Super Ticklish Part 3
By: D.T.

Johnson stares at Val for a few seconds to insure that she is actually asleep. He then open-handedly slaps 
her very lightly in the face to see her reaction. Nothing happens. He is satisfied and walks over to his desk 
and boots up his computer. Val's eyes suddenly begin to flutter as she awakens. She is very groggy and 
struggles to keep her eyes open. She looks over to Johnson and mutters incoherently. Johnson swivels his 
chair around in surprise to see her lips moving under the clear gas mask. "What's that? I can’t understand 
you", he asks. Val elects not to repeat her utterance and drifts back to sleep. She comes in and out of 
consciousness several times over the next couple of hours. Johnson is too involved with his work on the 
computer to notice and eventually become accustomed to the interruptions and ignores them. That 
however, was a big mistake. The tank of sleeping gas was only one third full compared to the fully charged 
oxygen tank. The last time Valentina awoke, her thinking was not impaired by the drowsiness and she 
realized that she was no longer being fed the full anesthetic mixture, only the oxygen. She closed her eyes to 
give the illusion of sleep while the knockout gas was being flushed from her system. Those couple of hours 
of sleep allowed her super strength to return. When Val figured she was free from the drug's affect, she 
quickly broke her nylon bonds. Johnson turned around just in time to receive a blow to his head from Val 
that knocked him out cold. She then proceeds to tie him to the same chair she had just been held captive in. 
She then ran out of the lab way she had entered, her immense mammaries bouncing with every stride. Val 
grabs her boots and quickly covers her feet again with them. She notices that there were no people there to 
impede her escape and all of the vans in the parking garage were missing. Valentina eventually reached the 
outside to see the light of the morning sun. Unfortunately, she didn't see the three blimps that she had 
previously seen late last night. She spun around to look in the general direction of Metro City. Three tiny 
dots could be seen slowly moving toward the metropolis. Valentina realized that a sizable portion of the 
city's 900,000 citizens would be in the downtown area at this time of day going work and their daily morning 
routines. Although she wasn't wearing a watch, the position of the sun indicated to her a time of around 8:00 
AM. She quickly levitated into the air and chased after the dirigibles. If that laughing gas affects large 
numbers of people the way it had her, there was going to be a huge mess to deal with.
       Imani stands behind Victoria and Siccola as they man the flight controls of the number one blimp. 
Numbers two and three fly parallel to it on either side at distances of half a mile each and at an altitude of 
3,500 feat to achieve the maximum effect of the gas. All three airships have been painted to resemble 
advertisements for Firestone tires, something a little less benign than their actual intent. Imani speaks into 
her walkie-talkie, "we're reaching the central business district, numbers two and three, begin releasing the 
payload." Imani walks towards the rear of the blimp. There are two huge tanks about the size of city buses 
on the port and starboard sides of the ship. Imani gathers all of her strength to turn a huge valve on the first 
tank. Then she releases the contents of the second tank. Immediately, waves of pink mist spray from vents 
on the sides of all three airships. The gas slowly makes its way onto the streets and the waves of people 
shopping and going to work. 
         Lewis and Taylor, a male and a female police officer respectively, sit in their Metro City police cruiser 
stuck in morning traffic. Hey Taylor, look at those people over there. What are they so happy about" Lewis 
points out with his hand to people at an upcoming crosswalk who are laughing incessantly. "I dunno, 
maybe they're laughing at a street performer or a wino or something I can't really see from the driver's side. 
We'll see it when we pull up to the intersection. If this traffic ever hurries the hell up", Taylor replies 
nonchalantly. The light finally turns green and traffic slowly proceeds. A car suddenly runs the red light and 
strikes another car with the right of way. "Uh oh, trouble Lewis. Hit the siren." Taylor orders. Lewis flips a 
switch and the police cruiser wails and flashes its lights for a few seconds. The police car enters an open 
lane and drives several yards into the intersection. Several people stumble into the intersection to witness 
the drama. A chorus of chuckles and belly laughs commences. 
"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH  HEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA." All of them are laughing 
hysterically at the officers and are pointing at the wrecked cars. The cops quickly exit their car. Lewis 
attends to the driver at fault and Taylor sees to the victim. Lewis approaches a middle-aged woman in a late 
model Buick. "Ma'am, are you all right", he inquires. "HAHAHAHAH I I've never felt HAHAHAHHAHA 
better in my HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHA life", the woman barely managed to say. Lewis then looked 
around at the crowd of people and the intersection in general. Something wasn't right. There suddenly 
seemed to be an epidemic of minor fender benders and people laughing all within his field of view. He 
actually began to hear a chorus of laughter begin. It became louder and louder every second. He looked 
down all four streets forming that major intersection. People of all walks of life, business people, young 
slackers, housewives, senior citizens, mailmen, were all in on some really hilarious joke that he and his 
partner haven't gotten. At least not yet. He looked towards Taylor. His young, beautiful partner is sitting on 
the roof of the struck car laughing uncontrollably. He runs over to her and says, "what's wrong? You're not 
about to start too are you?" "I HAHAHAHHAHAHA don't HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA know what's wrong 
HAHAHHAHHAHAHA with me! I can't stop HAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAH laughing. 
Everything is HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH soooo HAHAHHAHA funny to me 
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA" Taylor says as she hops off of the roof and wraps her arms around her partner's 
back so she can keep her balance. A smile suddenly erupts on Lewis' face. He begins to giggle, 
"hehehehehehehehehe I see hehehehehehe what you mean hehehehe. What's hehehehhehehehe ha haha 
happening to us hehehehehehe?" The man in the struck car gets out and falls to the ground holding his 
stomach and laughing cheerfully. The gas is affecting not everyone however. There are several strategically 
placed vans parked on the side streets of downtown Metro City. Men and women dressed in black 
jumpsuits and wearing protective gas masks suddenly pour out of the vans. They quickly enter the various 
banks and armored cars that are in close proximity. Some even manage to swipe jewelry off of various 
people's person. They will meet little resistance. The gas is building up in concentration and is entering 
buildings through the HVAC systems. The city streets become shrouded with a thin, pink, low-lying fog 
that turns anyone breathing it into a helplessly giggling mess. 
     Valentina is approaching the number one blimp. But just as she comes with 2,000 feet of it she stops in 
mid air and floats. The gas is already being released. Should she stop it at the source or take care of the 
problems down below? She quickly decides when she hears the distinctive honk of a city bus. She looks 
below her and sees a public bus going out of control. Val has to save lives first so she forgets the blimps for 
now and makes a beeline to the bus. The vehicle is traveling at 40 mph in an area of the street that is only 
sparsely occupied by cars. But it will soon reach the major intersection of the previous accident and will no 
doubt kill several victims too drugged to know what hit them. The bus driver is drunk from the laughing gas 
but manages to see the cars at the intersection and suddenly swerves right to avoid them. But now he is 
heading for a crowd of stoned people who point and laugh at the bus that is about to kill them. The bus will 
squash most of them into the building they're in front of. Val flies to the front of the bus, brings herself 
upright and plants the heels of her boots into the asphalt to make the bus brake. Her face grimaces as she 
struggles with all of her might to stop the 30-ton behemoth. Screeeeeeeeeecccccchhhhhhh!!! She stops the 
bus just five feet shy of the onlookers. Her boot heels are smoking from the friction. The men in the crowd 
are making catcalls and lewd comments about various parts of Valentina's anatomy in between laughs. She 
is visibly annoyed but ignores them, walks over the door of the bus and forces it open. She climbs up the 
steps. "Is anyone hurt", she asks the passengers. "HAHAHAHAHAHAH HEHEEHHEHHEHEHE 
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA", is the only response she gets from the riders. "Never mind", she growls 
in disgust. Val suddenly becomes light headed. The laughter of the passengers is becoming contagious. A 
slight smile cracks her frown. "I've…got…to maintain… my composure", the superheroine utters to herself 
as she tries to contain her chuckles. Being gassed alone was one thing but to experience nitrous oxide 
intoxication with others produces a more powerful effect. "I've…got …to…get out of…here", she utters 
again in her Shatnerian style. Val slowly stumbles backwards down the steps trying to maintain her balance. 
She misses the last step and falls on her cushy, brown ass. 
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." The crowd's level of laughter increases. Valentina can 
no longer contain her urges. She throws her beautiful head back and lets out a hearty belly laugh. Her 
breasts begin to jiggle and her abdomen spasms. 
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She is now one of several hundred people being affected by the pink gas 
cloud. Val looks up in the air and sees the number one zeppelin pass directly overhead. However, there's 
nothing she can do in her state. It was necessary for her to surrender her sobriety so that the people on the 
bus and the street could be saved. Not that is matters though, the gas is quickly making her lose any 
remaining sense or responsibility she had as her mind becomes a haze and everything around her becomes 
an extremely hilarious joke.  
TO BE CONTINUED