megan skiendiel-holic

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Introducing them to tickles became a dream, slowly morphine into a nightmare. Kidding! There was not a nightmare in sight. Yet you discovered the girls had a bigger fond of tickling than you had. The thought of it couldn’t wrap around your head. Being often scared of admitting your ticklish secrets of shame but here they were antagonizing you with tickles to see you crumble.

0:40 | KATSEYE WITH TEEN VOGUE

“Who is your mood booster.”, Sophia reads the small print of paper. Holding the message to the cameras before giving to Yoonchae nearby. Sophia was in deep thought before answering, even if all the girls looked in her direction of oblivion. The answer was clear.

First she’ll say her pets, if not her pets Leon, if not Leon then her girls, if not her girls than you. Most chances her response was you.

“My mood booster has been y/n recently.”, Sophia recalls, scratching her chin. “When I’m sad they’re generally the first person I go to.”

Already Lara was smiling, wanting to engage in the conversation. She knew Sophia’s code word for mood booster was giving you tickles. Just thinking about you caused a smile to Lara, a giggle as she leans on Dani to catch her balance. “We have this bad habit of tickling y/n that’s such a problem.”

Suddenly everyone carried the same reaction, groaning at Lara’s complaining. Yoonchae stood there, smiling at everyone’s reaction and seeing Lara fall to the ground in laughter. It was a dumb inside joke that came upon that Lara claimed the group was too obsessed with tickling you. They all denied, as they continuously said your laughter was precious to hear daily.

“Honestly girl, shut up.”, Manon adds some sass to create a domino wave of laughter within the studio. They were able to grasp back into the interview with ease, still discussing and talking over Lara.

“Like it’s fine to be obsessed we all have issues-“

“I’m fine. We don’t have a problem.”, Megan says in an amateur British accent, pretending to be mad with crossing her arms.

“I mean I think we’ve done much better.”, Dani checks out her silver nails. “We haven’t tickled y/n in a few days since we’ve been busy.”, She claims, but the mixed facial expressions came from the blonde. She caught on to the bullshit from Sophia’s expressions of keeping it on the hush.

“No. That’s not true.”, Yoonchae smirks, with Manon matching her glare and encouraging her to speak about. “Tell us the truth Yoonchae, how long has it been?”, Manon raises her eyebrow, tanging to the dramatic background music.

“Since this morning.”, As their faces were ready to defend Yoonchae’s truth.

“No! No! Don’t believe a word she says.”, Dani is taken aback, being the most guilty in the group. Her and Sophia were the main suspects in wanting to tickle you. Earlier in the morning Yoonchae heard some rather loud giggles from the hotel room near her. Seeing the text from Sophia earlier that they were going to breakfast with you. Let’s say she wasn’t shocked that they would be the first to breaking Lara’s promise.

26:17 | WEVERSE LIVE W/ MEGAN

After a funny and reckless decision to jump on the bed you two sat closely on the bed. Both one side of your faces covering the screen. It was silence, Megan messing with the audience with funny faces. It gave the perfect opportunity to strike a tiny pinches to her side.

She did one back, then it was a back and forth battle. Your endurance was much weaker than Megan with tickles. Poking was an easy thing to tackle for her, then there was you who obviously melted to her touch. You couldn’t win the battle of teasing when you kept falling out of screen in laughter.

“Megan~”, You whine, as she follows another pinch and needless sway out of camera. She let a handful of pinches in without giving you a chance to strike back. It was this cute moment for a few minutes, Megan tickling you and hearing your set of giggles, forgetting to remind herself they needed to interact with fans.

“Okay I’ll stop.”, Megan takes a wink to your direction. She was most definitely lying, that her plans were halted after the live.

Megan pats near where she was sitting, inching you to come closer and snuggle with you. You scooted closer, head rested to her shoulder as you both read comments together.

“Oh I didn’t go to Korea…”, You read a comment of Eyekons asking if you traveled to Korea. The fans knew via Lara’s Weverse DMs of the group doing the annual trip to Korea. Usually you weren’t involved, it was a private schedule and the staff couldn’t risk distractions.

“But we’re planning to by the end of summer.”, Megan says, biting her fake nail. Both of you were highly focused on comments to not focus on talking to another. Still, silence was a content response, that even if you weren’t talking to her your arm clung to hers.

“Oh my god!”, Your body shot up in excitement. It was barely hitting you that you were going in less than three months. “I’m forgetting I’m gonna do. I have an entire itinerary of stuff we should do.”, You bring out your phone, setting it to the notes up to show the thousands of fans of your online bucket list.

Megan took one glance of your phone, noticing the third bullet point of your list. “Watch us from the audience?”, She questions, but lets out a loud chuckle.

“Why are you laughing?”, You pout.

“Because why would you be watching from the crowd? Y/n you would be backstage.”, She states, since all the times you were watching them perform you were backstage with Sohey. Adding on Sophia would never let you in the crowd without security, so those dreams would’ve been squashed.

“I can’t cosplay as a fan just for one day? I wanna do those kpop dance cover groups.”, The camera pans to Megan, trying to believe your words. Partially she thought you’d be crazy to naturally walk on your own in Korea. In your mind, you were imagining doing your bucket list while they were doing their idol stuff.

You were doing a bad job of persuading Megan on your plan. Even with the dancing of Acai by Cortis to lift a smile from her. All that came as a reaction was her giving a nice squeeze to your side, letting out a squeaky laugh that was audible to the fans.

“I’ll think about it, now come snuggle with me.”

5:42 | COACHELLA REHEARSALS

“Hi Eyekons, it’s Dani.”, A tired Dani appears lying in her bed. She waves to the camera, panning down to explain her stiff position.

You were fast asleep to her lap, nestled in her big sweatshirt. Quiet sniffles coming out the more she panned the camera closer to your sleeping face. In which she was poking your cheeks, seeing if you were asleep. Most times you weren’t, that you’d know not to keep your guard down around Dani.

“Poke. I know you’re not asleep.”, Dani whispers in her cool tone voice. Her voice was soft enough to tickle your ears, having to cover them so her powers wouldn’t defeat you.

“Get better…”, Your voice muffles being on her lap.

You’ve been on edge for the past few days hearing about Dani’s being injured. One moment she was smiling, performing Gameboy and suddenly she has to leave the state to visit her parents. First thing Dani had managed to do arriving home is snuggling you. It soothed herself from seeing messages from Sophia on how you were missing her. That you were handling the news of her injury much worse than her.

“I am better.”, Dani says lovingly, hoping to ease the clingy side you were portraying. “You don’t want me having fun with you?”, Dani gets closer to the camera, viewing your nostrils flaring.

With one finger she was poking to your exposed sides. You were squirming, battling a hard competition to staying close to Dani. All until her finger found the specific spot under your ribs. One poke was all it took for a few giggles to spew out. Which evolved into a full belly laugh by one finger squiggling in that direct spot.

“Kitchie kitchie koo~”, Dani coos, her charm of being high pitched comes around.

“hehehestoppp!”, You laugh, keeping yourself hidden with the sweatshirt sleeve. As much as it can save your laughs it wasn’t saving the tummy living carefree on Dani’s lap.

“If you want me to stop tickling you have to stop worrying about me.”, Dani gives you a chance by halting the tickles. You couldn’t set aside the worrying when you saw her in pain. Instead you rebelled, pouting as you gave a sassy side eye to Dani.

“Oh so you have jokes now?”, Her fingers scribble lightly to your tummy. “Is that what you’ve been doing when I’m gone?”, Her antics made the tickling much sillier.

32:50 | MANON’S INSTAGRAM LIVE

It was practically the hard launch of your identity. The girls have mentioned you lots in interviews and videos. You were officially the seventh member of Katseye but would be cheering on the sidelines from how reserved you are.

Manon planned weeks ago of showing your face for an Instagram live briefly. She was with Sophie and a few friends rambling about LA life and music. You sat on her lap, being in your own world in the midst of noise pollution. Manon’s chin was resting to your shoulder, fingertips touching as Manon tuned out halfway.

“Y/n, who’s your favorite Katseye member?”, Manon carries a different conversation. Reading an overdone comment was better than hearing the bickering with her friends.

“Hmm…”, You took time to think. A very long time in Manon’s eyes. Yet she had the admiration to be patient enough to know you’re taunting her. Just a big smile and big hopes in those eyes. “You’re my favorite.”, finally saying to Manon.

“I am?”, Manon feels stunned that you’d say her. You nod, not registering her tuning her friends out to hear what you had to say. Mostly it was silence, but it was a comfortable silence. Followed by her holding you tighter as if you were going to fade into thin air.

“What do you love most about me?”, From the phone her voice wasn’t heard, but her lips made it clear of her question. You whispered in her ear, messing with her by coming up with something dumb. She was cackling up that your answer was that she let you sleep in her bed whenever you spent the night at her place.

She forced you to match her energy of a funny joke by doing a form squeeze to your side. Your body leaned into hers, being smothered in her kisses as your center tummy was being clawed.

“Eeeeehehehehe!!”, You squealed at every kiss that landed all your cheeks. Whenever a kiss was planted you felt that you were shocked with electricity by her maddening tickles. When you wanted to lean back and slide down, freeing from the antics Manon pulled you closer. Squeezing you tighter with kisses and scribbles to the lower end of your sides.

“No, I’m not ready to let you go.”, She rocks back in forth in holding you, as you calm your body. She smelled fear first, then knowing you and Lara use the same body wash products.

Your body reached a zen, feeling calm even with Manon’s elite ball knowledge of her palms settling to your sides. Rubbing them softly, baiting you to giggle so she has a reason to turn into a menace. “Manonhehehe!!”, Moving around in her lap, letting out some giggles.

Five seconds of giggles indicated she needed to tickle you again. In which both hands were attacking your sides, letting your feet kick up in the air. Your laughter turned silent yet loud in the same mix. It had gotten loud to interrupt Manon’s friend’s continuation of an argument. Then when you let your sides freed for the tickle monster Manon to get the laughs dispersed.

2:30 | KNOTTS TRIP WITH MEICHAE

“It’s gonna be Yoonchae and y/n’s first time trying funnel cake.”, Megan’s camera pans to the delicacy topped with whipped cream and powdered sugar. Yoonchae covered up the screen to show her polka dot nails she was matching with her.

The idea of a knott’s trip was completely impulsive. Megan asked at nearly 3am the night before if the two of you had gone to Knotts Berry Farm. Stunned by the one third answer she decided to do a mandatory Knotts trip. Mandatory for the two of you, since you both never leave the house.

You were sitting on Yoonchae’s lap, her purse slung to your shoulder. It was a pretty pink contrast from your blue outfit.

Yoonchae took her bite first, eyes lighting up at the chewy goodness. She fed you a bite next, seeing a patch of the white sugar spill on your jeans. You and Yoonchae were both nodding, communicating in a secret way to say the food was good. Giving the thumbs up reaction, Megan was laughing at how clear the tray was.

“Damn yall both fucked that shit up.”, Megan yells out, embarrassing the both of you. Yoonchae side eyes back, keeping you closer so you wouldn’t cling to the shorter haired girl.

Megan was documenting all the firsts of the amusement park trip all day. Besides doing it to post on insta she wanted to provide video evidence of how touchy she was with you.

“HeheheheYoonchae! She’s tickling me!”, You point to Yoonchae, as she seemed offended of the claim.

“I’m not.”, She says, Megan immediately clocking the smile Yoonchae was hiding. “That was the wind.”, Still the maknae needed help on her tickle monster lingo, but she was getting there.

“It’s warm outside!”, You sass back, earning another poke to the tummy by Yoonchae. You laugh from a tiny poke, hating how a cliche tease would had you in a flustered mess. In 4k, mind you. While Yoonchae pretends to act like she isn’t the culprit, which is funny when she’s the worst liar in the group.

“It’s not me. It’s Megan, she’s the culprit.”, Yoonchae confesses, and Megan is puzzled on how her name got dragged. In the chance you’ll judge Yoonchae again and tease her for lying she did another poke attack to your sides.

As much as Megan wanted to intervene, as to fill the outside with laughter and tag team tickling you she was grateful it was on film.

“Yoonchae!!!”, You giggled on her lap, hearing her loads of excuses of why she couldn’t stop feasting on your laughter. It was the wind or it was Megan who wasn’t near your ticklish belly.

“It’s not me! Say it Megan!”, Yoonchae points to the audience of one person. “Defend my honor!”, As Yoonchae’s dramatics get a genuine belly laugh from Megan. The corny joke had the camera shaking, pointing down, going all across of directions other than the reason for her laughing.

43:20 | SOLO INSTA LIVE

When Sophia was in her tickle moods she formed it into a game. Being a sore loser was good with tickles. You were the sore loser, she won by her imaginary rules and secret creating in order to be giggling enough to forget if the tickles were meant to be for winning or losing.

To cover the boredom of the girls being gone for a few hours you did a small Instagram live. You and a max of three hundred were ranting about Katseye.

“Have I seen clips from govball?”, You squint at the phone screen from afar. Lots of questions were the same, saying you should see it and how pretty Megan looked.

“I have not seen it I’ve been busy these past few days.”, You were bummed out, but your eyes lit up. Now it was certainly the time to see what the buzz was about. “But since I’m free…I’m curious.”, you get your iPad from the bed, opening up TikTok.

Your for you page was either cats or other groups that came from Hybe. It barely was the Katz content besides videos from their official TikTok. One search into Sophia was from that outfit and suddenly your mouth spoke over your mind.

“GAHHDAMNSOPHIATHERESNOFUCKINHWAY-“

You stopped yourself before more can be said, covering your mouth. There was a prediction of keeping silent would rewind time of the reaction you gave. It didn’t, as time continued moving forward and more fans were chatting of wanting the girls to get their unofficial seventh member.

“We’re good, she did not see that.”, Your voice shakes, returning to searching in the iPad. In a close second of being in the clear Sophia sends a comment to a live. The saxophones were louder the moment you saw a blue check in the comment section. You read it, containing your panic from the clueless fans.

sophialaforteza: you’re in big trouble

It shouldn’t be that difficult to lose a game of not cussing for the entire day. It was Sophia who was a bigger potty mouth than you.

Show must go in, even if it was noticeable by the widen eyes of Sophia’s advances. But she wasn’t arriving home until late, and you knew the routine of Sophia being too tired after practice. That if you didn’t mention it now, you wouldn’t be tickled. Until a simple mistake of not locking your door came along.

The saxophones were loud, blaring on speakers. Loud enough that Sophia barged in, attacking you with tickles as the world watched the story unfold in three parts. That it was ending with Sophia on top, pinning you down and giving you a massive raspberry and spidery tickles on your tummy.

“SOPHIASOPHIAHEHEHEHE!!”, You squirm from under, but still her fingers trailed to your armpits, then your sides. Sophia wasn’t teasing you much, just basking in the tickles she was giving you.

12:20 | WEVERSE LIVE WITH LARA

You were snuggling with Lara, head resting close to her chest. Her face bare, getting ready for bed but having a quick ki to the Eyekons she’s missed so dearly.

“Babes, you should go to bed. You can barely keep your eyes open.”, she looks towards you, seeing your constant blinking. Eyes lowering being in and out of sleep. They didn’t mind of your slumber, being cuddled close to Lara as she recalls stories from traveling. It was insane fomo getting in the way of your sleep.

“I’m not tired…”, You say in a groggy voice, thinking you sound vibrant. Really you were ten seconds close to passing out. All that was needed was Lara’s soothing voice humming in your hear. “If I’m falling asleep keep me awake.”

In Lara’s ears that was instructing her to tickle you. Her favorite thing in the entire world. You tried to be involved in her story time of being in Korea, how her and Manon went shopping and the group meeting Le serrafim and ILLIT. She was rubbing your back in soothing circles, but it shifted once she saw the sign of you dozing off.

Those soothing circles turned into light tickles, long nails tracing to your spine until she feels a shiver to your lower back. You felt the breeze of the ac of your shirt lifted, feeling her touch scribble to your back.

“So when we did our outfits-”, suddenly a small giggle from you interrupted her train of thought. She continued on, flowing the tickles as you laughed in her chest to not disrupt an interesting story.

“You can giggle. Don’t hide.”, Lara’s words gets your face all red. Getting shy of your half sleepy tickles. When you did it again she adored it too much to stop her story time just to tease you.

“Lara hmm~”, You hid your face, whining when Lara kisses your nose of your flustered state. When you hid more the tickles became prominent, skittering up your back and sides. You did say that she has to keep you awake long enough to finish the story.

“Larahehehehe!!”, Your tired body making it unable to stop her tickles from under your shirt. You were meant to hear more of her story of being around Yunjin and Chaewon but she was distracted by how smiley you were even with your big ass yawns.

“Are you going to let me finish my story?”

“You keep tickling mehehehe!!”, A tiny tickle comes from your neck, scrunching down like a crinkled water bottle.

“I won’t finish my story if you keep laughing.”, So instead you kept shut, holding those laughs as her fingers circled around your tummy. “So i was saying I went to see Sohey and..”, the story continued, adding on a burst of tickles that had you giggle so hard no one was able to hear the story.

“Why can’t you drive? I wanna be in the back with y/n”, Dani pouts from the driver’s seat. It was the routine spiel when Dani was put as the chauffeur. She’ll complain on how she wanted to be in the back, cuddled with you and was jealous of Sophia constantly coddling her favorite baby.

“Then pull to the side, I’ll drive.”, Sophia offers confidently, despite not having a drivers license, and with Dani unable to pull over from driving on a hill.

“No! Then you’ll play sad music and I’ll end up falling asleep too.”, Dani moderates her tone, making sure it wasn’t too loud to wake you up from your nap.

It was a sunny afternoon, the first sight of sun after weeks of gloomy weather. Clear indicator that your regression was much better being around them. Napping on Sophia’s lap while her delicate nails roam to your scalp was what made the trees grow and the sun get hotter (as said by Lara). Overall when you regressed around them you were bubblier. You were out of your shell of the timid hermit crab personality you normally had.

The girls haven’t seen you in weeks following their performing and hectic traveling schedules. You’ve been able to manage your regressed weekends, Manon making sure groceries were sent each weekend of your frozen foods. Having time slots at night where you’ll video chat them, coloring your pages and rambling of the shows you’ve watched. The last two weeks it’s been baking shows nonstop, that you were begging to Manon and Megan to make brownies.

In which Sophia was questioning why you wanted the two people that were banned from cooking to do baking.

As you were content with your regression being at home Sophia was ready the moment she reached back to LA. Time for fun outings and being active. Sophia didn’t want you to stay home for too long, that you’ll grow back to old habits into isolation. The next day of her returning back she dragged Dani into a last minute trip to a private park, being away from the public eye for the weekend.

“Y/n~, wake up.”, You felt a pair of soft lips press to your cheeks. As a magic trick your eyes open, rubbing them with your long sleeve to see clearly. The tired energy was drained out when you saw a playground. It took a matter of them forgetting to put the parental control lock that you sprinted out of the car to the patch of wood chips.

“Park!”

“Wait! Wait for us we don’t want you to get hurt.”, Sophia couldn’t raise her voice from the vocal training she had this morning.

“I’ll watch them if you wanna set the table.”, Dani says, as Sophia agrees with a nod. You headed to the swings, waiting patiently for Dani to come around and push you.

“Dani!”, You repeat her name as a stim. Wiggling your feet, calling her name until she arrived to her knees from the running. Being talkative was another trait of being a fond of them being your caretakers. The burst of energy came from Sophia giving you a few sips of her coffee. To the most part Sophia was the strict caretaker, but she was just like the other five. The one who couldn’t say no to your precious smile.

“I’m coming Bebe. Ready for me to push you?”, Dani stands behind, hands clutching the railings. You were ready, but with your sides unguarded she decided to be a tad bit evil.

She delivers the first few pokes to your side.

“Danieheheheh!!”, Your hands cling to your sides after being glued to the warm rails. You giggles, feeling Dani’s body from behind. She made sure your back was protected when being tickled. Your new trait when regressed was squirming hard you’ll fall off your seat.

“You ready Bebe? You have to hold on.”, Dani went on putting your hands back on the railing, then tickling your sides seconds later. Soon in the repeated motion several times for good measure to hear your giggles.

“Hold on. Count to three and I’ll go as high as I can.”, With each count she got higher, then letting go and having your fun with the high altitude.

Sophia occupied the concrete tables with a red blanket, setting a picnic basket she stole from back home. That contained the sandwiches she made, apple juices, orange slices Lara was able to cut up in the morning. Then Dani’s bag with her items but also your coloring books and crayons.

“Don’t go too high y/n!”, Focusing on her voice instead of your feet you jumped up, fingers disconnecting from the sides as you landed knees first on the wood chips. In the exact same moment they long jumped their way into the play area. In your mind it looked much faster, thinking they had the power of speed.

“y/n! Baby!”

Sophia managed to cry first, wanting you to lay on her chest and let her coddle you. Dani stared at her, already done for her over dramatic crying. From your joyous glee and clapping you seemed to be fine. The caregiver held a lot of empathy that a simple paper cut would make her cry the tears for you. Dani wiped the wood chips off your knee, then having to wipe Sophia’s tears with her sleeves.

“Enough crying, you big baby.”, Dani teases, getting Sophia to be pouty but still teary eyed. You laughed at Dani’s lighthearted insult, as she mocks being appalled that you’ll take her side.

“Oh? You think this is funny?”, Sophia judges, but takes a nice scribble to your tummy. Being in your needed headspace you were much more ticklish. Before your mind resorted to laughter it had to override with energy first.

“Come back here!”, A faint demand comes from the beauty in the dark curls. She runs first, then Sophia chases after.

“The tickle monsters aren’t done with you.”

Dani managed to match your speed quickly, feeling her get closer and closer. That’s when the excitement of wanting to lose caught up to you. The sprints were slowing down, and when you were serious about running again Dani carried you. Sophia stopped running earlier, knowing eventually you’ll tire yourself out. She got a blanket from the backseat, a comfy blue colored one to bring to the grass for Dani to set you down in.

“Phia! Phia!”, You reach your arms, noticing Sophia from afar grabbing your stuffie and a small pillow to the blanket bed.

“You wanna go to Phia? Let’s go!”, She spins you around a few times, whooshing you a few steps down to meet her. Dani was happy you wanted to go to her, she felt her muscles tense up over carrying you for so long. There was an easier solution of her just putting you down to ease her aching muscles, but you were too spoiled that she wanted to see that bright smile go on for ages.

“Lay here, I made a spot for you.”, Sophia pats the blanket, setting aside your stuffed elephant. Dani parked you to the spot making sure your dirty shoes didn’t touch the soft material. Since you were settling in, hugging your stuffie and calming down of the unexpected sugar rush they were finally able to take care of you.

“Your knee is bleeding Bebe.”, Dani notices from accidentally having her hands touch the danger zone. As your knees were the cushion to your fall they were heavily scrapped and bleeding. To your amusement the lively sounds of Dani’s acting of being the tickle monster had you distracted from the splat of blood to your knees. “I’ll fix it up for you.”

All with Dani getting a first aid kit from the back seat Sophia was feeding you. Making sure to keep you distracted from any small pain of Dani brushing the alcohol wipes to your knees. You were being fed your sandwich, chips, and fruit. When you finished each section Sophia rewarded you to a soft poke to your side or wiggling her fingers to your armpits.

“Such a bubbly baby today.”, Sophia compliments, squishing your half filled cheeks of powdered donuts she had saved for dessert.

“Phia! Phia!”, You kept saying, not shouting as you were naturally soft toned.

“What do you need baby? You want water?”, You shook your head over her assumption.

Even when regression hits you were still regularly shy in asking for tickles. It didn’t make sense, tickles are fun. It should be easy to ask for them. In your mind when tickles was what you wanted to eased into rubbing your tummy. To Sophia, she didn’t know of the trait, since she loved reading your mind and tickling you.

“You want us to tickle you again?”, Dani seemed sure, as you gleamed with happiness. Swear to the both of them they’ve never seen such a delighted reaction from you.

“Okay, we’ll go nice and slow.”, So Sophia thought.

“I’m not.”, Dani being the opposite and bear clawing to your sides. Then scribbling around the tummy to get some well deserved laughs from you. Sometimes during your regression you craved the soft tickles that helped drift to sleep. Wide awake you enjoyed being tickled silly, being stuck in a tickle pile by Sophia and Dani.

“Daniehehehehe!!”, Your body squirmed around. Sophia being the attentive one during the attack to make sure your head stays on the pillow.

“Dani! Be careful, poor baby is already hurt.”, She pouts, being the overprotective caregiver next to her wild card caregiver. In having to be one to protect you she did feel left out in watching Dani look freakishly adorable tickling you. Her silly facial expressions, fingers lifting up and down again before it all blends to your ticklish ribs.

She wanted to get on the fun too.

“Phia! Phia!”, Your stims get Sophia out of a smiley gaze.

“Aw, you want both of us to tickle you?”, Dani adores it all, looking at Sophia to copy her reaction. To took seeing her favorite people to pounce onto the action, her fingers fluttering to your neck. All with the second girl tickling your armpits.

“DANIIHEHEHE!!”

The two switched off on doing the sounds, doing rawr sounds when tickling your tummy. It was a habit that Megan started doing, creating cooky sounds when tickling you to hear your laughter get higher. Even if you constantly deny they have the witness of Dani who was also tickling you to back up the story.

“Rawr! Rawr!”, Sophia tries, her words being a tickle spell for Dani. She was trying to get you to laugh with tummy tickles, but hearing Dani’s infectious laughter turned into a double laughing fit. Sophia was wondering if the heat had gotten to Dani, since she was wearing a jacket.

“Why are you laughing? I’m not tickling you.”, Sophia has a puzzling look, her doe eyes being the prominent look. Still, she was left with no response and her fingers drilled into Dani’s sides for not being fast enough. Then back at you for laughing at Dani at laughing at Sophia.

“Why are you being a bear? The tone was a dinosaur.”

“I did dinosaur!”

“That was not a dinosaur!”

It was a quick break of tickling for them to bicker what sound a dinosaur makes. Which seemed sillier in your tiny mind. That they’ll be serious over a dumb topic and then it turns into a tickle fight. Where Sophia wins with how ticklish Dani’s hips are. As a tiny distraction you try to escape from the two tickle monsters that were busy arguing about stupid antics.

“Where are you going??”

“You’re not going anywhere.”, Sophia pulls you back down, mixing the tummy scribbles with Dani. Your body curled up, having Dani bringing it back down to give you raspberries on your tummy. It was a lots of crazy tickles around, until they decided to cobble to your neck at the same time. All with Sophia to poke around your sides, as you thought it was Dani.

“HeheheDanii!”, You giggle, slapping the right side of you that belonged to Dani. Not realizing it was Sophia letting on those pokes. It ended shortly with a a peck of kisses, easing your sparked up body from the tickles.

“Mami…tired…”, Your eyes get heavy, stretching your arms to the brunette Latina. She was the first to hold you and lay down so you’ll nap on her chest. Instantly you fall asleep, the second nap of the day, but when you were back to normal sleep wasn’t in your routine.

“No fair! She’s my baby, I wanna hold her.” Pinching your cheeks, holding your hand to ensure extra safety in your nap.

A nice breeze came into a city after a hot day. Palm trees rustling, the sounds of dogs parking outside, how you loved that the city was never quiet. You hated the silence, you were more fond of the chaos. But you were happy to be home, in Megan’s home. In her room more specifically.

It was officially the group’s week long break after the hectic promo of Pinky Up. You planned weeks ahead of visiting Megan. That it was only meant to be a simple hangout and cuddling, a possible sleepover if her mother allowed. She was able to get that sleepover she wanted, adding on an extra day. You’ve been at her house in total four days.

Maybe a total of five as her mother was cooking dinner later. Which meant you were eating good, but will eventually fall into a food coma in Megan’s bed. If that was the case then you needed to get all your energy out before the night ends of falling asleep being the tiny spoon with Megan.

Both of you were getting ready in the afternoon. Megan getting her makeup done in her room, you figuring out an outfit in the bathroom. You had one set of an outfit, assuming you were visiting Megan for a night. But now you were stealing her clothes and seeing what fits. There wasn’t much to work with just one belt in total and a mismatch of jeans that either fit you or don’t. The top half wasn’t an issue, you can easily pick out an old crop top and hat in the dark depths of her closet. You decided to say fuck it and have on Megan’s denim jeans, black belt strapped up to your waist. She went with her sweats, guessing that she was heading to dance.

You returned back to Megan’s room with a final cut of your fit. She was doing her makeup, doing a trial and error of her style. It was in between her edgy style or a basic bare face with cat eyeliner. You surprised her from behind, trying to have your hand cover her face without touching the powder she was applying. In an attempt to be funny you didn’t notice Megan was on call the entire time with Lara. They were both doing their makeup in plans to hang out.

“Oh shit, I did not know you were on call.”, You said, scooting behind Megan sitting in the chair. You gave a quick wave to Lara over the phone, having your tall figure only show the neck down but not your face. Feeling embarrassed you tried to get out of frame, trying to exit and give your girlfriend some rightful privacy. In a small glimpse Megan catches your tummy from the screen, eyes widening and looking behind.

You’ve been on low dose testosterone for awhile, so your body had undergone a few changes. It was normal that your cravings had your body changing, that you were growing a soft pudge with tiny hairs underneath the belly button. It was becoming a new territory for you that softly you wanted to do exposure therapy to get confident. To show that you had a belly and loved it. That you loved that it stood out from your crop top, jiggled whenever you poked it, it looked scrumptious enough to squeeze. Your new tummy was basically an invisible but visible target for tickles.

When Megan took another look, having to spin around in her chair to see you saw the gleam in her eyes. It was as if she was staring at the holy grail. That angels would sing and harps would play in the background for such a beautiful tummy you had. You’ve never seen Megan’s face so blown out, so expressive with joy that it concerns you.

“Meg are you okay??”, You laugh, seeing her face go red, smiling so hard you can tell her cheekbones were on fire. Sure, Megan was a flustered gal but she had a reason. She couldn’t even admit to you why her mind was in pieces from your tummy, even from wearing her clothes to show it off.

“No I’m not!!”, Megan says, being honest and dropping her head to her knees. Her actions flew over your head of the cause of her body physically melting over the sight of you. You thought she was overwhelmed, overstimulated, not that she was close to crashing out over your tummy.

“There there Megan.”, You pat her back, as her back shot right back up. Her face remained incredibly pink, but at least her demeanor was calm. “Did you want me to get you anything babe?”, You ask, a slight worry coming in your voice as Megan gave a reassuring smile to you.

“I’m fine.”, You felt her hand creep to your waist, wanting you closer. As the dramatic fall happened Lara was in the restroom. She wasn’t able to tease Megan on her flushed out face, or tell that you were the reason behind her unpredictable behavior. Lara was sensing the gay behavior when you mentioned leaving soon to hang with your friends.

“I gotta leave soon to meet up with my friends.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”, Megan says, not in a possessive way, more playful. Flirty, but giggling afterwards from how you couldn’t take her seriously. She played this tug of war game before, saying you couldn’t leave but couldn’t give an answer to why. Then you gave her kisses and she would tell you to have a great time.

“Do you want a kiss before I leave?”, You ask, seeing the pout on her lips. You were still not finding the target to her clinginess, even if she found yours with a small poke to your belly button.

“You’re still not going anywhere.”, A giggle followed after Megan’s order. Her other arm came around to your stomach, doing a few kisses. You pushed her head off, being careful to not smudge her finished makeup look. It became clear to her intentions, or the extent of her being in a cuddly tickle mood. Not that you would pry her head off from nuzzling in your tummy.

“Megan! You’re still on call with Lara!”, You squeal, but you can feel her laughs vibrating on your tummy. Lara wasn’t phased by the typical gay shit you two were always on. Megan would be having tickle attacks with you while Lara would be five feet away mastering her music.

“I can end the call if you two are busy.”, Lara explains, doing her eye makeup. You didn’t want the call to end, now feeling Megan’s hands squeeze and probe at your squishy sides. The saxophones were getting louder at her giddy smiles adored your tummy. The only thing holding her sparking energy and your exposed tummy was Lara.

It was just this once Lara did not have your back.

“Lara! Lara!”, The call drops, and with a quick second Megan’s carries your body like a sack of potatoes, launching you into the bed. You thought you could thug it out, wrestle back, but you were tackling the new and approved Megan who’s been dancing and going to the gym. Yea you weren’t winning this time.

“Time to finally see what I was in a wreck over.”, Megan admits, her hands having to pin your wrists to your sides. Getting what she wants she nuzzles your tummy, giving soft kisses around with raspberries to get you to laugh. It was bad that your hands were stuck with Megan, that you couldn’t hide your flustered self while Megan got what she wanted. You did say you wanted confidence in showing your tummy.

“MEGANMEGANSHAHAHA!!”, You kick your feet in laughter, having the strength to defeat Megan’s teases. But when you looked down you saw Megan in such glee over seeing your tummy, making sure no spot isn’t peppered, isn’t nuzzled on with her nose. Apart of this confidence program meant having to deal with Megan’s newfound obsession.

“MEGANLLLEETMEGOO!!”, You plead, kicking your feet more, thinking Megan will think it’s enough proof you were accepting ticklish defeat. She gave it thought, then saw the true happiness of a tummy right in front of her. She’ll pass in trying to listen to you.

“Hm, no.”, Her voice stays soft, gentle, contradicting the big raspberry she did right in the center of your tummy. Right where the pudge reigned. Now covered in the dark tint of her lipstick and powder that seared opposite of your darker toned stomach.

“MEGANNSTAWWP!!”, You add on in your mixture of giggles, but stopping the trickling tries of getting her off your stomach. You laid there in your ticklish bliss, looking down to see Megan going softer on the kisses, holding your waist and just wishing to use your stomach as a pillow. It was a lighthearted moment, you patting her head but feeling her fingers swirl to your sides.

It was deliberate she had you squirm, pinning your arms a second to get your crop top raised higher to your ribs. What was better than a happy trail? A spectacle of hair above the tummy. All you can tell that Megan was ready to kiss all these new spots.

“MEGANMEGANSHOO!”, You tried to get your tied up fingers to point a different direction. Wanting her to shoo her direction off of your tummy. All the results had was Megan not being amused by your fancy language.

“But look at your perfect tummy. Why would anyone ignore it?”, Her teases making you squirm under her. Knowing how stuck you were she did another big raspberry to your stomach, her hands tickling your sides that you would feel extra appreciative of her tickles. As if it wasn’t showing by the laughs overtaking your screams.

“HAHAHAMEGGAN!!”, Another screech came again. It’s was just Megan’s name on loop that you were able to yell out. She let up, if you were going to see your friends in about an hour she needed to wipe that stupid smile off your face. If she didn’t you’d be having that exact same grin all day, and your friends would know exactly why.

“Alright, I’ll stop being mean.”, Megan does one last soft kiss to your lips. She tugged your arms forward to get your exhausted body up. But instead you went back down, arms raised up with an inch of tummy peeking out. All the energy you had in preparing an outfit and getting ready to leave was on halt by being tickled.

“I thought you were getting ready to leave.”, Megan jokes at your limp body in her bed. She joined you, lying back in her bed, to the side of her chin resting on her hand. It was clear you both were on the same page of your important unimportant plans.

“That was before you tired me out with tickles. Unless that was your plan all along?”, You question Megan as she had her amused smile, tongue slicking to the front of her teeth. No remorse of her silly games, but she was grateful that it worked. That she can trap you with a hug, smooching your face all over, giving a few stingy tickles to your sides.