The crowd was cheering at Madame Illusia's last words. However, she had something in store before spinning the wheel another time. Both would torture the arrogant selfish boy that Tyler was, anyway. He deserved as much.
"But before, let's..."
The audience waited with bated breath, impatient about hearing what further torture Madame Illusia had in ind for this young prick. Tyler, for one, waited too but with a lot more apprehension and fright. Whatever it was, it was not good for him. It could not be good. What would he have to endure? What could be worse? He was terrified to find out. He mouthed his great anguish at the prospect and shook his head frantically. Naturally, it did not stop Madame Illusia at all.
"... see if he is ticklish!" she exclaimed.
The crowd went wild, clapping and jeering. They even yelled and chanted enthusiastically yes. Tyler just wanted to scream and cry. Madame Illusion said a few words of magic and four giant white fluffy feathers appeared out of thin air. They wasted no time approaching Tyler's mammoth feet and proceeded touching him, then gliding along his soles. Tyler had no resistance whatsoever and shouted out his laughter. Madame Illusia made four giant gloves appear too and their fingers poked and prodded their new playground. The feathers brushed the giant feet just as playfully. As the minutes dragged and Tyler laughed uncontrollably, the eight magic objects gathered confidence and explored the entire surface of the feet to exploit all and any weak points they might find. And there were many, as Tyler realized. He was shaken with spasm. He could not even scream his rage or insults. He could only laugh in glee helplessly. The gloves' fingers forced him to spread his toes and become the object of the feathers' attention. The feathers went in between his toes and twirled on the balls of his feet. The public enjoyed the poor boy's predicament immensely as he was writhing on the ground on his back like a sad hapless turned-over insect. Madame Illusia was also taunting him mercilessly, as mercilessly as her conjured objects tickled their prey.
"I think Tyler's weak spot are his toes! How cute! Don't forget to also poke his soles! He looks like such a happy gurgling baby like that!" she said loudly to the joy of her audience.
Tyler could feel the arches of his feet being assaulted with delicate touches at Madame Illusia's words. And she was not done.
"Coochie coochie coo!" she taunted. "Let's see if our big baby boy loves getting his belly tickled too!"
The crowd clapped and Tyler felt the giant gloves poking with absolute glee his tummy, then poking under his armpits. He was too breathless and exhausted to put up any sort of resistance. He just let himself go, enduring the jeers, taunts and tickle torture with complete abandon, just waiting for it to be over. He had tears in his eyes and he was shaken with spasms for what seemed like forever. He was so shaken by spasms of laughter that even his bladder had given up and he had drenched his own groin and butt with urine, the yellow puddle of pee being there for all to see. Madame Illusia jumped at this further chance at humiliating Tyler. This little arrogant kid really left her a highway of entertaining ideas! So she wasted no time. The instruments of Tyler's torture vanished and only his giggles remained.
"Time to spin the wheel again! But as we seem to have a little baby here, let us change said wheel!"
With a snap of her fingers, the wheel changed to different baby animal shapes, plus a baby girl and a baby girl, differentiated by a bow for the girl. She spun the wheel as the audience waited again, happy at seeing what would happen next to the jerk on the ground. Tyler would have been joyful at the prospect of losing his two awful giant feet but being changed into a baby did not seem like a much better fate. His eyes thus stared at the wheel, following the unfortunate fate that was sure to befall him.