Next he went to Nick's feet, held in place by a thick rope around his ankles.
"Let's see just how ticklish you are." Dr. Overs began, "Starting with you're piggies." Overs grabbed Nick's big toe between his thumb and pointer finger. "This little piggy whent to market." Overs said as he wiggled the toe enticeing a strained giggle from the captive Jonas Brother. "This little piggy stayed home." Dr. Overs continued, repeating what he did with the first toe on the second one, and so on. "This little piggy ate roast beef." Nick began to grunt, as he held back hiis laughter. "This little piggy had none." Nick struggled, he knew what would happen next, then ehat felt like a shot of lightning jumped through Nick's body, "and this little piggy, he cried wee, wee, wee all the way home." Overs moved his agile fingers to the balls of Nicks feet without giving Nick a moment's breath.
"N-n-no, st-stop!" Nick managed to spout, befor an onslaught of laughter filled the room again. "P-please, Ahhh HA, No more! Phhth." To nicks suprize Dr. Overs did as he had asked, he stoppedwith the foot, but what Nick didn't notice was Overs reaching for the bag he had brought in. Overs rummaged through the bag for a second befor pulling out exactly what he wanted. A white, almost angelic feather. The sides very downy and soft.
"Now we really get to see how ticklish you are." Then . . .
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