“He… heh heh… let’s see… how tickly tickly can I be?”
Hillary’s dazed mined wandered back and forth, feeling uplifted and dazed from the gasses in the room. She had enjoyed tickling many people over her life, but she couldn’t recall ever having a victim ever tied down and completely at her mercy in a scenario as intimate as this. Perhaps in normal circumstances she never would have dreamed of taking such advantage. These were not normal circumstances, and the last healthy parts of her brain figured that they could easily blame it all on the laughing gas. Knowing the doctor had been rather creative with her tickling methods thus far, whether intentional or not, Hillary began to wander around the office, keeping an eye out for any tricks or tools she could use to truly turn the tables. Her gaze fell onto a small handheld gizmo with a wide head decorated with rubbery bristles, and when she picked it up, a press of the handle began to produce a small massaging effect at the end.
“Oh, I remember this! Boy, this tickled when the doctors used it on me!”
It was a wand for giving ultrasounds; Hillary wasn’t sure why Maria had one on her counter, but hers not to reason why. With the hobble of a tipsy drinker, she made her way to the end of the table, where the doctor’s converse sneakers were poking out of the ends of her scrubs. Eager to get at the treats underneath, she began to undo the laces while Maria strained her head to look.
“Hey hey wahehehe… not the feheheheet! That tool is for bellhehehehehes!”
The gas cannister continued to empty, and Hillary slipped Rodriguez’ shoes off. The socks slid off right after, and without any regard for teasing or starting slow, the redheaded mother brought the wand to her target’s heels right away. The wand, designed to flow over a curved surface and induce small vibrations deep into the skin, moved its bristles around the rounded Latina heels with perfect form, and Maria shrieked with laughter. Hillary’s fastenings held tight, but the table itself rattled as the incompetent doctor’s body shook up and down. The shaking of her body only served to move her skin against the cotton balls stuck inside her shirt; caught with nowhere else to go, the fuzzy fluffs were slowly pushed up and around her midriff and cleavage, and the bouncing of both certainly didn’t help. While using the wand on one foot, Hillary made sure to scrape her fingernails along the other one, and switched them up on occasion to give both the full experience of her new toy. She found it easy to glide the wand along the curves inside her feet up to her toes, and while it was too big to fit around the piggies, her skittering fingers more than made up for it.
“I diagnose you with… I don’t know… tickle toes! Koochie koochie koo!”
The tickle talk was coming out, and so was Maria’s laughter. Neither of the women was sure if they were having the time of their lives or not.
“Yahahahahahehehehe oh dehehehehear!” guffawed Maria, and Hillary’s chuckles joined in to fill the doctor’s office with sounds of merriment. Of course, it wasn’t the only thing filling the room, or their heads. Not entirely in control of her own actions, Hillary looked at the wand in her hand, and her mind flashed back to her own pregnancies long ago.
“Hmm… I wonder… if it still feels like that…”
Her bare belly still hanging out in the open, Hillary briefly touched the ultrasound wand to the center of her stomach, and immediately felt the ticklish jolt ripple through the entirety of her body.
“BWAHAHAHA… oopsie!”
Hillary buckled at the knees and stumbled backwards away from Maria, her bellybutton almost visibly twitching with residual tickle tingling; in her stupor, she tripped over the cannister of nitrous oxide that had been left on the floor and almost fell down to her behind. The can rolled away, the sounds of hollow metal ringing in the room, and the redhead watched with a small pout on her face.
“Aw… is it running out?”
If the gas had a soul of its own, it had taken control over Hillary’s mind completely. Instead of being relieved, she had the bizarre thought to continue the escapade, and made her way over to the cupboard where Maria had pulled the gas from earlier. Sure enough, Maria had an entire stockpile of nitrous oxide at her disposal, five full cans still left. And Hillary picked one up to slam down to the floor at full force. The first one had a dent and a leak; the second one’s cap blasted completely off, and a hiss filled the air. Maria’s eyes went wide, both with apprehension and excitement, as Hillary turned to face her.
“Ahahaha, I’ve never had this much fahahahan at the doctor!”
“Hehe… we’re both just some… giggle girls!”
“You more than mehehe!”
The young mother stepped forward, no longer interested in the doctor’s soles. She rolled up the hems of her scrubs to expose as much of her tanned legs as she could, managing to bunch them up underneath her knees. Maria shuddered as the mere cold air seemed to tickle her legs, and this was not lost on Hillary as she turned the wand back on. The curvature of Maria’s calves was perfect to glide the wand across, and she did so with glee, left, right, left, right, like dragging a soft paintbrush across a canvas. A very twitchy, sensitive canvas.
“YAHAHAHAHAHA!!! No fahahahahair! It’s for stomahahahahachs! Bellehehehehes! TUMMIEHEHEHEHES! HEHEHEHEHE!!!”
The gas had fazed Maria’s mind so much that instead of begging to be released, she was more concerned about the proper application of her doctor’s tools regardless of the consequences. But Hillary was happy to oblige. She moved to the side of the table and swung a leg up and over, pressing it down against Maria’s thighs as she picked herself up and over the doctor. Both women blushed as Hillary straddled Maria’s hips and looked down at her captive.
“Hehehe… tummy time?”
“Hehehe… tummy time indeheheheed!”
Already knowing how delightfully sensitive Maria’s spicy Latin abdomen was from going under her shirt earlier, Hillary needed to see it for herself. The laughing gas in her head was procuring rhythmic chuckles from her lungs like a chuffing train, and at this point, very much clouding her judgement. She had completely forgotten about the entire jar’s worth of cotton balls she had dumped into the scrubs earlier. And when she gripped the doctor’s shirt with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morning, Hillary ripped Maria’s shirt open only to get assaulted by a concentrated pile of cotton balls blown upwards into the air. It only took the meager brushing of the fuzz across her stomach, buzzing against her sides, hips, and ribs, to force a gale of laughter from the young mother’s mouth. And her poor outie bellybutton, driven to hyper-insanity from the ever-increasing laughing gas, only needed to be lightly touched to send her into hysterics. Hillary screamed and flailed her hands as the waft of cotton blew by her, shaking Maria underneath her.
“WAHAHAHA NAHAHAT MY TUMMEHEHEHE!!!”
Hillary’s endurance failed, and she fell down on top of Maria. But, not before the ultrasound wand dropped out of her hand, landing right on top of Rodriguez’s bouncing bra. Hillary’s own smushed right into it as she sank onto her doctor, sandwiching the vibrating device between their ample chests. In addition, a dozen cotton balls remained trapped between their midriffs as they pressed together, one particularly nasty one nestling in between Hillary’s ball outie navel as it pressed into Maria’s deep innie, a perfect fit and a ticklish nightmare.
“HAHAHAHAHAOHNONONONOAHAHAHAHAHELP!!! HEHEHEHELP!!!”
“TOO MUCH! TOHOHOHOMUAHAHAHACH! YAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“SO TICKLY! SO TICKLY! SO TICKLY! EEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!”
“I’M MORE TICKLY!!!”
“NO, MEHEHEHE!!!”
The ability to feel embarrassment was lost on the poor women as Hillary rocked and spasmed on top of Maria’s body. Unfortunately, the tickling completely eroded away her strength to lift herself off. It had perhaps been the most ticklish scenario the poor women had ever found themselves in. Fate can be a cruel mistress: the wand’s battery was fully charged, and Hillary herself had just opened up the new can of gas. They weren’t going anywhere soon without outside help.
The screams of laughter from the laughing gas hotbox could no doubt be heard from down the hall. While their mother and new doctor were going crazy, Tina and Brie…
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