You find yourself in some sort of cave in only your underwear, with dirt beneath you instead of stone. A string of lanterns lights up the space adequately, at least enough for you to see the sea of ants that you're in. Instinctively you try to bring your limbs in and protect yourself, but they are tied fastly to nearby stalagmites, pulling you into a spread-eagle position that leaves you completely exposed.
The enormous cluster of bugs, noticing your vulnerability, swarm in until they are nearly touching you. Just before they launch they attack however, they stop and mill about not centimeters from your body. Amidst the chaos you see a group of ants venture forth from their fellos towards your taught armpit. The exploration squad climbs into your hollos, their tiny legs sending electric messages to your brain. Instantly you burst out in giggles, unable to shake the ants or the ticklish feelings.
After a while the party of ants travels down your ribs, you struggling and giggling all the way, until they reach your stretched belly. Now more than ever you try to wiggle around, but unluckily (or not) the TDM3K has tied you up too tightly. Giggles become short bursts of laughter as the few dozen ants take their time to explore every inch of your sensitive tummy. One falls into your navel and you laugh ridiculously as it tries to climb its way out. Eventually the bugs seem satisefied, as they leave the ticklish land they came to investigate, no doubt to bring more of their friends back for another round.
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