Looking in the mirror, you see that the odd sensation you were feeling was from your toes wiggling against the floor. You look down at your feet to confirm that you were indeed wiggling your toes, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop wiggling them. You tried to scrunch them and hold them in place. You tried to relax them and let them settle. You even tried to wiggle them opposite their current motion, but nothing worked. You could not stop them from wiggling. In a final desperate attempt, you decide to try to hold them in place with your hands. Noticing a bench behind you by the attic window, you carefully begin walking towards it. Reacting to your walking, your toes time themselves to your steps, preventing you stubbing them against the floor, or throwing off your balance, but they keep wiggling, and refuse to stop.
You make it to the bench and sit down, finding that your toes were wiggling faster than they were before, while you were looking in the mirror. You lift a foot up and rest it on your knee, beginning to hold your ankle with one hand, and grab your toes with the other.
It doesn’t take long for you to realize the mistake you had made, as your foot repels your hands away from it with an unknown force. As soon as your hands were away, your foot pulled itself inward to your hip before you could react further. Your other foot followed suit quickly, lifting itself from the floor and crossed your legs into the lotus yoga pose.
As you reach for your ankles to try to uncross your legs, you notice that your toes had significantly slowed down their wiggling. You then feel your hands being intercepted by the same force that repelled them, only this time it feels like dozens of tendrils are wrapping around your fingers, holding them in place. Trying to pull your hands away, you find they are stuck hovering where they are, the tendrils wrapping tighter, before pulling them in closer. Your hands are slowly pulled towards your feet, and you feel your fingers being momentarily tugged on in rather coordinated “tickling” movements, as if to show you what they had in store for you.
You very quickly realize what is about to happen and momentarily try to resist before you remember that your feet weren’t actually ticklish. Many people had tried to get a rise out of you by mercilessly attacking them, only to find that the only reaction they got was of annoyed pain from the vicious scratching you had to endure. Your feet seemed to sense this revelation because your toes wiggled much faster for a moment. When they slowed back down, you felt a different, odd sensation in your feet. You could feel more vibration in your soles from the wrinkles generated by the wiggling of your toes, as well as more of the feeling of them rubbing together as they did. Your feet had become a lot more sensitive than they were seconds ago.
You can’t help tensing up as you realize this, not knowing what to expect. You had never truly been ticklish, and only knew that despite their laughter, your friends hated it and were jealous of you that you weren’t. You made one final attempt to resist before your fingertips touched your feet and were stroked down your soles in unison. The initial sensation was alarming, causing you to tense up reflexively. Never had you felt anything like this before, nor could you describe it. You couldn’t help but gasp sharply, your diaphragm tightened, everything in your mind disappeared and all you could think about was pulling your feet away from the sensation. You were using the last bit of rational thought you had left to stop yourself from squealing.
Your fingers hadn’t even completed a single stroke and you were already on the verge of giggling like a child. As they completed their stroke, they were traced back up from your heels along your arches, causing you to let out and uncontrollable whine. You could only wiggle your hips, as your feet were completely locked in place. You grunted and groaned until your fingers began to approach your toes. As they did so, your toes stopped wiggling completely and spread themselves as wide as they could. They spread much wider than you had ever been able to do on your own, but you didn’t have much time to be amazed before your fingers were slid into the gaps, driving you just over the edge.
You giggled. It was short, but it happened. You thought you could last longer, but your willpower wasn’t strong enough. Your fingers paused for a moment to revel in their success before continuing their motion. At this point you realized you had lost the battle and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Every movement your fingers made caused you to let out more, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
After your fingers were removed from the gaps between your toes, they were split up their movements and you felt your toes return to your control. They began to dance about along your soles and arches, lightly scratching and teasing them with your fingertips and nails, causing your giggles to grow stronger as the tickling sensation completely overwhelmed your senses. It quickly progressed into uncontrollable laughter as your fingers explored your feet thoroughly, finding every ticklish spot they could and there was nothing you could do to stop them. You tried scrunching your toes to prevent your fingers from being directed back into the gaps, but they were soon taken back from your control and spread apart again. Your fingers scratched around in the gaps, causing your toes to wiggle with glee. You desperately squirmed around trying to do something to stop it, but you were completely locked down and powerless.
You couldn’t take it anymore. Gritting your teeth, you were about to scream when you heard a voice calling up to you from downstairs, and everything stopped. The invisible tendrils around your fingers were gone, your toes had stopped wiggling, and your feet no longer felt anchored to your thighs. While catching your breath, you hesitantly poke the sole of your foot with your finger to find they were back to their normal lack of ticklishness. Curiosity seemed to get the better of you as you scratched lightly at your soles on your own, only to find further evidence of this. Somewhere deep inside, you actually felt slightly disappointed.
As you uncrossed your legs to stand up…
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