the human couple as they pleased, with their size ensuring no chance of defeat should Robert and Elizabeth choose to actively resist.
Indeed, the greatest pleasure for these creatures was derived from the smiles and giggles of others: It was absolute heavenly delight for them! That alone would ensure the monsters would be driven to spend each and every day encouraging the young couple to laugh as much as possible, with the pleasurable rewards granted to the beasts ensuring they would never want to leave their playroom habitat.
Of course, there was negotiation to complete and agreements to be decided upon. Just like the young human couple, any visiting monsters would not have a moment pass back in their home universe while they remained in the magical playroom, so a visit would be easily fit into any creature's schedule. Still, like any thinking creature, they had their reasonable requests and Leuwanna was more than happy to accommodate them.
It was perfect! The young couple, the gentle monsters, the massive magical playroom existing outside of time. All of it would keep the conditions of Leuwanna's immortality spell eternally strong without a single bit of effort required on her part, making the incantation the perfect solution to this puzzle.
"Yes," she hissed, as she found the entry in her book, "these two will do nicely..." With the interviews complete and the contract sealed, the witch had consulted the tome describing how to summon the monsters from their home dimension of Kitch and was now ready for her spell. As per the instructions, the witch cast a dozen pink feathers in the air and danced about the reagents while foolishly giggling and laughing as specified in the Book of Summoning.
"Gitsee, gitsee goo!" she giggled, "Kootchie, kootchie, gitsee .. gee!" For minutes she giggled and danced about the room until, in a puff of pink smoke, the plump beasts finally appeared before her.
Sizing up the pair, Leuwanna grinned happily at her choice. The creatures were absolute giants in scale and the witch was glad she had the foresight to make herself a giant herself, lest the monsters be towering terrifyingly above her now. Dispelling a slight shiver of nervousness despite herself, it was clear the two pink beasts would be an imposing sight to behold from Robert and Elizabeth's child-like perspective.
"Good, very good. You two will do nicely." Leuwanna grinned, then smiled and then laughed at her good fortune. "Oh, yes!" she trilled, "You two will keep Lizzie and Bobby happy forever!"
Listening intently, the monsters giggled in delighted excitement. There was nothing they enjoyed more than happy boys and girls, and having two of their very own to amuse for all eternity was a dream come true!
"Remember, now," admonished the witch, as she sized up the creatures before her. "Your darlings need to stay happy for at least a third of each day, but I'm sure you'll both do much, much better than that..."
Glancing at her magical mirror-of-seeing, the witch could see the young couple were still pleased with their surroundings. Though slightly bored, they were still happy at the moment. If ever there was a time to cast her spell, this would be it!
Turning from the mirror, the Leuwanna consulted her books. Looking oddly out of place in her 1950s housewife garb, the witch continued the incantation and began the final sequence. Dropping a white feather upon the floor and daintily stepping upon it with her left foot, Leuwanna raised her voice and spoke the final incantation.
"Velinaz, nortran, eternum!" and, as she spoke the final words, the young woman was surrounded in a glowing blue light that quickly intensified and then disappeared within her.
"Ahhhh!" she exclaimed, "I feel it! Ahhhhh! I'll be young forever!!" Laughing in celebration, Leuwanna turned to the looking glass's image of the cavorting young couple. "Now, my little ones," she cooed, "so long as you two stay happy, everything will be just fine." Giggling in excitement, the sorceress turned to her servants, "If not, hmmm, I just might have to send you some new friends..."
Tittering girlishly at the witch's comments, the creatures turned towards each other and squirmed their tentacles in delighted anticipation of the fun to come.
Back in the playroom, Robert and Elizabeth had grown tired. Curling up on a giant pillow under a huge yellow happy-face mural, they yawned, lay back and rested for a brief nap. It had been about five hours by their estimation since they had last smiled, and it wouldn't be much more difficult to maintain an unsmiling pose for the remainder of the day. After that, they'd be home once again.
"Hmm?" wondered Leuwanna, as she turned to the mirror, "I felt my strength drop. Do those brats dare to be unhappy? I'll teach them!" and with a wave of her hand, she soon stood before them.
While maintaining stoic faces to ensure their return home, the young couple were still happy to see once again the friendly housewife which greeted them on their first day to this wonderful playroom.
"Hello Leuwanna," said Elizabeth with a deliberately maintained straight face. "Thanks for coming. We've had fun, but we'll be going home now."
"Yeah," chimed Robert. "I can't believe I'm saying it, but I'm tired of running around without responsibilities. It's time for us to go back."
"Home?" asked Leuwanna, as she gestured about. "Why, this is your home now, darlings."
"Eeeeeeeeeeh," responded Elizabeth with a sneer. "Not really. It's been fun, but the whole nursery-room shtick is getting old. We're grateful you've given us this vacation and we're glad to have helped you in the process, but our home is more... real."
"Silly dears," soothed the witch. "You don't want to go back and be pushed around by grownups again, do you? You've been so good, you deserve a playroom like this all to yourselves!
"Why not smile and break the spell for your return home?
"C'mon," she encouraged, as she bent down to regard the reclining pair. "We don't even need a big one. Just a widdle smile. One widdle smile is all Auntie Leuwanna needs from her darlings..."
"No," answered Robert with a firm finality. "We're done here.
"We've given you what you wanted, we've done what we promised, and now we're returning home. Smile-free."
"But darlings," cooed the enchantress, as she playfully wiggled her hips. "This is your home now. You'll just be my little giggly ones forev-"
"No!" interrupted Robert. "We're done. We'd go home NOW if we could, but we'll be happy to wait out the day first as promised."
"Is that it then?" the witch asked, as she stood to place a single hand upon her hip. "You're going to be difficult? You're not going to be happy?"
"No."
"No, we're not."
"Well then," cooed the housewife/witch, as she grinned between tightly pursed lips. "If you insist on being grumpy little children, maybe someone else can cheer you up!" Quickly turning about, Leuwanna snapped her fingers and, in a puff of pink, baby powder-scented smoke, ushered in her two newly-summoned monsters.
Robert and Elizabeth gasped. They'd never seen anything like the creatures which stood before them. Rising more than twenty feet off the floor were two round and cuddly bodies, the pink velvet skin of which appeared to be as inviting to hug as a teddy bear's. With their large bellies undulating gently with each footstep, it appeared as if the creatures were filled with jelly and as soft in substance as they appeared in texture.
Breaking the featureless velvet skin, four noodly arms and two wiggling tentacles emerged from the sides of the giant bodies. Slowly undulating in a distinctly serpentine manner, the satin skin of the appendages made them appear to be smooth and soft to the touch, with the steady, fluid motion of those cuddly coils belying the muscular power behind their softness.
Standing on stubby legs, the monster's soft white socks and black satin mary-jane slippers seemed only to emphasize the goofiness of the large, pudgy feet which slowly paced forward out of the summoning smoke, and the white satin gloves which plumped about the four fingers on each of the monster's four hands added the unreality of a cartoon to the entire ensemble.
What manner of creatures were these? They looked like stuffed animals for a giant child! Glancing at one-another in confusion, Elizabeth and Robert weren't quite sure what to think.
"W-what's going on," asked Robert, as he grasped his girlfriend's hand with concern.
"Why, these are your new friends," soothed Leuwanna as she crouched before the young man. "They might look big and tough, but they just want to have fun!" accentuating the word with a quick pinch at the man's cheek, the sorceress turned to her other guest.
"They're here to take care of you and make sure you're happy little children!" Gently patting Elizabeth's cheek to dispel her concerned stare, the enchantress continued, "They'll make sure you eat when you need to, they'll snuggle you when you sleep and they'll play with you all the time!"
"N-no," answered Robert. "N-no. This wasn't part of the deal. This wasn't in our wish!"
"Silly boy," giggled Leuwanna, as she stood up to her full height before the two diminutive adults. "I have your granted wish right here, transcribed perfectly by the genie who witnessed it." Drawing a piece of parchment from her pocket, the witch carefully unfolded the document and said, "Now your wish was, and I quote: '...to be an adult, to have nothing but playtime, with the only worry in the world being ...*giggle*... how to escape from the tickle monster!' "
Their eyes opening wide, the young couple looked in fright first at the giant creatures before them and then to each other.
"N-no," said Elizabeth. "You can't be serious!"
"Yes, darlings," answered Leuwanna with a mischievous grin. "Your wish has been granted, and you'll be my good little children forever. ...*giggle*... Oooooh, It'll be so much fun! You two will laugh and play together all the time. And, when you're feeling blue, the coochiemonsters will come for you!"
"Yes, Bobby," soothed one of the giant beasts in a sensually feminine voice. "You'll be my little cooch forever."
"Oooooh!" squealed the other, as it gently jiggled in an excited hop. "And Lizzie will be MY cuddly little girl!"
"See?" continued Leuwanna, as she slowly stepped away from her spot between the flabbergasted young couple and the excited pink creatures. "Aren't they nice? ...*giggle*... They just want to play!"
Glancing apprehensively at one of the giant's wriggling fingers, Robert asked in a quavering voice the question he dreaded to hear answered. "W-what... What do they like to play?"
"Why Bobby," answered Leuwanna, as her lips gently parted with a devilish smile. "They just love to play your favourite game. All the nannies here do.
"The coochiemonsters just love to play 'Tickle'!"
"Mmmmmmmm..." purred the two pink beasts in near-unison. "T-tickle!" On hearing the word, the monsters could contain their excitement no longer. Extending their noodly arms further out from their bodies in serpentine coils of satiny softness, the creatures each lifted up a pair of their gloved hands to tease plump fingers about their upper bodies in a lascivious self-massage. Letting out what sounded to be moans of desire as they wriggled the fingers on their remaining hands and twisted their muscular tentacles into floppy bow and valentine heart shapes, the creatures seemed to be momentarily lost in self-delight. Though they couldn't voice it at the moment, the fluffy pink monsters couldn't wait for the fun to begin. Finally, at long last, a boy and girl of their very own to snuggle and tease forever!
Their eyes locked upon the giants, Elizabeth and Robert were paralyzed with fright. Watching the two pink beasts tweak and tease about their bodies as if pinching non-existent nipples, the young woman whispered "Oh my God. Look at their hands! T-they're getting off on this!!!"
"Y-yeah," replied her boyfriend. "This really doesn't look good... I think we're gonna have to try and make a run for it."
"Run?" asked one of the monsters, as it snapped back to attention and ceased its lascivious self-massage. "Running away? Why, Pinkie, are these naughty little children going to try to escape?"
"I do believe so, my dear Fuzzie," answered the other, as it bent towards the couple while poising all four of its hands in a disapproving stance upon its 'hips'. "I think we might be in for a good old fashioned game of 'chase' ...*giggle*... unless they want to be good little children, that is..." Tapping a plump satin-shod foot as if awaiting an answer, the monster remained silently posed as if gazing down upon the pair in matronly disapproval.
Robert's blood ran cold. Though there were no ears, eyes or lips to be seen on the creatures, it was clear these monsters could see, they could hear and, through their disturbingly sensual feminine voices, they could speak. Who knew how long they had been watching and listening to Elizabeth and himself in this bizarre magical playroom. Noticing that the housewife/witch was now giggling in amusement at the monster's antics, the young man shouted "This isn't fair! You lied to us! This isn't what we wished for at all!"
Barely stifling her laughter as she watched the young couple glare up at her in helpless anger, Leuwanna smiled in self-satisfaction and purred "Of course it is, darlings. This is exactly what you wished for, right down to the letter." Bending down to address the diminutive adults while flirtatiously resting her hands upon slightly bended knees, the witch soothed. "Besides, you can leave here any time you want! Just go a day without smiling and you'll be whisked away in an instant.
"That shouldn't be a problem for you little dears at all. That is ...*giggle*... unless you're ticklish..."
Upon hearing that word, the monsters again gasped in delight, extended their noodly arms and resumed their tweaking self-massage. "Ticklish!" they moaned, as their arms and tentacles sensually coiled about in anticipation. "Oh... O-oh! ... Mmmmmm ... T-tickling!" Continuing with their delighted gasps for a few seconds more, the pink creatures soon regained their senses, retracted most of the length of their noodly arms and tentacles back into their plump bodies, and turned their attention back to the frightened young couple before them. Shuffling about on their clumsily large feet as they finally settled themselves down with a giggle, the creatures turned to face Robert and Elizabeth and bent themselves slightly forward as if to look down upon the pair.
"Oh, but that's enough silly talk," soothed one of the beasts, as 'she' gracefully extended 'her' noodly arms outwards as if inviting a hug. Slowly wiggling all sixteen of her satin-gloved fingers, the monster asked "Who wants to have some fun?"
"Yes, darlings," purred the other, as she mirrored her companion's playful gesture. "Who wants a tickle?"
Realizing there was not a moment more to lose, Robert and Elizabeth both turned towards each other and shouted the only option they knew they had left: "RUN!"
As the young man and woman frantically slipped and scrambled through opposite archway exits in a desperate attempt to escape, they could hear Leuwanna's laughter trilling with delight behind them. Everything was unfolding for the witch even better than she had hoped: Her immortality spell's conditions were being met perfectly!
"Goodness me, Pinkie," remarked one of the plump monsters, as it theatrically pivoted about as if to look around the now-vacant chamber. "I do believe those children have run away!"
"Indeed they have, my dear Fuzzie," answered the other, as it too theatrically glanced about the room. "Such naughty little darlings. A naughty, naughty little girl and boy."
"...*giggle*... Well, we do want them to learn how to be good now, don't we?" soothed Fuzzie, as she placed all four hands upon her hips.
"Yes indeed," responded Pinkie, as she turned to head towards Elizabeth's exit. "It looks like we'd better teach the little darlings a thing or two... or four!"
"Goodness yes," said the other, as she turned towards the opposite archway door. "I have so much to teach that naughty little Bobby ...*giggle*... Doesn't he know little children love spending time with the tickle monster?" Striding from the room in slow-speed pursuit, the plump beast called out with a tease "Oh, Bo-bby! You can't hide forever, little one.
"Fuzzie's going to fiiiiiiiind you! And when she do, a certain little boy's going to get some ti-ckle time!"
Watching the plump monsters waddle off in their slow-speed pursuit of the young couple, Leuwanna sighed in contentment. Making herself ready to depart the sealed playroom with a teleportation spell and return to her now-eternal life, the witch mused upon just how wonderfully everything had turned out. Though she would doubtless return from time-to-time over the centuries to deliver the promises requested of her tickle monster minions, there was no further need of her supervision here. The witch's work was done.
"Finally," she mused, as she watched the magical playroom disappear around her. "Everything turned out perfect. Everyone's happy..."
Though they might say otherwise as they fled in fright from their tickle monster pursuers, Robert and Elizabeth no longer had a say in the matter. Having fallen into Leuwanna's trap, they had agreed to the conditions of their wish and now had only one path open to them if they were ever to get themselves home again: Some way, some how, they had to keep from smiling for a few hours more. Otherwise, this satiny soft playroom would be their prison for all eternity.
Having run through a dozen separate chambers, changing her direction of exit each time, Elizabeth was certain she had lost the giant's pursuit. Looking about a large room filled with fluffy stuffed animals, searching for a place to hide, she chose a satiny pillow tunnel through which to crawl. Reaching the middle of the 30 odd feet of tubing, the young woman lay down to rest; gasping at her shortness of breath.
"Got ...*huff*... to find ...*puff*... a way ...*huff*... out!" she muttered as she peered out the tunnel. "Should ...*huff*... be safe ...*puff*... in here...". Laying her head back to rest, the girl had a few minutes of peace during which she thought of ways she might evade the giant tickle monster. If she could manage to hide in small places like this, the young woman thought, the beast would never be able to catch her and she'd be safe from those wiggling fingers. Her tickling babysitter from childhood had been bad enough, and Elizabeth knew she would surely wet herself in hysterics if the giant's tickling appendages ever caught her.
She couldn't allow that to happen: Only a few hours more of unsmiling pouts and both her and her boyfriend would be free of this nightmarishly infantile place.
"Oh, Li-zzie!"
The girl's blood ran cold. Her pursuer's voice sounded closer than ever - how could that monster have tracked her over that slick satin floor?
"Oh, Li-zzie," taunted the giant, as she repeated her call "I'm coming to fi-nd yoooooou..."
Holding her breath, Elizabeth knew she was out of options. Scared, exhausted and completely lost, her only hope was that her hiding spot was a good one. Maybe the beast would continue on through and walk right past her?
"Silly girl," teased the monster, as it continued to draw closer. "You know I'll get you eventually ...*giggle*... why don't you come to Pinkie now and get your tickles, hmmmmm?"
The young woman's heart pounded as she heard the footsteps coming closer. With gentle thumps on the soft pillowy flooring accompanying the monster's taunts, Elizabeth could almost picture the giant's ridiculously plump feet plodding their way through the corridors she had so recently sprinted in fright.
Continuing to call out in her sing-song voice, the monster trilled:
"Come out, come out wherever you are;
"Come out and get your ti-ckle!"
Though one would have thought the monster's playful friendliness would put Elizabeth at ease, she instead found herself terrified by the infantilizing threats cooed by her pursuer. No matter how friendly the creature sounded, it was clear to the young woman that she would be subjected to gentle teasing without end if those satin gloves ever caught her.
"You know," cooed the giant, as she stepped relentlessly closer. "The sooner we start, the sooner we'll get you laughing...
"...*giggle*...
"Aww, who want's a coochie coo? Who wants a gitsee gitsee gee?
"...*giggle*...
"Lizzie does, doesn't she? Lizzie wants... a tickle!"
Closer and closer the sensual voice came, the monster beckoning all the while with its threatening taunts. Acting as if its promised teases would be the most enjoyable thing ever, the friendly smile in Pinkie's voice contrasted devilishly with the horrible fate she promised.
"Mmmmmm... tickles. You'll really like it, I promise!
"There's nothing little girls love more than to be tickled and tickled and tickled silly. You'll see..."
Breathing as quietly as possible, not daring to move a muscle, Elizabeth continued to lay still in her satin tunnel hiding place. Hoping against hope that she'd made the right choice, the young woman focused on remaining absolutely still while she attempted to quell the panic repeatedly kindled by the monster's sensual coo.
"Trying to hide, hmm? Well, that won't work with me ...*giggle*... there's no hiding from the tickle monster..."
Slowly, gradually, the footsteps came closer as the giant's plump satin shoes easily strode across the same floor the young woman had found so slippery upon her bare feet.
"Oooooh, I know all about girls like you," cooed the monster, as she patiently stepped her way closer. "Oh yes! Little flirts, every last one of you ...*giggle*... all cute and soft and ticklish, with such pretty little laughs.
"Goodness! I'll bet your babysitter liked to piggy your cute little toes ...*giggle*... Did she, Lizzie? Did she like to piggy your toes?
"Mmmmm... I'll bet you're just squirming at the thought right now. Squirming and squirming just like you did back then.
"You couldn't ever get away from your babysitter's fingers, could you, sweetie? Could you?
"...*giggle*...
"Nuh, uh! No escape for little Lizzie! Nana would just tickle and tickle and tickle, and you'd just laugh and laugh and laugh..."
The thumping footsteps came closer, the taunting coo grew louder, and Elizabeth was certain the monster was entering her hiding place chamber. She didn't dare breathe!
"Wasn't it fun, Lizzie? Wasn't it fun to be tickled like that? Being a weak and helpless little girl, tickled and tickled while you laughed and laughed and laughed.
"...*giggle*...
"Well, I can piggy your toes too. I can pinch and wiggle each and every one, tickling you better than your sitter ever could. Why, you'll be a little ball of giggles in the tickle monster's arms. Yes you will!
"...*giggle*...
"Now, be a good girl and come out to play with Pinkie...
"Come on...
"Come on...
"Come run to Pinkie on those ticklish little toes. Come to Nana and get your tickle!"
The slow, thumping footsteps continued to grow closer until the tickle monster's taunts seemed to come from right beside Elizabeth's hiding place. Breathing as shallowly as she could, hoping her pounding heart wasn't nearly as loud as she felt, the young woman was frozen in fright!
Waiting in silence as the creature paused to receive Elizabeth's reply, the young woman almost yelped in surprise as she heard 'Pinkie' shift her tone from loving playfulness to one of severe disapproval.
"Well," the monster scolded, as she began to slowly step further away from Elizabeth's hiding place. "What a naughty little girl you are! Not obeying your nanny like that. Why, I ought to spank your wiggly little bum but good!"
Sighing quietly in relief as she heard the monster resume its steps further from her hiding place, Elizabeth tried to ignore the creature's threats and focused on silence. Focused on being as small and silent as possible. Focused on hiding.
"Oh, I think I will, too!" continued the giant, as it threateningly taunted the hidden young woman. "I'll curl you in my snuggly pink arms, hold you over my knee and spank your little bare bum with all four hands!
"Spank, spank, spank! Spank that naughty bum 'til it's bright, bright red!
"...*giggle*...
"Aww, but I couldn't do that! Pinkie loves her little Lizzie -- Oooooh, yes she does! -- and when she finds her, she's just gonna coochie that sweet widdle girl to pieces..."
"Oh, please," hoped Elizabeth, as she heard the taunts grow quiet, "please go away. Please, please please --"
"Ah ha!" exclaimed the monster, from right behind the girl's tunnel hiding place. "What do we have here, hmmmm?' Looking down the pink cushion tube first left and then right, it took little time before the girl saw a tentacle-tip peering in from one of the tunnel's entrances.
"Oh no!"
"...*giggle*... Oh yes, you naughty girl! Nana's found you!" seeing black satin shoes join the wiggling tentacle at the tunnel's far end, the girl thought frantically of escape; but knew there could be none.
"Now, come out, dear," cooed the monster, as an arm reached inside and crooked a white gloved finger towards the young woman. "Come out and get your tickles, you naughty little girl..."
"No!" cried Elizabeth, as she backed away from the beckoning finger. "No! Go away!"
"Well, I never!" answered the beast, as she retracted her beckoning hand. "That's no way to speak to your nanny, young lady.
"...*giggle*...
"It looks like I'll just have to come and get you..." bending down over the satiny tunnel, the monster gripped the structure with all four of her hands and slowly lifted the tube upwards. Angling an open end towards her beckoning tentacles, the nanny taunted, "Oh, Li-zzie! I can see your wiggly fe-eet!
"...*giggle*...
"Oooooh, they're so close. I can't wait to piggy those cute little toes!"
As the pillowy tube angled upwards, Elizabeth scrambled to the far end. Though it seemed hopeless to escape from this trap, she still had to try! Gripping the top edge of the cylinder just before ascent became impossible, the young woman held on for dear life at the top of what had become a steep satin slide.
Hanging on in desperation with both hands gripped tight around the tunnel's rounded edge, the young woman felt near tears as she tried in exhaustion to pull herself up and out of the slippery trap. Meanwhile, at the bottom, the tickle monster waited for her prey.
"Now, darling," purred the giant, as she undulated one of her tentacles in a beckoning wiggle. "Why not be a good girl and slide down to Nana, hmm?"
"N-no..." answered Elizabeth with a tearful whimper. "G-go away!"
"Awww," cooed Pinkie, as she stifled a giggle at the unhappy woman's reply. "Sounds to me like little Lizzie could use some cheering up! Why not slide down to the tickle monster, hmm? Slide on down to her big ol' belly for a nice, friendly hug!"
Ignoring Elizabeth's unhappy silence, Pinkie adjusted her grip upon the satin tunnel and continued her cooing taunts. "Oooooooh, look at those little feet wiggling around up there ...*giggle*... I wonder if they're ticklish..."
On hearing that implied threat, the young woman looked down the pillowy slide to see one of the monster's squirming tentacles slowly advancing towards her! Scrambling about on the slick satin surface, Elizabeth tried to pull herself up and over the edge of the tunnel to escape the slowly approaching danger but found she was still too weak from the giant's chase. Helpless to stop its approach, the young woman could only watch with a whimper as the wiggling tentacle reached her dangling bare feet.
"Hmmm," mused the creature, as her tentacle rose up like a curious snake. "I wonder what these naughty little piggies have been up to. Aside from running from Nana that is...." Playfully gripping Elizabeth's big toe with the tip of her satiny appendage, the monster purred "Well, from what I hear...
"THIS little piggy went to market..."
Feeling the gentle wiggle of the monster's ropey arm, the young woman could only whimper and squirm as the creature's game began.
"And this little piggy stayed home..."
Resisting the monster's gentle touch, Elizabeth bit her lip in determination to keep her composure. She couldn't laugh -- she couldn't even smile -- or else all was lost!
"This little piggy had roast beef... And this little piggy -- awww, poor widdle piggy -- this little piggy had none...
"And this little piggy...
"Well, she wasn't quite like the other little piggies..." Wiggling the final toe for emphasis, the giggling monster asked, "Does Lizzie know what the last little, tiny, teeny, weenie, itsy, bitsy piggy did?"
"N-no..."
"Well, this little piggy was a good little piggy and, when her Nana called her, this little piggy went...
"WEEEEEWEEEEWEE all the way to Nana's arms!"
With the monster skittering the tip of her tentacle all over the sole of Elizabeth's bare foot, the young woman couldn't resist any longer. Feeling her lips almost raise into a smile, she reached down with one hand in an attempt to stop the tickle before it was too late, but served only to lose her grip on the tube's slippery edge. Shrieking in fright as she found herself sliding down towards the giant's plump belly, the young woman landed on the jiggling velvet softness with a gentle 'thump' and quickly found herself snatched and snuggled by the monster's satin-gloved hands.
"Oh, you naughty girl ...*giggle*... You naughty little dear! Don't squirm, I have you snuggly tight! You can't get away from me now..." Cradling Elizabeth in a comfortable hug as she walked to take a seat in a giant-sized, jelly-filled sofa chair, Pinkie continued her playful taunts while caressing her terrified prize.
"Naughty girl," scolded the beast, as she wagged an admonishing finger before her captive's face. "Naughty, naughty girl! Ooooooh, you shouldn't have run away from Pinkie. No, you shouldn't ...*giggle*... Nana's going to have to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
"No, please," begged Elizabeth, as she struggled in the monster's gentle grip. "Please don't!
"Please don't tickle me!"
Chuckling in satisfaction as she plopped herself down upon the wobbling blue velvet seat, Pinkie snuggled her captive into a seated position in her lap and soothed "Of course I'm going to tickle you, darling. It's what you want ...*giggle*... it's what all little children want most of all. And I'm going to give you the best gitsee goo you've ever had just to teach you what happens when naughty little girls run from the tickle monster..."
Gently gripping the young woman's wrists with two gloved hands, the giant lifted Elizabeth's arms over her head while wrapping her ankles in a firm tentacle embrace. Sitting helplessly as she watched two satin gloved hands wiggle their fingers in the air before her, the young woman was frantic. Though her thin nightgown at least provided some modesty, it would serve no protection at all from those devilish fingers. She would be smiling in no time!
"Please..." she whimpered. "P-please don't..."
"Hmm," delighting in Elizabeth's distress, the pink beast mused in a pouting baby-talk voice "I wonder where this widdle girl's the most tick-wish..." With her wiggling satin fingers slowly approaching the young woman's chest, the monster cooed "Maybe it's her widdle tummy, hmm? Do you think so?
"Do you think widdle Wizzie's tummy's tick-wish?"
"No, please!" shrieked the young woman, as she frantically pulled at her satin restraints. "PLEASE! I'll do ANYTHING! I'll be GOOD -- I PROMISE - JUST PLEASE DON'T TICKLE ME!"
Giggling in anticipation, almost tasting the pleasurable sensations which would soon flow through her, the giant beast soothed "Oh, I know you'll be a good girl. Lizzie's gonna be the most obedient girl ever!
"But right now you're a naughty little darling, and naughty little darlings simply must be punished! Coochie, coochie, coooooooo..."
Shrieking in fright as she saw the white satin gloves descend towards her, Elizabeth didn't have even a moment to think before her shrieks for mercy dissolved into hysteric laughter. Bursting into giggles the moment the monster's practiced hands touched her nightgown-covered sides, the young woman knew she was lost.
She had smiled. She had surrendered to Pinkie's wishes. She had doomed her and her partner to stay in this infantile prison, and now she was about to pay the price.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHohohohoho!"
"Mmmmmmmm..." moaned the tickle monster, as she felt the first surge of laughter-induced bliss course through her body. "Yes! Oh, YES! Laugh you n-naughty girl, you..."
It had been so long! Pinkie couldn't recall the last time she had felt the delights of tickle-induced laughter and, now that she had tasted the merest sip of that pleasure, the giggles cascading from her squirming captive seemed a dream come true.
"Mmmmmmm... Yes!" the monster gasped, as she continued to dance her fingers up and down the young woman's sides. "T-tickle you! T-tickle you 'til you're good!" Feeling her senses return after the unexpectedly strong surge of giggle-induced pleasure, Pinkie began to delightedly laugh along with her captive as she gently touched and teased about the young woman's midsection.
"Oooooh," cooed the velvet giant, as she resumed her playful taunts. "Lizzie IS a tickwish girl, isn't she? ...*giggle*... Laugh some more for the tickle monster you gitsee widdle baby.
"Coochie, coochie coooooooooooooooooo!"
Giggling helplessly beneath the caressing touch, Elizabeth squirmed and pulled against the monster's clutching hands and tentacles, but there was no escaping their firm grip. Though the creature's appendages were satiny soft, the monster might as well have locked the girl in steel shackles for all the good her frantic writhing did.
Tickled and tickled in the monster's snuggling embrace, Elizabeth's open-mouthed laughter almost made it appear as though the young woman was having the time of her life! Only the panicked glances from her franticly darting eyes gave any indication of displeasure, but the tickle monster was having too much fun of her own to care about such things.
"Gitsee, gitsee, gee!""
While the young woman wiggled about in hysterics, Pinkie began to vary her attack. Lifting Elizabeth's nightgown to caress a finger against her bare belly, tweaking fingers about exposed knees, and gently groping about the hysteric girl's bare thighs, the coochiemonster delighted in the exploration of her toy. Each new tickle provided a different pleasure, every childish giggle a new flush of bliss! It was as if the woman's laughter was a full meal of forbidden delights, with each and every taste the monster's very own to sample and explore.
"Oooooh!" cooed the giant, as her captive vigorously squirmed in reaction to a finger teased at her hips. "Trying to get away from Nana, hmmm? Well, I'll teach you! ...*giggle*... I think those little ribs just might need some coochies too!"
"Nooohohohohohohohohh!!! NOT MY RIBS! Ahahahahahahahahah!"
"Oh, yes, widdle girl," answered Pinkie, in her baby-talk coo. "Tickle time coochies for Wizzie's widdle wibs!" Lifting her hands to give the ticklish woman a few moment's break from her touch, the monster giggled happily as she slowly wiggled her fingers before her frantic captive's eyes.
"How many do you have, hmm? How many?" Wiggling her fingers in a playfully menacing fashion, the giant delighted in her control. She knew from experience that tickles always seemed worse when a victim had the opportunity to think about the coming teases, and she wanted Elizabeth to know exactly what she was in for. "Should Pinkie count them for you, sweetie? Hmm? Should Pinkie count your wiggly widdle wibs?"
"N-no," gasped the young woman, as sweat beaded at her forehead. "Please, no more. No more tickling!"
Giggling in response to the young woman's desperation, the monster taunted, "Well, someone needs to count those silly widdle wibs, and it looks like it'll have to be me.
"...*giggle*...
"Oh, Lizzie's such a lazy little girl. Lazy, lazy, lazy!
"Lucky for her she has Nana to do everything for her..." Wiggling the fingers of her white satin gloves with a flourish, the monster gently settled her fingertips upon the girl's ribs and slowly began to count.
"Oooooooooone widdle wiggly wib.... twoooooooooooo widdle wiggly wibs ... threeeeeeeee widdle wiggly wibs ..."
Shrieking in hysterics, the girl couldn't even hope to escape Pinkie's attack. Surrounded on all sides by the soft, velvet skin of the tickle monster's body, Elizabeth was comfortably snuggled but completely beside herself with laughter. Feeling as though she was about to lose her mind, the young woman wasn't sure how much more of this torment she could take!
"foooooooour widdle wiggly wibs ... fiiiiiiiiiive widdle wiggly wibs ... siiii -- Oh! ... Oh! ...*giggle*... You naughty girl, Lizzie! You squirmed and I lost my place! ...*sigh*... Now I'm going to have to start all over again."
"NO!" begged the young woman, as she watched the satin fingers descend once more to her sides. "NO! PLEASE! STOP! NOOOOOOohohohohohohohohohoho!!!!"
"Ooooooooooong widdle wiggly wib ... twooooooo widdle wiggly wibs ...*giggle*..."
Having run the direction opposite his girlfriend, Robert had no idea how Elizabeth was faring in her escape. It had only been a few minutes since the couple had scrambled away from the witch and her monsters, but the young man was already hopelessly disoriented and beginning to feel a bit winded from his scrambling sprint.
Bad enough to be fleeing barefoot, the slippery satin bouncy-castle floor of this giant playroom made it almost impossible to gain any traction for running! Although he was in shape and should be easily able to out-distance the slow, meandering walk of his plump purser, the best Robert could do in in his run for safety was a toddler-like stumble as he slid and bounced from padded wall to cushioned chair to satiny tuffet in a disorienting zig-zag run. Sure, he was able to keep his distance from the pink beast, but that distance was slowly being eroded by her relentlessly patient pursuit. Pausing to catch his breath for the dozenth time, Robert could hear the creature's sing-song taunts cooing from close behind.
"Oh, Bobby! ...*giggle*... The tickle monster's coming for you!", heaing the gentle thump of the giant’s slow footsteps from no more than a single room away, the young man turned and fled.
"I'm go-ing to tick-le you," she cooed, emphasizing every syllable in a playful sing-song tease. "I'm go-ing to ... tickl-le you!"
It had been like this from the start. The giant beast cooing her taunts and Robert fleeing as fast as he could from her friendly voice. Was he making his escape, or was this all just a trap?
"You can’t run forever, you naughty little boy, and when Fuzzie catches you ...*giggle*... You're go-ing to get tick-led!"
Taking a deep breath before setting off again, the young man focused on each uneven step as he awkwardly scampered across the bouncy floor. An actual 'run' was truly impossible in this place, and what he'd planned on being a quick sprint-and-hide was beginning to turn into a marathon scramble through the nightmarishly childish satin playground.
"Poor dear," cooed the monster, as she casually sauntered along in pursuit. "Little Bobby must get getting so tired from all this running.
"Well, he could always give up! ...*giggle*... Yes, he could! Give up and come to Fuzzie for his gitsee goo.
"Oh, but he couldn't do that. Giving up would make him a sissy, wouldn't it? A little goody-two-shoes sissy who wants to be cuddled and tickled and teased ...*giggle*... A little sissy baby who wants to be caught by the tickle monster!"
Jumping over a pile of white frilled pillows, Robert slid on the satiny bubblegum pink floor and darted into another room, only to see his plump pursuer entering through the opposite archway just 30 feet away!
"Well, there you are," scolded the giant, as she placed all four gloved hands on her hips, "I've been looking all over for you, you naughty boy you."
Crouching to the floor and extending her arms outwards in flowing serpentine loops, the monster ordered, "Now, you step over here right this instant young man and let my fingers tickle those cute little feet!"
"NO!" shouted Robert, as he swung around to run back the way from which he had come.
"...*giggle*... Oooooh, a chase! I love to play chase!" slowly rising up to her full height, the giant retracted her looping arms a little closer to her body and casually paced after her fleeing prey. "Why are you running, darling? You know the tickle monster's gonna getcha anyways..."
Running as fast as he could, the young man leapt over a fuzzy blue couch and darted past a pile of giant teddy bears. After scrambling through four more rooms, following maze-like twists and turns, Robert turned around see -- Oh no! -- the tickle monster slowly walking towards him with four noodly arms outstretched.
"See Bobby? ...*giggle*... You'll never get away from the tickle monster, no matter how much you run." Slowly pacing forward with seemingly infinite patience, the giant cooed "Now, be a good little boy and come to Mummy Fuzzie for your tickle..."
"Nooooooo! ..*gasp*... Get away!" Turning again to bolt back down the hallway from which he had just arrived, Robert wasn't sure how much more of this pursuit he could take. On top of growing tired, it seemed this monster could anticipate his moves perfectly. After so much time spent in this horridly infantile playroom, Robert would have thought he'd know this place by heart, but each room he entered seemed to be different than the last!
How large could this playroom prison be?!
Giggling from close behind, the pink giant cooed "You know, a little birdie told me that someone's auntie used to play tickle games too..."
"That damn lamp!" muttered Robert, as he scrambled down another hallway. Remembering the witch's description of how their antique lamp was used to collect the words and wishes of anyone who spoke nearby, the young man wondered just how much he and his girlfriend had unknowingly shared in front of that magical listening device their last night in 'the real world'.
"Ooooh," continued the giant, as she teased along with her slow-speed pursuit. "She liked to give Bobby kissies, and she liked to give him huggies ...*giggle*... and she'd tickle and tickle and tickle him until he'd piddle his pants with glee!"
Angered to hear his childhood humiliations recounted by the pursuing beast, Robert wasn't about to take the creature's bait and respond. That'd just tell her where he was! Best to just try and ignore her taunts and focus on escape.
"Oh, and she had great big boobies too! Didn't she, Bobby?
"Big bouncing boobies, all jiggly and soft ...*giggle*... Just the perfect thing for cuddling ticklish little boys..."
Darting down another hallway, Robert just barely avoided cursing aloud as he slipped and fell yet again on the slick satin flooring. Bouncing up against a well-padded wall, the young man paused a moment to listen for the gentle thump of the monster's slow footsteps and turned to run in the direction he hoped led furthest from them.
"Bobby loved those boobies, didn't he? He loved the way they wiggled and jiggled whenever Auntie laughed..."
Darting down another satin-lined hallway, Robert was starting to think he might have actually lost his pursuer. Pausing for another moment to catch his breath, he almost yelped in fright when he heard the monster's voice cooing from ahead!
"Auntie laughed a lot, didn't she? A little birdie told me she'd laugh almost all the time!
"Oh, but she'd get especially silly when it came time for tickles. Wouldn't she, Bobby?"
Turning yet again to run back the way he came, fleeing from Fuzzie's voice, Robert cursed under his breath and marveled at the ridiculousness of his situation. Here he was, a grown man, all but naked in his boxer shorts, running from a giant velvet monster. A monster who delighted in recounting his embarrassments from childhood. How crazy was that?
"There you are, darling!"
Robert's blood froze. The monster's seductive voice sounded as though it was coming from right behind him!
Quickly glancing over his shoulder to gauge how far away the giant might be, the young man found himself nervously stumbling off-balance and falling to his knees on the uneven satin floor.
Oh, crap! She was just a few steps away!
"Silly Bobby," teased the beast, as she slowly began to pace towards her kneeling prey. "He's such a clumsy little boy..."
Scrambling to stand back up again, the young man was paralyzed with fright as he watched Fuzzie slowly waddle her way towards him. Her soft mary jane slippers hypnotically thumping upon the cushioned floor, her long noodly arms rhythmically undulating with her words, her soft velvet body gently jiggling with each patient footstep, and her satin gloved hands beckoning invitingly with a promise of certain hysteria in their grasp.
"That's it, darling. That's a good boy... Come to Auntie Tickle Monster for some fun!"
'Auntie Tickle Monster?!?!' Snapping back to reality as he heard that familiar phrase, Robert turned and ran with every ounce of strength he had. Feeling Fuzzie's satin fingers touch his bare back as he bolted for safety, the young man knew he had just barely escaped the creature's clutch.
"That's what she'd called herself, wasn't it, Bobby? 'Auntie Tickle Monster' ...*giggle*... Oh, how adorable!"
Slipping on the floor as he bolted down a hallway to the left, Robert scrambled immediately to the right in the hopes a zig-zag would lose the pursuing giant. Yet, when pausing to catch his breath, the young man could still hear the gentle thump of Fuzzie's footsteps as she continued her casual pursuit.
"She'd giggle when she said it, too, wouldn't she? She'd giggle and laugh, with her big ol' boobies jiggling and bouncing as she came after Bobby for kisses and hugs.
"Poor little boy ...*giggle*... He'd run and he'd run, but there'd be no getting away from Auntie. Nuh, uh! Not when she decided it was tickle time..."
Having regained his breath, Robert ran again. Trying to ignore Fuzzie's words while still using her voice as a clue for her position, the young man was hating his pursuer more and more with every cooed reminder of his past. He knew the monster was just trying to goad him into responding, but her taunting words were also making him feel hopeless about his situation now, which was probably her goal all along!
"Oh, it was so funny for Auntie," continued Fuzzie, as she cooed with a mocking pout. "The way Bobby would try to get away, the way he would run and hide ...*giggle*... Oh, he'd run and he'd run, but there was no getting away from Auntie Tickle Monster. Nuh, uh! Not ever."
Robert tried to ignore the giant's words, but they struck too close to home. Distractedly stumbling into another padded wall as he again thought back to those long-ago days of helplessness, the young man cursed under his breath and tried to focus on escape. But could he? The monster's cooing patter was reminding him more and more of those hopeless chases from childhood, with his current situation unpleasantly similar to those desperate afternoons fleeing from his aunt's cloying touch.
"Oh, I'm sure you remember like it was yesterday," soothed the giant, as she continued her slow-speed pursuit. "Auntie would laugh and she'd laugh as she called out for her Bobby. Called out for playtime and coochie coo fun.
"Wiggling fingers and puckered lips, and those great big boobies, all wobbly and bobbly, just waiting to smother a boy with tickle time love..."
Pausing again to gasp in breathlessness, Robert wasn't sure how much longer he could run! There was no point in hiding - the monster seemed to know exactly where he fled - but exhaustion was starting to overcome him. Where else could he go?
"Silly boy," cooed the giant, as Robert watched her plump satin-shod foot step out from a nearby archway. "There's no getting away from a tickler!"
Letting out a squeak of panic, the young man turned and ran again. Tired, scared, and with his legs weak with exhaustion, the nightmarish way in which he slipped and slid upon the soft satin floor seemed to make the monster's slow-speed pursuit all the worse.
"Scampering away again? Oh, dear! Fuzzie's starting to think Bobby's avoiding her!
"...*giggle*...
"But we both know it's because he's shy, isn't it? Shy little boy, all embarrassed about getting his huggies and his kissies and his tickles.
"...*giggle*...
"It's such a shame I don't have great big boobies too! I'm sure my little darling would just run to Fuzzie for huggies then, just like he would have done for his Auntie, if he wasn't so shy that is..."
Continuing her teasing patter as she slowly paced after the scrambling lad, the tickle monster stayed close behind her target, almost within arm's reach, as he slipped and skidded about on the soft, bouncy-castle floor.
"Nope, no boobies for me," the giant lamented, as her satin hands playfully patted her 'chest'. "Fuzzie's just a silly ol' tickle monster, all soft and snuggly and round...
" ...*giggle*...
"How could we fix that, hmm? What to do... What to do...
"Oh, I know! We could play dress-up!
"I could be your big booby auntie and you could be ...*giggle*... Auntie's Sissy Bobby Piddles."
That name! Oh, hell, how did she know that humiliating name! Robert knew for certain he'd never told a soul about it, so how did this monster know?
Trying to block out the giant's words, acutely aware that a single slip would find him snatched up in the monster's arms, Robert dashed around one corner and then another, bolting down a long hallway and into a round pillow-filled room.
Pausing to look for an exit, the young man looked to his left and to his right and found that there wasn't one! This room had only one entrance and standing in it was...
"There you are, my naughty little darling! ...*giggle*... See, Bobby? No matter how far you run, I'll always getcha. No matter where your sweet widdle piggies carry you, I'll always find you when it's tickle time..." Wiggling her fingers in an open armed hug, the monster stood in the doorway and soothed, "Now, be a good boy and come to Fuzzie.
" ...*giggle...
"Come to Auntie Tickle Monster for some coochie coo fun!"
"No! ...*gasp*... Get... away...." backing against the far wall, tired and out of breath, Robert again looked around for an exit and could see that there was none. He was trapped!
"Poor, tired little boy," soothed the giant, as she slowly paced forward on her pudgy mary janes. "You know you can't get away. It's silly to even try!
"Why not give up, hmm?" Wiggling the fingers on all four of her hands, the giant purred, "You know you want to. Just give up like a good little sissy.
"Give up and come to Auntie..."
As he opened his mouth to spit out a profanity-filled retort, Robert halted when he heard a far-off sound. It was his girlfriend's voice, shrieking in the distance. Begging for mercy, begging for release and then, laughing. Ticklishly laughing in helpless squeals of hysteria.
"Oh, my!" remarked Fuzzie, as she turned and cupped a hand to the side of her 'head' as if listening to the distant shrieks. "It sounds like little Lizzie's having fun already..."
Yes, Elizabeth had laughed. She had smiled, and the young couple were now doomed to remain in this infantile playroom for at least another day.
Though crushed to hear that distant laughter, Robert couldn't blame his girlfriend for submitting. If it wasn't Elizabeth, it would have been himself who giggled and kept them imprisoned here. It just took a grin, after all. Whoever had been caught by these monsters first would surely be laughing within moments of capture, and the young man could see his own time had run out.
His shoulders slumping in defeat and feeling a tear come to his eye, the young man knew he was caught.
"Awww," cooed the giant, as she returned attention to her prize. "Poor widdle Bobby seems so unhappy. How can we fix that, hmm?"
Attempting to regain his dignity, the young man wiped his eyes and stood as tall as he could. He might have been caught, but he wouldn't be defeated!
Tittering in response to the young man's actions, Fuzzie clasped her hands and cooed "How Adorable! Such a silly little dear ...*giggle*...
"Now, darling, I'm sure you remember Auntie Tickle Monster's rules: We can keep playing 'chase' 'til Nana catches you, or you can come to her for your tickle like a good boy ...*giggle*... So, will Bobby be a good little sissy? Hmm?
"Will he come to Auntie for his tickle?"
Warily watching the monster's undulating arms, observing the creature's gently wiggling fingers with as much calm as he could, Robert knew he had to make a break for it. He had to try!
Pushing himself from the padded satin wall, the young man darted around the monster's plush body and ran for the room's only exit. Step after step he kicked against the pillows scattered about the floor, gaining as much speed as he could in an attempt to avoid Fuzzie's clutching arms, until a serpentine tentacle gently wrapped about his bare ankle, bringing him crashing down to the pillow-covered floor.
"Ooopsie!" squealed the giant, as she casually turned about and walked towards her ensnared captive. "Silly little boy had a tumble ...*giggle*... Oh, so silly.
"Such a silly, ticklish little boy..."
Reaching down to his ankle, Robert attempted to pull free of Fuzzie's tentacle but was quickly lifted upwards by the slender probe. Dangling upside-down while being passed along to the beast's open arms, the young man felt like a little girl's rag-doll as his arms and legs uselessly flailed about in the air.
"That's it," cooed the giant in her sing-song voice. "Come to Auntie Tickle Monster for your pun-ish-ment..."
"N-NO!" thrashing about as the creature's satin hands gently grasped about his ankles and wrists, Robert was helpless to stop Fuzzie as her two tentacles began to gently poke at his bare belly.
"Tick-le, tick-le, tick-le!" she sang, as the nimble probes wriggled against the young man's skin. "Tick-le tick-le tick-le time!"
Feeling an involuntary grin growing at his cheeks, Robert was shocked to discover just how effective a tickler this clumsy looking beast turned out to be. It was no wonder his girlfriend had fallen to helpless laughter as quickly as she did!
Thrashing against the monster's clutch as the creature drew him into a close snuggle against her warm velvet skin, in just a few seconds Robert swore loudly, grinned stupidly, and then began to giggle with a simpering squeal.
"Tick-le, tick-le, tick-le!" teased Fuzzie, in her sing-song voice. "Tickles for the naughty boy!"
Feeling giggles quickly envelop him, the young man could watch but was unable to stop as the nimble tentacles gently teased beneath his arms, down his sides, under his thighs and down to his bare feet.
"Oh!" gasped the monster, as waves of pleasure cascaded through her body along with Robert's growing laughter. "Oh! Oh, yes! Tickle you! T-TICKLE you!
"T-TICKLE this naughty boy!"
Squealing with giggles as the creature's tentacles gingerly teased their way up and down his bare feet, Robert shook his head from side to side in an attempt to drive away the ticklish sensations, but his actions served only to amuse his captor.
"Oh, he's so silly," teased Fuzzie, as her tentacles again gingerly poked about the young man's midsection. "Thinking he could get away from a tickler.
"...*giggle*...
"Silly boy," she cooed, as she continued her gentle pokes. "Silly, ticklish little boy...
"Fuzzie was going to go easy on you. Yes, she was! ...*giggle*... Just an itsy bitsy tickle for Bobby today. Oh, but this naughty boy just had to run away, didn't he? He had to run and run from his tickle time fun ...*sigh*... now Mama has to punish!"
Robert knew the creature was lying, just like his aunt used to whenever she caught him after a chase, but it didn't make the tickles any easier to bear. Shrieking in open-mouthed laughter as the giant gingerly wrapped his ankles together with one of her serpentine tentacles, the young man's torment grew even worse as Fuzzie's two free hands reached up to gently tweak and tease at his sides.
"Punish you," scolded the monster, as Robert's laughter granted her another gush of bliss. "P-punish this n-naughty boy...
"Yes. Oh, yes!
"T-tickle! T-tickle tickle! Oh YES! TICKLE!"
Blushing at his cascade of giggles, the young man's humiliation at being treated in such an infantile manner was only magnified by the giant's obvious delight at his response. Frustrated beyond belief with the knowledge that Fuzzie was deriving sheer pleasure from his torment, Robert could only shriek helplessly as the creature drew wave after wave of bliss from his laughter.
"Coochie, coo!" she sang in delight, as a single tentacle tip teased at the soles of her captive's wrapped bare feet. "Coochie coochie coo!"
Looking to any outside observer as if he was having the time of his life, Robert shrieked and laughed in open-mouthed hysteria as the tickle monster gingerly touched and teased about his bare skin. He tried to protest. He even tried to beg! But, just like those long-ago days in his aunt's clutches, the young man could only squeal with giggles in response to the creature's gentle touch.
"Oh, you naughty, n-naughty little thing," cooed the monster, as she momentarily paused her tickles to cuddle Robert to her soft velvet body. "The feelings you're giving dear old Fuzzie ...*giggle*... If you only knew!"
With his head lolling about in open-mouthed delirium, the young man was in no position to reply. Slumped in exhaustion as he lay entwined in the velvet monster's arms, Robert's rested against the soft belly of his captor and silently endured the creature's fussing attention as she recounted her delight.
"Oh, Fuzzie's so very happy to have you," she squealed, as her giant satin-gloved hand gently cupped the lad's chin. "Happy, happy, happy! ...*giggle*... Bobby's the best little tickle toy ever!"
Resting against the creature's warm velvet skin, the young man passively listened to his captor's cooing attention as his muscles rested in languid exhaustion. With her playfully seductive feminine voice thrumming from somewhere within her plump pink body, Robert felt the sensation of Fuzzie's speech as though her words were surrounding him. Much like the noodly satin arms which firmly snuggled him close, the creature's playful patter almost seemed to hug him with sound as the monster's soft satin gloves gently massaged his exhausted muscles.
"Such a delicious boy," the giant purred, as her hands lovingly caressed his skin. "Such a scrumptious, delightful, tasty little treat!" Giggling childishly as she cradled her exhausted captive, Fuzzie sighed in contentment and hugged the young man close.
"Oh, if you only knew," the creature mused, as she cuddled her captive like a cherished possession. "If you only knew the delicious things you do for dear ol' Fuzzie ...*sigh*...
"Some day. Yes, some day Auntie Tickle Monster can tell her darling Bobby all about it ...*giggle*... Once he's grown up to be a big boy, that is..." As the giant wiggled a plump satin finger over the front of the young man's boxer shorts for emphasis, it was clear to Robert exactly what the monster meant, but he wasn't about to open his mouth and deny the innocence she assumed.
"Oh, but Bobby doesn't need to concern himself with such silly grownup things, does he? All he needs to know is that he's Auntie's yummy tickle treat ...*giggle*... and that she's going to keep him happy all day long..."
Distracted once again by a faint voice in the distance, Robert could hear his girlfriend frantically begging and then shrieking with helpless laughter as her monster captor presumably resumed her gentle torments.
"Oh, goodness," remarked Fuzzie, as she too turned her body as if listening to the distant laughs. "Isn't Pinkie lucky to have found someone as ticklish as Lizzie? They're having so much fun together ...*giggle*... I'm sure there's never been a cuter couple than those two."
Turning attention back to her captive, the monster raised a closed satin-gloved hand above Robert's cuddled body and asked, "Why don't we have a little more fun too, hmm?"
Squirming in the giant's clutches for a few frantic moments, the young man again found himself snuggled outstretched upon the monster's belly. His wrists gently grasped above his head in two of the creature's gloves, his feet entangled by a single tentacle as if locked in stocks of satin rope, and his bare chest helplessly exposed to the monster's touch.
"N-no..." he whimpered, as he watched a single finger of the giant gloved hand slowly extend itself outwards in a playful point. "P-please..."
Pausing a moment to quietly giggle to herself, the tickle monster slowly wiggled her extended finger and resumed her teasing coo. "Gootchie, gootchie," she teased, as her wiggling finger began to descend towards the restrained lad's bare chest. "Gootchie, gootchie, goo..."
"P-please," repeated Robert, as he squirmed in the giant's gentle clutch. "Please, no more. No more!"
"Gitsiee, gitsee," taunted the beast, as her satin finger began to slowly trace its way around the lad's belly. "Gitsee, gitsee, gee..."
"P-please..."
"Aww, just a smile," pouted Fuzzie, as her finger continued its methodical stroke up and down her captive's bare chest. "Just one widdle bitty smile. That's all the tickle monster needs to start.
"Won't Bobby be a good boy and give Auntie a smile?"
"N-no..." wiggling about, shaking his head from side to side, Robert tried to deny the sensations which welled up within him once more, but it was no use! The more the monster stroked, the more she gently teased, the wider and wider his lips began to spread as an impish grin slowly pinched its way across his blushing cheeks.
"Oh? Is that a grin I see?"
Shaking his head again, trying to dismiss the childish simper which spread tight across his lips, Robert didn't want to give his tormenter the satisfaction of an easy victory, but it seemed his resistance was delighting her just as well.
"That's it," encouraged the giant, as her finger continued its slow and methodical trace. "That's a good boy. Who's a ticklish baby, hmm? Who's a ticklish little dear?
"Bobby is, isn't he?"
Shaking his head again, biting his lip to stifle a childish squeak, Robert knew he was playing the monster's game perfectly, but what else could he do? Answer her?
"Coochie, coochie, coo..."
Squirming again, the young man shut his eyes tight and pulled against Fuzzie's restraining satin clutch with the little strength remaining to him, only to find himself squealing with a surprised laugh as he felt a gentle pinch.
"Gitsee, gitsee, geehee..."
Opening his eyes wide with ticklish shock, Robert could see two of the monster's gloved hands daintily poised above his chest. With two fingers on each hand gently pinching together in playful anticipation, the white satin gloves were descending one after the other to gently tweak his bare nipples.
"I'm tick-le-ing you..."
First left, then right, then left, then right. Slowly, methodically, the monster gave a gentle ticklish tease, with each flirtatious pinch and sing-song coo bringing the young man closer and closer to the betraying laughter against which he so desperately fought.
"The tick-le mon-ster's tick-le-ing you..."
Shaking his head, gritting his teeth against what was now a tight-lipped smile, Robert knew he couldn't last much longer.
"She's tick-le-ing your nip-ples ...*giggle*... she's tick-le-ing your pret-ty nip-ples..."
As he felt one of the monster's tentacles resume a gentle caress against his bare belly, the young man knew he was done for. Feeling a quiet chuckle rising up from his chest, his smile turned into a titter, then a giggle, then a helpless open-mouthed laugh as the monster gingerly pinched and teased about his bare chest with her devilishly precise caress.
"Mmmmm, that's it," Fuzzie soothed, as her captive began to shake with involuntary mirth. "Let it out. Let it all out.
"Be a good little boy and laugh for the tickle monster..."
Squirming about in the giant's grasp, Robert tried again and again to dodge her satin gloves, but there was no avoiding their dainty pinch. To the left and to the right they darted to gently tease at the young man's sensitive nipples, with their playful attack absolutely impossible to avoid.
"Gootsie, gootsie, gum gums," sang the monster, as she continued her caress. "Tick-le, tick-le, tick-le time!"
Babbling with open-mouthed hysteria, Robert yanked and squirmed against the creature's clutching grip, but his struggles only seemed to excite his tormentor more. Hearing satisfied giggles and sighs punctuating the monster's tickle-time tease, it was clear to the young man that Fuzzie was deriving absolute delight from his involuntary laughter, and that her pleasure grew stronger and stronger as the desperation of his struggles increased.
"Tickle tickle! ...*giggle*... Coochie, coochie, coo!"
Looking as if he were having the time of his life, Robert's shrieking laughter belied his internal torment. Just like those long-ago afternoons in his aunt's infantilizing company, the young man felt the mortifying humiliation known only to those unfortunate enough to find themselves ticklishly helpless in a tormentor's gentle grasp.
Unable to suppress his reactions as Fuzzie effortlessly coaxed wave after wave of hysteric laughter from his lips, Robert squirmed childishly and babbled nonsensical shrieks for mercy as the monster gently tweaked and teased about his sensitive skin. With all dignity and self-composure lost, the young man's life had been reduced to that of a simple toy. A toy which squirmed and giggled for the pleasure of his nimble-fingered owner.
"Mmmmm, yes. Oh, yes! Simply delightful.
"...*giggle*...
"Give us more of that n-naughty laughter, you delicious little boy..."
Yes, just like those endless afternoons with his aunt, the tickle monster was in complete control, and Robert was unfortunate enough to have absolutely none. Unable to speak, unable to squirm free, the only thing the young man could do was laugh and laugh for the pleasured amusement of his captor.
"Mmmmm... Oh, so tasty! Such a giggly little treat!
"Let's have some more, shall we?"
As he felt the monster's second tentacle begin to gently brush up and down his bare feet, the young man childishly squealed with ticklish panic. With his ankles wrapped about in single loops of the giant's serpentine bonds, it felt as if he were restrained by satin shackles, with his only available movement being a pathetically squirming wiggle against the monster's soft velvet belly.
Surrendering to the dainty tentacle as it gingerly teased itself over his sensitive soles, Robert opened his mouth wide in hysteric shrieks of humiliated laughter as he granted his new owner another taste of involuntary mirth.
"Mmm, it tickles so much, doesn't it?" taunted the pink giant, as her tentacle continued its methodically slow tease. "Tickles and tickles your pretty little feet.
"Poor, little boy ...*giggle*... so helpless and weak! Thought he was a big boy before the coochiemonster caught him, didn't he?
"Hmm? Didn't he?
"...*giggle*...
"Well, we know the truth now, don't we? Bobby's just a silly little darling who likes to wriggle and giggle for the tickle monster. How lucky for him!
"Coochie, coochie, coo ...*giggle*... Gitsee, gitsee, gee!"
Shrieking in hysteric despair, Robert was beyond denying the pink giant's words. Trapped in this infantile playroom of involuntary happiness, it appeared his Aunt's long-ago threats of endless laughter had finally come true. But the young man would never have dreamed it would all happen in literal truth, with those torturous teases delivered with great delight by the devilishly nimble touch of a genuine tickle monster.
"Goochie, goochie ...*giggle*... Tickle, tickle, tick-le time!"
(to be continued..?)