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- Nov 28, 2021
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Maddie was a college student who loved trying new things, so when she saw the flyer for TickleFest Carnival, she couldn’t resist. A whole carnival dedicated to laughter and tickling? It sounded so unique and silly, she just had to see it for herself.
The day of the carnival was blisteringly hot, so Maddie dressed in a black sports bra and a pair of black Adidas short shorts, her blonde hair tied back into a ponytail to stay cool. She had to show her i.d. to attendants at the gate in order to get in, as only those 18+ were allowed inside. But luckily for her she was 20. As she walked through the carnival gates, she felt the warmth of the sun on her skin and the energy of the festival around her.
But what really drew the eyes of those around her wasn’t just her sporty outfit or her bright smile—it was her gorgeous, ridiculously ticklish belly. Maddie had always been known for her body, soft curves, and smooth, flawless tummy. It was the kind of tummy that would make anyone want to gently trace their fingers across it. Her belly button was pierced with a delicate silver jewel that glinted in the sunlight, drawing even more attention to her exposed midsection.
Maddie knew one thing for sure: her belly was incredibly ticklish. She glanced over at the Belly Zone, the area dedicated for belly tickling, she couldn’t help but grin. This was exactly the kind of place she was hoping for.
The Finger Flurry Challenge
Her first stop was The Finger Flurry Challenge, where contestants had to endure being tickled by “Tickle Masters” to win a prize. Maddie was helped onto a restraining table by the ticklers, her toned midsection fully on display, she shut her eyes and braced herself.
The first touch made her squeal. The masters’ fingers wiggled against her bare belly, lightly tracing circles around her belly button, and Maddie exploded into laughter. “OH MY GOSH! NO, NO, NO!” she screamed, squirming wildly as the tickling grew more intense.
“Wow, you’re really ticklish, huh?” one of the performers teased as their fingers scribbled faster over her skin.
“Aww, what a pretty girl!” Cooed another and dug his fingers into her belly.
Maddie threw her head back, her laughter turning to loud, uncontrollable shrieks. “STOP, PLEASE—I CAN’T TAKE IT!” Her entire body twisting and kicking as the ticklers focused on her belly and sides.
By the end, Maddie was gasping for breath, her face red and her tummy sore from laughing so hard. “That… was insane,” she panted, still giggling as she clutched her belly.
The Feather Drill Show
Next, Maddie found herself at The Feather Drill show. She watched as the performer revealed the tool—a stiff feather attached to a spinning drill. Maddie’s eyes widened. “That looks brutal,” she mumbled nervously.
The performer noticed her.
“You there!” He pointed to Maddie and before she knew it she was helped up onto the stage by security.
“Whats your name lovely?” He asked her.
“I’m…Maddie,” she gulped shyly.
“How old are you?”
“I’m 20,” She giggled.
“Well Ms. Maddie is your belly ticklish?” The performer asked looking at her vulnerable tummy and grinning.
“Very…” laughed Maddie.
He took her by the hand and lead her over to the restraining table.
Lying down on the table, she tried to prepare herself as the performer strapped her in and then brought the spinning feather close to her belly. The second it touched her skin, Maddie screamed with laughter. “OH MY GOD, NOOOO! AHAHAHA!” she howled, her arms and legs squirming in the restraints frantically as the feather danced around her belly button and along her belly.
The performer grinned, guiding the feather duster around her sides and back to her belly, where it swirled in relentless circles. “You’re one of the most ticklish contestants we’ve had all day!” He teased.
Maddie could barely respond. She thrashed wildly, her laughter echoing. “PLEASE, NO MORE!” she screamed, her voice cracking from how hard she was laughing. By the time the session ended, Maddie was a giggling, breathless mess. “I’ve never been tickled like that in my life,” she gasped, clutching her tummy as she tried to recover.
The Raspberry Experience
Her final stop was The Raspberry Experience, an attraction where participants would go into a private room and have a trained professional blow raspberries on their bellies. Maddie wasn’t sure how much more tickling she could take, but she decided to give it a shot anyway.
She entered the room and lay down on the soft mat, letting herself relax. The professional entered introducing himself to her and then began. He leaned in and blew a loud raspberry right in the center of her belly, it was so violent and powerful Maddie instantly knew they were not lying about the “professional” part. Maddie screamed with laughter, her voice echoing through the room. “EEEEEEE AHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA” she shrieked, thrashing helplessly.
The raspberries kept coming, each one more ticklish than the last. The professional blew a long one on her belly button, and Maddie let out a high-pitched shriek, her laughter turning into breathless gasps. “PLEASE! IT TICKLES ME!” she squealed, but in reality she never wanted it to end.
The professional chuckled. “You’re making this too fun for me!” He joked before peppering a few final raspberries across her belly, leaving Maddie in a fit of breathless giggly laughter.
By the end of the day, Maddie’s sides ached from laughing, and her belly was sore from the tickles. She bought a small feather charm from the gift shop as a memento on her way out and left the carnival, tickling herself with it and giggling. “That was completely ridiculous,” she said to herself, already thinking about returning next year—if her ticklish belly could handle it.
The day of the carnival was blisteringly hot, so Maddie dressed in a black sports bra and a pair of black Adidas short shorts, her blonde hair tied back into a ponytail to stay cool. She had to show her i.d. to attendants at the gate in order to get in, as only those 18+ were allowed inside. But luckily for her she was 20. As she walked through the carnival gates, she felt the warmth of the sun on her skin and the energy of the festival around her.
But what really drew the eyes of those around her wasn’t just her sporty outfit or her bright smile—it was her gorgeous, ridiculously ticklish belly. Maddie had always been known for her body, soft curves, and smooth, flawless tummy. It was the kind of tummy that would make anyone want to gently trace their fingers across it. Her belly button was pierced with a delicate silver jewel that glinted in the sunlight, drawing even more attention to her exposed midsection.
Maddie knew one thing for sure: her belly was incredibly ticklish. She glanced over at the Belly Zone, the area dedicated for belly tickling, she couldn’t help but grin. This was exactly the kind of place she was hoping for.
The Finger Flurry Challenge
Her first stop was The Finger Flurry Challenge, where contestants had to endure being tickled by “Tickle Masters” to win a prize. Maddie was helped onto a restraining table by the ticklers, her toned midsection fully on display, she shut her eyes and braced herself.
The first touch made her squeal. The masters’ fingers wiggled against her bare belly, lightly tracing circles around her belly button, and Maddie exploded into laughter. “OH MY GOSH! NO, NO, NO!” she screamed, squirming wildly as the tickling grew more intense.
“Wow, you’re really ticklish, huh?” one of the performers teased as their fingers scribbled faster over her skin.
“Aww, what a pretty girl!” Cooed another and dug his fingers into her belly.
Maddie threw her head back, her laughter turning to loud, uncontrollable shrieks. “STOP, PLEASE—I CAN’T TAKE IT!” Her entire body twisting and kicking as the ticklers focused on her belly and sides.
By the end, Maddie was gasping for breath, her face red and her tummy sore from laughing so hard. “That… was insane,” she panted, still giggling as she clutched her belly.
The Feather Drill Show
Next, Maddie found herself at The Feather Drill show. She watched as the performer revealed the tool—a stiff feather attached to a spinning drill. Maddie’s eyes widened. “That looks brutal,” she mumbled nervously.
The performer noticed her.
“You there!” He pointed to Maddie and before she knew it she was helped up onto the stage by security.
“Whats your name lovely?” He asked her.
“I’m…Maddie,” she gulped shyly.
“How old are you?”
“I’m 20,” She giggled.
“Well Ms. Maddie is your belly ticklish?” The performer asked looking at her vulnerable tummy and grinning.
“Very…” laughed Maddie.
He took her by the hand and lead her over to the restraining table.
Lying down on the table, she tried to prepare herself as the performer strapped her in and then brought the spinning feather close to her belly. The second it touched her skin, Maddie screamed with laughter. “OH MY GOD, NOOOO! AHAHAHA!” she howled, her arms and legs squirming in the restraints frantically as the feather danced around her belly button and along her belly.
The performer grinned, guiding the feather duster around her sides and back to her belly, where it swirled in relentless circles. “You’re one of the most ticklish contestants we’ve had all day!” He teased.
Maddie could barely respond. She thrashed wildly, her laughter echoing. “PLEASE, NO MORE!” she screamed, her voice cracking from how hard she was laughing. By the time the session ended, Maddie was a giggling, breathless mess. “I’ve never been tickled like that in my life,” she gasped, clutching her tummy as she tried to recover.
The Raspberry Experience
Her final stop was The Raspberry Experience, an attraction where participants would go into a private room and have a trained professional blow raspberries on their bellies. Maddie wasn’t sure how much more tickling she could take, but she decided to give it a shot anyway.
She entered the room and lay down on the soft mat, letting herself relax. The professional entered introducing himself to her and then began. He leaned in and blew a loud raspberry right in the center of her belly, it was so violent and powerful Maddie instantly knew they were not lying about the “professional” part. Maddie screamed with laughter, her voice echoing through the room. “EEEEEEE AHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA” she shrieked, thrashing helplessly.
The raspberries kept coming, each one more ticklish than the last. The professional blew a long one on her belly button, and Maddie let out a high-pitched shriek, her laughter turning into breathless gasps. “PLEASE! IT TICKLES ME!” she squealed, but in reality she never wanted it to end.
The professional chuckled. “You’re making this too fun for me!” He joked before peppering a few final raspberries across her belly, leaving Maddie in a fit of breathless giggly laughter.
By the end of the day, Maddie’s sides ached from laughing, and her belly was sore from the tickles. She bought a small feather charm from the gift shop as a memento on her way out and left the carnival, tickling herself with it and giggling. “That was completely ridiculous,” she said to herself, already thinking about returning next year—if her ticklish belly could handle it.
