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Patton fell back against the bed, wheezing through his wide-mouthed smile. His eyes were screwed shut, partly on instinct, but mostly because he could not handle the toothy grins his tormentors were no doubt giving him right now.
“Come on, Pattycakes! You said you wanted to help us experiment with some new ideas, right?”
He whined through his giggles at Roman’s teasy voice. “I knohohow, but it tickles so bahahad!”
Remus laughed in delight. “That just means you’re all warmed up for this next part! We have so much to show you!”
Patton cracked open one eye, taking in the excited pride on the twins’ faces.
“Well, alright then,” he replied, his smile softening. “What’s next, boys?”
Roman and Remus shared a look before Remus leaned off the bed, grabbing a small box and placing it on the mattress between them.
“We’ve come up with some great new inventions,” he said, opening the box and shuffling through its contents. “I wonder what we should start with?”
Roman leaned over, peering down until he pointed at something Patton couldn’t see. “How about that one?”
Remus pulled out a strange looking device: it was sort of like a pinwheel toy, but its edges were lined with- Patton gulped- very fluffy looking feathers.
“Oh, this is a good one!” Remus smirked, glancing up at Patton. “We had to test them on each other, and let me tell you-”
Roman shoved his brother, blushing. “Shut up!”
Remus giggled before continuing, “- all I’m saying is, Roman’s lucky his feet aren’t more ticklish. But for right now-”
He held the device right under Patton’s toes, making sure his grip on Patton’s ankle was secure before flicking the ‘on’ switch.
Patton gasped, dissolving into frantic giggles as the pinwheel began to spin, at first slowly brushing the line of feathers along the pads of his toes, but quickly speeding up to tickle him unrelentingly. He writhed around, trying to pull his foot out of Remus’ grasp to no avail.
This torture only continued for a couple minutes before Remus switched it off, sliding the box over to his brother. “How about you try… that one?”
Roman grinned, picking up what looked like a miniature version of a power drill, but on the end was a little nub that Patton couldn’t identify.
“It’s a cotton swab,” Roman said proudly, and Patton’s face flushed. “Pretty simple design, but pretty devastating results.”
He moved upwards to Patton’s torso, teasingly holding the end of the decive right over Patton’s belly button. Patton sucked his tummy in, especially when Roman hit a switch that made the drill come to life, the cotton swab spinning ruthlessly fast.
“I think I spy some lint in there, Pattycakes!” he cooed. “Here, let me get that for you-”
“No no nohoho!” Patton squealed, but it was too late: Roman plunged the tool into his navel, causing Patton to buck wildly in an attempt to dislodge it. It was maddening, feeling the vibrations from the drill directed straight into his belly button, while the spinning cotton swab circled around the walls of his navel over and over and over again.
Roman kept at it for several minutes, continuing to coo about how he was “trying to keep your belly button clean, Patton, but there’s just too much lint in there!” Finally he clicked it off, pulling it away and letting Patton catch his breath.
“I think there’s one more thing we should try,” he said, digging through the box with one hand while Remus looked on. Apparently he found it, because both boys broke into wide smiles at the sight.
“Patton,” Remus said, “say hello to the ScrubBot 5000!”
He pulled out what looked like an ordinary dish brush- it was in the shape of a dome, with firm bristles sticking out of the bottom. Roman placed it lightly in the center of Patton’s belly; Patton knew that it would feel terribly tickly, but he didn’t see how it was something special that Remus and Roman created.
Roman leaned back and nodded at Remus, who grinned and snapped his fingers. And the brush came to life.
The bristles began to spin, making Patton burst into peals of laughter with no buildup. He threw his torso back and forth, but the brush stayed firmly on his skin, the bristles pressed right against his sensitive flesh.
Patton screamed with laughter. He didn’t think it could get any worse than this. Until Roman snapped his fingers, and the scrub brush started moving.
Like a Roomba, it slowly traveled across Patton’s skin, all while its bristles continued to spin and vibrate. Patton shrieked, especially when it reached the dip of his waistline, buzzing horrifically for several seconds before it began traveling in a different direction. Nowhere was safe; Patton could do nothing but laugh and beg as it slowly tickled every inch of his sensitive torso.
Roman and Remus settled back to watch their work in satisfaction. After all, Patton was their favorite guinea pig for a reason.