She strengthens the vines so tight that not even the strongest floatzel or buizel could ever escape. You stop wiggling, knowing there is no chance of freedom. Two more vines pop out from on the Venasaur's back and slowly move towards your orange feet. You still don't move except for your eyes, too physically exhausted to do anything else. You begin to whimper as they move ever closer. "Now now, don't cry! This game'll be fun!" You want to growl at her, but again, you are too weak from the blow to your head you took. As soon as they reach your feet, they begin to work on the dead center. Still trapped, you giggle as they tickle your feet, up and down, up and down. It wasn't the vines themselves that tickled so much, it was the fact that there was tickly hair on the vines. She began to move them onto your toes, ever so slightly increasing your laughter all the while keeping an incredibly powerful grip on your wrists and ankles. As you find the strength to squirm around again, the giant seed pokemon releases another vine from her back, wrapping around your incredibly ticklish belly. Your laughter increases as the vine around your belly swttles into lace. " that's enough tickling your footsies, know onto somewhere else..."
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