megan skiendiel-holic

“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.

Megan’s giggle could’ve filled the entire room. You, her, and Lara were at Lara’s place for once playing video games. Your girlfriend seemed a bit more invested in the wonky dialogue than the fact that you and Lara were playing with her. You glared at her from where you were seated next to Lara. The Indian girl's hand was running through your hair as you tried not to let the fact that Megan being so invested in the game wasn’t bothering you. Lara shrugged her shoulders back before standing up. “Y’know I have to go meet Manon for a date. Why don’t you two head home?” She suggests and squeezes your shoulder.

You hop up and watch as Megan slowly stands as well, clearly a bit more disgruntled at the prospect of leaving. “Let’s go baby” She hums and both of you follow Lara outside. Megan’s sliding into the driver's seat and blinks when you sit in the passenger seat but literally on the edge of it. “C’mon I’m sorry I was paying so much attention to the game” Megan relents, immediately glancing at you with her wide eyes as she reverses out of the driveway. You just stare out the window.

No your actual jealousy has dissipated into teasing her. She huffs but just turns up the music and focuses on the road. When you’re at a red light you’re scooting a bit closer to her. Her hand slips over and rests on your thigh tracing shapes absentmindedly. The giggle that escapes you makes you freeze. Megan’s head snaps over immediately and a smug smile creeps over her face. “Oh so that’s what this is about” She comments and your face begins to grow hot. Thank God the light switches back to green before she can keep teasing.

Once you’re arriving at your place you’re all but darting inside to avoid her. But Megan is faster than you give her credit for. When the door is shut she’s all but leaping at you. “Hi baby” Her smile is smug as the two of you collapse onto the couch. Before you can get a word of protest out she’s digging her nails into your waist. You squeal immediately, your legs flailing. Megan flashes a devious smile.

Her fingers scrabble up and down your waist before landing on your stomach. “Mei!” You protest trying to keep your squirming under control. She just chuckles at you barely suppressing a condescending coo. You whine as one hand stays gently storming your stomach and the other goes up to dig into your neck. You scrunch up attempting to keep her from being able to tickle you even more.

Megan sighs and presses a kiss to your cheek, effectively disarming you. You immediately melt, leaving all of you vulnerable to her. She’s taking advantage of it immediately. She’s pressing kisses to your cheeks while her hands go to your stomach and your hip divots. “BAHAHA-“ You laugh wildly as she keeps moving, never stopping.

Megan begins to slow down for a moment and lets you catch your breath. And you glare playfully up at her as you take in deep breaths. But she’s just watching you fondly before scrabbling her nails over your thighs. You bat at her hand as giggles escape you while she smiles. Your whole face has rushed with heat by now and you giggle weakly as she finishes tormenting you. 

Megan contained multitudes. A fact that you had (fortunately) discovered very quickly. The Chinese-Singaporean girl could go from performing and looking hot as hell to cuddling and teasing you. You were used to watching a livestream of their performance to her being in your apartment less than two hours later. One of the many (slightly unexpected) aspects of her was that she was a caregiver. You were admittedly a bit shocked because you had her pegged as a regressor.

But she was a remarkable caregiver. Currently you were curled up at your place waiting for her to come back from a long rehearsal. You had your iPad out and Sanrio was playing faintly but you were much more focused on the door. Megan was supposed to be home any minute now. Your foot lightly hit the pillow rhythmically as you fidgeted. The instant you spotted the doorknob rotating even the slightest bit you were leaping up.

Megan barely had one foot in the door when you tackled her. “Well hello baby!” She said immediately running her hand through your hair. “Hi! Mei!” You say tugging at her shirt and she smoothly scoops you up. “How are you?” Megan begins to press kisses to your cheek as she keeps you settled on her hip. “Good. Missed you” You inform a pout tugging at your lips. 

She chuckles and smooths your hair back. “I missed you too” Megan replies carrying you over to the couch and sitting down. “What can we do?” You ask poking her as she begins to bounce her knees. Megan laughs gently and tweaks your nose “Well I think Sanrio is an excellent idea. You wanna help me pick out a treat?” She asks, running her hands up and down your back.

You beam at her and wriggle off of her lap. You grab her hand and tug her towards the kitchen. “Alright little one” Megan chirps and swings your hand as she crouches to dig through the fridge. You head to the pantry instead. “Mama?” You beg lightly, pulling out a bag of chips and showing it to her. She nods as she tugs out some leftovers.  Megan carefully scoops you up and puts you on the counter as she microwaves her food.

You tear open your bag and begin to snack on them while she watches the microwave intently. Suddenly Megan is spinning around and grabbing your hands. The bag topples to the counter but you’re giggling too hard to care as she playfully dances with you. She’s holding your hands and singing as she slides you onto her hip and dances. 

You’re trying hard not to laugh at the way she’s singing overdramatically. “Is something funny?” She pokes you in the side ignoring the blaring beep of the microwave. “No! Get your food” you whine and she huffs but grabs the container. “Sanrio!” You say immediately and she kisses your cheek. You stand next to her as she stirs it and begins to eat. Her other hand came to rest on your back.

Your patience is slowly but surely running out. You begin to bounce on your heels as she takes at least 5 hours to eat. “Little one we can eat on the couch” Megan says finally before allowing you to drag her back to the living room. “I missed you so much I can’t wait to be able to cuddle with you and watch” She declared smothering you with kisses. 

You cuddle up with her on the couch and she flips your iPad closed before fumbling for the remote. You clap your hands as Sanrio is pulled up and you slide your hand into hers. She immediately pauses and squeezes your waist before returning to the TV. “You’re so cute baby” Megan informs setting her now empty container on the coffee table.

Megan had only mentioned her regression once, never bringing it up again by how embarrassed she was.

When it came to those long rehearsals, hours of practice, amount of fatigue from jet lag her body was out of it. Her mental was out of it. Rest day comes and she spent her time sleeping, or in her actual mind she was regressed.

The members couldn’t notice it until after Megan mentioned it one emotional night. Now they saw from Megan’s phone being on do not disturb, the stock of chicken nuggets and Mac and cheese, sounds of cartoons playing from her iPad. It all made sense of why she stayed isolated in her room. She didn’t want the others to know, to make weird assumptions of her regression. Even if their thoughts were far from her doubts, that they rather take care of her rather than let her be alone when she was little.

Manon and Sophia were most attentive to it. The nights where she was silent, that she spoke in nods or in text. That she kept biting her nails so she wouldn’t grasp her lips to her thumb around them. The constant need of rubbing her tummy to soothe her nerves. When the day came to her regression they visited, easing Megan to warm up to them. That way she’ll feel safe, much happier, and wouldn’t rely on technology to help her regression.

It was early afternoon, Megan was coddled in bed. She held tightly to her plush, watching low stimulation cartoons as her routine. As afternoon settled, light shifting to another side of the curtain something else shifted in her stomach. A loud growl, followed by another. That was the sign of lunch, time for her to put the Mac and cheese and nuggets in the microwave and settle to her nest. But opening the door she was met with a bowl nearby, a cooked meal with a spoon, napkins, and sippy cup of apple juice.

“Is she going to take it?”, Manon whispers from the couch, bodies going still when they heard the door open.

“Ssh!”, Sophia sushes her, that way Megan doesn’t scurry off when they appear. They hear the bowl being picked up, and soon the door shut. Both of them silently cheered at the win of Megan trusting them. Food was always a way to win her heart but there was a challenge for her to strive away from the usual snacks.

They checked on her later, entering the room softly, Manon doing two knocks to the door to get her attention away from the iPad. Megan was snuggled up, in her matching pink pajamas with hello kitty on them. Hair tied in a low ponytail as she hated whenever the strands landed in her eyes. There was a soft glow in the bask of darkness in the room. The happy energy that Megan was regaining back being little. That her activities were recharging her energy until she has to step in the real world again.

“Hi Mei Mei.”, Sophia’s voice becomes low and softens, giving herself distance from Megan so she wouldn’t be intimidated. When Megan regressed it was by herself, the routine. Having new guests over during this vulnerable period was new but had a mixture of feelings clogged in her head. She scooted back, away from Sophia’s hand and curled into a ball. The iPad she held was snuggled in her chest, resumed to her cartoons at a low volume.

“Scary…”, Megan mumbles under her breath. Her mind was used to the isolation, that the members would go about their day while her mind went small. In her mind she wanted to adjust to only Sophia and Manon, letting them inside her bubble of magic. There was a darkness in the back of her mind that they’ll tease her, think it’s weird, even when both of them were crouching down to not seem as tall and scary.

“Don’t be scared, we wanna cuddle Mei.”, Manon says, feeling bad at Megan’s flinches when Manon tries to fix her hair. Soon Megan feels a finger to her soft cheek, cooling her frustrated brain. Her eyes were lidded, in a daze when Manon continued on stroking her cheek. The knuckle of her fingers traveling to the chin, down to her arms to the palm in tiny circles. Suddenly they saw the ticket to Megan warming up to them.

“She’s warming up Manon.”, A glint came to Sophia’s eyes. Megan was a cuddly girl, she clung to them when her body felt exhausted and her eyes were droopy. Shes never experienced the warm touch of one of the members when regressed, just her soft stuffie she had on standby. Finally feeling it had her melting, soft hums escaping from her lips as eventually Megan got closer to her head to rest on Manon’s chest.

“Sophia, don’t you care start crying.”, Manon steers her head to her. She found the bonding moment to be endearing that tear ducts were forming. They both crawled into Megan’s bed, snuggling in between her. In her mind it merely looked like two giants surrounding her, as Megan seemed squished in the middle. But she liked the pressure, it made her feel safe that Sophia and Manon were around.

The show continued on, both of them focused and content on the small iPad. Sophia sneaked in a few kisses to Megan’s forehead. Manon’s light touch was around her palm, light touches to ground Megan during her regressed time. The other arm was rubbing her tummy, the typical habit she did to soothe. It did mean something else, a subtle habit when Megan wanted tickles.

Sophia nails lightly grazed over Megan’s neck, with a nice squeaky giggle coming out. Her nails were much longer than Manon’s so the touch the intensely ticklish instead of relaxing. When she tickles slightly under the chin she felt Megan’s feet kick under the covers.

“I see our little Mei hasn’t changed, she’s still our ticklish baby.”, Sophia smiles, having her two fingers walk down to her stomach. Megan’s body tensed up, having a few giggles etched out of anticipation. Sophia messed with her with the tiptoeing of her fingers. Going down to Megan’s ticklish tummy, closer to the belly button, the one spot Megan freaked out on. Then soon passing the belly button and going around. All with her shrieks and squirms that Manon held her down gently.

“I think we won Megan’s heart with tickles.”, Manon notices, seeing a hint of joy glistening in Megan’s eyes. Ears perking up, that Megan was starting to feel relaxed around them. But also relaxing more during her regression.

The tickling lasted for just that moment, Sophia didn’t want to go overboard and let it hurt Megan. Especially now that she opened up to her and let into her space. The tummy rubs came back, followed by Megan leaning to her to catch her attention.

“What’s wrong Mei? Are you getting warm? Do you need a snack?”, Sophia asks out of concern by Megan’s whines. Manon paused the show to check on her, rubbing her shoulders to calm her mind down. They both thought her mind must’ve been in circles about responsibilities again, all for it to be a completely different subject.

“Tickles…”, Megan says faintly, whining side to side to see which one will tickle first.

“You want tickles?”, Manon asks to clarify, in which Megan nodes, her mess of hair sticking to her face. It took Megan being in her soft space to admit she wanted tickles. She didn’t have to sprint seven miles being chased by Dani to admit tickle was what she desired. Bringing it up in her soft voice brung up enough traction to get what she wanted.

“Let’s get you all comfortable and cozy for tickles.”, Sophia fluffs the pillows for her to lay on. Already a few fingers from Manon were gliding to Megan’s side and back. A squirm came out, being able to stop Manon’s powers of making any touch from her side and stomach ticklish. The Filipina was agitated by her impatience of getting Megan settled before starting the tickles.

“Manon~”, Sophia whines at Manon’s eagerness to tickle Megan. They both seemed to be in their own world of giggles. Manon tickling the lower back when Megan rolled over, then towing her body to the other side for tummy tickles. On the other side it was Sophia organizing her pillow and stuffies to ensure Megan’s tickling experience was fun.

“I’m sorry, those whiskers dimples are a weakness.”, Manon cups Megan’s cheek, outlining the wrinkle to her upper cheeks. Eyes squinted, smiling as hard as she could from the mixture of affection from the two. Having the face that needed to be smothered with soft kisses all around her face, including where her whisker dimples resided.

Hearing the soft giggles in every kiss Sophia grew jealous by the lack of attention she was getting. Feeling left out when she’s been the main tickle monster when Megan wasn’t little. When Manon was busy planting soft kisses to Megan’s face an unexpected placement of fingers landed to her sides. Then to the center of her stomach with soft tickles. Megan nestled into Manon’s chest in fits of giggles, trying to hide from the woman behind scribbling her nails on her pale tummy.

“You can’t hide from me and your ticklish tummy~”, Sophia teases, hearing the muffled laughter from her. Megan finally released herself from Manon’s chest, her hair scruffy with her face red as a tomato. The body language was clear of more tickles. That whenever Megan wanted more she gave direct eye contact to one of them. Sophia does a trail of tickles again to her tummy, seeing Megan latch onto Manon for a second time.

“I want cuddles too Meg. Why does she get all of them?”, Sophia pouts, but Manon sticks her tongue out while gushing at Megan. Her cheeks were squished, happiest smile alive with Sophia sneaking in neck tickles for her to move to the other side.

“Maybe try kissing her cheeks first.”, Manon suggested, planting a soft one on Megan’s scalp. Say no less if the way of her winning Megan’s affection was kisses.

It started with one, then three, then as many as she could in a span of seconds, kissing all over Megan’s blushed face. Then envolving in a mess of ticklish kisses around her neck that she was wanting to squirm away from. All until Sophia held her closely so she wouldn’t run away from the kisses peppering around under her chin and on her neck.