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Ticklish Cub in the Tickling Chair

Cub’s reputation precedes him—a legend in whispers, a writhing storm of laughter once your fingers find his ribs. The moment you dive in, his body betrays him: a thunderous cackle erupts as your nails trace his torso, his abs convulsing under relentless assault. You don’t linger—you know the feet are the crown jewel. His soles hit your lap, pale and sensitive, and the first brush of your fingertip sends him arching off the couch, a shriek of delight cracking the air. “Oh god, oh god—” he gasps, toes curling like claws, but you’re relentless, mapping every ridge and crease until his laughter becomes a ragged, high-pitched whine. The tools wait, gleaming in the periphery. You grin. Phase one was mercy. Phase two? Unholy, symphonic torment. Cub’s fate is sealed—squeals, tears, and all.

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