Ticklish Examination 🩺🥼
Summary: You have a ticklish assessment exam and the doctor's job is to rate your ticklishness from 1-10
Lee: Reader
Ler: Tall, Handsome Dr. Elias
⚠️ This is a playful tickle story, if that's not your cup of tea, please continue scrolling ⚠️
The door creaks open, and in steps a tall man in a crisp white coat. His name tag reads Dr. Elias, but the playful glint in his deep brown eyes tells you this is no ordinary physician. He holds a clipboard in one hand and a long, feathery quill in the other.
"Ah, welcome! You must be my next patient," he says, flashing a charming smile. "Today, we'll be conducting a full-body ticklishness assessment. My methods are… quite thorough."
Your stomach flutters with anticipation as you sit on the padded examination table, your legs dangling slightly.
Dr. Elias taps his pen against the clipboard. "Now, let's establish a baseline. Would you say you’re mildly, moderately, or severely ticklish?" His voice is smooth but tinged with amusement.
You hesitate. Admitting to your ticklishness feels like a trap.
Dr. Elias chuckles. "No need to be shy. The test results will speak for themselves." He clicks the pen and makes a note. "We’ll start with light touches and work our way up. Ready?"
You barely have time to nod before he gently lifts your arm and presses his fingers into your inner wrist, rubbing in slow circles. It’s a barely-there sensation, but it makes your fingers twitch involuntarily.
"Hmm," he hums. "A 2 out of 10. Not bad. But let’s move on."
He traces a single fingertip up your forearm, reaching the crook of your elbow. The touch is feathery and methodical. A soft giggle escapes before you can stop it.
"Ah! Now we’re getting somewhere," he teases, marking something down. "That’s a solid 4."
Then, he switches tactics. Producing a soft makeup brush from his pocket, he twirls it between his fingers.
"For this next test, we’ll see how you react to different textures."
He glides the brush along the inside of your elbow, and you jerk instinctively, a bubbling laugh slipping from your lips.
Dr. Elias grins. "Oh-ho! That reaction was adorable. Let’s call that a 5."
He continues his examination with an almost scientific precision, moving to your underarm next. The moment his fingers spider gently into the hollow, you jolt, a squeal bursting from you.
Dr. Elias smirks. "Oh? That was quite the jump! I’d say at least a 7." He increases the pressure, wiggling his fingers just enough to make you dissolve into a fit of laughter.
"Ahh! Nohoho!" you giggle, trying to clamp your arm down.
He chuckles. "Very ticklish here, noted. But we’re not done yet."
His next target is your ribs. He starts with slow, calculated squeezes, working from the top downward.
"L-let’s not!" you protest through laughter, squirming as he finds a particularly sensitive spot.
"Sorry, I don’t take patient requests," he teases. "Oho! This is a 9 out of 10. Extremely sensitive. And we haven’t even reached your worst spot yet, have we?"
You shake your head frantically, but he’s already testing your stomach, dragging his fingertips lightly across the surface before wiggling them just above your belly button. Your laughter bursts out in uncontrollable waves.
"HAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE!"
Dr. Elias raises an eyebrow. "Oh, dear. A full-blown 10. Your abdomen is incredibly ticklish. This is vital information, you know. What if I prescribed tickle therapy?"
You can barely form words through your laughter.
He finally relents, pulling back with a satisfied nod. "That concludes today’s exam. Diagnosis? Hopelessly ticklish. Treatment? Daily tickle sessions."
You groan between giggles, catching your breath.
Dr. Elias grins. "Ah, but my dear patient, laughter is the best medicine."