In bed with the Sleepy Lamb

Some time later, you wake up startled and disoriented, feeling yourself enveloped in a soft, heavy, overwhelming pressure that nearly suffocates you. You might say that you just woke up in a cold sweat, except there’s no part of you that feels cold right now. Rather, you feel warm, too warm. You try to get up, move, and look around, but–whatever this smooth, stuffy, stifling weight enveloping you is–it’s impeding your movements and blocking your vision. It’s like you’re trapped in some sort of soft hotbox.

Just where are you? What the hell happened? And how long have you been out!?

**** for answers and beginning to panic, you start using all the strength you can muster to squirm loose and free yourself from whatever’s restricting you. You don't seem to make much progress, though. Whatever’s got you, it’s strong, heavy, and got you wrapped up tight. Despite it all, you keep going, refusing to give up without a fight. You dont have time to waste. You could start shrinking at any moment, and you’ve got a championship to win before that happens!

Suddenly you feel the soft walls that have been squeezing you start to move, as if responding to your vigorous squirming. (YAAAAAAAWN) “Let the munchkins eat apple sauce, Mr Mayor, zzzzzz…” You jolt to a stop upon hearing a familiar yawning and an equally familiar voice cutely mumbling in her sleep. That’s right, Sharren! Your memories of the past day all come flooding back to you at once: Joining the DWA to pursue your passion, Touko’s ridiculous shrink serum, and your humiliating debut match against the Sleepy Lamb. It all wasn't just a dream-turned-nightmare that (somehow!?) turned into a wet dream as well. It all actually happened. Last you remember, you fell asleep in Sharren’s clutches as she defeated you, and it looks like she never let you go.

Deciding it best to sneak away before Sharren wakes up, you try squirming loose again. This time–and with a fleshy, sweaty POP–you manage to get your head free, poking it up through the top of Sharren’s cavernous, steamy cleavage. You gratefully start inhaling fresh air, now that you’ve at least been partially freed from Sharren’s sweaty confines. Apparently she’s a bit of a hot sleeper (heh, in more ways than one), and–judging by how slick and sweaty her body has become–she’s clearly worked up much more of a sweat sleeping with you just now than wrestling with you earlier.

Putting your wounded pride aside for a moment, you twist your head around to try and get your bearings. You dont seem to be in the ring anymore, as it’s much too dark. There are no lights on, save for a…singular lamb-shaped nightlight on a nearby wall? Ok, not what you were expecting. You also hear a small speaker playing the soothing, distinctive sound of gentle rainfall. As your eyes adjust to the dark of the room, you realize you’re atop of a huge bed. Is this Sharren’s bedroom? Did she kidnap you and take you home with her!? You gotta get back to the DWA asap! Both your career and your height are on the line here.

With renewed panic and vigor, you try and wiggle yourself free, but, try as you may, you’re not going anywhere from beneath this not-so-little lamb. Sharren’s breasts alone are so big that they cover most of your upper body with ease, and the rest of her plump, wide body eclipses your scrawny frame with similar ease. The Sleepy Lamb’s got you covered like the world’s thiccest, cutest weighted blanket. “No, thank you, Mr Rabbit. I’ve had enough lima beans for today.” Fortunately, Sharren (as expected) seems to be a hard enough sleeper that your efforts to free her don't wake her, but they seem to tickle and prod her enough to make her body readjust itself to get comfortable again. As Sharen shifts and rolls around, her breasts wind up squeezing around your body like a fleshy seismic press, taking most of the fight (and oxygen) out of you in an instant.

You instinctively paw at her breasts in a **** attempt for air and freedom, but your tiny arms dont move those massive, heavy melons an inch. Rather, it seems more like you’re groping them, but this is no time to lose focus just because your precarious situation also happens to be extremely sexy. You try not to think about the way your hands sink deeply against Sharren’s pliant flesh, and you definitely don't want to think about the fact that she obviously sleeps naked, based on the fact that you’re clearly feeling a bare nipple right now. You have to get out before this gets anymore awkward.

Unfortunately, Sharren starts tossing and turning again due to you touching her sensitive breasts, and you feel yourself getting swept away against her as she assumes a new sleeping position to unconsciously trap you with.