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Hope you all enjoy this story, and I also hope you all enjoy the art piece! Recently been getting back into art and now im gonna start uploading my fetish art! I hope you all like my pieces! Have a good day/night and more posts to come ^^

-Nagatoros ticklish beach day-

Nagatoro was having a wonderful time at the beach. She had gone alone, seeking some solitude and time to reflect. She walked along the shoreline, watching the waves crash and listening to the seagulls squawk.

As she walked, Nagatoro noticed a small sandpit. She stepped into it, thinking it would be a fun challenge to get out. But as she tried to lift her foot, she realized that she was stuck.

Nagatoro tried to wiggle her foot out of the sandpit, but the more she struggled, the deeper she sank. She soon found herself completely buried in the sand, with nothing but her head, and her soft soles exposed

At first, Nagatoro thought it was funny. She laughed and joked with herself, imagining the hilarious scene of her stuck in the sand. But as time went on, her situation became more and more uncomfortable.

The sand pressed against her, making it difficult to breathe. She felt the grains grinding against her skin, and her eyes watered from the grit. Nagatoro started to feel claustrophobic and panicked.

Then, she felt something brush against her foot. Nagatoro looked down and saw octopus tentacles tickling her toes. She tried to move her foot, but the sand held her in place.

The octopus continued to tickle her foot, and Nagatoro soon found herself squirming and giggling uncontrollably. She tried to hold back her laughter, knowing that it would only encourage the creature, but she couldn't help it. The tickling sensation was too much.

As the hours passed, Nagatoro's situation grew more desperate. She was still stuck in the sandpit, and the octopus was still tickling her feet. She had no water, no food, and no way to escape.

She tried to yell for help, but her voice was hoarse from laughing and crying. She hoped that someone would hear her and come to her aid, but the beach was empty.

Nagatoro's laughter turned to tears as she realized that she might never be found. She tried to calm herself, to think of a way out, but her mind was muddled from the lack of oxygen and the tickling.

Eventually, Nagatoro's body grew weak from the strain. Her laughter and crying stopped, and she slumped forward, unconscious.

The octopus continued to tickle her feet, oblivious to Nagatoro's condition. It was only when the tide came in that the creature was forced to retreat.

Later, Nagatoro had awoken, dazed and confused. She was lying on the beach unburied, and alone. The sun was setting by now, so she knew she had been in her awful ticklish situation for some time. She decided to head home and rest, her feet were sore from all the tickling.

Nagatoro rested her head on her pillow, exhaled calmly, and fell asleep… With her feet covered of course~

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Hope you all enjoy this story, and I also hope you all enjoy the art piece! Recently been getting back into art and now im gonna start uploading my fetish art! I hope you all like my pieces! Have a good day/night and more posts to come ^^

-Nagatoros ticklish beach day-

Nagatoro was having a wonderful time at the beach. She had gone alone, seeking some solitude and time to reflect. She walked along the shoreline, watching the waves crash and listening to the seagulls squawk.

As she walked, Nagatoro noticed a small sandpit. She stepped into it, thinking it would be a fun challenge to get out. But as she tried to lift her foot, she realized that she was stuck.

Nagatoro tried to wiggle her foot out of the sandpit, but the more she struggled, the deeper she sank. She soon found herself completely buried in the sand, with nothing but her head, and her soft soles exposed

At first, Nagatoro thought it was funny. She laughed and joked with herself, imagining the hilarious scene of her stuck in the sand. But as time went on, her situation became more and more uncomfortable.

The sand pressed against her, making it difficult to breathe. She felt the grains grinding against her skin, and her eyes watered from the grit. Nagatoro started to feel claustrophobic and panicked.

Then, she felt something brush against her foot. Nagatoro looked down and saw octopus tentacles tickling her toes. She tried to move her foot, but the sand held her in place.

The octopus continued to tickle her foot, and Nagatoro soon found herself squirming and giggling uncontrollably. She tried to hold back her laughter, knowing that it would only encourage the creature, but she couldn't help it. The tickling sensation was too much.

As the hours passed, Nagatoro's situation grew more desperate. She was still stuck in the sandpit, and the octopus was still tickling her feet. She had no water, no food, and no way to escape.

She tried to yell for help, but her voice was hoarse from laughing and crying. She hoped that someone would hear her and come to her aid, but the beach was empty.

Nagatoro's laughter turned to tears as she realized that she might never be found. She tried to calm herself, to think of a way out, but her mind was muddled from the lack of oxygen and the tickling.

Eventually, Nagatoro's body grew weak from the strain. Her laughter and crying stopped, and she slumped forward, unconscious.

The octopus continued to tickle her feet, oblivious to Nagatoro's condition. It was only when the tide came in that the creature was forced to retreat.

Later, Nagatoro had awoken, dazed and confused. She was lying on the beach unburied, and alone. The sun was setting by now, so she knew she had been in her awful ticklish situation for some time. She decided to head home and rest, her feet were sore from all the tickling.

Nagatoro rested her head on her pillow, exhaled calmly, and fell asleep… With her feet covered of course~