Strip...Kabaddi?

Kim lunged forward at the group of women, her chest bouncing freely as she tried to catch them, bare legs dancing left and right. The opposing team backed up, her attack failed, and she retreated to plan her next move.

The other team, which was actually her team, was fully dressed in a blue uniform similar to the ones used by soccer teams. Kim, meanwhile, was dressed in a uniform reminiscent of a sumo wrestler. She only had her panties.

Her teammates' constant taunts and teasing stung deep into her flustered heart, but luckily, they were the only people in the empty coliseum.

“Ok, what the hell is going on?” The dream walking Kim asked, taking control of the bizarre scene. As she racked her brain for context, she could not help but fold over herself. Even if this was a dream, even if it wasn’t technically “she” that was naked, Kim still wasn’t used to the sensation. She didn’t think she could, honestly.

Memories flooded in, and with them, understanding. Kim found herself in a reality where Kabaddi was the most popular sport on the planet. Not Football, not American Football, Basketball, or Cricket. Kabaddi.

This Kim was an up-and-coming semi-professional player, with a strong rivalry with… Clara?! Oh yeah, there she was, standing on the sideline wearing only her underwear and curled up into a little ball of shame while she waited her turn. The two had argued about which one was the better raider and decided to settle it with a bout of strip Kabaddi.

The loser had to go to the next official game as she lost, in the nude. Cripes, playing naked in front of a stadium? Her muscles flexing, chest bouncing while she runs around, jumps, and dashes across the field? The thought was almost embarrassing enough to take Kim out of the nightmare… almost.

Kim decided to give the wager go and charged into the field. The goal of Kabaddi is simple. The raider has to touch someone on the other team, like Kim just did by poking her opponent’s ankle, and then return to their side of the field without getting caught.

Kim planted her feet on the ground, flexed her legs, and jumped backward, deftly dodging a couple of hands that brushed her moving tits. She shuddered at the sensation. Getting touched anywhere on her naked body was not something she was used to.

Using the momentum of her jump, Kim began to sprint, sliding just as one of her opponents tried to tackle her. Her sweat-covered skin slid across the floor. It was a novel sensation for Kim to feel her ass gliding across the polished wood.

Sadly, it wasn’t enough. The slide lost momentum just before Kim could cross the line. The pressure of a full woman’s Kabaddi team crushed her body as they all piled up on her.

“So this is what the coyote feels when they drop an anvil on his head,” Kim groaned, submerged in the human mass. Only her left hand and right leg were sticking free of the pile. Her opponent’s bodies wriggled against her naked flesh, scraping, pushing, and… grabbing. “H-hey! No h-honking!”

“Yes!” the half-naked Carla jumped down from the bleachers, not bothering to cover her modest chest up as she punched the air. “You lost Kim. You know what that means!”

Kim gulped. She did. She would have to go to the stadium naked and…

The thought was too much for Kim, she opened her eyes. “Oh well, good luck to you alternate Kim. If you even exist…” And with only the slightest remorse, Kim tucked herself in once more.