POV: It's a Sunday afternoon, maybe an hour after a BIG lunch. You wander into the bedroom, looking for me. There I am, belly full, blissfully napping off my latest food coma . So fast resting, I don't notice the pink rope slip over my ankles. You wake me softly and I stir.. slowly realizing that I can't get out of the bed. I'm stuck there and I'm all yours to play with.

And you start tickling me- gently and playfully at first. I'm super sensitive to that kind of touching. Even running your fingers over certain parts of my body makes me tingle and twitch . Now I'm too anxious to be...

POV: It's a Sunday afternoon, maybe an hour after a BIG lunch. You wander into the bedroom, looking for me. There I am, belly full, blissfully napping off my latest food coma . So fast resting, I don't notice the pink rope slip over my ankles. You wake me softly and I stir.. slowly realizing that I can't get out of the bed. I'm stuck there and I'm all yours to play with.

And you start tickling me- gently and playfully at first. I'm super sensitive to that kind of touching. Even running your fingers over certain parts of my body makes me tingle and twitch . Now I'm too anxious to be tired. And that's when you start tickling me mercilessly . I can't keep my fat body from twisting and wiggling and bouncing all over the place as you explore and all of my most ticklish spots.