Timmy picked up a bottle of baby oil and poured it onto Tootie's bare feet. As he began rubbing it into her soles, Tootie began enjoying how it felt.
"Ahh..ooh...T...Timmy...hehe, it kind of tickles...but this feels nice...aaahhh...a...little...to the right...ooohooohooo, that's nice" smiled Tootie. "Are you enjoying the oil?" chuckled Timmy. "Yes, very much. Hey...no using your nahaHAHAHAILS. *SQUEAL* TIMMYHEHEHE, STOP IT" giggled Tootie as Timmy began tickling her soles with his fingers. "What? It's only a foot rub...but I guess I SHOULD begin using THIS now" grinned Timmy as he stopped applying the oil and showed Tootie a hairbrush. "Y...YOU WOULDN'T" gasped Tootie, her toes wiggling franticly. "Oh...but I AM" giggled Timmy as he began using the hairbrush to tickle Tootie's bare, oily soles to great effect.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. THAT TICKLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLES SO BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD. TIMMY STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP, IT'S WORSE THAN WHEN VICKY TICKLES ME AT HOME. EEK, NOT THE TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES" screeched Tootie, her feet squirming and wiggling to try and escape those awful tickles. "Worse than Vicky? She tickles me almost every time she comes to babysit me, it's always torture. Is it really THAT BAD?" asked Timmy in disbelief. "YES IT IIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. PLE-HE-HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE STOP FOR A WHILE, IT'S SO TICKLISH, I CAN'T EVEN THINK IT'S SO BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD" screeched Tootie as she shook her head and tears of laughter flowed from her eyes. Eventually, Timmy stopped and let Tootie have a break.
"UHH...UHH...OOH...WOAH...T...TIMMY...THAT TICKLED...IT WAS SO BAD...I WAS HELPLESS...MY FEET" panted Tootie. "Hehe, there's more where THAT came from. You wanted to spent the day with me, so we're spending the day tickling your helpless feet" laughed Timmy. "TIMMY...TIMMY" panted Tootie. "Yeah?" asked Timmy.
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