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After Nikki's heel turn betraying her sister for "having all the attention", they settle issues on a match and things don't end up well for Nikki as Brie leaves victorious of the encounter. However not accepting defeat Nikki is unable to keep her mouth shut.

"You traitor, I will have my revenge, you will pay for everything you have done to me all these years, you will pay for everything you stole from me!"

Brie is tired of her sister's nonsense, even having won she still was furious about Nikki's infantile behavior, she for some reason decides to take off her boots of and run back towards the ring surprising both Nikki's and the audience which went ballistic. Brie jumps to the ropes from outside of the ring and holds on to them as she violently shoves her foot on Nikki's face.

"You can have this!" "Enough is enough, Nikki. You always wanted everything handed to you and got annoyed whenever things didn't went the way you wanted, have you ever did anything for it?" She shouts as she rubs her foot all over her sister's face for her sister's disgust and humiliation.

"Maybe rather than accusing me of always being the preferred one, me who always protected you, you should have tried to have some talent of your own to begin with, but no, you only know how to whine and play the victim, that's what losers do and why your place is by my smelly feet."
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This was a request from more than one person if I remember correctly but most recently I was asked to make a fake of Jennette by Matthew1930.
Enjoy :)
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This is another request I received a few days ago from Lovebe. Truth be told, I wanted to see this one done just as much. Victoria Justice is towards the top of my favorites list. Enjoy
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With Divergent coming onto the scene, Jennifer Lawrence wants Shailene Woodly to know that she's still the top dog at the box office. Unbeknownst to Jennifer, Shailene didn't exactly find her tactics to be all too punishing. Enjoy.
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I did a couple quick fakes of Emma Stone. I hope they are received well. Enjoy :)
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I seemed to have found time to get this request in. Thanks to THEMANYYEAR2012 for the suggestion.
As always, enjoy :)
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Many thanks to adorable :iconpersephone20: for her great pics for my page! :love:
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Summer Rae Feet
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Hey guys!!

Finally back, uploading 3 fakes i've had for a while, but i was never satisfied with them.
I edited them a bit and think it's time to show em.
Fake 1 of 3, Miley Cyrus, before she turned into an idiot.

Greetz,
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Another fake I made several years ago!
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selena gomez feet tickled fake she is in stocks
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Note: IT'S NOT MINE - IT WAS MADE BY ONE OF THE GREATEST CELEBRITY TICKLING FAKES MAKERS - GARGALESIS
Disclaimer: I do not own this image in any way!
Author: ©Gargalesis

Kim Kardashian tickled
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Note: IT'S NOT MINE - IT WAS MADE BY ONE OF THE GREATEST CELEBRITY TICKLING FAKES MAKERS - GARGALESIS
Disclaimer: I do not own this image in any way!
Author: ©Gargalesis

Julianne Hough tickled
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Anna: Um, Elsa? Do you want to build a snowman now?

Elsa: Not until you lick my feet clean.

Anna: Okay fine...I didn't know being a foot slave involved this.

Elsa: Well Anna, it's your fault for accepting my proposal, now clean my sexy toes until they are shining with sparkles!

I really enjoyed the movie Frozen, particularly because of princess Anna and queen Elsa. I started this drawing back in March, but recently started working on it again and now it's finished! This was hard because I had to kind of convert 3D to 2D which is something I had no experience in. Luckily, it turned out to be good! Some minor mistakes but nothing too big.


********THIS IS NOT INCEST********
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After Nikki's heel turn betraying her sister for "having all the attention", they settle issues on a match and things don't end up well for Nikki as Brie leaves victorious of the encounter. However not accepting defeat Nikki is unable to keep her mouth shut.

"You traitor, I will have my revenge, you will pay for everything you have done to me all these years, you will pay for everything you stole from me!"

Brie is tired of her sister's nonsense, even having won she still was furious about Nikki's infantile behavior, she for some reason decides to take off her boots of and run back towards the ring surprising both Nikki's and the audience which went ballistic. Brie jumps to the ropes from outside of the ring and holds on to them as she violently shoves her foot on Nikki's face.

"You can have this!" "Enough is enough, Nikki. You always wanted everything handed to you and got annoyed whenever things didn't went the way you wanted, have you ever did anything for it?" She shouts as she rubs her foot all over her sister's face for her sister's disgust and humiliation.

"Maybe rather than accusing me of always being the preferred one, me who always protected you, you should have tried to have some talent of your own to begin with, but no, you only know how to whine and play the victim, that's what losers do and why your place is by my smelly feet."
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Happy belated New Year.

Taylor Swift puts Katy Perry through a little Superbowl pregame training to "help"
her prepare for the big halftime show.

Hope you guys like.

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Tsunade and Naruto are playing a game called "Hide, Seek, Capture, and tickle".

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Naruto and Tsunade (c) Kishimoto

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The following story takes place during the first episode of Soul Eater, where Maka and Soul break into Blair's house. Blair gets ready to fight the intruders and take Soul away from Maka. Welcome to my edit of the story (A.K.A. how it should've gone >w<)

Blair springs up from the soapy bath water and onto her feet, springing right into hee skin thight black dress and cute witch hat. "Why don't you be a good little girl and give that scythe to me?" Blair mocks. Maka narrows her eyebrows and looks at the witch, "after we take your soul, this 'scythe' will become much more. A death scythe." Maka states. Blair than wipes the grin off of her face and chants
"Pumpkin, pum-pumpkin, Halloween Canon!!" as a bright orange ray beams from her hand and explodes towards maka and soul. Silence afterwards.

Maka picks her head up in the debris and dust, in search for soul. Maka looks up only to see Blair, walking towards her. Makas heart begins to beat faster as she makes an attempt to get up. As soon as she does, Blair sleeves extend and tie up maka. Blair's sleeves hold her belly up, as she struggles to get out. "Rrrrggg.... Blair! Let me go!!" Maka yells. "Not so fast girly, I need your little scythe friend, so how bout you just give up?" Blair says with a sly smile on her face. As Maka continues to struggle harder, her shirt begins to roll upwards,  and her skirt falls downwards a bit. Makas soft, white hips and belly are exposed to the witch, but Maka doesn't even notice. "Hmm?" Blair tilts her head as she notices her belly button is also exposed. Blair then pounced onto maka and begins caressing and massaging her hips. "W-w-what the hell are you d-doing??  Let go of me y-you pervert!" Maka yells as she begins to sea her hips at Blair's gentle touch. "Oh how adorable, are your hips moving cuz you like it little girl?" Blair mocks Maka once again. Makas face flushes red as she yells "A-Are you insane?? I hate it!!". Well, that wasn't enough to stop the witch.

Blair begins to giggle as she brings her body closer to Makas as she begins to run her soft hands up and down in her sensitive belly. Maka gives up to the powerful witch and the bondage she has been tied in. "Here! How bout we lift this shirt up some more?" Blair says as she tucks up makas shirt over her ribs, as she drools at the sight. Blair sticks her tongue out and takes a long, wet lick across Makas belly. "Ahhhhhnnn!" Maka yelps in surprise as she arches her back. Blair giggles at the sight of Makas body squirming as she takes her hands and spreads Makas navel out with her fingers. "Mmmm, uhhhnn...n-no....stop!" Maka lays her head back, defenseless and closes her eyes. "Wow! Was that a moan I heard? You're enjoying this aren't you?" Said Blair. "What?! N-no! This is torture!" Maka yells in embarrassment. Blair then dips her finger into Makas belly button and swirls her finger in little circles. "Uuuhhhnn....my....belly....mmmm~" Maka began to breathe heavier. Blair licks her index finger and sticks it back into Makas belly button, sliding it in and out of her tight navel, making sexy squishing noises. "Yeah...mmmm... you like that?" Blair asks as she fingers Makas navel even rougher, pumping her finger tip in and out if Makas navel center. Maka begins moaning harder, arching her back further, grinding her thighs together in the enjoyment of having her navel played with. "B-Blair! S-stop it..... Uhhhnn, Ahhhhh..."

Soul then wakes up, noticing that he is caught under heavy debris, yet unhurt. "Maka?? Maka!!" He yells out as he scopes out the witch. "Blair!! Where's maka??" Soul growls, unaware that Blair has Maka bound and is playing with her bait. "Oh hush scythe boy! Can't you see we're having some girl time?" Blair replies as she returns to Makas beautiful stomach. But this time, she has tools. Blair pulls out an electric toothbrush and flicks it on. Maka opens her eyes slowly as the vibrating brush enters her belly button. Makas eyes widen in surprise as she lets out a deliciously moist moan as she arches her back. "UHHHNN!!! TOO....DEEP.... UHHHHHHH!!" Maka squeals as her belly button is experiencing sensations she never thought of. "Mmmm.... w-why does it feel... so good?! Uhh!" Maka continues. As Blair licks her lips at the sight, she brings the brushes bristles directly onto her navel knot and slightly forces it deeper. "B-Blair!! Don't.... please.... UHHHHHHH!!!! Ahhnn!!!!" Maka screams as she arches her body, forcing the bristles to reach deeper into her navel cavity. The extremely sexy sounds and cute faces maka is making arouses Blair immensely. "Oooh, how does that feel?" Blair asks while watching makas body squirm and throb. "Uhhhnn! I-its so...strange....it almost feels...good...mmmm!" Maka begins to yelp and buckle her knees.

"Hmph, well if you think thats good, you'll love this!" Blair says as she tosses the brush to the side and brings her face closer towards makas belly button. Maka lays with her eyes closed, in anticipation. She knows what's coming next, as she feels Blair blow lightly onto her belly button. A high pitched yelp comes from Maka, as she concaves her stomach in surprise and arousal. Blair then lands a soft kiss, with her luscious, plump lips onto Makas navel. The kisses were long and wet, filling Maka with butterflies in her stomach. Blair couldn't hold back any longer, as the tip of hee tongue begins to wipe and circle Makas navel walls.
"Kyaaaaaahhh!!" Maka squeals as the tongue begins to adventure in her sensitive belly button. Eventually, the light tongue tip hits the most sensitive spot, the navel knot, and begins to wiggle and dance around, as warm saliva begins to squish and fill in Makas navel. Maka starts to take notice that the same feeling she had in her stomach she's bringing to feel in her lower belly and crotch area. Blair puts her hand lightly onto Makas lower back, applying more pressure onto Makas navel. Crevices and folds of Makas navel were being drenched with drool and touched by a warm, slimy tongue. Never had Maka thought of this ever happening. "N-No! Don't lick it! Huuhh, huuhh.... UHHHNN! It's so embarrassing...." Maka moans as her navel is flooded in saliva, so much that it's dripping down her hips and under her skirt. Blair takes her tongue back into her mouth, and says "you ready for the best part??"

Maka dangles her head back, trying to catch her breath, suddenly she feels the soft tongue flatly lay on the navel and wiggle around,  stuffing her belly button completely. The tongue begins to push into her navel, and pump in and out. Maka lets out a wet, delicious moan in satisfaction. "Uuuuhhhhhmmmnnn!! N-no!! Stop....Aaahhaahhnnnn!!" Maka screams. Blair can feel Makas muscles tighten as she come closer to a climax. Blair lifts up Makas shirt further, above her ribs. Blair keeps her hand on Makas upper chest, taking note of her fast heartbeat. Makas belly button, every crease and fold being touched and wiggled, every sensitive square inch being caked in drool. "Aaahhhhnnmm!!! Huh.....huh...Haaaahhhhh!!!" Maka takes her final breaths as she feels her lower part tingle. "B-Blair! Uhhhnn... this feels so.... crazy!...UUUHHHNNNMM!!! MY BELLY BUTTON!!" Maka screams as she arcs her back and stretches her belly to the max. She curls her toes, lays her head back while she experiences her first orgasm. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Maka shudders and trembles, her body had never felt so good before. She lays, gasping and panting for breath, as her panties are soaked, alongside her belly button. "Huh....huh....Ahh...." Makas panting slowly declines. "Wow! That looked amazing! I wanna have fun like that too~!" Blair says as she keeps Maka bound and she walks into her changing room. "W-wait..... Blair! Where'd you go??" Maka yells angrily. "Maka!! Maka, over here!!" Soul yells as he's struggling to get out. "Soul!" Maka responds. "Okay!! I'm ready for my turn!! Blair cheers as she comes out dressed im a purple and black pair of striped panties and a black crop top. Soul looks at the witch and gets a good view from behind.

"Ok girly, get over here!" Blair commands as she reties Maka up and sets Maka on her lap. Blair then lays down and points Makas face near her belly. "Well! C'mon, get to licking!" Blair says as she lays down comfortably and closes her eyes with a sexy smirk. "W-what?!?! No way! I'm not licking you!" Maka yells as she notices Blair doesn't have her hat on. "Ack! Y-your a...." Maka stutters. Blair then grows frustrated, as she rolls Maka over on her back and shoves her belly in Makas face. "Yes! I'm a cat! You caught me, ok?? Now get to licking! I just took a bath, so it's clean!! Blair commands. Maka blushes as she looks at Blair's belly button.... it's very cute. She takes a gentle lick as Blair's belly is still shoved in her face. "Ahhhhh!" Blair moans in surprise. "Oh! That was so good! Keep going..." Blair pleads as she's on her hands and knees, Makas under her, forced to do nothing but listen to the Wit- I mean.... cat's instructions. Maka continues licking soft and slowly. "Uuuhh....mmmm... you're being so gentle....uhhhnn" Blair moans and stutters. Blair grabs the back of makas head and brings it closer, for deeper navel penetration. Maka takes her tongue and begins to travel inside the navel. It smooth and silky, and tastes faintly like vanilla. Maka then heads for the navel knot, and tickles it with her tongue tip. "Uuuuhhhhmnn!! Oooh....hehehehe! That tickles a bit! Mmmmm... but it's so good.... uhhhnn!!" Blair swoons, her body temperature rises and her cheeks flush pink. She then decides to switch positions.

Blair lays down on her back, placing Maka on top. Maka then starts to put more enthusiasm into the licking, making little circles inside. "Mmmmm... M-Maka....uhhhhnnn....mmmmm, yummy~!" Blair moans louder as she places her hands above her chest. Maka begins to get all hot and bothered too. She begins to suck on Blair's belly button. "UUUUUHHHH! Oh yeah! Suck on it..... MMMM!!" Blair then begins to arch her back and play with her hair. Maka blushes at the lewd noises surrounding her. She begins to tongue fuck Blair's navel, pumping the slimy yet kinda rough tongue in and out of Blair's sensitive little belly. "UUUUUHHHHHHNNNNN!! M-Maka!! Oh, fuck that's good!!" Blair screams as she bites on her fingernail. Blair begins to rub her crotch, she just can't fight it. Saliva pools in Blair's navel and pours down her sides. Blair places her hands over her head as she continues to scream Makas name romantically. "Oh, Maka! I can't take it much longer! I'm gonna....." Before finishing her sentience, Maka takes a big, juicy lick of Blair's belly button. Just one long stroke, and Blair closes her eyes and jerks her body, her hips moving side to side. "CUM!! I'M GONNA CUM!!!! UHHHHHNNNNNN!!!!"


Weeks later....

Maka is laying down in bed reading a new book. She looks at the foot of the bed and sees a black cat with a little witch hat. It's none other than Blair. "Heya girly, whatchu up to?" Blair asks. "Oh, not much. Just reading this book... it's kinda ok." Maka replied, bored. "Well... Soul and all your friends aren't home..." Blair winks at Maka. "Yeah, they all left to grab something to eat, I'm not hungry though." Maka says as she sets the book down. "Oh really?" Blair says as she turns back to human form, wearing a crop top similar to the one she had before. "Not even for a little snack?" Blair teases Maka by spreading her navel and blushing at her. Makas eyes widen, and her heart skips a beat. She looks at the door and makes sure it's locked. "Okay, okay! We can't keep doing this though, they're gonna find out if we do." Maka says, as if she has no choice. "Oh c'mon, no one's gonna find out." Blair replies as she lays down and gets in position, lifting the shirt up over her ribs. "Hahaha... you're too cute!" Maka smiles as she places her hand gently on Blair's perfectly curvy hip. Maka doesn't hesitate, she sticks her tongue right into the sexy cat's tight navel. "Uhhhhnnn.... wow, you've gotten even better....huh....mmmmm... you spoil me~" Blair moans lovingly, putting her hands on her chest. "Wait.... I just had an idea...." Maka pauses as she puts her thinking face on.

Maka gets on top, facing Blair's navel. Blair lays on the bottom,  facing Makas. Maka has planned a perfect belly button 69. "So, we'll be able to lick each others bellies at the same time? That's awesome!" Blair says, pumping her fist. "Okay, let's start." Maka sounds nervous, until Maka takes a lick unexpectedly. "Uhhhnnn!!" Maka moans, on her hands and knees, bending her back. Maka already begins to tremble, but ignores the nervous feelings and returns the favor. They both begin to satisfy their navel fantasies, and hopefully continue to for a very long time.
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There was a curt tap on the front door. Barely seconds after the knocker had fallen silent Laura's voice rang out, "I'll get it!" The skirt of her dress flew up slightly and her long red hair streamed behind her as she ran for the door. She tip-toed her way across the cool tiles to stop their chill spreading to her small bare feet and opened the door.

Laura – who had expected her friend Kat, as she said she might turn up today since Laura's parents were leaving – simply said "Oh," and left the visitor at the door. She gave a cursory shout of "Mum, it's for you, " as she disappeared upstairs, slamming her bedroom door behind her. Laura was the brat of the house.

The girl standing on the doorstep was momentarily confused, but then remembered the description Laura's mother had given her on the phone a few hours ago. She looked around the door frame in to the house to see if anyone else was actually in, she was relieved to hear light footsteps coming from inside. The girl was about 5 feet 5 and had straight brown hair. It was an unusually warm  day so she had cycled to the house and was wearing a blue dress with white polka dots and an A-line skirt, with sheer flesh-coloured tights and small brown brogues in her feet.

Laura's mother walked quickly to the door and smiled gratefully at the girl standing politely bemused in the doorway. "Cecily, please come," she said.
"Thank you Mrs Davies but," the girl pointed at the bicycle she had leant against the wall of the house.
"Oh, of course," Mrs Davies fumbled, " take it around the side and I'll meet you at the back door. She pointed around to the path at the side of the house and closed the door as the girl wheeled her bicycle out of sight.

Mrs Davies also had no shoes on and was wearing a dress, like her daughter Laura, but hers was red and strapless. She was also wearing sheer black tights; she and her husband were going for a work's dinner and staying out for the night. She padded delicately through the comfortable house to the kitchen and the back door.

Her other daughter Lucy was sitting at the large, wooden kitchen table with several books open in front of her and papers spread haphazardly around. Lucy was engrossed in her reading and was dressed differently to both her mother and sister. She wore a pair of blue jeans, a simple t-shirt and white socks on her small feet. Her red hair was tied back in a pony tail and she had a pencil poked through just above her hair tie. Laura and Lucy were twins, but they had drifted apart in the last year or two as they both began to change and grow up. In comparison to her bullying sister Lucy was an Angel.

Lucy looked up as her mother opened the back door.
"Who is it?"
"Cecily," replied her mother as she leaned out of the back door to she if she could see the girl and her bicycle. Lucy looked around at her mother, who had her hands on the door frame and one foot up in the air, toes pointed delicately, with her head out of the door.
"Hm?"
"The girl that I said would be babysi - looking after you two tonight." Despite her daughters both having just turned 16  Mrs Davies was still not confident in leaving them alone overnight, especially given their recent animosity.  "I know her mother and Cecily used to go the the school you and your sister will be starting at," her mother finished.
Lucy tutted, "my darling sister want be happy about that."
"And you dear?" Her mother waved as she saw Cecily come around the corner of the house, put both feet back on the kitchen floor and turned to look at her daughter.
"To be honest mum I'll be happy to not be left alone with her again." She got up and walked to the sink to fill the kettle with fresh water.
"Why? What happened last time honey?" Her mother sounded suddenly concerned. She had noticed the relationship between her beloved daughters grow frosty and tried her best to thaw it where possible.
"She...she..she,"   Lucy flicked the now full kettle's switch to on, "tickled me."
"Really?" Her mother stifled a small giggle and her daughter's face flushed red.
"I'm..I'm really ticklish."
"Runs in the family honey," replied her mother with a smile. She turned to the girl waiting at the door, "come in dear, please." Lucy crossed the room, passing the newcomer, and headed for the door.
"Kettle's just boiled if you want tea,"she slid her feet in to a pair of gum boots by the back door and picked up a small set of keys, "I'll put your bike in the shed - just in case it rains overnight."
"Thank you Lucy," her mother called as her daughter walked out of the back door.
"Well she certainly seems helpful," Cecily commented. Mrs Davies wiggled a tea mug at her questioningly.
Cecily nodded then asked, "Is Laura..upstairs?"
"Yes, she might be in her room all night. I hope she won't cause you too much trouble."
"I'm sure we'll end up getting along fine."
"Well thank you for turning up at such short notice, I'm so glad you could make it."
"No problem Mrs Davies, my mother told me say 'Hello' from her."
"Oh I will have to go see her soon."
Mrs Davies put a mug of tea on the table in front of the girl and sat down opposite her at the table.
"Sorry about the mess," she said motioning to the books and papers covering the table.
"Don't worry about it. It's good that she's so interested in working. It can be difficult to motivate oneself sometimes." Cecily smiled and sipped her tea.
"Well I can't sit and chat for long, I've got to finish getting ready. we'll be out all night and we'll be back about..midday tomorrow, maybe one-ish," Mrs Davies giggled mischievously.

Lucy walked back through the door, closing it behind her, hung up the outside keys and slipped her slender feet from the boots. She sat back in her seat and stretched her legs out in from of her under the table, wriggling her small toes inside her socks.
"What are you giggling about Mum?"
"Never you mind." Her mother smiled at Cecily, finished her tea and stood up.
"Right, I've got to finish getting ready and hurry your father up it we'll be late. Lucy, " she said, turning to her daughter, "Cecily is in charge until we get back. I know you wont cause her any trouble and..try and help her out if your sister is..difficult."
"Of course I will. If Cecily will help me out if Laura becomes...difficult."

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Later that evening Cecily and Lucy were both sitting in the living room. Laura had not shown her face since Cecily's arrival, nor had the friend she was expecting arrived; both these things had made Lucy very happy.

Lucy was lying face down on the floor, her head still buried in work, while Cecily was sitting in a reclining armchair with the footrest up hand-sewing a dress that she had brought with her. Lucy waved her socked feet in the air, sucked the top of her pen, and finally closed her book; she had been working up the courage to talk to Cecily about something for ten minutes.

"Cecily, can I ask you something?"
"Certainly," Cecily replied without looking up from her sewing.
Lucy looked up from the floor, naturally Cecily had taken her shoes off and there was only her sheer flesh-coloured tights between Lucy's eyes and Cecily's soles. This meant that from where Lucy was lying her view was almost filled with Cecily's feet. Coincidently Lucy's mind was also filled with Cecily's feet, or the tights she was wearing anyway.

"Well," Lucy fumbled, "a few weeks ago, when Laura was being...difficult," she paused, "she was...tickling me." Lucy was sure she must be visibly blushing by now. Cecily stopped  sewing and looked up.
"That's not a question," she said with a smile.
"Well I had just put some tights on and it seemed, I mean I'm not sure really, but it seemed like my feet were more ticklish. Just for that time. It seemed like it was the tights that...that made my feet more ticklish," Lucy finished lamely.
"That's still not a question." Cecily had not resumed her work and was listening carefully to every word.
"Well, have you ever found wearing those," here she pointed to Cecily's tights-clad feet, "make your feet more ticklish. If you are ticklish at all. I bet you're not ticklish at all, lucky thing."
Cecily chuckled and smiled disarmingly at Lucy.
"Yes, Lucy, I have found that wearing tights makes my feet more ticklish," Cecily replied matter-of-factly.
"So you are  ticklish!"
"Yes, yes I am," Cecily chuckled again.
"Well that makes me a little happier, I thought it might just be my feet which were affected by tights. Or that it was just something horrible I was imagining!"

There was a pause in the conversation, neither girl seemed to want to go back to their work. Cecily was the first to break the silence.
"So why was she tickling you, Lucy?"
"Urm, well we were trying on the uniforms we'll have to wear once we start at our new school, and we got into an argument," Lucy stood up, stretching her legs ",She always tickles me."
"And you don't like being tickled?" Cecily enquired.
"Of course not! No one does!"
Cecily made a little noise like she didn't entirely agree, but said nothing.
"It's so embarrassing too," Lucy continued, "I hope she doesn't' embarrass me at school by tickling me!"
Cecily smiled knowingly to herself but straitened her face when she saw the questioning glance Lucy was giving her and said, "well just learn to take it, learn to not react If you need to."
"What? That's impossible!"
"I can do it." Cecily said slowly.
"Prove it," Lucy scoffed.
"Go ahead," said Cecily, gesturing to her defenceless feet, "try it." She seemed confident but there was a hint of shyness in her voice too.

Lucy hesitated for a moment, then took the few steps between them hurriedly. She knelt in front of the other girl so that she was at the right height and reached out her hands. Cecily took a deep breath and set her face.

Lucy's fingers reached out and all four fingers on each hand made contact with the smooth material covering Cecily from her toes to her waist. Lucy looked up at the other girl's face as she eagerly slid her fingernails down the feet in front of her. She slowly slid her fingers to the heels and back again, all the time watching Cecily's face like a hawk. Lucy shuddered as the sensation of the tights on her fingertips brought back the memory of the sensation on her own feet. Her toes wriggled, safe inside their white socks. Lucy was squirming at the thought of the mess she would be in already if the roles were reversed.

Seeing no reaction Lucy began darting her nimble fingers over Cecily's soles, trying to tickle as much of her – supposedly – sensitive skin as possible. She scratched at the girls heels and her fingers flew over her soles. Remembering a bad spot on her own feet, Lucy decided to try tickling around the girl's toes. Nothing.
"I think you lied, I don't think you're ticklish at all. Or that tights make you less ticklish," Lucy whined.
"No Lucy, I didn't lie I've just had...practice." Lucy could hear the strain in the girls voice from concentrating; so she was making a dent in her armour! Lucy continued tickling slowly as Cecily said, "You just have to remember toooo...to not give up and to – AH!"

Lucy stopped and drew back in shock at Cecily's shriek.
"What?"
"No no, you just...hit a bad spot," replied Cecily with visible embarrassment, "go on."
Lucy returned her delicate fingers to the upper slopes of the balls of Cecily's waiting feet. She was amazed at how much this girl could take – Lucy would be begging by now – she was asking her to keep going!

Lucy's scrabbling fingernails resumed their work and Cecily gave a smaller shriek. As Lucy began to tickle a little faster her toes started to wiggle a little. Lucy smiled at how cute this looked.
"Oh..ooooo-k," began Cecily with a  start, "OK, move your fingers up a little."
Lucy obliged but Cecily said, "no...ooo..no, no. Up a little more, under my toes is really bad."

Lucy could not understand why the girl was telling her where to tickle, but she was having too much fun with this to question it. She moved her probing fingertips further up Cecily's feet, nudged her fingers under the girl's toes and began to scratch underneath her toes themselves. She looked up expectantly and was met by a face that was about to crack with barely contained laughter. Lucy smiled as she sped up her tickling a bit and danced her fingertips around. Cecily yelled and laughed loudly, her upper body thrashed but somehow her legs and feet remained nearly motionless.

"Th-heheh-ere is the worst! Hahhah!" Cecily lay giggling uncontrollably now that she had lost her calm. Lucy started to probe her fingers in-between Cecily's toes – as far as the tights would let her – to see how effective that was. It turned out to be very effective and Cecily reacted by beginning to talk and then silently laughing, unable to even summon the breath to giggle.

Cecily let out a huge laugh and then dissolved into a string of strained giggles. This lasted for another five seconds before she quickly pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged her knees, breathing deeply.

After several deep breaths she said, "see!"
"See what?"
"I am ticklish, I can take it, and tights...defiantly make my feet more ticklish. I don't know how but they do." Cecily giggled again, as if there were residual tickles on her feet. She wriggled her toes against the arm chair cushion.

"Well, you really did surprise me. I know I couldn't take that much. How did you do it? And how did you manage to hold your legs still?" Lucy was amazed and more than a little embarrassed herself at what she had just done.
"Practice," replied Cecily. She took a deep breath and seemed to regain almost all her previous composure, "you should try it sometime...it can be quite stress relieving actually."
Lucy drew her own knees up to her chest, planting her feet firmly on the floor. "Nooooo way! I am too ticklish for that."

Cecily stood up from the arm chair and pointed at it, "fair is fair. Your turn. Sit." She pointed firmly at the still raised foot-rest of the recliner.
"All right," Lucy got up slowly and sat down in the chair. Very slowly she extended her legs until her feet here out in front of her, and in front of Cecily – who had now taken up station at the foot of the recliner, kneeling, like Lucy had been.

"Believe me, this will help you some-day soon," Cecily said, "ready?"
Lucy looked down at the thin white socks on her small feet, wishing that they were thicker. she gripped the arm rests tightly and took a deep breath and quietly said, "yes".

Cecily reached out and placed her now wriggling fingertips in contact with Lucy's feet. Lucy squealed and began to wriggle in the chair, trying her hardest to keep her legs and feet still like Cecily had just done but it was so difficult for her. skittering her short fingernails over the smooth soles inside Lucy's thin white socks, Cecily smiled and watched Lucy, the tickler turned victim, as she squirmed. Lucy couldn't stand the tickling, already, so she gave another yelp and called out, "stop, please stop!" Cecily relented and let the girl rest for a few seconds, she really was sensitive.

After a breather Lucy looked at Cecily shyly, "well, I can't do it. Times up. Game over," she said rather quickly and made to get up.
"No, no, no," Cecily replied and held her ankles down. She looked at Lucy, making eye contact and holding it while saying, "sit down, we're not done." Lucy grumbled but sat back down in the arm chair. After a few more seconds, to let her fully rest, Cecily reached out again and this time, using only one wriggling finger each, touched Lucy's small feet. The girl immediately started wriggling and let out a yelp and began to giggle.
"Yeeep, I caaaan't do it- hehehehe," she squealed.
"Calm yourself and concentrate Lucy," Cecily stopped moving her fingers and left them still on the soles of Lucy's feet, just lightly resting there. The girl's giggles slowed to a trickle and she regained the ability to sit still.
"It still realllly tickles," she complained through her remaining giggles.
"I'm not doing anything Lucy, just touching, I'm not tickling. Just calm down and it'll be ok."

Lucy took a deep breath, looked at her feet – as if to confirm to herself the Cecily was indeed not tickling them – and did calm herself. She began to breath more normally as her giggling subsided and she got used to the sensation of having one finger on each of her soles.
"That's..that's..ok actually. Wow, I'm really surprised. Thank you," Lucy gushed, genuinely shocked that she wasn't wetting herself right now.
"I told you, it's just a case of calming yourself," Cecily told her. Continuing, now with an evil glint in her eye and a cheeky smile, she said "but don't thank me just yet.

So saying Cecily attacked Lucy's soles with all of her finger, scribbling her fingernails over the poor girl's soles. Lucy simply could not handle the rush of sensation, her calm was forgotten as she exploded with a scream and burst into peels of giggles.
"Stop, stop stooop!" Lucy still wasn't sure how she had managed to remain giggle-free with Cecily's fingers on her feet, but now that she was actually tickling them again she was sure she was done for. No matter how hard she tried she could not regain her composure and stop wriggling, giggling, and generally loosing control of her body.
"It's all about being calm Lucy, you just have to concentrate."
"I can't concentrate when you're -hehhee – tickling my feeeet," Lucy squealed.
"Try," Cecily replied simply.

Lucy tried, oh she tried; she had been trying to prevent tickling from affecting her for years but could not get the hang of it. Her sister seemed to be able to do it, at least long enough for people to give up trying. She took a little comfort in the fact that if a tickler was really persistent with Laura they could get her to break down in to girlish giggles, but she was still dismayed that she could not hold her reaction in for longer than a few seconds whereas her sister could do it and fend off a tickler at the same time.

Seeing that Lucy was getting a little out of breath – and more than a little embarrassed – Cecily slowed down and let a few of her fingers rest, now on tickling with two on each foot. Lucy's giggles and writhing slowed accordingly and she was able to speak a little better.
"I can't -heehe- do it Cecily, when I'm being tickled that much I just canno-ohohhee-not stop myself."
"I know it's difficult, but it can be done. Like I said, all it takes is practice. Can you take a little more?"
"Hmm, a little," Lucy replied apprehensively.

Cecily nodded and dove back in to a tickling assault, this time focussing her nails on the girl's heels. Lucy took a huge breath, trying to keep still and calm but even her heels were really ticklish – one downside of looking after her feet so well perhaps. Cecily spread her fingers and scratched along both the outsides and insides of Lucy's feet and began moving upwards towards her toes. Lucy lost it, simply melting in to loud laughter and began writhing but still doing her best to keep her feet still.
Cecily quickly worked her nimble fingers up the girl's socked feet, her fingernails scratching all the way.
"How about here?"
Cecily dug in under and as far between the girl's slender toes as her socks would allow, testing the area to see if it was as sensitive on the girl as Cecily knew it was on herself. It was.

Lucy screamed for a good few seconds, broke into peels of giggles and whipped her feet off the foot rest, placed them firmly on the seat of the armchair, and hugged her knees just like Cecily had done.
"Wow," she panted, still out of breath, "that spot is so bad.."
"I know..why do you think I tried it?" Cecily smiled another cheeky smile.
"What the hell are you two doing?" Lucy and Cecily looked up towards the voice.

"Oh, the babysitter tickling the baby," Laura spat from the doorway. She walked towards them both, "too tickling to take that, even with socks on Luce? Oh dear, maybe I'll have to tell eeeeeveryone at our new school," Laura taunted. She really was a brat.
Cecily looked from one sister to the other and shared a look with Lucy. Lucy nodded slightly and Cecily shouted, "get her!"

Both the girls leaped up and pounced on Laura who was utterly taken by surprise and fell under the force of the older girl and her sister. As Laura collapsed face-down on the ground Cecily sat on her back and Lucy jumped on top of her legs, each girl holding Laura down and sitting back to back so they faced each end of the petite girl.
"Get off me!" Laura roared as she tried to wriggle free.
"What were you doing? Were you spying on us?" Lucy was angry with her sister and also very embarrassed, she wondered how much she had seen.
"No! I came downstairs to see what was going on, I heard you screaming - baby."
"I wouldn't talk to her like that if I was in your position," Cecily warned, "I've been told by your mother to keep you in line - " Laura huffed loudly - "and your sister tells me you've been tickling her and she'd like you to stop."
"Well you were tickling her just a minute ago, what's the difference?"
"The difference is that I was trying to help her, while you were using it to bully her. She's your sister, your twin, you two should be together and strong against the world."
Laura huffed again and said nothing.
"Are you going to stop tickling your sister?"
Laura still didn't answer.
"Well we'll have to see if we can persuade you then," said Cecily mischievously. She used her feet to push both the arms of the prone girl away from her body and held them there with the strength of her legs. The terracotta-coloured dress that Laura was wearing had no sleeves and the position her arms had been forced in to exposed the soft, smooth hollows of her armpits. Both girls were used to pampering themselves and keeping their skin in very good condition which often meant that certain spots were a tickler's dream.

Cecily's fingers dove for Laura's armpits and began poking and prodding, scratching and skittering across as much bare flesh as they could find. Laura instantly stiffened and said – almost instinctively - "I'm not ticklish."
Cecily smiled and said, " I know you are Laura, you're just good at holding it in – like me." Cecily looked over her shoulder, "Laura; go on," she smiled at the other girl, sitting on her twin sisters bared legs.
Lucy looked down at the smooth, slender legs and tiny feet at the ends. It was time to pay her sister back, she knew that she could handle being tickled for a while, but not on her feet and her armpits at once! She placed her short fingernails on the backs of Laura's knees – always a sensitive spot – and began to tickle. She could feel her sister's legs tense up and her hips and upper body start to wriggle. Lucy tickled from the backs of her knees slowly down towards her sister's little feet.

As she reached Laura's ankles, Lucy scooted down her sisters legs to ensure that she had complete control over them. She relished tickling her ankles and a little of the sides of the bare feet in front of her and smiled hugely as she was rewarded with little yelps from her sister.
"She's starting to loose it Lucy, keep going!"
Buoyed by Cecily's help and enthusiasm for the task, Lucy finally reached the smooth, delicate soles of her sisters feet. They were very much like hers – they both wore shoes of the same size and always had done – and it was odd to see a pair of soles that looked so familiar trapped and helpless. She descended quickly and all out attacked Laura's bare feet with her fingers. She landed right on her sisters arches and tickled the surface of her skin quickly. Laura was starting to wriggle and buck beneath the other two girls so they knew that she was really feeling it, it was only a matter of seconds now before she cracked.

Lucy dug her short fingernails lightly in to the skin of Laura's arches and scratched ticklish scratches which sent Laura over the edge. She could hold it in no longer; she yelped, squealed and dissolved in to giggles. Lucy did not stop, in fact she increased the tickling on her sisters feet now she knew that she was laughing – finally. Cecily noticed how similar the giggles of the two twins were, almost surprised that something such as this should be almost identical even in identical twins. Now that Laura was laughing, Cecily too stepped up her tickling. She was dancing her fingernails over the bare flesh one minute and digging in to the sensitive skin with her fingers the next.

Laura was trying desperately to escape, writhing and trying to buck her ticklers off her back but she could not. She had known that she could only hold out for so long but it had been her only option. She was usually so good at preventing ticklers from trying more than a few pokes. Yet now she was face-down on the floor, pinned and tickled by her twin sister and the babysitter. She was just thankful that no one else was here to see it.
Lucy was really having fun by now, it was usually her that was being tormented so to turn the tables on her regular tormentor was rather wickedly fun. Her fingers were flying quickly over her sister's soles and then switching to nimbly digging in to the soft skin.
"Maybe we should be the ones telling people at your new school about what's happened tonight," Cecily teased, "maybe everyone should know how ticklish you are?"
"Nooo," Laura wailed through her manic giggles.
Lucy smiled, "are you sorry for tickling me so much sis?"
"Shu-u-u-ut hehehe Shut Up! Stop it! Please!" Laura begged, she did want them to stop, but was not ready to say sorry just yet – the girl was stubborn.

The two girls renewed their ticklish torments. Laura screamed and her laughter reached a more frantic pitch. There was no way she could stop what was happening to her, nor her own reactions. She was pinned, flat-out on the floor and her armpits, ribs, feet, and legs were all being viciously attacked.

After a few more seconds she had had enough; she needed it to stop.
"Stooop! Please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the girl bleated through her tormented laughter.
"Think we should stop Lucy? It's up to you," Cecily asked.
"Hmmmmm," Lucy 'thought' loudly.
"Please! Luce, please stop!" Laura was frantic now, desperate.
"Are you going to stop tickling me? Going to be nice when we start at our new school? It'll be easy for you, we only have to be there for a year."
"YES! Just stop," Laura begged, her pride gone, her resistance drained.

The girls slowed and stopped, the stood up slightly embarrassed. They looked at each other sheepishly and then down at Laura who was laying on the floor panting. Lucy felt slightly guilty – she was normally the 'good girl' – but her sister had been increasingly horrible in the last few years and she deserved teaching a lesson, if only to make sure she didn't make Lucy's life hell once they started at their new school.

Cecily knelt and made to help Laura up from the floor.
"Ahh, no, please no more," Laura wailed writhing to protect herself from a perceived second attack.
"Calm down, we're not going to tickle you any more," Cecily cooed, pulling the exhausted girl from the floor and on to the sofa, "we are done tickling you -"
"- for now!" Lucy finished slightly menacingly but with a smile on her face. She was going to  enjoy her new-found power over her sister.
"Thank you for helping me Cecily," said Laura looking first at her slowly recovering sister and then at Cecily.
"That's ok Lucy, I was glad to. You're both going to fit in very well at your new school, I can tell."
This is the last in my little series about the ticklish adventures of twins before starting at their new school.

The twins are left alone for the night with a babysitter to look after them and all three get tickled..
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Bounce Chix Story 002a

Janey Hoodie Tickle:

It was too dark.

And it was too quiet.

Janey couldn’t see a thing.  She didn’t know what was going on, and she didn’t know what to do next.  But she definitely knew that she was in trouble.  Deep deep trouble.

How the hell could she let this happen, she thought.  Again?!  She had promised herself that she would be more careful.  She had promised that she would not end up in this situation again.  If her hands were free she would have smacked her self.  But her hands were not free.  Damn damn damn.  She replayed the last hour or so in her head, hoping to delay the inevitable.

She had been so excited to get a call from Trish this morning.  Jane loved giving private yoga lessons especially to pretty rich girls that paid so well and look so yummy in their workout gear.  It had certainly occurred to Janey that the last time she gave Trish a lesson she ended up getting tricked and tied down and tickled.  Thank god Andi came home and broke up that little party.  But not this time.  Trish had promised and crossed her heart that she would not try anything, and so Janey put on one of her favourite yoga outfits and scampered over to her down town flat.

She remembered turning a lot of heads on the way.  But Janey always turned heads.  At 5’2” she was the shortest of the Bounce Chix.  She was also the most athletic.  Her tummy was taut and gorgeous, and her legs were defined and curved.  She did not have a hard body per se – she had more of a yoga-hottie body.  Athletic, but with softer curves.  Her chest swelled to a very impressive slope, and her perky butt made men and women alike fall down jogging on the sidewalk behind her.  Of course the shorts might have had something to do with that also.  My gawd – the shorts.  She wore tiny little camel coloured cotton shorts that barely covered her afore mentioned adorable backside.  She also wore a midrift chocolate coloured hoodie that barely covered her ample chest and left her entire breathtaking tummy naked in all of its glory.  As usual, all she had on her feet were sandals.  Janey went barefoot whenever possible, and usually wore sandals the rest of the time.

She bounced along 48th street, her short raven black hair flowing this way and that (always the spunky energetic little cutie) and she thought of how she would structure her routine today.  Trish was pretty advanced in her practice.  Truth be told – she really didn’t need any lessons.  But Janey sure wasn’t going to tell her that.  In fact Janey was somewhat taken with the beautiful redhead.  Ever since she saw Trish in her Chemistry class at Hayden College she had developed a bit of a crush on the taller svelte hottie.  Something about her long flat auburn hair, or her cute freckles.  Or maybe it was her long legs and her peaches and cream skin.  Either way, Trish was striking.  Her prefect red hair was like something out of a shampoo commercial.  Her trim athletic figure and the sensual way she moved, was like watching a jungle cat.  And her puppy brown eyes made Janey’s heart melt a little.  In fact, she liked Trish SO much that she agreed to pretend the whole “tickling” thing didn’t even happen, after all of Trish’s apologies. Usually Janey would hold a grudge.  In fact usually she would get immediate revenge, but for some reason, Jane dropped her usual tough-girl attitude a bit when she was around Trish.  Maybe one day I’ll just have to catch Trish off guard, and then we’ll see who’s ticklish.  Janey thought to herself as she went up the elevator to her flat.

What the hell had happened then…?  She remembered looking around the apartment and thinking – Damn – this gal has serious financing.  She remembered wondering where Trish was.  And then she remembered someone springing out behind her and pulling her hood over her eyes – she thought it was Veronica (another classmate from Hayden). It all happened so fast.  Then someone else grabbed her left arm and held it up.  The other person cinched her hood so it covered her eyes and then grabbed her right arm.  And then they tickled her.  She could have taken them both if they had fought fair.  Dirty cheaters!  But they tickled her sides, damn them, and she tried to wiggle away.  After only a second or two of skilful tickling Janey turned to jelly.  And these two were skilled.

So here she was.  Her arms were tied overhead – locked in some kind of comfy fluffy restraints.  Her ankles were secured as well in similar fluffy bondage so that her legs were spread out and she was almost on her tippy toes.  She was standing – stretched tight enough that she could not move at all, only a little tiny wiggle room (though she had to admit she was not at all physically uncomfortable).  But she was not a happy camper.  Her hood was still cinched closed over her eyes and had been tied shut in a nice little bow.  Her nose and her mouth were the only exposed parts of her face.  She had lost her shorts in the carpet struggle – damn damn damn again!  So she was only wearing a tiny pink silk thong and her chocolate hoodie – which was stretched up with her arms so that even the underside curve of her breasts was exposed a bit.  Hoo boy.  This was not good she thought.

“Trish!  You promised!!!!!” Janey had yelled  “I trusted you!!!!!!  I’m gonna kick your scrawny butt if you don’t lemme GO!”  

But there was no reply.  Dirty stinkin’ liars.

“DEATH Trish!  Death and Pain.  I’ll spank you so hard you’ll wish you had someone else’s ass!  I’ll….. I’ll….. get Hailey and Andi to help me tickle you for days and days!” She had threatened.  But she knew it was all bullshit.  Janey was more than a little freaked out.  She had been tickled by Trish before and she knew what might happen if Trish tickled her again.  And no one was talking to her.  Her tummy heaved in and out slowly as she tried to control her breathing.  She felt goosebumps on her thighs and belly.  Oh shit…. Oh shit… oh shit…. Please god…. If you’re listening……. Don’t let them tickle me, Janey silently begged.  And finally the silence was broken.

“Hey there Biscuit” came the honey-sweet voice of Trish “I feel really bad that we had to wrestle with you.  But I know you would not have let us tie you up otherwise.  You remember Very don’t you Janey?”

It WAS Veronica (Very for short) that had helped!  Janey could picture the Latin beauty, also from her chemistry class.  Very was as exotic and beautiful as Trish but kinda in the opposite way.  Her gorgeous mocha skin, her silken black hair that feel all the way to the top of her curvy hips, her black eyes, and her amazingly soft hour glass figure.  Janey couldn’t see what she was wearing today, but she was sure it was Very’s usual snug torn jeans that hugged her perfect round backside and rode low on her hips, and some kind of spaghetti tank top that proudly displayed her awe-inspiring cleavage, and left her brown tummy bare.

“Hey there, sweet Janey” Very cooed.

“Commoooooooooon Trish” Janey pleaded “Lemme go.  You said….”

“I know Janey, but last time we were so rudely interrupted.  I’ll tell you what, if you decide that you don’t like the tickles after today, then I’ll never tickle you again.  But until then… I wanna see if I can make you laugh even harder than the last time!  I have been waiting for this for weeks, honey”

And without anymore warning or discussion Trish began to glide her fingers up Janey’s belly, and Very began to lightly run a long pink feather down Janey’s back.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!”  Janey squealed, and double shit, she thought as she realized she was going to get tickled by Trish in the front, and Very in the back.  Double threat!  Damn damn damn.

“Such a sexy tummy!” Purred Trish as she fluttered her finger tips up and down Janey’s sides.

“EEEAAAAAAAAAAAAH HAAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”  Janey replied.  She was so ticklish.  So very horribly amazingly ticklish.  As they touched her midsection lightly in playful tickles poor Janey erupted in laughter.  Oh no oh no oh no she thought again and again.  Please don’t.  But they did.  And they weren’t showing any signs of stopping.

“I love your sweet laugh Janey!  We’re gonna tickle you everywhere!  Trish would tease as she traced the curves of Jane’s supple belly.  Very said nothing, she just giggled sweetly as she ran her long feather along the back of Jane’s gorgeous thighs.

“OOOOhooooooo EEEEEEHeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee HEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA     HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!  Janey wailed as she began to be overwhelmed by the tickles.  Oh god no….. please don’t do this to me…… pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze….she thought, but she already knew that it had begun.  A little fire had started in Janey’s tummy (it seemed to light up whenever she was helpless like this).  And Janey also knew what would happen to that little spark of arousal if they continued to tease and tickle her.

“I have to confess something Janey.”  Trish whispered softly.

AAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA     HWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!   Jane roared in response, so loud that I’m not even sure if she was really listening.

“I think I have a major crush on you.  All I wanna do is touch you and make you laugh for me.  Its only been fifteen or twenty minutes Biscuit, and already you are laughing your heart out and wiggling like a sweet ticklish plaything under our fingers!!”  Trish said sweetly as she danced her fingers up and down Janey’s ribs to delightful effect.

“WAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAA HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE STAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAP      …………  OHO  STAAHAAP!!!!”

“Poor Janey….” Very giggled as she tickled Janey’s inner thighs – now with two long thin feathers.  This was the first time Jane could remember being tickled quite so wickedly.  They were driving her insane!!!!!!  Especially considering her only defense was a teeny pink thong and a small hoodie.  The tickly touches from Trish were the worst.  She stroked her long and perfectly manicured nails over Janey’s smooth torso and every stroke tickled madly.  Every movement brushed her skin in JUST the right way to make her buck in unbridled laughter and lust.  And her little fire grew.

“Poor Janey has SUCH a ticklish tummy, don’t you baby?  We are going to drive you crazy Jane.  I can’t help myself  You are such a tease.  I mean - listen to that pretty laugh.  I think you might be the most adorable thing, ever!

“YAAAAAAAAAAAA   HAAAAAAAAAAA   NOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO HAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”

“Now tell me – does this tickle??”  And they tickled her even more.  God how they tickled her.  Trish would walk her hands up Janey’s naked quivering tummy and dance them back down to her panty line.  Very would stroke her feathers up and down Janey’s blushing thighs and make sure they gently brushed her silky undies.  It had only been about an hour.  But Janey was completely tickle drunk.  She laughed so hard.  She had never been tickled like this. They seemed to know her every spot, and everything they did TICKLED so much Janey thought she would explode.  Having her eyes covered just turned her on even more.  She was so focused on their touch, and it was pushing her and pushing her toward a state to which she had never been before.  And the fire in her tummy grew and grew.  She felt herself getting so wet.  Please not that.  Her little thong must be soaked by now.  Oh god…. Don’t let them see.  Her nipples were so hard they throbbed under her soft cotton hoodie.  Oh sweet mercy stop tickling my thighs.

And she laughed and they tickled and she felt herself inch closer and closer to orgasm.

“I think maybe Janey LIKES the tickles Very.”  Trish would say.

“NAAAAAAAAAAA   HAAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAA  EEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!    She would retort.

“Look at her – she’s like getting totally turned on!”  Very noticed.

“PLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE  HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE  ZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAA   HAAAAAAAA!!!!!”  Janey begged losing control more and more, with every touch and every taunt.  The more they noticed her arousal, the more aroused she became.

“Wow – I didn’t realize little Janey was this ticklish!” Very giggled every so often.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA         HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA    HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

“Told ya.”  Trish would tease back  “Little Janey is soooooo ticklish!  Huh Janey?  And she is getting soooooooooo turned on, aren’t ya you horny little tickle bug?”

“OOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA    HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA   HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA   HAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” was all Jane could manage as she subconsciously tried to rock her hips to get those feathers to tickle her more and tease her less.

Oh wow…. Holy schamoley….. yes oh yes oh yes…..  oh not there………  oh please there…….  Oh YES there!!!!  Please make me……  oh pleeeeeeeeeease….. was all she could think of as her little fire of lust had turned into an all consuming flame.  She felt her self starting to rise with excrutiating slowness.  Felt herself starting to let go with these fiendish beauties tickling an orgasm right out of her.  And just when she thought climax was inevitable, Trish slowed down her tickling touches.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm Janey….  Are we getting close?”  Trish wickedly whispered as Very continued to lightly feather her thighs.  “Do you love it yet cutie?”

“TRIIIIIII   HIIIIIII  SHHHHHH PLEEEEEEE   HEEEEEEEZE……  PLEEEEASE AHAAA  AHHAAAAAA  PLEEHEEZE!!!!”

“Just say it Janey, and we’ll give you everything you need.”

“IIIIIII  HEEEEEE HAAAAAA  IIIIHIIII   ……..  CAAAA   HAAAAAAAN’T!!  DOOOO HON”T MAAAA …. KE MEEEEEE   HEEEEE!!!”

“We’re not gonna stop…”

“PLEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE EEEEEEEEEEE     HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA     HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

“Are you sure???”

“DOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOON’T  TIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIICKLE MEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEE   HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”

“Oh I see how it is Janey.  If that’s the game you like to play.  I think you want to laugh for us some more.  In fact, I think our tickles have you pretty excited.  So I’ll make you a little deal…”And Trish started to lightly feather her nails on Janey’s glistening lower belly right above her panties – one of her most tickling spots, by the way.  “ If you can hold back for just a little longer, we will let you go.  But if you just can’t contain yourself…. I’m going to take off that top of yours and I’m going to tickle you so much you will just explode from all the tickles!!!”

“NOOOOOOOO   HOOOOOOOOOOO  HOOOOOOOOO  AHHAAAAAAAAAA   HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”  Janey screamed.  Oh hell.  Now she was done for.  Not the teasing.  Please.  Don’t tease.  Oh god.  Not like that.

“Somebody is in trouble…”  Trish cooed, and Very with expert tickle skill started to stroke Janey’s captive backside with the very very tips of her silken feathers.  While Trish slowly started tickling her belly button at the same time.

“What’s the matter Janey?  I can’t be tickling you THIS much!”  Trish teased

“VEEE HEEEERY      STAAAAHAAAAAP!!!!!  ACK!!!!!   DOOO  HOOOON’T MAAHAAHAAKE MEEEEE  HEEEEEEE!!!!!”  And Janey’s fire in her belly doubled in size and began to grow again – even slower this time.  My gawd….. there gonna make me……  oh help…… I can’t take it…..  not like this.

“You better not laugh Janey or we’re gonna tickle you naked.”

“Oooooooooooo HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HEEEEEEEEE  HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”  Janey   squeeled

“What’s got you so hot and bothered Pookie”  Trish asked as she moved her tickles to right above Janey’s hips, and Very moved aside Janey’s little thong string and dipped her feather between her cheeks.

“VEEEEE HAA HAA REEEHEEY     IHIIS…..  TEEEEEEHEEEEEKALIHING   MEEEEHEEEEEEE SOOOOOHOOOOO….. MAAAAHAAAAAACH!!!!!!”  Oh how they are teasing me…..  oh GAWD Very…. Don’t stop…….  Oh more…. Please more……  oho nooo….  Don’t let Trish take off my top….. not that……  oh hell with it it…..  OH VERY please give me more….

“You better hold back Janey.  Or I m going to tickle those sweet armpits of yours.  Ooooh and those breasts Janey, are you ticklish there too?  Yoooooooou Beeeeeeeeeeettteeeeeeeeeeeer HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit   honey.”  And they slowly tickled her.  Trish slid her fingers up Janey’s torso and up under her top.  She tickled the sides of her bouncing breasts with soft strokes and she leaned closer to Jane’s belly and blew on her supple skin.

Very pulled aside the thong even more and slipped a devilish feather into Janey’s panties.  She feathered in and out and slowly twirled the tip against Janey’s bare pussy.

“YYAAAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAAA   HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA  HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS………  OHHHHHHHO  GAAAHAAAAAD…..  YAAAHAAAS GAAAAAAAAAWD……”  Janey screamed at the tops of her lungs.  YES…. Tickle it out of me….  GAAAWD  yes……  I’m so close….. they’re gonna make meEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Janey’s knees buckled and she heaved her tummy in and out in gasping breaths.  Very’s feather flickered inside her panties, trying to break free, kissing her everywhere, and tickling her closer with every stroke.  Trish wickedly teased Janey’s ultra ticklish chest and softly put her lips to Janey’s belly and gave her sweet kiss after sweet kiss on her roasting hot tummy.  And finally…. Janey’s fire completely consumed her.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA   HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA  OHHHHHHHOOOOOOOO   MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAA  GAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAD MOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOO    REEEEEEEEEEEEE   HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YAAAAAA     HAAAAAAAAAA   HAAAAAAAAAA!!!”  That feeeeeeeels ssssoooooooooo GOOOOOOOOOD!!!!  Her libido screamed……  Oh more more more more more…. Yes more, and again more.

They kept her in that state for what seemed like an eternity.  All the time teasing her and cooing softly to her.  And all the time tickling every inch of her tender body.  Every muscle in her body clenched, as she wiggled and squirmed and bucked in hysterical all-consuming laughter.  She curled up her toes, and tears glistened on her blushing cheeks and still they tickled her more.  She guffawed endlessly with her adorable laugh – hoarse from all her exertion, and still, they tickled.

Finally, completely spent, she collapsed into her bonds and into her ticklers’ arms.  Very and Trish held her close and giggled as they petted her hooded head and cooled her off.

“Looks like someone was a little pent up.”  Very teased.

“Oooooh, I think I love you Janey.”  Trish whispered sincerely into Janey’s hooded ear.

Janey just gave in and beamed, a bright sleepy smile spreading across her face.  Now THAT was a yoga session, she thought.  And she cozied against her new friends.  “I’m still gonna have to kill both of you.”  Janey giggled.

“Oh really Little Biscuit?”  Trish  whispered softly.  “See, I think you still have some more laughing to do.  I think you still have lots more to give.”  And Trish untied the little bow on Janey’s hoodie and pulled the hood off her head.  She brushed back Janey’s coal black hair and looked into her piercing blue eyes.

“You wouldn’t??”  Janey asked softly.

“I might.”  Trish replied as she pulled down the zipper slowly revealing Janey’s beautiful chest.

“You can’t!  Seriously…. Trish, it’ll kill me!”  Janey pleaded and tried to wiggle away

“Awwwww, no worries cutie.  A little more tickling never killed anyone.  Trust me, if you enjoyed round one…. You are going to LOOOOOOOOOOOVE round TWO!!!!!”  Trish promised, as she completely unfastened the zipper and pulled it open.  Janey gasped a bit, her pale nipples stiffened even more at the cool air, and she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip.  

Trish lovingly crept her hands up Janey’s sides and began to feather her long nails in Janey’s incredible sensitive underarms.  At the same time Very began to fondle Janey’s naked thighs with two new, even fuzzier tickly feathers.

“IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA         HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA     HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA     HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA   HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA   PLEEEEEEE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!  PUUUUUUUUUHAAAAAAAAAAALEEEEEEEZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!”  she begged as she instantly erupted into unbridled hysterical laughter, and a little fire in her tummy started to grow again.


The end……  for tonight ^_^
Hola fellow Banditos:

Thought the time had come to post another Bounce Chix story. I have been meaning to re-write this one for months. But its like I have a battle raging inside my brain. On one side - the artist. On the other - the writer. They battle for supremecy of my time.

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The artist has been winning lately and stuffing the writer in his locker :(

But finally, score one for Writer-San, I finally got this story done.

Hope you all enjoy reading about Janey's Hoodie Tickle.

Please let me know ^^

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As the sexy aroma of well worn pantyhose invades her senses, Miranda's mind empties to be replaced by devotion to her new master: the symbiot Stinky Pantyhose. They eagerly prepare to replace her current pair of well worn hose on her smelly feet...
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Two more fakes of Emma Watson, just for you! ^^
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After Nikki's heel turn betraying her sister for "having all the attention", they settle issues on a match and things don't end up well for Nikki as Brie leaves victorious of the encounter. However not accepting defeat Nikki is unable to keep her mouth shut.

"You traitor, I will have my revenge, you will pay for everything you have done to me all these years, you will pay for everything you stole from me!"

Brie is tired of her sister's nonsense, even having won she still was furious about Nikki's infantile behavior, she for some reason decides to take off her boots of and run back towards the ring surprising both Nikki's and the audience which went ballistic. Brie jumps to the ropes from outside of the ring and holds on to them as she violently shoves her foot on Nikki's face.

"You can have this!" "Enough is enough, Nikki. You always wanted everything handed to you and got annoyed whenever things didn't went the way you wanted, have you ever did anything for it?" She shouts as she rubs her foot all over her sister's face for her sister's disgust and humiliation.

"Maybe rather than accusing me of always being the preferred one, me who always protected you, you should have tried to have some talent of your own to begin with, but no, you only know how to whine and play the victim, that's what losers do and why your place is by my smelly feet."
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Melody photoshoot :) (Smile) as requested by poohandmelody

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Sorry for the wait again, bud. I sincerely lost track of what requests had been made.
Matthew1930, here is the first of two. I will try and have the next one out shortly
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