KITTLETOWN THREE
by Max Speer
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Miss Tickle Contest
Part One
The kids at the Kittletown School pushed to get out of class. After all it was Friday and they had a three day weekend.
Buddy walked slowly up to Miss Sherman's desk. He loved Miss Sherman. He lusted for her in his brand new pubescent way. Miss Sherman was everything he would ever want in a woman. She was also insanely ticklish; perhaps more so than his sister, Jamie, who Buddy always believed to be the most ticklish girl on Earth!
The boy looked at his teacher sitting and writing at her desk. She was wearing a flowery, sleeveless dress that buttoned down the front. She was perfect. A gold wedding band shone from her left hand. Buddy wondered how often Miss Sherman's new husband tickled her. He was jealous.
"Miss Sherman?" Buddy said with a crack in his voice.
"Hi, Buddy. What can I do for you?" Miss Sherman said with a smile as she laid down her pen and clasped her hands together.
God, she is beautiful!
"Guess what? My aunt's best friend is in the Miss Tickle contest tonight."
"That's wonderful!" Miss Sherman said with a big smile. "You must be very proud."
"I am. Miss Sherman, how come you were never in that contest?"
Cindy Sherman blushed and lowered her eyes with a smile.
"Well, I guess being a teacher I could never do anything like that. Besides, I'm not pretty enough."
"Not pretty enough??? You're the most beautiful lady in the world." Buddy was suddenly embarrassed by his passionate outcry.
"Buddy, that's so sweet of you. Let me give you a hug."
Buddy walked around to where she was sitting and watched as Cindy's smooth, bare arms reached out for him. He caught a glimpse of her smooth underarms quickly as she pulled him close. Buddy at Miss Sherman's bare shoulders. He craned his neck to see underneath her arms. Finally, he returned the hug and when he felt her warm body through the soft, cotton material of her dress he became very excited.
His hands felt her back until he let them wander up her sides.
Cindy was unaware of Buddy's feelings since she was so overwhelmed with feelings. She envied those girls that competed. But she knew that she was just a small town girl who could never be judged in the same class as Gregory's girls.
Buddy's hands felt up the sides of Miss Sherman's dress until he felt the armholes. He knew that less than an inch away was her soft, sensitive skin. There was no stopping now, though, and he reached higher until his fingertips touched the smooth surface of her underarms. Once there, in that split second, he began to tickle the highly ticklish skin.
"OH!!!!!!" Cindy shrieked as she withdrew her arms quickly. "Buddy," she said giggling, "How many times have I told you not to tickle me."
"But I thought that it was okay to tickle girls," Buddy said.
"Yes that's true, but not in school; and not your teacher. Okay?"
"Okay."
Buddy was slightly embarrassed but excited as he turned to leave. But as he did, he saw Miss Sherman lift the arm that was nearest to him brush her hair out of her eyes. When she did this he saw her bare armpit clear and exposed.
Quickly, he shot his hand up, wriggling his fingers to tickle her armpit furiously for a moment before he sped off.
Miss Sherman screamed and laughed, throwing her arm down. He heard her laughter as he ran down the hall to the exit.
* * *
"How do you feel?" Pam asked Sandra as she painted Sandra's lips with a small brush. "Don't answer. I'm so nervous. I'm glad it's not me that's going up there tonight. Sorry. I didn't mean to..."
Just then, Jim walked into the room. "Are you through making Sandra more nervous than she is?" he asked. Then he noticed how sexy his sister-in-law was. She wore a gold, sequined dress which blended nicely with her golden hair. Her bare arms were a nice compliment against the chainmail-type hardness of her sequins. As he looked down he saw her small, ticklish feet in matching pumps.
"So Sandra, you're trusting Pam with your make-up? Bad move," he said jokingly as he picked up one of Pam's thin make-up brushes. "I think Pam's hand is a little too unsteady for that."
"What do you mean my hand's unsteadeeeee!!!!!!"
Her sentence was punctuated with giggles and jerks as Jim brushed the thin bristles with a single stroke under Pam's arm.
"Stop Jim," Sandra said smiling, obviously enjoying watching Pam giggling from being tickled. "You'll screw me up."
"What was that? 'I'll screw you?"" Jim said approaching Sandra.
"You'll do what?" came a voice behind him. It was Barbara. He gasped as he saw her. She looked so sexy that it was hard to believe that she was still the same woman.
"Wh-where'd you get that d-dress?" was all that could come out of his mouth.
Barbara was standing there in a black, velvet dress with golden sequins in various designs. The neckline was low and it accentuated her beautiful, ripe breasts. The armholes were large and the sides of her breasts were exposed in them. But there was something else about her.
After the 'initiation' at Feathers, Barbara was brought home and helped into bed by a few of the girls who were sober enough to handle the limp woman. Giggling quietly, they stripped her and put her into a nightgown, then laid her to sleep. Even in her sleep, Barbara was radiant. She lay on the bed, her arms splayed over her head. One of the giggling girls couldn't resist and bent down to tickle the smooth underarms of the sleeping woman. Even in her deep sleep, Barbara let out a giggle and threw her arms down, then purred, turned over on her side, and curled up like a baby -- smiling.
That night Barbara had the strangest dreams.
She was a mermaid, swimming, swirling through a blue ocean. The water rocked her and, at times, made her feel a little dizzy; yet she loved the freedom of shooting through the cool tides. At times, she swam through schools of fish which tickled as they fluttered around her. It reminded her of The Little Mermaid when Ariel was "tickled" by a school of fish as the music played.
She looked back and saw that her hair was red, like Ariel and she had a golden fishtail. Her skin was whitish pink and for a moment she felt like Sandra with her red hair and fair complexion.
Suddenly, she was surrounded by scientists, dressed in white lab coats and wearing bubbling scuba masks. They even had pens in their breast pockets. A few grabbed her wrists and one grabbed her waist. She struggled but it started to feel good, especially the hands around her waist which tickled down her pelvis and between her legs.
Barbara looked down at the hands and found that her golden fish body was gone and she was now a woman. The water swirled and bubbled and all the people including Barbara had trouble standing in one place. It was dizzying! Her arms were lifted and one scientist removed a blunt probe from his breast pocket and began probing Barbara's sensitive armpits.
Barbara began to laugh and struggle to free herself as the scientists laughed a bubbly laugh along with her. The probe poked down her ribcage and across her belly. Then it poked up the other side to her other armpit. This feeling was unbearably ticklish and she opened her mouth wide to laugh.
Suddenly water filled her throat and she found it hard to keep from swallowing. There was no feeling of panic, however, she merely began to drink.
"Drink! Drink! Drink!" the scientists chanted in their bubbling voices. "Drink the magic water!"
Barbara began to feel her head swelling. It felt as if it was about to burst and she began to cry. The scientists insisted that she continue drinking but she stopped herself. They began to scold her and she broke free and hid her face in her hands.
Suddenly her head swelled and exploded.
Barbara awoke with a start. She had a splitting headache and felt more than a bit queasy.
Shit, a hangover.
After she got up and washed she looked at herself in the mirror.
My God, I look ten years younger!
Indeed she did. The experience and the Formula had transformed her. She was every bit as gorgeous as her sister Pam.
"My goodness, Barb," said her husband. "You are beautiful!."
The two girls stared in disbelief. Sandra actually dropped her jaw.
Jamie was in her room preparing herself. She put on a very sexy red velvet dress and posed with her hands over her head, grabbing her thick mane of curly blond hair.
"Suddenly she felt an electrical current run from her armpits down her sides and she realized in that split second that someone was tickling her underarms. She screamed and whipped around.
Buddy began to laugh as he poked his finger at Jamie's ribs that practically stuck out through the thin material of her dress.
"Ooh! Ooh! Stop it!!! No! Nooo!!!" Jamie said giggling with her hands up to shield her tickling brother.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle," Buddy repeated as he circled around his squirming sister, trying to get her to raise an arm so he could slip his fingers into her ticklish underarm.
Jamie knew his plan and kept her elbows tight against her body, but the poking began to take its toll on the ticklish girl and she fell backward onto her bed.
Buddy pounced on her.
"Buddeeeeee!!!!" Jamie screamed. "Mom! Buddy's gonna mess up my dress!"
Buddy climbed on his sister and fought for her wrists which he won easily. Then the struggle to lift them over her head as Jamie cried out to her mother that Buddy is messing her hair up.
Finally Buddy managed to pin Jamie's wrists over her head and Jamie really began to scream.
Look at those beautiful underarms. Just like Mrs. Sherman's!
Buddy wasn't strong enough to hold her two wrists together at this point so he opted to bend low and touch his nose to his sister's soft underarm, 'tickling' her with the tip.
Jamie exploded in a shower of giggles and twisted back and forth.
Suddenly, Buddy felt someone tickling his ribs and turned to see Barbara prying his hands off of his sister.
Turning quickly, Buddy ceased the opportunity and shot his fingers up and under Barbara's exposed right armpit.
Barbara squealed and backed off so quickly that Buddy froze. Even Jamie, lying flat on her back lifted her head to see what had happened.
Barbara was embarrassed at her outcry. It seemed a little exaggerated. After all, she'd been tickled there before.
This time it was different.
"Sorry," she said apologetically. "I guess I'm more ticklish than I thought."
She was more ticklish than before. Alot more ticklish. It had to be the drug they gave her the other night.
She was just getting over the tickling when something else happened that took her by surprise. She was wet. The tickling triggered an instantaneous orgasm.
Wow, what the hell is going on?
Jamie got up and fixed her hair. Buddy watched her lift her bare arms and was about to tickle her exposed armpits again when Jim called him.
"Buddy," his father said. "Get dressed NOW. We're leaving for the contest in 15 minutes!"
* * *
When the gang walked outside they found a white, stretch limo waiting for them. A smiling chauffeur handed Sandra a dozen roses and tipped his hat.
Sandra looked so stunning that it was hard for anyone to keep their eyes off of her. She was truly 'star' material.
Pam sat next to her best friend and looked at Sandra's smooth, perfect arms revealed through her blue, sequined evening gown. She wanted to touch her and let Sandra feel the tickle, but knew that it was forbidden on the night of the contest. Sandra had to be untouched.
by Max Speer
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Miss Tickle Contest
Part One
The kids at the Kittletown School pushed to get out of class. After all it was Friday and they had a three day weekend.
Buddy walked slowly up to Miss Sherman's desk. He loved Miss Sherman. He lusted for her in his brand new pubescent way. Miss Sherman was everything he would ever want in a woman. She was also insanely ticklish; perhaps more so than his sister, Jamie, who Buddy always believed to be the most ticklish girl on Earth!
The boy looked at his teacher sitting and writing at her desk. She was wearing a flowery, sleeveless dress that buttoned down the front. She was perfect. A gold wedding band shone from her left hand. Buddy wondered how often Miss Sherman's new husband tickled her. He was jealous.
"Miss Sherman?" Buddy said with a crack in his voice.
"Hi, Buddy. What can I do for you?" Miss Sherman said with a smile as she laid down her pen and clasped her hands together.
God, she is beautiful!
"Guess what? My aunt's best friend is in the Miss Tickle contest tonight."
"That's wonderful!" Miss Sherman said with a big smile. "You must be very proud."
"I am. Miss Sherman, how come you were never in that contest?"
Cindy Sherman blushed and lowered her eyes with a smile.
"Well, I guess being a teacher I could never do anything like that. Besides, I'm not pretty enough."
"Not pretty enough??? You're the most beautiful lady in the world." Buddy was suddenly embarrassed by his passionate outcry.
"Buddy, that's so sweet of you. Let me give you a hug."
Buddy walked around to where she was sitting and watched as Cindy's smooth, bare arms reached out for him. He caught a glimpse of her smooth underarms quickly as she pulled him close. Buddy at Miss Sherman's bare shoulders. He craned his neck to see underneath her arms. Finally, he returned the hug and when he felt her warm body through the soft, cotton material of her dress he became very excited.
His hands felt her back until he let them wander up her sides.
Cindy was unaware of Buddy's feelings since she was so overwhelmed with feelings. She envied those girls that competed. But she knew that she was just a small town girl who could never be judged in the same class as Gregory's girls.
Buddy's hands felt up the sides of Miss Sherman's dress until he felt the armholes. He knew that less than an inch away was her soft, sensitive skin. There was no stopping now, though, and he reached higher until his fingertips touched the smooth surface of her underarms. Once there, in that split second, he began to tickle the highly ticklish skin.
"OH!!!!!!" Cindy shrieked as she withdrew her arms quickly. "Buddy," she said giggling, "How many times have I told you not to tickle me."
"But I thought that it was okay to tickle girls," Buddy said.
"Yes that's true, but not in school; and not your teacher. Okay?"
"Okay."
Buddy was slightly embarrassed but excited as he turned to leave. But as he did, he saw Miss Sherman lift the arm that was nearest to him brush her hair out of her eyes. When she did this he saw her bare armpit clear and exposed.
Quickly, he shot his hand up, wriggling his fingers to tickle her armpit furiously for a moment before he sped off.
Miss Sherman screamed and laughed, throwing her arm down. He heard her laughter as he ran down the hall to the exit.
* * *
"How do you feel?" Pam asked Sandra as she painted Sandra's lips with a small brush. "Don't answer. I'm so nervous. I'm glad it's not me that's going up there tonight. Sorry. I didn't mean to..."
Just then, Jim walked into the room. "Are you through making Sandra more nervous than she is?" he asked. Then he noticed how sexy his sister-in-law was. She wore a gold, sequined dress which blended nicely with her golden hair. Her bare arms were a nice compliment against the chainmail-type hardness of her sequins. As he looked down he saw her small, ticklish feet in matching pumps.
"So Sandra, you're trusting Pam with your make-up? Bad move," he said jokingly as he picked up one of Pam's thin make-up brushes. "I think Pam's hand is a little too unsteady for that."
"What do you mean my hand's unsteadeeeee!!!!!!"
Her sentence was punctuated with giggles and jerks as Jim brushed the thin bristles with a single stroke under Pam's arm.
"Stop Jim," Sandra said smiling, obviously enjoying watching Pam giggling from being tickled. "You'll screw me up."
"What was that? 'I'll screw you?"" Jim said approaching Sandra.
"You'll do what?" came a voice behind him. It was Barbara. He gasped as he saw her. She looked so sexy that it was hard to believe that she was still the same woman.
"Wh-where'd you get that d-dress?" was all that could come out of his mouth.
Barbara was standing there in a black, velvet dress with golden sequins in various designs. The neckline was low and it accentuated her beautiful, ripe breasts. The armholes were large and the sides of her breasts were exposed in them. But there was something else about her.
After the 'initiation' at Feathers, Barbara was brought home and helped into bed by a few of the girls who were sober enough to handle the limp woman. Giggling quietly, they stripped her and put her into a nightgown, then laid her to sleep. Even in her sleep, Barbara was radiant. She lay on the bed, her arms splayed over her head. One of the giggling girls couldn't resist and bent down to tickle the smooth underarms of the sleeping woman. Even in her deep sleep, Barbara let out a giggle and threw her arms down, then purred, turned over on her side, and curled up like a baby -- smiling.
That night Barbara had the strangest dreams.
She was a mermaid, swimming, swirling through a blue ocean. The water rocked her and, at times, made her feel a little dizzy; yet she loved the freedom of shooting through the cool tides. At times, she swam through schools of fish which tickled as they fluttered around her. It reminded her of The Little Mermaid when Ariel was "tickled" by a school of fish as the music played.
She looked back and saw that her hair was red, like Ariel and she had a golden fishtail. Her skin was whitish pink and for a moment she felt like Sandra with her red hair and fair complexion.
Suddenly, she was surrounded by scientists, dressed in white lab coats and wearing bubbling scuba masks. They even had pens in their breast pockets. A few grabbed her wrists and one grabbed her waist. She struggled but it started to feel good, especially the hands around her waist which tickled down her pelvis and between her legs.
Barbara looked down at the hands and found that her golden fish body was gone and she was now a woman. The water swirled and bubbled and all the people including Barbara had trouble standing in one place. It was dizzying! Her arms were lifted and one scientist removed a blunt probe from his breast pocket and began probing Barbara's sensitive armpits.
Barbara began to laugh and struggle to free herself as the scientists laughed a bubbly laugh along with her. The probe poked down her ribcage and across her belly. Then it poked up the other side to her other armpit. This feeling was unbearably ticklish and she opened her mouth wide to laugh.
Suddenly water filled her throat and she found it hard to keep from swallowing. There was no feeling of panic, however, she merely began to drink.
"Drink! Drink! Drink!" the scientists chanted in their bubbling voices. "Drink the magic water!"
Barbara began to feel her head swelling. It felt as if it was about to burst and she began to cry. The scientists insisted that she continue drinking but she stopped herself. They began to scold her and she broke free and hid her face in her hands.
Suddenly her head swelled and exploded.
Barbara awoke with a start. She had a splitting headache and felt more than a bit queasy.
Shit, a hangover.
After she got up and washed she looked at herself in the mirror.
My God, I look ten years younger!
Indeed she did. The experience and the Formula had transformed her. She was every bit as gorgeous as her sister Pam.
"My goodness, Barb," said her husband. "You are beautiful!."
The two girls stared in disbelief. Sandra actually dropped her jaw.
Jamie was in her room preparing herself. She put on a very sexy red velvet dress and posed with her hands over her head, grabbing her thick mane of curly blond hair.
"Suddenly she felt an electrical current run from her armpits down her sides and she realized in that split second that someone was tickling her underarms. She screamed and whipped around.
Buddy began to laugh as he poked his finger at Jamie's ribs that practically stuck out through the thin material of her dress.
"Ooh! Ooh! Stop it!!! No! Nooo!!!" Jamie said giggling with her hands up to shield her tickling brother.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle," Buddy repeated as he circled around his squirming sister, trying to get her to raise an arm so he could slip his fingers into her ticklish underarm.
Jamie knew his plan and kept her elbows tight against her body, but the poking began to take its toll on the ticklish girl and she fell backward onto her bed.
Buddy pounced on her.
"Buddeeeeee!!!!" Jamie screamed. "Mom! Buddy's gonna mess up my dress!"
Buddy climbed on his sister and fought for her wrists which he won easily. Then the struggle to lift them over her head as Jamie cried out to her mother that Buddy is messing her hair up.
Finally Buddy managed to pin Jamie's wrists over her head and Jamie really began to scream.
Look at those beautiful underarms. Just like Mrs. Sherman's!
Buddy wasn't strong enough to hold her two wrists together at this point so he opted to bend low and touch his nose to his sister's soft underarm, 'tickling' her with the tip.
Jamie exploded in a shower of giggles and twisted back and forth.
Suddenly, Buddy felt someone tickling his ribs and turned to see Barbara prying his hands off of his sister.
Turning quickly, Buddy ceased the opportunity and shot his fingers up and under Barbara's exposed right armpit.
Barbara squealed and backed off so quickly that Buddy froze. Even Jamie, lying flat on her back lifted her head to see what had happened.
Barbara was embarrassed at her outcry. It seemed a little exaggerated. After all, she'd been tickled there before.
This time it was different.
"Sorry," she said apologetically. "I guess I'm more ticklish than I thought."
She was more ticklish than before. Alot more ticklish. It had to be the drug they gave her the other night.
She was just getting over the tickling when something else happened that took her by surprise. She was wet. The tickling triggered an instantaneous orgasm.
Wow, what the hell is going on?
Jamie got up and fixed her hair. Buddy watched her lift her bare arms and was about to tickle her exposed armpits again when Jim called him.
"Buddy," his father said. "Get dressed NOW. We're leaving for the contest in 15 minutes!"
* * *
When the gang walked outside they found a white, stretch limo waiting for them. A smiling chauffeur handed Sandra a dozen roses and tipped his hat.
Sandra looked so stunning that it was hard for anyone to keep their eyes off of her. She was truly 'star' material.
Pam sat next to her best friend and looked at Sandra's smooth, perfect arms revealed through her blue, sequined evening gown. She wanted to touch her and let Sandra feel the tickle, but knew that it was forbidden on the night of the contest. Sandra had to be untouched.
