Uncontrollable Laughter Novels & Stories

, the guy sharply interrupted me, probably in order not for me to "steal his show" I spent the next moment trying to suppress the laughter boiling within but as the tomgirl guy who could no longer hold it let it all out, the pretty girl and I followed suit. I gave up on trying to act cool, like nothing happened. That kind of laughter is the type called "contagious laughter", you don't have to know what the cause is, you just get infected and join in too. This was seen as the first guy, that was previously green with envy joined in, in laughing too, obviously not knowing why we laughed.

Suddenly, I hear a quiet laugh. “Holy shit! You’re forcing me back into my teenage masturbating years! You have no idea how long it’s been since I last jerked off!” “Well then… you are welcome,” I snort, hearing him burst into loud, rolling laughter. Damn, his laugh is ridiculously contagious! Turns out he has that type of laugh that makes everyone want to laugh along.

But when there was no sign of changing shapeform or something as dramatic as that, I finally realized what I'd done. I tried to control it. I really did. But in the end, the universe hates me. So I doubled over in laughter. It was the kind of laughter that you really want to stop but all your attempts to stop it only makes you laugh harder. Adrian was still looking at me like he was contemplating if he was safe to be around me or he should call the asylum immediately. But I couldn't care less. How I went from wanting to cry over some annoying handsome devil to pulling the said devil's ear and laughing like a maniac, I had no idea. Maybe I was going insane, after all.

"If you didn't want any, you could have just said no. There's no need to get so dramatic." Before I knew it, I was gasping for air as I clutched my stomach, laughing so hard that no sound came out of me for a few moments. I could barely hear anything as the laughter escaped from me, and the pain in my sides became unbearable. "Stop it," Sol said as he poked my arm. "Stop it, you're hurting my feelings!" I waved my hand in front of me to get him to stop talking. Everything he said only heightened the hilarity of the situation, and I couldn't control my breathing.

But when there was no sign of changing shapeform or something as dramatic as that, I finally realised what I'd done. I tried to control it. I really did. But in the end, the universe hates me. So I doubled over in laughter. It was the kind of laughter that you really want to stop but all your attempts to stop it only makes you laugh harder. Adrian was still looking at me like he was contemplating if he was safe to be around me or he should call the asylum immediately. But I couldn't care less. How I went from wanting to cry over some annoying handsome devil to pulling the said devil's ear and laughing like a maniac, I had no idea. Maybe I was going insane, after all.

His face twists in surprise. I laugh loudly, unapologetically. The sound echoing off the walls of the room. It's the type of laugh where your stomach muscles hurt, your eyes water and you don't even know if you're crying or laughing anymore. "Excuse me..." I wipe the corners of my eyes, drying off the tears of laughter. "I thought I heard you say..." Another burst of laughter breaks free. Unrestrained. I slap my knee through the fabric of my dress as I laugh harder.

A necessary deception. We continued our absurd duet of fake moans, the sounds mingling with the soft lap of water. The moment we confirmed our audience had left, we broke. The tension snapped, and laughter—real, breathless, incredulous laughter—exploded from us both. She gasped, clutching the tub, her eyes sparkling with mirth. I laughed with her, the sound rolling from my chest, but my eyes were tracing the curve of her smile, the way her breasts rose and fell with each giggle Fuck! I immediately went hard… sorry I just couldn’t help it, but thank goddess I had self control and my wolf had cooperated as expected.

I might have believed him if I had not experienced his betrayal before. I said in contempt, “You want to marry me? Do I look like some kind of cheap woman? You think I’ll give you 30 million and then marry you?” Jason tried to say something, but I ruthlessly cut him off. “International video calls are expensive. I’d rather not spend a single cent on you. Goodbye.” I paused briefly, then added casually, “By the way, Jason, I’ve suddenly realized that you seem very devious. You don’t deserve me at all. We’re over!”

And she knew I was still a virgin not until I got pregnant. "What are you talking about?" I innocently asked. "It's Engr. Primotivo Alarcon, the man in the video, together with you. He has a sexy back, Avi! But then they censored his ass. Why is that! It’s so unfair!" She commented jokingly and that's when I noticed that she was watching my sex video right now. So I quickly snatched the cellphone she was holding. And I started crying again... "Stop watching it, Hope! You can even see my boobs... It's so embarrassing! I feel ashamed of it." I blurted out to her.

"Don't you ever say that. Don't even joke about it. We're nothing like her, Heather. Nothing." We both laughed then… a loud, slightly unhinged sound that filled the empty spaces of my office and probably echoed down the hallway outside. It was the kind of laughter that only comes from people who have survived the absolute worst together and have nothing left to do but find the horror funny. The kind that borders on hysteria, that releases years of pent-up frustration in a single, cathartic moment. The kind that makes your ribs ache and your eyes water, not entirely from amusement.