You wait nervously in the intimidating lobby, while the thing busies itself in front of a compter terminal built into the front desk, processing your info. She types in a few characters and presses some other, more exotic buttons. She then grins up at you. "Down the hallway to the left. Room #347. Take this security pass; just slide it into the treminal beside the door. Good luck!" She exclaims brightly, while you thank her and walk away, down the white-washed, sterile hallway. Arriving at laboratory 347, you square yourself, and swipe in the card. With a beep, the door is suddenly just open, and you walk into the small room beyond, which resembles a dentist's reception desk. Yet another receptionest greets you warmly, before pressing a button and opening a closet to the left. "If you would please change into these miss-and just these-we can commence testing ASAP." A liitle screen wall has also unfolded and curled around, giving you a nice private area to change out of your day clothes and into the two pieces of comfortable fabric, which covers roughly the same body area as a small bikini.
Still feeling pangs of worry at what you've signed up for, you leave your clothes in a bin and begin to move into the next room. "Please ly down on the table, and we can begin. Relax, you'll do fine!" Says the receptionest as you complete your instructions. The 'table' is shaped like an 'x', and looks like it was made out of the exact same piece of material as the smooth white floor. You lie down and stretch out, jumping a bit as small portions of its surface seem to instantly liquify and envelope sections of your arms, legs, and torso.
"Beginning overall ticklishness test. Stage one." Buzzes a mechanical voice, and you suddnely jump as something small applies pressure to your instep; which slowly moves down your foot. You kick your leg spasmodically, bubbling over with a steady stream of cute giggles as the sensations limn every nerve down your entire leg. It is soon mirrored on the other foot, and your laughter redoubles. Several other tendrils join the probing instruments, tracing plain vertical lines on each smooth, creamy sole. You are acutely aware of their individual paths, and your unending torrent of giggling testifies to just how sensitive you are down there. It keeps up for several minutes, but then you feel the tendrils- craning your head, you can clearly see that it's part of the bizarre furniture itself that's tickling you-moving uop to your ankles, kneading and tracing, but don't spend nearly the time. Your knees-front and back-are soon subject to their squeezing and prodding, and you start really laughing and reflexively tugging at the restraints, unprepared for their sensetivitie. The tendrils elongate, dragging their tips along your long, tanned legs, until they come to your thighs and alter tact, squeezing instead of lightly brushing and scratching. It already seem like it's been going in for ages, the steady, incessant feelings almost as bad as the shorter, more intense experiences you've been put through by friends and family members in the past. Soon though, their back onto still more sensitive ground, and you laugh louder when you feel them dragging along your toned belly, again and again. Two thick bands hold you steady while another inserts itself into you deep navel, throughorly explouring every fold and section of the side. They begin to move on, while it seams the machine has forgotten something, briefly sending two thick tentacles back to explore your shapely hips, while the others poke about your ribs.You feel the table contracting slightly, forcing your back into a bridge position in midair, and allowinganother cluster of the things free acces to your back and shoulders. The others lengthen still further, scratching rhythmically at your exposed underarms at length. To finish, they all play all about your neck, arms and ears, leaving barely a square millimeter of skin untouched. Breathing heavily, but surprised by how enjoyable that was, you look to a screen built into the wall nearby, displaying reading of your various body sections and the overall sensetivity located therien. It states that you are in the higher echelons of those tested and several options for the makeup of your immediate next test. Wondering how to acces it, the table suddenly reverts to its normal shape, freeing you. You collect yourself and, after thinking it out, sellect:
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