It was a lazy spring afternoon when you woke up. You looked around, finding a wallet and a mirror. You gasp as you notice your image (http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/daug...). You looked like the blonde actress from Alice in Wonderland, wearing a prim and proper attire from the 1950s. What horrors were waiting for you now? You read the old style paper card, identifying you as Mia Karen Jones. Before you could scream, the ground gave way beneath you. You screamed loudly as you continued your descent. It was an inordinately large hole, making you wonder if Dawn created it. You couldn't imagine any other way that you would have missed it. You were certain that unless something magical happened; you were going to die as you continued falling down the interminable tunnel, when you become aware of a particularly odd thing. You were now wearing the blue pinafore dress and white stockings like those Alice in Wonderland wore in Disney--which looked particularly foolish, as they were enlarged to fit your more mature nineteen year old body.
You only noticed this because the skirt had blown open like a parachute, slowing your fall to a float. You contemplated your fate, fearing more horrible tickling. As you fell something brush against you, causing a loud shrieking. “Oh no! More tickling!” you feared. You struggled to regain your composure “What composure a person could have when they were falling?” you wondered. When you realized what had brushed against you was only the root of some tree. You felt more and more of them, and realized the tunnel was getting narrower, closing in about you. Your fall was abruptly stopped for a second as your blue skirt got snagged all around by these roots, and you hung suspended in the air. Alas, it was not a permanent stop, as gravity tugged at your new body, and soon you found herself falling through the dress as it was raised up over your head, revealing white stockings and a white camisole slip. For a while, you were held up by your upstretched arms and head “Please O’ Lord, do not let Dawn hang or tickle me!” you expressed, greatly fearing what would follow. A scream left your lips as you felt more tree roots against your exposed body. You heard a rip, and then began falling again. Looking up, you could see the blue dress hanging from a higher root like a little blue tattered flag.
Your descent was still a slow one, and the roots, which were now rubbing you all over, even snagging and lifting your camisole a bit. "Oh heheheNO! This is hehehe very, heh, undignified! St-rippping and Tick-ling!" you giggled as the roots were beginning to tickle a little bit as you fell past them. “No, I am not falling! The tunnel walls were now completely covered with roots which reached out and not only rubbed, but grabbed at me to tickle me!” you realised. They were very soft and covered with a light fuzzy covering. But they were very strong as well, and they had begun *passing* you downward, much like a football quarterback might get passed by her teammates after a victory. "Oh, please do stop! That, hee-hee, that tickles me!" you exclaimed, pleadingly. The roots were definitely encouraged by this bit of information as they acted with intelligence as they tugged at her shiny black shoes until they came off, and pulled and ripped at your camisole until it came apart in shreds, exposing your firm, large round breasts, nipples hard and pink with embarrassment. You tried to bring your arms down to protect herself, but the tunnel was too narrow, and they were now stuck high over your head. The roots now increased their tickling, which in turn increased your giggling. “DAWNHAHAHAHA!” you cried as each fuzzy tendril which wasn't busy gripping and passing you along slowly traced paths from the bottom of your tender pink feet. You screamed as you remembered the torment of the Flapper Party. Other tendrils soon began to assist, running across around all sides of your long legs. You felt teary before shrieking across your milky white belly and all over the small of your back. “PLEHAHAHAHSE!!!! T-DAWNNAHAHAHA!” But the only response was soft touches about your breasts and quick pokes into the wells of your armpits.
"Sto-ha-haahap," you cried, "no mo-hohohore, plea-heeheeessse!" But the roots were unrelenting in their tickling. Flashes of Sabrina and her lover’s torments were only broken by the occassional "Yipe" as a curious root goosed your tickly behind or an embarrassing moan of pleasure as another various root sometimes rubbed slowly circles around your crotch area. You felt the terrible swelling as your core began to heat up. You lost all track of how much time has passed as you went further down the tunnel: "No, haha, plee-heeze, sto-ha OH! No, don't do-hoo -oooh mmmmmm Heeeee Hee Hahaha OH MY! Hahahahhee hee Mmmmm Hmmmmm Ohhh.. Hmmmmmmmm..." Until such time as the tickling and waves of pleasure were too much for you, the experience of a warm tingly feeling that you had felt before only once before overwhelmed you. You lost your voice just shaking as your toes and ribs were now being assisted by the tendril. You felt tired, so tired. Your eyes became heavy as the world went hazy. “I can’t wait for you to get ploughed by that nice boy, Michelle! Let me know when you have been tickled enough!” You gasped as you looked around. You seemed to have awoken at the apparent bottom of the hole. You lay on your back, and could see the roots reaching for you, mere inches above your prone body.
You tried to stand to flee. The roots were expecting that, no sooner were you up, the roots began tickling against you. You howled, quickly recoiled back down to the ground in a horizontal position. A quick check confirmed the realization that you had been completely stripped down to just your stockings which were held up with garters. Your cotton panties had obviously become ripped apart whilst you had been oblivious to all else but the tickling as you fell. The rear goosing had been quite tormenting, because you had no protection, you realised. You rolled over onto your stomach and looked about. A tunnel lay before you, with roots dangling from the ceiling. But it looked like a little door was at the end of the tunnel. “Could this be a trap? Should I risk scooting on my belly? I might just be able to fit through the tunnel and maybe escape out the door” you wondered. However you feared that you might get trapped and get tickled to death. Or worse, forced to agree to sleeping with a man! You decided to move. You began your trek, and although it was only less than a hundred yards, it felt as though it were miles. For every time you scooted, your round buttocks raised up just enough for the roots on the ceiling to tickle her cheeks (and sometimes, you realized with exclamation, your anus!). Still, despite the tickle torture of your bottom, and the loss of control of your bladder; you managed to make your way to the door and open it. The roots reached forth for you, reaching for your tender ribs, underarms, soles and cheeks. You howled as they pulled and tickled you away from the door. With a final burst of strength, you wriggled as best you could through the door. The roots didn’t surrender, tickling you each step of the way as you made your way out the door headfirst. You breathed a sigh of relief, when you realised the roots were gone. You looked around, finding yourself standing in the sunlight, in a garden of extraordinarily large flower blossoms.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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