I barely had time to process the first level before I heard the scientist’s voice.
“Level 2.”
The feathers had been bad enough. My arches, the most ticklish part of my feet, had already started to betray me. The smooth glide of the nylon made it worse—like the tickling didn’t just stay in one place but spread across my whole sole, making my toes curl involuntarily.
But...
2025-04-08 15:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostSuddenly I felt a light, barely a whisper of a touch—a feather. My body reacted instantly. I tensed, my legs trying to jerk. And guess what? The nylons made it worse.
I could feel every single bristle of the feather as it glided over my sole, teasing up toward my arch. A shiver ran up my spine. This was bad.
A strained sound escaped against the gag.
I had been waiting, holding my breath, every nerve in my body tense with anticipation. But that first touch against my bare soles sent an immediate shock through me.
Feathers. Soft, delicate, teasing strokes gliding over my skin.
I flinched instinctively, my body reacting before my mind could fully register the sensation. My toes twitched, or at least tried to, but the ...
2025-04-02 14:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostI heard the soft click of a button, and before I could even process it, something was shoved into my mouth.
A muffled yelp escaped me as the ballgag forced itself between my lips, the straps tightening behind my head, locking it in place. Oh my god! My tongue pushed against the smooth rubber, trying to dislodge it, but it was secure.
Then—darkness. A blindfold wrapped around my head...
2025-03-26 16:14:28 +0000 UTC View PostNobody moved at first. The fear in the room was almost tangible now. I could feel it tightening in my chest, and I knew the others felt it too. This was real. This was happening.
Slowly, hesitantly, we moved. I climbed onto the metal table, feeling the cold surface beneath me. The others did the same, all of us moving like we were in some kind of slow-motion nightmare. I laid my head back, staring up at the ceil...
2025-03-24 15:53:34 +0000 UTC View PostMy heart pounded as I took in the sight before me. This was worse than I imagined. The sleek, white metal tables, the sleep-sack-like containment, the straps, and the futuristic foot stocks… I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but it wasn’t this.
Then came the real horror—the monitors above each table, detailing everything. And of course, the worst - eight hours. 2025-03-08 15:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post
The scientist smirked slightly—just enough to be noticeable but not enough to be called out on it. "The decision has been made," she announced and grabbed a remote control from one of her pocket of the suit and pressed a button.
A monitor descended from the ceiling. My stomach twisted as I saw what appeared on it—our final decisions, displayed in cold, bold text:
Lily – nylon
Anne –...
2025-03-06 15:00:13 +0000 UTC View PostThe scientist stepped slightly to the side, revealing a small white table behind her. On it, neatly folded, were four pieces of fabric—two pairs of white ankle socks and two pairs of sheer nylons socks.
"Before the experiment begins, you will need to make a choice," she said calmly, as if she were explaining something simple. "There are three different conditions: two participants will wear socks, two will wear ...
2025-03-03 15:00:14 +0000 UTC View PostWe placed our shoes and socks into the containers, each labeled with our names. It felt strangely final, like we were leaving behind more than just footwear. The cool lab floor sent a small shiver up my spine as my bare feet adjusted to the smooth surface.
I glanced around. Everyone else was doing the same. It was weird seeing everyone like this — Anne’s black-painted toes, Maya’s soft white-polished ones, and the guys’ natural, unp...
2025-03-01 16:00:14 +0000 UTC View PostI hesitated for a moment before bending down to untie my shoes. It felt weird to be asked to take them off like this, especially in front of a group of people I had just met. But I had signed up for this, so I pulled off my shoes and placed them in the container labeled with my name.
Then came my nylons. I rolled them down slowly, feeling the cool air hit my skin as I peeled them off completely. My bare feet were fully exposed now, resting ...
2025-02-28 15:00:20 +0000 UTC View PostMy stomach flipped. Foot tickling? I instinctively curled my toes inside my shoes, a shiver running down my spine. This was exactly what I had feared. My feet were by far my worst spot. No matter how many times someone had tickled me in the past, I had never been able to handle it. The thought of being restrained and tickled with no way to stop it made my skin prickle.
The idea of being tickled on...
2025-02-27 15:00:17 +0000 UTC View PostThe third guy, after checking in at the receptionist walked in our direction, his steps confident but his expression unreadable. He didn’t look nervous, but he didn’t exactly look thrilled either. As he approached, Ryan immediately perked up.
"Hey man, are you here for the experiment too?" Ryan asked almost instantly, leaning forward with curiosity. "What’s your name?"
The guy gave a small nod. "Yeah. ...
2025-02-24 16:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostAs I settled into the seat, I felt a pair of eyes on me. One of the guys, the one with slightly tousled hair, leaned forward slightly and gave me a curious look.
"Hey, are you here for the experiment too?" he asked casually.
I nodded, forcing a small smile. "Yeah. Just got here."
The other guy, who had a slightly sharper jawline and an easygoing expression, grinned. "Nice, same here. Well, us two, at l...
2025-02-22 15:00:16 +0000 UTC View Post(Lily's POV)
The following days
I woke up as usual, like I completely forgot what I just did yesterday. But then, I realized: Three weeks. That’s how long I had until the experiment. Luckily, my semester would be over at the end of May, so at least I wouldn’t have to worry about balancing school with whatever was about to happen. Still, I felt… embarrassed. I couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone—not my friends, not my...
2025-02-20 19:29:34 +0000 UTC View PostHey guys, this is the first part of the first chapter of my upcoming book "Tickling Experiment". The book is under development but I plan to release it in 2025. The story will contain eight primary tickling scenes, plus an unexpected bonus scene, told in an immersive first-person singular perspective, the narrative shifts between the participants, offering a deeply personal window into their experiences.
What would you do for some easy money? For six university students, the answer seemed simple: sign up for a scientific experiment, endure a few hours of tickling, and walk away with a generous paycheck. It sounded almost too good to be true. And perhaps, it was.
Tickling Experiment takes readers into the depths of an unusual research facility where laughter isn't just an expression of joy—it’s a measured variable. The story begins through the eyes...
2025-02-18 16:18:10 +0000 UTC View PostHey there! I'm Tickly, the writer behind Tickling Experiment, a unique and immersive novel that explores the boundaries of endurance, laughter, and sensory perception. Here on Patreon, I’ll be sharing exclusive behind-the-scenes content, insights, and updates about the book's development.
As a supporter, you'll get early access to chapters-in-progress—long before the official release—allowing you to experience the story as it unfolds in r...
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