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Britta stumbled on the sidewalk, managing to catch herself before falling and quietly cursing her high heels. The 22-year-old had gone out to the bar with her new coworkers, and after several drinks was drunk. Anyone who saw the tall, tanned, attractive young woman, dressed in a tight and revealing crop top and skinny jeans, along with her fancy heels, would know that she was intoxicated. Her long brunette hair cascaded freely down her back, occasionally swinging into her blue eyes as she stumbled along.

As Britta grew closer to her apartment complex, she passed a park that she was familiar with thanks to passing by it on her morning commute every day. As it was dark out, the only light coming from sporadic streetlamps, the park appeared deserted. However, Britta caught sight of the playground that sat in the middle of the small park.

In her state of inebriation, she decided to turn off-course and walk towards the playground. When she made it there, she kicked off her heels, abandoning them on the ground as she started to play. She climbed up as small ladder to the monkey bars, which she gripped onto and began swinging across.

It took longer than it likely would have, had Britta not been drunk. She began giggling as she swung across the bars. Her feet could nearly touch the ground, and her pudgy belly was bared as she held onto the bars above her. “This is fun,” she exclaimed to herself. “Why is this stuff just for kids, anyway?”

She made it to the end of the monkey bars and glanced up to see a huddle of shapes by the swing set that hadn’t been present before. In her drunken state, she shrugged it off and continued onward. She laughingly slid down a pole, climbed back across the monkey bars, and slid down one of the slides.

The problem occurred when she climbed to the top of the playground structure and prepared to go down a plastic enclosed slide. She sat down with her legs in the slide and prepared to go down... only to find herself stuck. Her butt was lodged in the slides entrance, leaving her lower body dangling inside the small slide and the rest of her, from the waist up, outside of it.

Britta flopped backwards onto the cold metal bottom of the playground structure with a sigh. “Guess this is why it’s only for kids,” she muttered to herself, feeling too overcome by her drunkenness to bother figuring out how to unstick herself just yet. She gazed at her chubby belly and said, “My fat ass wasn’t meant for this slide.”

Suddenly, she heard a clambering and slowly turned her head to the side to see a gaggle of teenagers climbing up the play structure, moving towards her. As she blinked through the darkness, she saw that there were three of them. Two boys, a blond and a brunet, and a redhead girl, all looking to be around 12 or 13 years old.

“Miss, are you alright?” the blond asked, smirking down at her. “You seem a bit... stuck.”

Britta held back a sigh. Preteens. There was a reason she was a graphic designer, and not a teacher. She’d had enough of annoying little brats during her high school babysitting years. “I’m fine,” she said, waving them off. She squirmed a bit, trying to wriggle back out of the slide, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere. She heard the kids snickering behind her, and she leaned back again to look at them. “Can I help you with something? It’s a bit late for you to be out now, isn’t it?”

The two boys shrugged and the redhead answered, “Well, we live nearby and we just wanted to see who was out here so late. You’re a bit old to be using this playground, aren’t you?” Britta felt a blush spread across her cheeks at the girl’s blunt observation.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Britta snapped back. Whereas she had been feeling a pleasant alcohol-induced buzz, it was slowly fading off into annoyance. “I’m an adult.”

“Yeah, one who’s stuck in a slide,” the brunet retorted. The other two giggled as though he’d made the wittiest comment. Britta rolled her eyes.

“Oh, go away,” she muttered, away that she was being immature but equally unwilling to deal with the shenanagins of a bunch of silly preteens.

“You sure you don’t want any help?” the blond asked, with laughter in his voice. “You might need it.”

Britta’s face burned. “Why not? Sure.” Then she could get off the ridiculous playground and go home, to her comfortable bed. The blond and the redhead dropped to the floor of the structure on either side of her, gripping her arms and tugging. Britta yelped in surprise, but didn’t budge.

“You probably wouldn’t have gotten stuck if your belly wasn’t so tubby,” the redhead commented, poking Britta’s belly which was fully exposed thanks to her crop top.

“My belly isn’t ‘tubby’,” Britta exclaimed, knowing full well that her belly was indeed pudgy and not at all flat. “You’re an awfully rude little girl.”

The redhead shrugged, looking unbothered. “Just saying.” Without warning, she gripped Britta’s soft, chubby sides and tried to pull her out of the slide that way. Instead of wiggling free, Britta remained trapped and giggling.

“I think she’s ticklish!” the redhead exclaimed, looking gleeful.

“No I’m not!” Britta protested, starting to panic. Of course the night had to get worse. Heedless of her denial, the redhead dug her fingers into Britta’s soft, squishy belly and began tickling it with a surprising fearceness. “Hehehey!” Britta exclaimed, trying to push the girl away.

“Look, she is ticklish!” the redhead said to the blond boy as she dodged Britta’s flailing arms. “Quick, grab her before she hits me.”

A moment later, Britta’s wrists were gathered up in the blond’s hands. Her position made it hard to struggle, and despite her resistance the boy succeeded in pulling her wrists back and binding them together with... a belt? Yes, and then he tied the belt to the pole opposite the slide, leaving Britta stretched out across the ground, hands bound on one end of the structure and butt still stuck in the slide a few feet away.

“Thihihis cahahan’t be hahahahappening!” Britta cried, more to herself than to the two brats who were now both tickling her defenseless belly. “Gehehet off of mehehehe!”

Lost in the chaos, she only recalled the third kid when the redhead leaned over to the blocked-up slide and shouted, “Hey, can you see her feet?”

Britta felt her stomach swoop as the brunet’s voice replied, “Yeah, she’s really stuck! I can see them though.”

“She’s ticklish!” the redhead shouted. “Get em!”

“Nohohoho!” Britta begged, wiggling her bare feet frantically before she felt the brunet, who’d climbed up inside the slide, begin to tickle under her toes and over her vulnerable soles. Britta howled with laughter, writhing around helplessly as the three preteens tickled her.

“This is great,” crowed the blond boy, digging his fingers deeer into her plush belly. “She’s so ticklish!”

“I know,” the redhead marveled, her small fingers scribbling mercilessly across Britta’s sensitive stomach.

Entirely by chance, one of her fingers slipped inside Britta’s navel and the young woman howled with laughter, shaking her head frantically. “NOHOHOHO!”

Britta saw the girl’s smirk widen as she exclaimed, “Hey, look at this!” Then she stuck her finger inside Britta’s deep innie belly button and wiggled it around.

“NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHA PLEEHEHEHEHEASE, NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Britta screamed, her belly shaking with laughter as she squirmed and laughed desperately. “NOHOHOT MY BEHEHELLY BUTTOHOHON, PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“I want to try!” the blond exclaimed, shoving the girl aside so he could stick a finger in Britta's navel and swirl it around. As the two kids fought over who could tickle her belly button, Britta began crying tears of laughter. The belly tickling and foot tickling, combined with the more relentless navel tickling - by far Britta’s most sensitive spot - was unbearable.

“Why are you wearing a shirt like that if your belly button’s so ticklish?” the redhead asked curiously, wriggling her finger in Britta’s navel. “That seems kinda dumb, unless you want it getting tickled.”

Britta’s only response was to shake her head, tears pouring down her cheeks as she said, “I DOHOHON’T! AHAHAHA, STOHOHOP TICKILING IHIHIHIT!”

“Well... only if you apologize,” the girl retorted.

“WHAHAHAT?” Britta laughed incredulously. “FOHOHOR WHAHAHAT?”

“We were just trying to help you get unstuck, and you were being rude,” the blond boy said indignantly. “This is the thanks we get?”

“Yeah, you should be grateful,” the redhead added.

“WHAHAHAT? NOHOHOHO!” Britta shouted through a bout of laughter. “I’M NOHOHOT GRAHAHATEFUL THAHAHAT YOU’RE TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHE!”

The kids shrugged. “Your loss,” the blond said, pushing aside the redhead to take his turn tickling Britta’s incredibly sensitive belly button.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound came from nearby. Britta turned her head to see the boy pull a phone out of his pocket, and look panicked after a glance at it. “It’s my mom, she’s comjng to look for us!” he said, jumping up. “We gotta go!”

“Just when it was getting fun,” the girl grumbled, poking Britta’s navel again before getting to her feet and rapping on the slide. “We’re leaving,” she called down to the brunet boy, who stopped tickling Britta’s feet and clambered out of the slide.

Britta watched as the blond untied her hands in order to retrieve his belt, then the three brats headed towards the playground exit. “W-Wait!” Britta calmed out, dubbing her wrists. She glanced at the slide; her hands might’ve been freed, but she was still stuck. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Sorry,” the brunet called as they walked away, “We gotta go!”

Britta sighed, going limp in the floor of the playground structure. Great. She placed a hand on her belly and massaged her poor belly button. “Well, I guess I’ve got the rest of the night to get free,” she muttered, before resuming her struggles.

Description
Britta stumbled on the sidewalk, managing to catch herself before falling and quietly cursing her high heels. The 22-year-old had gone out to the bar with her new coworkers, and after several drinks was drunk. Anyone who saw the tall, tanned, attractive young woman, dressed in a tight and revealing crop top and skinny jeans, along with her fancy heels, would know that she was intoxicated. Her long brunette hair cascaded freely down her back, occasionally swinging into her blue eyes as she stumbled along.

As Britta grew closer to her apartment complex, she passed a park that she was familiar with thanks to passing by it on her morning commute every day. As it was dark out, the only light coming from sporadic streetlamps, the park appeared deserted. However, Britta caught sight of the playground that sat in the middle of the small park.

In her state of inebriation, she decided to turn off-course and walk towards the playground. When she made it there, she kicked off her heels, abandoning them on the ground as she started to play. She climbed up as small ladder to the monkey bars, which she gripped onto and began swinging across.

It took longer than it likely would have, had Britta not been drunk. She began giggling as she swung across the bars. Her feet could nearly touch the ground, and her pudgy belly was bared as she held onto the bars above her. “This is fun,” she exclaimed to herself. “Why is this stuff just for kids, anyway?”

She made it to the end of the monkey bars and glanced up to see a huddle of shapes by the swing set that hadn’t been present before. In her drunken state, she shrugged it off and continued onward. She laughingly slid down a pole, climbed back across the monkey bars, and slid down one of the slides.

The problem occurred when she climbed to the top of the playground structure and prepared to go down a plastic enclosed slide. She sat down with her legs in the slide and prepared to go down... only to find herself stuck. Her butt was lodged in the slides entrance, leaving her lower body dangling inside the small slide and the rest of her, from the waist up, outside of it.

Britta flopped backwards onto the cold metal bottom of the playground structure with a sigh. “Guess this is why it’s only for kids,” she muttered to herself, feeling too overcome by her drunkenness to bother figuring out how to unstick herself just yet. She gazed at her chubby belly and said, “My fat ass wasn’t meant for this slide.”

Suddenly, she heard a clambering and slowly turned her head to the side to see a gaggle of teenagers climbing up the play structure, moving towards her. As she blinked through the darkness, she saw that there were three of them. Two boys, a blond and a brunet, and a redhead girl, all looking to be around 12 or 13 years old.

“Miss, are you alright?” the blond asked, smirking down at her. “You seem a bit... stuck.”

Britta held back a sigh. Preteens. There was a reason she was a graphic designer, and not a teacher. She’d had enough of annoying little brats during her high school babysitting years. “I’m fine,” she said, waving them off. She squirmed a bit, trying to wriggle back out of the slide, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere. She heard the kids snickering behind her, and she leaned back again to look at them. “Can I help you with something? It’s a bit late for you to be out now, isn’t it?”

The two boys shrugged and the redhead answered, “Well, we live nearby and we just wanted to see who was out here so late. You’re a bit old to be using this playground, aren’t you?” Britta felt a blush spread across her cheeks at the girl’s blunt observation.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Britta snapped back. Whereas she had been feeling a pleasant alcohol-induced buzz, it was slowly fading off into annoyance. “I’m an adult.”

“Yeah, one who’s stuck in a slide,” the brunet retorted. The other two giggled as though he’d made the wittiest comment. Britta rolled her eyes.

“Oh, go away,” she muttered, away that she was being immature but equally unwilling to deal with the shenanagins of a bunch of silly preteens.

“You sure you don’t want any help?” the blond asked, with laughter in his voice. “You might need it.”

Britta’s face burned. “Why not? Sure.” Then she could get off the ridiculous playground and go home, to her comfortable bed. The blond and the redhead dropped to the floor of the structure on either side of her, gripping her arms and tugging. Britta yelped in surprise, but didn’t budge.

“You probably wouldn’t have gotten stuck if your belly wasn’t so tubby,” the redhead commented, poking Britta’s belly which was fully exposed thanks to her crop top.

“My belly isn’t ‘tubby’,” Britta exclaimed, knowing full well that her belly was indeed pudgy and not at all flat. “You’re an awfully rude little girl.”

The redhead shrugged, looking unbothered. “Just saying.” Without warning, she gripped Britta’s soft, chubby sides and tried to pull her out of the slide that way. Instead of wiggling free, Britta remained trapped and giggling.

“I think she’s ticklish!” the redhead exclaimed, looking gleeful.

“No I’m not!” Britta protested, starting to panic. Of course the night had to get worse. Heedless of her denial, the redhead dug her fingers into Britta’s soft, squishy belly and began tickling it with a surprising fearceness. “Hehehey!” Britta exclaimed, trying to push the girl away.

“Look, she is ticklish!” the redhead said to the blond boy as she dodged Britta’s flailing arms. “Quick, grab her before she hits me.”

A moment later, Britta’s wrists were gathered up in the blond’s hands. Her position made it hard to struggle, and despite her resistance the boy succeeded in pulling her wrists back and binding them together with... a belt? Yes, and then he tied the belt to the pole opposite the slide, leaving Britta stretched out across the ground, hands bound on one end of the structure and butt still stuck in the slide a few feet away.

“Thihihis cahahan’t be hahahahappening!” Britta cried, more to herself than to the two brats who were now both tickling her defenseless belly. “Gehehet off of mehehehe!”

Lost in the chaos, she only recalled the third kid when the redhead leaned over to the blocked-up slide and shouted, “Hey, can you see her feet?”

Britta felt her stomach swoop as the brunet’s voice replied, “Yeah, she’s really stuck! I can see them though.”

“She’s ticklish!” the redhead shouted. “Get em!”

“Nohohoho!” Britta begged, wiggling her bare feet frantically before she felt the brunet, who’d climbed up inside the slide, begin to tickle under her toes and over her vulnerable soles. Britta howled with laughter, writhing around helplessly as the three preteens tickled her.

“This is great,” crowed the blond boy, digging his fingers deeer into her plush belly. “She’s so ticklish!”

“I know,” the redhead marveled, her small fingers scribbling mercilessly across Britta’s sensitive stomach.

Entirely by chance, one of her fingers slipped inside Britta’s navel and the young woman howled with laughter, shaking her head frantically. “NOHOHOHO!”

Britta saw the girl’s smirk widen as she exclaimed, “Hey, look at this!” Then she stuck her finger inside Britta’s deep innie belly button and wiggled it around.

“NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHA PLEEHEHEHEHEASE, NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Britta screamed, her belly shaking with laughter as she squirmed and laughed desperately. “NOHOHOT MY BEHEHELLY BUTTOHOHON, PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“I want to try!” the blond exclaimed, shoving the girl aside so he could stick a finger in Britta's navel and swirl it around. As the two kids fought over who could tickle her belly button, Britta began crying tears of laughter. The belly tickling and foot tickling, combined with the more relentless navel tickling - by far Britta’s most sensitive spot - was unbearable.

“Why are you wearing a shirt like that if your belly button’s so ticklish?” the redhead asked curiously, wriggling her finger in Britta’s navel. “That seems kinda dumb, unless you want it getting tickled.”

Britta’s only response was to shake her head, tears pouring down her cheeks as she said, “I DOHOHON’T! AHAHAHA, STOHOHOP TICKILING IHIHIHIT!”

“Well... only if you apologize,” the girl retorted.

“WHAHAHAT?” Britta laughed incredulously. “FOHOHOR WHAHAHAT?”

“We were just trying to help you get unstuck, and you were being rude,” the blond boy said indignantly. “This is the thanks we get?”

“Yeah, you should be grateful,” the redhead added.

“WHAHAHAT? NOHOHOHO!” Britta shouted through a bout of laughter. “I’M NOHOHOT GRAHAHATEFUL THAHAHAT YOU’RE TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHE!”

The kids shrugged. “Your loss,” the blond said, pushing aside the redhead to take his turn tickling Britta’s incredibly sensitive belly button.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound came from nearby. Britta turned her head to see the boy pull a phone out of his pocket, and look panicked after a glance at it. “It’s my mom, she’s comjng to look for us!” he said, jumping up. “We gotta go!”

“Just when it was getting fun,” the girl grumbled, poking Britta’s navel again before getting to her feet and rapping on the slide. “We’re leaving,” she called down to the brunet boy, who stopped tickling Britta’s feet and clambered out of the slide.

Britta watched as the blond untied her hands in order to retrieve his belt, then the three brats headed towards the playground exit. “W-Wait!” Britta calmed out, dubbing her wrists. She glanced at the slide; her hands might’ve been freed, but she was still stuck. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Sorry,” the brunet called as they walked away, “We gotta go!”

Britta sighed, going limp in the floor of the playground structure. Great. She placed a hand on her belly and massaged her poor belly button. “Well, I guess I’ve got the rest of the night to get free,” she muttered, before resuming her struggles.