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 Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 8:09 pm
The tickliest amusement park in the world! Fun for all ages!
It looks like an ordinary amusement park... on the outside. On the inside, you find that every ride you may choose to go on tickles you during the ride.
Most of the rides -- such as the rollercoaster and the ferris wheel -- are just the regular rides with robotic ticklers built in. Each patron has until the ride starts to turn off whichever of his ticklers he doesn't want tickling him: underarms, ribs, tummy, or feet. The ticklers can "sense" where the spots they're supposed to be tickling are, and haven't made a mistake since the early days of the park. Still, if there are any errors, patrons are encouraged to report them. The ticklers are also sanitized between rides, so contamination from one patron cannot be passed to another via that method.
There are also a set of park employees, both male and female, who wander the park and tickle anyone who asks them to. They're especially popular with the kids.
In about the middle of the park is a ring of 8 boxes. Each box is meant to contain a willing person. That patron must pay a ticket to occupy a box for an hour. Each box is fully adjustable, accommodating anyone from small children to large adults, and allowing any of the following to be exposed: underarms, sides, tummy, feet. Other patrons then must pay a ticket to tickle someone in a box for one minute. Employees keep watch to make sure that no one tickles without giving up a ticket, tickles longer than allowed, or has any other interactions with the people in the boxes.
Now then. In addition to being yourself, you may be other characters; try to limit it to two. You may be employees insofar as they interact with your character.
Have fun!
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 8:17 am
Hannah got off the rollercoaster, still giggling. "I love this place!" she exclaimed.
Hannah was a pretty 11-year-old with strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a faded blue sleeveless denim top, tied up at the top of her tummy, letting it show, and blue knee-length jean shorts that came up to about an inch below her cute vertical oval innie.
Hannah loved coming here, mainly because she loved being tickled. Which is good, because a lot of her friends and family liked to tickle her, especially when she bared her attractive belly, either by moving intervening fabric out of the way, or by wearing things that, as now, don't cover it up in the first place.
She took a restroom break, and went looking for an employee. She found one tickling a 10-year-old shirtless boy silly. The boy was helpless with ticklish laughter. Hannah grinned, not only at the sight and sound, but because frequent patronage made her familiar with the employee in question. The employee stopped tickling the boy, who sat up, giggling, and gave her a big hug, which she returned. The boy put his shirt back on, and went to another part of the park.
Hannah approached her, grinning. "Hey, Hannah!" said the employee, Jennifer, unrolling some fresh wax paper. "You want your usual?" "Yeah!" said Hannah. "All right, then," Jennifer replied, smiling fondly at her. "Get on up here."
Hannah loved being tickled by this particular one the most. She was a lovely 19-year-old girl who loved her job here. She especially loved interacting with the younger patrons, thinking of them like little brothers and sisters. Sure, the job itself paid pretty well, but her real reward was the happiness of the children: their smiles; their laughter and giggles; their hugs and occasional cheek kisses.
Hannah got up on the table and lay down. It was like a doctor's examination table, right down to the wax paper, which was torn off and replaced after every session. Jennifer walked up beside her. "You ready?" she asked. "Mmhmm!" Hannah nodded, still grinning. "Thennnnnn... tickle tickle tickle!" said Jennifer, starting by tickling Hannah's ribs. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hee hee hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" After about a minute of rib tickles, Jennifer moved on to tickling her underarms. "EEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HA HA HA HA HA!" Jennifer tickled her armpits for a minute or so before beginning to tickle Hannah's favorite and most ticklish tickle spot: her bare belly. "Gittie gittie gittie," she said. She mostly kneaded the preteen's tummy, but occasionally scribbled her fingers all over the skin of her stomach. "AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She had a lovely laugh, and was so cute when being tickled. Which wasn't hard, as she was cute, anyway. Jennifer tickled her tummy for 30 seconds to keep it from being too much at once, and tickled the inside of Hannah's adorable bellybutton. "Kitchie kitchie kitchie," she said. "Hee hee hee..." Hannah lightly giggled, grinning. "Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee... hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee..." She finished with a belly raspberry. "EeeeEEEEEeeee!" squealed Hannah with delight. "Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!"
Jennifer smiled. She patted Hannah's belly a couple of times and started rubbing it, which Hannah enjoyed. As her tummy was being rubbed, Hannah asked, "Do you get to be tickled by anybody?" "Yes, actually, I do," Jennifer replied. "My mom still likes to tickle me, there's my big brother, my big sister, my little brother, my little sister, my aunt, my cousins, my niece -- my brother's adorable little girl, that is -- my friends, my boyfriend, and I'm surprised you haven't seen it, but some of the kids here tickle me." Hannah was surprised. "We can do that?" she asked. "Yep!" replied Jennifer. "We don't usually tell anybody, but it's okay for the patrons to tickle us, as long as they ask first. We're allowed to refuse for any reason, though." Jennifer stopped rubbing, and Hannah sat up. "May I tickle you, then?" asked Hannah. "Of course," grinned the employee. "Let me change the paper first, and you can tickle me." Hannah got off the table and let Jennifer change the paper.
After Jennifer did so, she lay down on the table and bared her tummy. She had a good-looking tummy, adorned by an attractive round innie. "I love having my tummy tickled, too," Jennifer told Hannah, grinning. "It's very ticklish." Hannah smiled. "Ready?" she asked. "Yeah," said Jennifer. "Tickle!" "Okay! Tickle tickle tickle!" Hannah said, tickling the teen's tummy, sending her into peals of lovely laughter.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 5:28 am
Lance arrived for the first time to the amusement park, intrigued. His friends had told him about the place, but he never actually went. And this time, he was alone, which was good, because if his friends found out that he was insanely ticklish on his feet, he'd have to secure them in duct tape to keep them from getting him. He was ticklish elsewhere, but it was his feet that worried him.
He looked around, mainly to make sure that he would avoid anyone he knew, when he heard familiar laughter. He turned, wondering where it came from, and saw Hannah tickling an employee. His eyes grew wide. Jennifer! She was one of his best friends, even though he was about three years younger than her. He became extremely nervous, and tried to walk to the ferris wheel without the older girl seeing him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 9:54 am
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" laughed Jennifer as Hannah tickled the inside of her bellybutton. Hannah stopped tickling, and Jennifer sat up, giggling. "That was fun," said Jennifer. "Yeah," said Hannah, grinning. "Well, I'm gonna go get in a box. Seeya later!" They hugged, and Hannah left for the boxes.
Jennifer watched her leave. She was looking around for any more to come to her, when she spotted Lance heading in the direction of the ferris wheel. "Hey, Lance!" she called, smiling.
Meanwhile, Hannah was arriving at the boxes. He went up to the employee running the box. He smiled warmly when he saw her. "Oh, hey, Hannah," he said. "You want to get in a box, right?" "Yes, please," She said, smiling up at him. "You want that cute tummy of yours exposed, I assume," he said. "Yeah, said Hannah, "and my underarms." "Got it," he replied. "You're still 11, right?" "Yeah," said Hannah. "Okay then," he responded, and indicated an empty box. "Well, you know the drill. Get on up here." She did as told, and lay down with her head between a couple of boards. The man closed the section of the box that covered her feet and latched it down. Next, the section that covered from her ankles to her waist, adjusted to her size. He left the part open that would cover her belly if closed. "Arms up, he said. She put her arms up, and the employee closed the chest part, leaving the underarm section open. Finally, he closed the head section. He entered her age and gender, and the appropriate sign lit up with "11/F". He went over to the middle and gave her belly a couple of audible pats. "Okay, you're ready to go," he said.
Inside the box, in the head section, there was a microphone. This was attached to a loudspeaker high overhead. Hannah blew into the microphone to test it. She heard the sound that made from the speaker, and grinned. She took a breath, and said in her cute voice. "Tickle me!"
Okay, if you want Jennifer to interact with you, she's yours now. biggrin
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 4:32 pm
Lance flinched when he heard his name being called out. "Ah, crap..." he muttered. Slowly, he turned around, giving her a slightly sheepish smile, as if he were a child that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Slowly he approached her, his eyes concentrating on his feet, and stopped in front of her.
Jennifer looked at him, smirking. "Never thought I'd see the day when you'd come to this park", she said. "What made you change your mind?"
"I wanted to go for a while", he told the employee, keeping his eyes downcast. "But I was afraid that everyone else wouldn't leave me alone if they found out that I'm..."
"...Ticklish?" she asked, and by his blush and curt nod, she hit the nail on the head. "Well, I promise that I won't tell anyone that you're ticklish."
Lance looked up, surprised. "Really? You promise?" When she nodded, he smiled a big grin. "Okay... then I guess I can trust you... What's the main attractions in the park?" So Jennifer told him all about the mechanical ticklers, the boxes, and the jobs of the employees. "I can give you a small taste, if you want."
At first, Lance was nervous, but he nodded. "Alright, I'll try it... but don't you dare touch my feet, or I'll make sure you get tickled the whole time we hang out next saturday..." With that, he got on the sanitized table, and got himself prepared. He was startled by her sudden poking and prodding, and in seconds, was already squirming and laughing, doing the best he could to keep himself from falling off the table.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 11:27 am
"HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Nyperold was letting himself be tickled by another park employee, a 23-year-old woman named Alicia. She liked tickling children, too, though she preferred to tickle people in their late teens to 30s. When she finished, Nyperold stood back on the ground and put his shirt back on. "Now," he said, "may I tickle you?" "Sure," Alicia smiled, and changed the paper. She lay on top of it and raised her arms over her head, exposing underarms unprotected by sleeves. He approached her and started tickling her armpits. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEEEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
He continued tickling her for about a minute, Alicia laughing and giggling the whole time. She was really very ticklish under her arms. Nyperold stopped. "Okay," he said, "see you later. I'm off to the boxes to see if there's anyone I'd like to tickle." "Okay," she replied, "see you later, then."
He arrived at the boxes and looked around. There was only one with anybody in it. "An 11-year-old girl?" he said. "That'll work." He looked to see what was exposed. "Awww, what a cute tummy! Adorable bellybutton, too." he remarked. He went to the operator. "Excuse me," he said, "I'd like to tickle the girl there." "Certainly, sir," said the operator, with a smile. "That'll be one ticket per minute." Nyperold got his strip of tickets and tore off two, and handed them to the operator. "So that'll be two minutes?" said the operator. He plugged that number into the timer. "Okay, sir," he continued, "if you'll just go over there, I'll start whenever you do."
Nyperold stood beside the girl's belly. He reached for it and started tickling iit. The timer started counting down. Almost immediately, the girl's sweet laughter came from the loudspeaker. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
He scribbled, he kneaded. Sometimes he used both hands, other times only one. All served to induce delightful laughter. He switched to tickling the inside of her cute bellybutton, making her giggle. "Hee hee hee hee hee hee... Eee hee hee hee hee heee hee hee hee..." When time was down to only a few seconds, he blew a raspberry on her tummy. "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA!" "Okay, time's up, sir," said the operator. "Okay," said Nyperold, and headed for a bathroom. He planned to get in a box himself, but not until he took care of some business. The operator went over and wiped off her stomach.
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