The laughing gas continued hissing out, filling the room and its two occupants with its giddy, euphoric effects. Cotton balls were strewn about everywhere, sticking to their hair, clothes, and bodies in key ticklish places.
"Heeheehee...ohh this gas is reahahahally getting to me!" Hillary managed. She looked down at the cotton balls still stubbornly clinging to her exposed stomach and belly button. Maria was in a similar predicament, with one pesky cotton ball lodged in the crook of her armpit, driving her into delirious giggles every time she moved. She frantically tried swiping at it, only managing to stroke her own ticklish underarm.
"Yeeheeheehee! I cahahan't...stohohop!" She squeaked out.
In her laughing gas-addled state, Hillary didn't think twice about unbuttoning her top and shrugging it off leaving her upper body uncovered save for her bra .
"Haahehehe...much betterrrheehee!" She sighed, desperately brushing away the last stubborn cotton balls with her newly freed hands.
Realizing the necessity of the situation, Maria gave in to a fresh peal of giggles as she quickly shrugged off her long lab coat. It fell in a heap on the floor, leaving the slim Latina in just a fitted violet sleeveless scrub top. With a desperate swipe, she finally was able to dislodge all the cotton embedded in her armpits.
The two women standing half-undressed and in fits of giggles looked at each other. With the immediate threat of tickles having been taken care of, the giggly young physician could feel her clinical mindset slipping as the nitrous oxide went to her head.
"Teehehehe Hillary, if you'll just...heeheehee...come back over to the exam table," Maria said, gesturing towards the velcro restraints. Any pretense of an actual medical examination had been gleefully abandoned.
Hillary wasn't fooled for an instant. The redhead smirked knowingly, placing her hands on her hips in faux-indignation.
"Oh no you don't, Dr. Rodrigiggles! I know exactly what you have in mind with those strappy things," she tutted in mock-reproach. "You just want to strap me down so you can really go to town with the tickles!"
Maria's full lips curved into a Cheshire grin, her face flushed partially due to the laughing gas and having been caught red handed.
"Well...teeheehee..." the Latina giggled. "It's all just...heeheehoo...part of your 'treatment', Hillary!"
Hillary sauntered towards the doctor as if to comply with her request. Unbeknownst to the young woman, Hillary had her own plan in mind. With one swift motion, the mother’s fingers darted forward rapidly poking and squeezing Maria's scrub covered sides and stomach.
"EEEYIHIHIHIHIHIHI! N-NAHAHAHA STAHAHAP!" Maria's shrieks of laughter immediately filled the room as she squirmed and danced from the onslaught.
"Alright, Maria...since you were so insistent on using these," Hillary said. "I think it's only fair that you get to experience them yourself!"
Before the bewildered Latina could protest, Hillary's hands were on her, gently guiding her towards the exam table. The young doctor's giggly body went willingly and soon her wrists and ankles were fastened in the velcro cuffs.
"No f-fair!" Maria managed, tugging futilely. "I'm sup-hohohoho-upposed to be the one ex-ahahahaham-ining you!"
Ignoring her, the redhead mother gave the restraints an experimental tug, smirking at how snugly they held the squirming Latina in place.
"Well, you did give me and my daughters such a...vigorous examination earlier, Dr. Rodrigiggles," she said, running her fingertips along Maria's lower tummy just above the waistband of her scrub pants teasingly. "I guess I’ll return the favor!"
To punctuate her point, the redhead reached up and slowly placed her hands on the tender skin of Maria's exposed armpits. The younger woman immediately stiffened.
"N-No! No tickling! Hillary please! That's not...heeheehee...fair!" Maria pleaded, her olive skin already flushing.
Hillary grinned wickedly, wiggling her fingers ever so gently in the tender hollows causing Dr. Rodriguez to fall into a fit of giggles. "Not fair? Why, I'm simply conducting the same sort of rigorous examination that you did on my poor daughters and me!"
With that, the teasing redhead dove in, scrabbling her nails furiously back and forth all over the smooth skin. Instantly, the bound doctor exploded into raucous shrieks of laughter, thrashing helplessly.
"EEEYAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! STAHAHAP!" Maria wailed. "I'M SOHOHORRY I TIHIHICKLED YOU! EEEHEEHEEHEE!"
"Sorry doesn't cut it, doctor!" Hillary sing-songed.
Relentless in her playful torment, the older woman pressed her knuckles into the hollows of Maria's underarms, beginning to saw back and forth vigorously against the silken skin. This technique had the desired effect, rapidly reducing the Latina to a convulsing, squealing mess of ticklish anguish.
"AAAAHAHAHAHAHEEEHEEHEEHEE! P-PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN'T...HAHAHA...TAKE MOOOHOHOHORE!" Maria shrieked through her hysterics, arching her back and straining at her bonds deliciously.
With a devilish grin, Hillary finally paused in her relentless onslaught, leaving the gasping, flushed doctor to sag against the table, sucking in heaving breaths. The thick, cloying mist of nitrous oxide still hung heavy in the air of the exam room. Maria suddenly felt something slip under her snug violet scrub top and start poking around. The younger woman squirmed as her midsection was teased by Hillary’s slim fingers.
"Nohoho… Hillary! Stahahap it!" Maria protested.
"What's the matter?" Hillary cooed with playful mockery, hovering just a hair's breadth above the trapped Latina's navel. "You seemed to have no problem...poking and prodding my tummy earlier..."
She punctuated her teasing words with a deliberate poke of her finger directly into Maria's tight bellybutton, immediately unleashing a piercing shriek of laughter.
"YIHIHIHIHIHI! NOHOHOHO! NOT MY BEHEHEHEHEHELLY!" Maria wailed, her entire toned abdomen convulsing uncontrollably as Hillary relentlessly swirled and prodded the tip of her finger around the sensitive prize. The nitrous oxide heightened every lovely sensation. While one hand continued its relentless torment, the other drifted back to the flustered Latina's bare underarms, pitter-pattering in light, feathery strokes that utterly demolished any resistance Maria might have had left.
"AAAHAHAHAHAHEEEHEEHEEHEE! NAAHAHAHA! MEHEHEHRCY!" Her laughter grew to a delirious shriek. All Maria could do was dissolve into hysterics, her long legs kicking weakly against the examination table.
A stray cotton ball flew by Hillary’s face, being blown by the nearby fan, and a proverbial lightbulb went off in her head.
"You know, Maria..." Hillary purred, waggling a reproachful finger as if suddenly remembering something. "We never did finish cleaning up this mess of cotton balls..."
Trailing off with an impish giggle, the older woman snatched up the scattered canister that had started this ticklish adventure. She unscrewed the lid, revealing the fluffy white contents inside. Maria's dark, heavily-lidded eyes went wide with a sudden premonition of sweet suffering to come.
"N-No! No no no! Hillary! D-Don't you dare...eeeheeheehee pleeeeheeheeheese!!" the helpless Latina began to protest, quickly dissolving into a fit of anticipatory laughter.
Ignoring the flustered doctor's pleading, Hillary simply smirked and gave the plastic container a mighty shake directly over Maria's trembling torso, dumping a veritable blizzard of cotton balls directly down into the front of the disheveled Latina's scrub top.
"AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! GET THEM OHOHOHOFF!" Maria screamed as thousands of tiny cotton fibers tickled mercilessly at her sensitive skin. Each struggling heave of her chest seemed to simply draw the downy white fluff deeper into her cleavage and ticklish navel. The redheaded mother was delighted as a playful waft of cool air from the fan immediately sent the clinging cotton into fluffy, tickling motion once more!
"Yihihihihi Nononono! Stah-hah-hah-haAAHAHAHAHAAA!" The poor, thrashing Latina's words dissolved into helpless hysterics as every inch of her torso was assailed by the swirling, airy caresses.
Hillary stood back to admire the scene, the Poor Dr. Maria Rodriguez, once the picture of professional composure, if not a bit careless, now contorted and writhed helplessly amidst the ticklish torment. A small part of Hillary’s mind that wasn’t affected by the gas noted that this is the sort of thing Brie would think up. “I guess the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.” She mused to herself. Speaking of her girls, she wondered what they were up to. Not much she could do anyways being locked in here. Might as well make the most of it.
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