"Nurse, please bring in some tickle itch lotion for Olivia's feet. I think it's time to kick her therapy up a couple notches" you say over the intercom. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOT THE LOTION, YOU CRUEL BASTARD. LEMME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, LEMME GO RIGHT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOW" screamed Olivia. "Hshshhshh, it's alright sweetheart. This is for your own good, I promise that's the truth" you say soothingly as you stroke Olivia's hair to comfort her. "MY OWN GOOD? I'M NOT INSANE, HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO TELL YOU PEOPLE THAT I'M NOT CRAZY" panics Olivia. "Now Olivia, we don't use the word "crazy" or "Insane" to describe any of our patients, we see girls from all walks of life enter this place and leave feeling a lot better, and they all have their own unique traits. We use tickling as a means of treatment and therapy because it's been shown to be effective in treating our patients, you'll thank us for this when you're all better" you smile. "JUST LEMME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" sobbed Olivia. You stroke her hair and comfort her.
Just then, the nurse comes into the room with a small container labeled "Tkl-0972: Tickle Itch Lotion, Regular Strength" Olivia begins panicking and screaming, trying to escape her restraints. "Here you go, doctor. Her charts show that we could move onto the extra strength variant of the lotion, though it's experimental" smiled the nurse. "Thank you, Nurse. What's the word, does the extra strength variant work?" you ask. "Yes, and our testing patients report it to be a icky, gloopy version of hell itself, as if The Devil was tickling them with the softest, most teasing touch of a feather for hours, and that was before they were even tickled" said the nurse. "Very good, I'll request some if needs be" you say as the nurse leaves the room.
"Alright, let's get this over with" you say as you open the container and put some gloves on. You grab a large helping with each gloved hand and apply it directly to the screaming woman's bare soles.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH............ ..............................................HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP. OH YOU BASTARD, IT ITCHES, IT...FUCKING ITCHES. AAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. GET...IT...OFF...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW" complains Olivia. "I'm sorry, but this is what we must do to help you" you say before getting Olivia's toes next. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOT...THE...TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH. HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. THIS IS THE WORST KIND OF HELL. SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT, NOT BETWEEN THE TOES. AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH. GET THIS SHIT OFF OF MY FEET RIGHT NOW, IT ITCHES LIKE MAD" cried Olivia. "There's a special solution to stop the lotion from itching, I'm going to apply it after out session. Until then, strap in" you say as you contemplate how best to tickle Olivia's bare feet.
The feathers are always a good choice, but feather dusters also would work extremely well. There was also a pair of feather gloves for giving itchy foot rubs that Olivia just hated being used on her.
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