*sigh* No chocolate rations for either of you tonight.
It gets much better when you find the right people. It's like putting fudge on vanilla ice cream, then realizing ice cream is dumb and that it's been rocky road the entire time.
I was going somewhere with that but then got distracted. The point is, it's all about the right person(s). My very first girlfriend made me feel like an unhealthy shitheel for my fetish.
Aw, you poor thing! I hope you let that jerk sit on the counter until she melted, to continue using the ice cream analogy.
And then dumped her in the trash. Emphasis on the dumping part.
I would accept the potion, not drink it, sell it to the government for ridiculous sums of money, use said money to buy ALL of the feathers, and use them to stage a world-class raid on the person who tried to give me the potion. Then proceed to fashion an 80 foot thick cushion using the remaining feathers, and see if it can break my fall if I jumped off the tallest building in existence. If I survive, I would use the featherbed to open a new amusement park called "jump-off-the-tallest-building-in-the-world-and-live land."
I would then use the ungodly profits from the park to wage a 10 year conquest on all of the "normies" until our kinks are the standard, and THEY are the strange ones. And also I am the undisputed leader of the world.
Then I would gloat on my victory throne. Made of solid diamond and silver and the tears of my enemies.
And I would also commission the development of a feather gattling-gun. And perhaps feather nuke.
And also internet would be free. And netflix. and food. and weed.
Honestly, in the grand scheme of things, there are way "weirder" fetishes out there. There are fetishes that hurt people and there are those that require outfits and expensive equipment. My husband has a fetish all of his own (non-tickling) and we always joke that I got the "cheap" fetish.
"Yours is free. All I have to do is wiggle fingers at you and you're golden."
So really, if you have a willing partner, this is one of the least weird fetishes I've ever come across. And let's face it, in the right circumstances? Tickling is fun. There's a reason why people do it, outside of any sexual context. Tickling is a form of flirtation, of bonding.
We just get our rocks off doing it, so go us.
Embrace who you are. Never be ashamed of it.
But if you don't have a willing partner, never had one, and probably never will have a chance to be with one, then you are basically screwed like me. I vote 'yes' on this proposition without a second thought.