Scenario: Description: After being in a mood for days Varras looks to the internet for help. Little did he know his purchase would lead to such a ticklish situation!WARNING: this is a tickle fic! If you don't like that please scroll past!! Just a few nights prior, he had been in what you would call...a ‘unique’ mood. Not an uncommon mood for him, but one he couldn't easily manage. At least, not on his own. But how could he ask someone for help with this? No no, that was far too embarrassing. He took to the internet out of desperation. Surely something could help him! And to his surprise, he managed to find the help he’d needed; a forum filled with others like him who had found a solution. He clicked on a provided link, adding the item to his bag and quickly purchasing it.Varras awoke to the sound of his doorbell. He slowly sat up and rubbed the remaining fatigue from his eyes. He searched his mind for who could possibly want to see him at such an ungodly hour...until realization hit him.It seemed it had finally arrived! Varras shot out of bed, quickly throwing on his normal attire (which is what ? and is he wearing long socks if so what color) and rushing to the door. He stood there for a moment, making sure both the delivery person and any potential witnesses were gone. And after the all clear, he slowly opened the door and looked down at his doorstep... there sat an inconspicuous brown cardboard box. He grabbed the box and slammed the door behind him. He slowly made his way over to the dining room table and set the box down. With a shaky breath he cut the tape and opened the box.A belt. A strange looking belt. The strap was thick, bulky and a deep blue color. The buckle was large and made of gold. Right in the middle was a keyhole. Seeing this, he scanned the box and sure enough he found a key right next to a remote. He took the key out and, without paying much attention, tossed it beside the box. Next he removed the belt and examined it. Now that he was holding it in his hands, it dawned on him what he was doing. His face began to heat up as he stared at the device. "You wanted this. Come on, just do it..." he thought as he slowly wrapped the belt around his stomach, the buckle resting right on his navel. He grabbed the remote and hurriedly made his way to his room, a sudden twinge of excitement in his chest.He stood next to his bed as he stared down at the remote. "Come on Varras. Come on. You've been waiting so long for this. Press. The. Button." A wave of excitement and anxiety hit him. He slowly worked up the courage, and pressed the button. And with that...The belt flared to life."AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!" He jolted as the belt vigorously vibrated, small nubs massaging his sides, belly and navel. He felt long thin tendrils somehow slither into his shirt and slide all over his abdomen. And holy hell, did it tickle. The sudden tickling caused him to drop the remote to the hard ground, his laughter drowning out the loud 𝘾 𝙍 𝘼 𝘾 𝙆. Losing the strength in his legs, Varras fell back onto his bed, the belt still continuing its merciless attack. "AH! GNNGH-NAAAAHAHAHAHAAA! AHH HAHAHA O-OHOHOHO SHIIIHIHIHIIIT!!" The tickling was so intense, so unbelievably unbearable...and Varras loved it. Oh god, did he love it! He'd been craving this for so long...and now he’d finally gotten it?  He was in heaven.He lay on his bed, squirming around and frantically thrashing his arms above his head as the tickling continued. He felt the belt’s small nubs begin to quicken as they massaged into his belly, causing him to buck and screech. "OHOHOHOO MY GAAHAHAHAHAHAAAD OHOHOO SHIHIHIT IT TICKLES!! GEEEEEEHEHEHAHAHAHA IT TIHIHIHIHIICKLESSS!!" He pressed his palms into his eyes and kicked his legs. Almost 10 minutes had passed, but Varras was nowhere near ready to call it quits. He rolled onto his side as he felt the tendrils crawling ticklishly upward. He squeaked and squirmed around as they slowly traveled up and down, occasionally scribbling near his sensitive ribs. "NNNGH! NOOHOHOHOOO! NO, NOHO, NOT THAAAHAHAHHAT! EEP! EEEEHEHEHAHAHAHAAA! DOOHOHOHOHOON'T!" He pleaded ...uselessly to the belt as if it could understand him. Now 20 minutes had passed and he was beginning to run out of breath. But still, he didn’t want it to stop. He let the belt go for another 10 minutes before he decided he needed a break. Fighting against his screaming nerves, he slowly sat up, reached down, and grabbed the remote. But when he pressed the button,the belt didn't stop. "W-WHAHAHAT!?! N-NO NOHOHO, STOHOHOP!!" He pressed the button again, and again, and once more. But nothing. The belt refused to let up and the tickling was becoming way too much to handle. He tries to take off the belt but it refuses to budge. "AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! G-GEHEHEHET OFF GET AAHAHAHAHAHAAFF!! PLEEHEHEHEHEE HE HE HEASE!! T-THE KEY!! WHERE'S THE THAHAHAHAHAAA THE KEEEHEHEHEHEEE!?!?!!!" On shaky legs, he searched his room desperately to find the key-with no luck. Then, he heard the belt ding. "Time has reached 45 minutes. Tickle intensity increasing to max." And with that, he doubled over as the sensations got worse. This was the most intense tickling he'd ever felt in his life. The nubs were now moving faster than ever, the tendrils sprouting rotating brushes and small metal hands as they squeezed and spun around his sides and belly. Some scratched at his ribs and hips. A spinner decorated with feathers snuck its way into his belly button..and the vibrations cranked up to max. "AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!” Varras snorted. “AAAAHAHAHAHAA! NAAHAHAHAHAA, GAAAHAHAHA! NAAAHAHAHA, STAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAP PLEHEEHEHEHAHAHAHAHASE!! T-TOOHOHOHAHAHAHA MUAHAHAHAHAHAHACH!!! I-I CAAAAHHAHAHAHAAAN'T" Varras fell to the floor, losing all the remaining strength in his legs. He was sure he was doomed. Cursed by this desire to be wrecked. He got his wish; he'd been destroyed by a simple belt! But something in him kept him going. Despite his foggy brain, by some blessing, he remembered where he left the key. Well, at least that he left in the kitchen. He began to crawl out of his room, fighting against his screaming nerves as he approached the kitchen table. There it was. On the floor, glittering alluringly, was the key. The belt once again intensified the sensations, though, forcing him to stop. A screech fell past his lips. "AAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA! NAAHAHAHAHA, I-I’M SOHOHAHAHAHA CLOOOHOHOHOHOOSE!! J-JUST GAAAHAHA HAAHAHAVE TO REEEHEHEHEHEACH-" With one last stretch, his fingers closed over the cool metal. With the last of his energy, he thrust the key into the lock and threw the belt off, collapsing onto the floor. Varras touched his hand to his belly as he lay on his back. "Guh huh hehe heheheee... ihihihiit still t-tihihickles.... neehehehehee!" He continues to rub the residual tingly tickles from his tummy as he lay, still giggling, on the floor. After a few minutes they finally subsided, allowing him to sit up and cautiously grab the belt.. He looked at it, feeling his face flushing. He couldn’t lie to himself. Despite the torturous tickling at the end, he’d had much fun. He really did love this belt! He returned to his room to collect the remote, noticing the large crack on the side. "Must have broken it..." Varras sighed. "Hopefully I can get this fixed and he wears thick thigh-high socks