Tickle Tickle

Marinette finally was able to breathe normally when she felt the pillow shoved against her belly, make her back arch. “Now let’s see if we can her go wet herself!” suggested Ella. “Great idea, sis!” agreed Etta. Before Marinette could speak, the dastardly duo executed their plans.

Alya tried desperatedly to push open the door. After a bit of a break, Marinette cries had increased dramatically. God knows what her evil sisters were doing to her. All she knew is that her friend was being overwhelmed. “I need to save her!” she thought as she tried to open the lock using a tumbler.

“Gilli gilli gilli,cootchy cootchy coo!” exclaimed the twins. Tears ran down Marinette’s face as she wailed. Worn our from the foot tickling, she was unable to stop the twins from flipping her over and retying her. Now the twins were running those feathers under her exposed underarms.