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<I HAVENT FOLLOWED THEM ON HERE YET I FORGOT THEIR TAG LMAO>

hi. bye

Well it turns she can handle a lot (what are these subjects complaining about?), so she gets bolder and bolder with her inventions. But there's one machine... that will never leave its lab. She got much too bold with this device. It forces the subject's body completely still and targets every. single. nerve.

She set herself a timer. A concise five minutes to see what it's like.

Those were the worst/best five minutes of her life. Usually, she enjoyed. I mean. handled her own treatment just fine. Not this time. This time was torture. The desperation. The unbearable sensation. The helplessness of not even being able to struggle. No one to plead to. Just a cold, emotionless machine that won't stop until the timer completes. In that moment, the scientist finally truly understood how her subjects must feel.

She locked that machine away and never spoke of it again.

tickling is hottest when it’s silly to the point of being overindulgent. teasing that is insufferably sweet, where it feels like your mind is being filled with cotton candy. tickling machines painted with suns and rainbows and hearts, symbols of the unabashed joy and boundless mirth which befall those within their grasp. targeting of the most sensitive spots on the most bitter and reserved of souls, proving that no one is above the laws of flesh. not even the most absurd boundaries and penalties that the contract of the body has to offer.

indulgent sona art go brrr or whatever the youths say