My Pet, the Tickle Monster: Chapter 7

It’s been about two weeks since that fateful night Rebecca showed up uninvited to Olivia’s house only to discover a tickle monster was living there. Olivia’s work week was a bit more bearable with her blond friend sharing her secret, the two exchanging knowing looks in the hallways and around the break room. They even started hanging out outside of work and Olivia’s home, visiting coffee shops and the mall together. Olivia was usually a pretty solitary person, but now that Rebecca knows what she considered her deepest secret, she felt much more comfortable spending time with her new found friend.

They also spent plenty of time with Cocho, enjoying hours of ticklish delight in the grasp of the insatiable tickle monster. Sometimes, Cocho would bind Olivia and double team her ticklish belly with Rebecca. Others, he would hold Rebecca’s hands straight above her head and torment her armpits while Olivia’s fingers explored her thighs and soles. But his personal favorite sessions were the ones where he got to tickle both girls completely unrestrained, instead, he would have them lie back on his ever shifting form and would create small concave sections for their bodies to fall into. Once they were both comfortable (and scantily clad, of course), he would quickly spider tickle their bare tickle spots until both of them are howling and thrashing against his amorphous body. It was immediately after one of these wonderful tickle sessions that Olivia asked the unexpected question…

“Rebecca, when was the last time you went to the beach?”

Rebecca was surprised by the random question, looking at the corner of the room with her hand on her chin trying to remember the last time she saw the pure white sand and foamy waves of the ocean. It wasn’t terribly far from here. But it also wasn’t something she did often on her own.

“I guess it’s been longer than I can remember,” she blushes, rubbing the back of her head with her palm. She’d been wearing a bikini for many of the tickle sessions she had with Olivia and Cocho, but hasn’t been to the beach in forever.

“Do you remember the beach, Cocho?” Olivia asks, feeling the blobby body behind her rise and fall with Cocho’s breathing. She is lying in her tickle bed wearing a patterned red bikini, arms behind her head revealing her bright pink armpits and sides.

“Only a little,” Cocho responds after a second.

“We should all go!” Olivia exclaims excitedly, hopping up to her knees and bouncing up and down on Cocho’s squishy body. “We have all these bikinis after all, and we might as well use them for their intended purpose! Plus, there are so many ways you can tickle us there, Cocho. Especially if it’s quiet that day.”

She winks at Cocho and giggles, blushing at the thought of being pinned down on the warm sand and being tickled silly by the relentless monster. Playing in the water and cooling off could be so fun with her friends. And getting a little tan couldn’t hurt.

“Let’s do it!” Rebecca’s eyes light up, sparkling in the dim living room lighting as she smiles widely at the thought of wandering the sand dunes and making sandcastles.

“Ok! We’ll head out on Saturday! Sound good?” Olivia plans, making her way to the couch to plop down after such an intense tickle session and with so much prep work to do for their beach trip.

“Yeah!” Cocho and Rebecca agree excitedly.

The trio called it a night and turned in, dreaming of the fun they could have on the beach with the crashing waves, warm sun, and fresh sea air. They met up Saturday morning, Olivia wearing a button down short sleeved shirt and short athletic shorts covering a skimpy rainbow string bikini. Her short brown hair is pulled up in a an almost comically tiny pony tail. Her pale skin only seemed paler next to her bright and almost touristy top that she’s tied in a modest and cute knot hanging near the top of her shorts. Rebecca is sporting a sheer brown swimsuit coverup with a white bikini covered in large pink flowers visible through the top and her short shorts covering the matching bottoms. Her long blond hair is tied back in a pony tail similar to Olivia’s, only it cascades down her back like a rushing waterfall. Her gray eyes sparkle with excitement as she pulls up in Olivia’s driveway. The trio hop in Olivia’s crossover and head toward their day of leisure and fun!

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After a little over an hour of driving, the small green crossover pulls up in the sandy parking lot of a secluded beach. Olivia, Rebecca, and Cocho (in the form of a black Labrador retriever) exit the car and trot happily to the beach toting their extra large towels for lying on and drying off. The girls definitely wanted to get a bit of a tan by the end of the day and Cocho was ecstatic to see the ocean again.

“Oh wow! It’s so quiet out here!” Rebecca shouts, interrupting the peace with her boisterous attitude.

“Yeah, my parents always brought me out here whenever we got a day at the beach. It’s almost like a secret spot,” Olivia reminisces, shifting the tote bag carrying their sunscreen in her hand. The trio walk across the old wooden bridge to the sand dunes and as soon as their feet touch the beach, Cocho dashes for the water, splashing and frolicking in the shallows with a lolling tongue and wide open smile.

“I guess he’s happy to be here,” Rebecca giggles as the two beauties watch him play in the cool water.

“Well, we haven’t been here since I found him,” Olivia remarks.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” Rebecca asks.

“This is where I found him late one night a few years ago. I came out to the beach to look for sand crabs and stumbled on a black mass washed up on shore. He was in this same lab form and his fur was soaked. I thought he might have been a lost dog. He wasn’t moving much, but seemed to be breathing, so I scooped him up and took him home. I was looking for a pet anyway and thought this might be my sign from the universe that he was meant to be that pet,” Olivia smiles as she continues to watch Cocho from a distance, the two finally reaching the edge where the sand wasn’t quite wet.

“I had no idea what I was getting into when I took that lost little lab home,” Olivia chuckles to herself. “Imagine my surprise when I found out this little guy was a tickle monster.”

“That must’ve been quite a shock,” Rebecca smiles, trying to put herself in Olivia’s shoes. “I guess it’s a good thing you like being tickled, huh?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. One other sign that Cocho was meant for me,” Olivia seems to become distant as she reminisces about the early days of Cocho’s arrival. “And I am so glad I decided to take him home that day.”

The girls start setting up their sunning spot by laying the towel down and placing their portable speaker on it. Olivia secures the towel with a small cooler with drinks on one corner and sets up a beach umbrella at the other corner. She opens the umbrella and is satisfied to see it covers much of the giant beach towel with its shade. They’ll still get a good tan without overheating too badly now.

As Cocho flails about in the water, splashing and yapping, the two women begin removing their swimsuit covers, revealing their sexy bikinis and gloriously curvy bodies. Neither of the girls have a ton of muscle, but neither are they non-athletic. Olivia’s smooth midriff has no flaws, and her deep oval navel in the middle of her abdomen seems to have no bottom. Her long legs curve delicately from hip to toe, forming a beautiful S-shape she loved to show off. Her entire body is hairless save her scalp and she worked hard to keep her skin smooth and wrinkle-free. And her breasts, cradled by her rainbow string bikini top, bounce vivaciously as she twists and turns to make sure the ties of her bikini are all secured properly.

Rebecca is similarly smooth and beautiful. Olivia is slightly darker than Rebecca, probably from her time in the garden with her plants. But Rebecca’s fair skin isn’t a detractor. Instead, she looks like an angel from an old TV show with glowing blonde hair and radiant skin. Her abs peek through her midriff when she turns or laughs, but her stomach is perfectly smooth. Her hips are a tad wider than Olivia’s, giving her an incredible hourglass figure which leads into her long, smooth legs. She likes showing off a bit more than Olivia does, so her bikini is a tad bit skimpier with her breasts being pushed up and together by the top she chose, providing ample cleavage for all to see. “All” being Olivia and Cocho on this secluded beach.

“Hiya!” the girls are shocked to hear another voice from behind them and both jump. They both turn to see a cute woman, no older than they are, with colorful pink hair and a huge smile.

“Um… hi?” Olivia responds skeptically. No one ever approached her on this beach before. No one else was really ever here besides her and her family.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not bothering you!” the woman responds, her sundress revealing a halter bikini tied around the back of her neck. “My name’s Jynx! I saw you two walk up and thought I’d say hi!”

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect anyone else to be out here!” Olivia shakes herself out of her shock and introduces herself and Rebecca to the pink haired woman. “My family has been coming to this beach forever and I think you might be the first person I’ve ever seen out here.”

“Oh yeah, I just moved nearby and found this beach about a month ago. Been stopping by almost daily since! It’s so quiet and chill that I like to come down and walk by the water. Gotta stay fit and the relaxing sound of the water helps me stay sane,” Jynx giggles. “Anyway! I won’t bother you anymore. Have fun with your dog and remember sunscreen!”

Jynx waves as she walks away, her hips swaying with each step as she approaches the edge of the water.

“That was kinda weird…” Olivia remarks.

“She was cute though!” Rebecca remarks and Olivia nods agreeably. “Ugh, I really need some sun.”

The two girls lie back on the towel and soak up the indirect sunlight, enjoying some smooth jazz on the speaker as Cocho splashes and plays in the water. As they lie there, warm in the sun, surrounded by the gentle sounds of waves lapping at the shore, and the gentle sea breeze cooling their bare skin, the two can’t help but start to doze off. And soon, they’re both napping as Cocho comes back from the ocean to lie down next to them on the towel.

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“Umm… Olivia?”

The sheepish voice stirs the gorgeous brunette from her nap. After her eyes adjust to the sunlight after being closed for a while, she bolts upright, checking herself for sunburn and then grabbing her phone to check the time. She lets out a sigh of relief to find she was only asleep for less than 10 minutes. Rebecca rubs her eyes and sits up slowly, yawning lazily and watching Olivia lie back down on the towel.

“I’m bored…” Cocho grumbles, his time splashing in the sea isn’t as fun without his two companions. He lifts his head off the towel as Olivia opens her eyes, looking up into the large beach umbrella above her head and trying to shake off her drowsiness.

“How about we play a game?” Rebecca suggests, staring happily at Cocho while cradling her chin in her hand.

“What kind of game?” Cocho asks, his tail wagging slowly back and forth.

“Well, let’s see… we could play truth or dare, or maybe build sandcastles, or maybe bury someone in the sand?”

“Why would you bury someone in the sand?” Cocho asks, not sure why that would even be considered fun.

“I don’t really know why,  but it’s funny and a lot of fun! What do you say, Olivia? Do you want to go first?”

Olivia perks up a little after shaking off her drowsy haze. “Yeah! Why not?”

The trio stand up and shift the towel out from under the umbrella, feeling the warmth of the sand between their toes. Olivia kneels down and starts digging with Rebecca and Cocho following suit. Cocho shifts his paws in more of a shovel shape which helps the hole digging go faster. Once the hole is done, they step back and admire their handiwork.

“Alright, Olivia! Hop on in and we’ll cover you up!” Rebecca motions to the hole. Olivia plops herself in buttfirst, her head against the side of the hole above the sand and her bare, sand-covered feet propped up over the rim of the hole.

“I’m ready!”

The blonde and the monster quickly begin filling in the hole, covering the bikini-clad brunette’s bare midriff with grains of sand until only her head and her legs right below her knees are sticking out.

“Are you comfortable, Olivia?” Rebecca asks suspiciously.

“I guess. I mean, as comfortable as I can be while buried in the sand like this,” Olivia giggles. “I… I don’t think I can move much more than just this though…”

Olivia kicks her feet back and forth at the ankles, scrunching her toes and giving all of her effort to moving beneath the heavy sand.

“That’s perfect,” Rebecca slinks towards Olivia’s exposed feet and slowly rakes a single finger from Olivia’s heel across her arch and finally slowly wiggles her fingernail back and forth on the ball of her delicate foot.

“Nohohohohoho!” Olivia giggles, wiggling her foot around and around, attempting to escape her tickler with all her might.

“Nuh uh uh, my cute little ‘Livi,” Rebecca teases, grabbing the top of Olivia’s foot with her right hand as her left continues its ticklish ministrations. Her fingers quickly scribble up and down Olivia’s trapped sole, procuring laughter and giggles and pleas from the buried brunette.

Cocho’s eyes light up as he moves to Olivia’s head, reaching two tendrils towards the sides of her wobbling head. One tendril reaches for her ear, tickling and wiggling along the lobe and the entirety of the rim of her upper ear. The second tendril reaches for the other side around her collarbone and wriggles up to her chin and back to the back of her neck and then returning to her collarbone to complete the cycle.

Olivia cackles harder now and twists her neck in all different directions. She shakes her head and whips her hair trying to shake Cocho’s tickling tendrils off her ear and neck, but it’s useless. Those tendrils keep tickling and so does Rebecca, her fingers still skittering across Olivia’s sensitive soles. Her fingernails barely graze against the soft skin, her other hand holding Olivia’s foot in place as best it can despite Olivia’s desperate struggling.

“Coochie coochie coo, Olivia! I know you just loooooove feeling my fingers tickle all over your poor helpless soles!” Rebecca taunts her, happily tickling Olivia’s sole with her frantic fingers. She switches tactics to taking her fingernails up and down the entirety of Olivia’s sole, Olivia’s raucous laughter erupting from her wide open mouth. Olivia surrenders to the tickle torture and tosses her head back against the sand, Cocho’s tendrils continuing to tickle and tease her neck and ears while Rebecca switches soles, needing fresh pale skin as the first sole has turned bright pink.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!” Olivia cackles, he buried body incapable of even shifting the sand on top of her. Thankfully, the beach is completely abandoned as Olivia’s laughter bounces across the ocean and sand dunes. 

“No one’s going to save you now, Olivia! Tickle, tickle, tickle!” Rebecca coos back at the babbling brunette.

A huge grin spreads across Cocho’s face as he stares at Rebecca, continuing his ticklish torment of Olivia’s neck and ears. “I think it’s time for you to join her Rebecca,” Cocho approaches the sadistic blonde who stops her tickling and looks up at Cocho as he transforms from his dog form into a large octopus with at least a dozen tentacles. Two of the tentacles form hands that grab her wrists and pull her high into the air.

“Awww, I wasn’t done, Cocho!” Rebecca whines. She isn’t exactly disappointed to be tickled, but she was having fun tickling her friend.

“Aww, if you don’t want to be tickled, then that’s ok. I’ll just hold you up there while I take care of Olivia’s soles,” Cocho smiles wryly, moving his tendrils from Olivia’s ears and neck to her bare feet, tickling between her toes and wriggling all over her exposed arches. Olivia tries wiggling her feet, but Cocho wraps thin tendrils between her toes and locks her toes back with them. The tendrils holding her toes form small nubs that rub back and forth, tickling her toe stems as they fluctuate and undulate. The tendrils on her arches flick back and forth continuously, sometimes wiggling just the tips against her skin and sometimes quickly grazing her skin with the entire tendril which Cocho covers in fine fuzz that tickles like a thousand makeup brushes against Olivia’s soles and arches.

Rebecca dangles helplessly from her bonds, forced to watch her friend receive all of the attention from that monstrous tickler. Her eyes are glued to Olivia’s laughing face and tortured soles and she feels a warmth rise in her belly and butterflies in her chest. She wants nothing more than to join Olivia in her ticklish torment, breathing heavily as she imagines herself in Olivia’s situation. She not only wants to be tickle tortured. She needs it.

“Oh, Cocho…” Rebecca whines. “Please don’t leave me just dangling here.”

“Rebecca said she didn’t want to be tickled,” Cocho replies, shrugging strangely in his octopus body. “So, Cocho is going to just tickle Olivia.”

“Pleeeeeease will you tickle me?” Rebecca begs, trying her best rendition of puppy dog eyes. Cocho is busy staring at Olivia’s soles, tickling away at the helpless appendages that struggle in his powerful tendrils.

“Pretty pleeeeeeeeease?” Rebecca pleas again, desperate for her own laughter to join her friend’s.

Cocho slowly turns to face the blonde and brings her slightly closer to him. He reaches up with two tentacles and forms hands from the black gooey arms. Those hands reach into Rebecca’s armpits, at first just firmly massaging them as Rebecca breathes deeply. It feels nice, but Cocho knows that isn’t what Rebecca wants. Olivia’s frantic laughter continues to bounce across the sand and sea, a wonderful cascade of ticklish delight that taunts Rebecca with every single guffaw. She would give anything to join her now.

“Cocho, that feels nice, but it doesn’t tickle,” Rebecca presses, changing tactics and trying to taunt Cocho into doing his worst. “I’m not sure you know how to tickle me anymore, Cocho… I guess you’ve lost your touch.”

Cocho turns to face Rebecca entirely and he grins with determined eyes.

“Lost my touch, huh?”

The fingers in Rebecca’s armpits move away from her skin and then quickly begin skittering across her entire hollows, tickling away at her outstretched and taut underarms.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Rebecca immediately explodes with ticklish laughter, bouncing up and down in her bonds as the ticklish torture quickly overwhelms her sensitive body. She swings back and forth, trying her best to escape Cocho’s tickling fingers. But every time she would swing away from one hand, the other was still tickling inside her armpit, causing her to sway the other way and get tickle tortured by the other. Cocho decides it’s time for Rebecca to stay still, so he gently but firmly places his hands against Rebecca’s upper ribcage to keep her in place as his fingers continue their ticklish skittering all over her bare hollows.

Neither girl is protected from their ticklish torture. Olivia’s bare feet and exposed neck receive the light prodding and stroking from Cocho’s midnight tendrils. Those dastardly toe ties have started brushing lightly in circles now, spinning like saw blades and covered in a feathery texture that tickles like mad. Rebecca fares no better, restrained in Cocho’s hands and tickle tortured on her armpits by his flexible and talented fingers. He uses his finger pads to tickle deep in Rebecca’s hollows, massaging the terribly ticklish area until Rebecca is left dangling in his grip, a babbling, incoherent mess. The two of them must have made quite the scene with this giant octopus tickle torturing them as they begged and cackled and howled.

“OH MY GOD!”

They hear a voice they vaguely recognize through their uproarious laughter. The shriek of excitement rings out over the sand and reaches Cocho’s ears as he slows his ticklish torment. The laughter of the girls in his grasp slows and is replaced with panting as they try to catch their breath. Cocho turns and Rebecca swivels her head towards the direction the voice came from, spotting a pink-haired woman with wide brown eyes dashing in their direction.

As the woman runs towards them, she screams loudly and frantically, “ARE YOU REAL??”

She sheds her sundress in one swift move, revealing a blue high neck halter top bikini covered in thin chevrons. She dives from the sand near Cocho and wraps her hands around the black beast, still in his octopus body.

“Wait! Who are yo-?” Rebecca can’t finish her sentence as she is suddenly released from Cocho’s grasp with a squeak.

“Cocho? Rebecca? What’s going on?” Olivia tries turning her head around to see the newcomer, but can’t underneath all the sand. Cocho plunges a huge hand into the sand and scoops Olivia out, the sand crumbling away as he lifts her to her feet.

The woman, still holding onto Cocho who has no idea how to respond to her, screams, “Were you just tickling them? Are you a tickle monster? How much does it tickle? Me next! Me next!”

The pink-haired woman raises her arms in front of Cocho, offering up her bikini-clad body to the gelatinous beast. Cocho nervously looks at Olivia, unsure of what to do. He hasn’t had a run-in with a stranger since Rebecca, and she at least knew Olivia. What do they do with a stranger who they don’t know and aren’t sure they can trust?

“You’re… umm… Jynx! Right?” Olivia asks, brushing sand off her bare belly.

“That’s me! Sorry for barging in like that. I’m kind of… Well, not kind of… I’m a HUGE ticklephile and just had to see what was going on when I heard you both laughing and shouting. I thought for sure you two were just having a tickle fight or something, so I thought I’d join in. BUT A TICKLE MONSTER??”

Jynx goes right back to hugging Cocho, rubbing her face against his blobby body and making joyful vocalizations as she does.

“Yeah, well, you see…” Olivia doesn’t really know how to handle this. They didn’t take Cocho out much because of this very risk. But now, it’s too late. She already saw him. And even worse, she saw him tickling both Olivia and Rebecca. A mixture of embarrassment and anxiety washes over Olivia. What if this woman tells others and they come looking for Cocho? What if he’s taken away?

“You can’t tell ANYONE, okay?” Rebecca raises her finger to her lips. “You have to swear! And if you do swear to keep our secret… Maybe, we’ll let you join us.”

Jynx squeals with delight as her eyes twinkle with joy.

“YOU MEAN IT??? I SWEAR! I SWEAR!”

She has a lot of bubbly energy. It could be fun to be tickled with someone as high octane she she seems to be.

“Ok. Good.” Olivia mutters sheepishly, still not quite as comfortable being discovered with a tickle monster for multiple reasons. But this solution is probably the best they have. Cocho looks at Olivia questioningly, wondering if they should actually tickle torture this girl. “Now, you have to understand that he doesn’t tickle like regular humans do. It tickles. A LOT. And he will find your most ticklish spots and exploit them happily. You need a safeword.”

“Strawberry!” Jynx pipes up, reaching her arms above her head as if she’s ready to go. She must be experienced if she already has one ready to go. No questions about what a safeword is and no hesitation based on Olivia’s description of Cocho’s tickle talents.

“Alright, Strawberry it is. Got that, Cocho?” Olivia looks at her pet, the tickle monster, who nods.

“Then it sounds like we’re ready to get back to it,” Rebecca smiles wide and pumps her fist, excited to get back into the clutches of the tickle monster.

Cocho’s grin slowly grows as he sprouts even more tentacles, creating shackles for each one of his victims. As the three ladies watch the makeshift black cuffs wrap around their wrists, they smile to each other, and Olivia and Rebecca turn to face their newfound companion and smile big.

“Good luck!” Rebecca chuckles as they’re hoisted slightly off the ground, their arms held high above their heads. Cocho places the three back-to-back. Between the trio of lees is a black padding made from Cocho’s shapeshifting body which rests just behind each of their heads. Cuffs form from his body and lock around their ankles, holding their limbs tightly and stretching their midriffs slightly. Each woman clad in a skimpy bikini can feel the woman shifting expectantly next to her, the anticipation building as Cocho builds his tickle funhouse around the women.

Olivia’s short brown hair falls to just above her shoulders, framing her gorgeous and understated face. Her slender arms are held high above her head so her armpits are stretched taut, slightly protruding her chest forward. Her delicate breasts are cradled by her rainbow bikini top. Her slim midriff is perfectly accented by her now slightly stretched oval navel, her ribs protruding outward by the form of restraint Cocho has chosen for her. Her soft sides melt into her wide hips with visible hipbones. They’re noticeable, but not distracting from the rest of her sexy, exposed body. The rainbow bikini briefs match her top, the strings tied at her hips dangling towards her shapely thighs. The curve of her calves is diminished by her tight bonds holding her legs straight down into Cocho’s stock-like structure around the trio’s ankles. Her dainty feet dangle from the soft stocks, painted toenails matching her fingernails.

Rebecca is nearly just as sexy with her long blonde hair cascading down her back and shoulders. Her gray eyes pierce through anyone who dares look into them, but her fun and upbeat smile are so inviting and warm. Cocho holds her arms way back, even farther than Olivia’s, behind her head. Her elbows are bent so that her hands touch her hair and she feels monumentally helpless. Her taut armpits lead gracefully to her ample breasts held by only by her white string bikini with a couple large pink flowers on one breast. Her ribs are less visible than Olivia’s despite her more restricted upper body. Whether it’s muscle or not, Rebecca has a bit more covering her ribcage and midriff. Her curvy sides meet her equally curvy hips which only barely hang on to her white low rise bikini briefs, showing an extreme amount of her flat stomach and the entirety of her deep, deep navel. Her shapely thighs curve into her knees and calves, forming a beautiful S shape which ends in her sexy feet which are locked in Cocho’s comfy stocks.

Jynx, the newcomer, has a bit less of a restrictive position. Given her possible inexperience with such intense tickle torture, Cocho figured it would be a good idea to start with a simple spread eagle position for her except her feet would be locked together in those stocks like Rebecca and Olivia. Her short, bright pink hair contrasts with her chocolate eyes as it gently brushes against her cheeks, ending just below her chin. Her huge smile betrays her desperate desire for this kind of tickle torture. Her slender frame fits well in her halter top bikini. Her outstretched armpits and bare shoulders accentuate the ticklish position she’s in. Her voluptuous breasts press together beneath the top, which is exacerbated by her bound position. Her midriff is flat with a hint of ribcage and abs peeking through as she giggles with excitement. Her taut oval navel is deep enough to seem endless. Her flexing and shifting showcases her wide hips and sizeable rear. Her curvy legs follow her squirmy upper body, but her feet are locked just like Olivia’s and Rebecca’s, completely unable to move. Her black bikini briefs hug her hips tightly as she wiggles back and forth before the tickling even begins.

“Everyone comfy?” Cocho asks earnestly. He raises long, thin black fingers in the girls’ faces and wiggles them threateningly, tickling the air and making each of them nearly regret their decision to be here. The women all giggle and squirm in anticipation and nod their heads.

And Cocho finally breaks the anticipation and strikes.

Cocho’s fingers happily tickle all along Rebecca’s tummy, not wanting to get to the best part too early. Instead, he tickles and scribbles his fingers all over her outstretched midriff, moving from left to right, up and down, and even tickling right in the middle for an extended period of time.

The fingers attacking Olivia find her armpits, spider tickling her vulnerable hollows with speed and precision, quickly eliciting raucous ticklish laughter from the bound brunette. She dances and hops in her bonds as the fingers tickle and tickle, quickly breaking down her defenses as she’s tortured.

Cocho takes a slightly different tact with Jynx. He knows Rebecca and Olivia very well by now. He’s been tickling them regularly for a few weeks. But Jynx is a new victim and Cocho has the rare opportunity to explore a fresh body that he has never tickled before. So, he starts with standard fare: quick and light fingernail tickles all along her bare sides. Jynx squirms back and forth, but contains her laughter, pursing her lips together and tightly shutting her eyes. Her hips sway back and forth and her tummy twists slightly as she tries to squirm away from the tickles. She can’t move enough to escape the tickling, but she can move just enough to take her mind off of it.

Which she absolutely hates.

Cocho’s tickling fingers change tactics on Jynx, moving to goosing her sides up and down, squeezing them gently and stimulating the nerves just beneath the muscles in her sides below her ribs. Now Jynx’s muffled grumbles turn into desperate gasps and her slight squirming has turned into leaping and twisting. Cocho needs to restrain her more tightly if he’s to properly tickle her.

So he does.

Cocho’s tendrils wrap around Jynx’s hips and trace the outline of her hipbones, locking around her hips where her bikini briefs are and leaving her whole midriff available for tickling. Not only that, but he forms small nubs all along the tendrils where they meet Jynx’s body. He slowly begins wiggling these nubs back and forth, tickling deep in Jynx’s hips and lower tummy as he simultaneously restrains her more tightly.

Jynx can barely contain herself now. The ceaseless goosing on her sides and the devilish nubs on her hips and lower tummy are starting to make her crack. She closes her eyes as tightly as she can and bites her lip trying to maintain her “composure.” Unfortunately for her, it’s a battle Cocho is perfectly capable of making her lose.

She finally reaches her breaking point as Cocho sprouts two more hands and places a single finger in each of her armpits and slowly drags them downward, continuing his goosing and tickling of her sides and hips as well.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT TICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUCH!” Jynx howls and begins thrashing fervently in her bonds, not wanting to escape the tickling, but unable to control herself as she’s so expertly and mercilessly tickled. Cocho begins spider tickling her armpits and moves the fingers at her sides to her tummy, quickly dancing his agile fingernails all over the ticklish landscape. The nubs at her hips begin wiggling back and forth like fingers now, tickling like mad all along Jynx’s hips and lower tummy while still restraining her tightly against the other girls behind her.

Olivia and Rebecca both receive Cocho’s signature teasing tickles along their most ticklish spots. Cocho is slightly distracted from them since he’s learning Jynx’s spots and reactions, but they aren’t off the hook whatsoever.

Cocho’s fingers dance their ticklish dance all over Olivia’s vulnerable bikini-clad body, especially focusing on her tummy. Olivia’s flat tummy twists and quivers as Cocho’s relentless fingers tickle and tickle, extracting every single bit of laughter from her that they can. Olivia bounces up and down, pushing against the stocks holding her ankles and pulling down against Cocho’s tight grip on her wrists as she attempts to escape. But all of her attempts come to nothing.

Rebecca’s armpits are Cocho’s primary target. He immediately forms feathers from his hands that were tickling the air and flicks them teasingly along Rebecca’s armpits. His tactic causes Rebecca to giggle sweetly and squirm back and forth in her bikini, the tickling on her armpits being both teasing and torturous. Her armpits are so incredibly ticklish that Cocho can procure laughter from her by simply dragging the feathers back and forth across her ticklish hollows, the fronds barely grazing her outstretched sensitive underarms as they drag along her skin. Her own squirming is just as desperate and as futile as the other girls’ as she’s tickled and tickled.

Jynx’s torture is ramped up as Cocho shifts from his spider tickling to more intense rubbing and goosing, gently squeeze her defenseless armpits and quickly goosing up and down her sides from her hips to her ribs. Cocho wraps each girl up around their midriff similar to Jynx, extending little nubby fingers to tickle along their lower tummies and hips. But Cocho needs to continue his ticklish exploration of his new tickle toy.

A new pair of hands grows from Cocho’s amorphous body and reaches for Jynx’s bare soles. Thread-like tendrils emerge from the stocks and tie Jynx’s toes back, stretching her soles as far as is still comfortable. The hands reach those milky smooth soles and quickly begin their ticklish teasing, lightly scratching the center of each sole with a single fingernail. Jynx’s laughter reaches even greater heights, something she never thought possible. And with only a little added teasing tickles on her bare soles, she feels the delightfully ticklish torture she always dreamed. Her cackling and squalling blends with Olivia’s giggling and Rebecca’s hiccuping guffaws to produce a musical chorus of beautiful ticklish laughter, the flurry of fingers and tendrils and feathers all playing the three like special ticklish instruments.

Cocho intensifies the tickle torture he inflicts on Rebecca’s armpits. Her hands are firmly held back behind her head touching her neck and her elbows are lodged in place by Cocho’s black mass, keeping her armpits stretched taut as his feathers morph into fingers and tickle away at the exposed skin. He scribbles his fingers inside her hollows at first, making her erupt into babbling squeals and howls. While listening to his blonde captive scream and howl from armpit tickling, he also switches tactics on Olivia’s tummy, beginning to swirl one finger around and around her navel as two other hands tickle her sides with squeezing tickles. She giggles from the finger swirling around and around her deep belly button and jumps and squeaks with each squeeze of her bare sides. As that finger swirls and swirls, it slowly approaches her navel as if drawn to it by some ticklish whirlpool until finally, it dips inside and begins tickling back and forth.

Olivia’s eyes open wide with panic and ticklish horror as that finger tickles her sensitive navel, wiggling back and forth inside it as she bounces up and down in her bonds. She stares down at her belly button and watches it be mercilessly tickle tortured, her laughter unending and her thrashing slowly abating as she succumbs to the ticklish torment. Her mind and body is recognizing the futility of her struggling, so she simply tosses her head back and cackles and howls to her heart’s content as her navel and sides are mercilessly tickled.

Rebecca’s armpits fare no better than Olivia’s belly button. Cocho has begun massaging and stroking her ticklish armpits as she howls and desperately attempts to pull her arms down from his grasp. She feels Olivia and Jynx bucking behind her, elevating the helplessness she feels as she is tickle tortured mercilessly. She knows the other two are feeling all the same relentless ticklish sensations. And that they are also unable to escape. Cocho’s hands tickle away inside Rebecca’s armpits for several minutes before he sprouts even more fingers to cover more of her armpits, rapidly tickling back and forth all over her taut skin. 10, no… 20 fingers are in each armpit now, tickling away like some wicked clan of tickle happy brutes got a hold of her and all went for her armpits simultaneously. This is true tickle hell for the poor blonde as her most ticklish spot is tormented by each finger.

Jynx’s tickle torture has escalated to a ticklish hell as well. The fingers at her feet have begun scribbling and raking their fingers all up and down her stretched soles. The ties between her toes are now covered in downy fuzz, spinning quickly and sawing in and out between each of her ticklish toes. The fingers in her armpits have resumed their spider tickling, dancing and flitting all over her ticklish pits. The fingers at her sides move inward towards her tummy and spider tickle with lightning speed all over her bare midriff, moving in rapid circles around her ribs, down to her hips, and forward to her tummy over and over and over again. Her cackling and begging and howling escalates to a booming belly laugh, her thrashing slowing as she too succumbs to her ticklish torture.

“OHOHOHOHOHOKAY! ENOHOUHOUHOUGH!” Rebecca howls through her ticklish torment. Her armpits are bright pink and ticklish tears are streaming down her face. The thin sheen of sweat on her armpits lubricates the skin and allows for near frictionless movement of Cocho’s tickling fingers across their entirety.

“IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE ANYMORE COHOHOHOHOCHO!” Olivia howls as well, trying her best not to safeword. She loves being tickled like this. In her bikini, she’s helpless and forced to surrender to the laughter and squirming and adrenaline. But she’s running out of stamina for a tickle torture this intense. And there’s always a reason they call it tickle torture. “REEEEEEEED!” Olivia cries out and all the hands quit tickling, even the ones that were happily torturing Rebecca and Jynx.

“Awwww…” Jynx whines. “I was still having fun…”

Cocho lowers the girls to the sand where Rebecca and Olivia collapse, grasping their sides and gasping for air. Jynx lands on her feet and looks up at Cocho’s massive face, his body over 10 feet tall in order to produce such a structure to capture and tickle all three girls effectively.

“Can I go again?” she begs, Cocho’s eyes wide and his smile endearing to the pink-haired vixen. The sun is falling behind the water, casting oranges and pinks and purples in the sky as it sets.

“I didn’t realize how late it was…” Rebecca remarks through gasps, observing the beautiful sunset hues.

“Maybe we’ll come back,” Olivia smiles sweetly at Jynx. “I didn’t expect you to be able to handle so much tickling!”

“I’ve had my fair share of practice,” Jynx giggles. “But you should totally come back and find me when you do! I’d love to hang out more…” she looks up at the shrinking black tickle monster assuming his labrador form and watches his eyes all the way down. “And to be tickled like that forever!”

Olivia giggles. “Maybe we’ll have you out to my place. Wanna swap numbers?”

Jynx’s eyes light up and she nods vigorously, running over to her discarded sundress and grabbing her phone from the pocket to exchange numbers with Olivia.

“I had a blast! Thank you so much for letting me join in!” Jynx calls out as she hurries home, nearly running across the wooden bridge over the sand dunes back to the road.

“What a babe,” Rebecca chuckles. “Who knew she had it in her to be tickled like that?”

“I certainly didn’t expect that at all,” Olivia giggles as she bends down to start packing up.

The two bikini babes toss their towels into the bag and hoist the umbrella over their shoulders, walking back to the car with their dog following closely behind.

“What did you think of Jynx, Cocho?” Olivia asks as they reach the car.

Cocho hops in the car and his tail begins wagging.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on her again.”