I will tickle you!

...and the consequences 😈

A group (maybe 15 to 20) of possessed dolls would be wonderful lers! Being trapped in a dollhouse, jutting out so you’re all spread out and can’t see what’s being tickled? 😄 Little hands perfect for getting in every little spot, all those little hands scribbling and scratching and pinching and spidering all over. Can you imagine if they start to use tools? 😍😍 All those hands holding all sorts of feathers and brushes. With those dollhouses, you could be completely trapped and at the vengeful porcelain and plastic mercy of dozens of dolls. 😍😊 and just imagine when they find those “extra special” places and never let up.

Maybe you’re asleep one night, your feet hanging off the edge of your bed. Soft feathers fluttering ever so gently across your soles, so light you don’t even stir. Slowly and carefully, the dolls bind you up, sneaking around under your covers. When you finally awake, you are shocked to see little bundles moving under your sheets. You are blind to your tormenting tickles until someone decides to pull off the sheets. And what you see it…

Plastic dolls with little hands that perfectly fit in belly buttons or between toes or in dips of hips.

Baby bottle dolls with little pursed lips that perfectly suckle nipples or small toes or clits, powerful little suckers with oddly soft tongues.

Dolls that use ribbon to loop around toes and hold them back or apart, or uses themselves to do so!

Oooh little hands of all little sizes covering every little inch of soles and toes, all with scribbly little fingers.

Little dolls with big lips kissing and licking and nibbling over ears and necks and hips.

Dolls that gather between your legs and tickle your clit with their little fingers and mouths, every little inch tickled.

Tickle interrogating Ludella Hahn would be a dream