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You wake to find it late morning. Fred is still sleeping peacefully on your gut. He looks so comfy and cub-like that you're tempted to just let him stay like that. However, you're also very stiff from your night on the tiles, and want to get up.
"Er, Fred? Wakey wakey." You shake his shoulder again. Fred jerks, snorts and cracks an eye. He shuts it again quickly and utters an appauling groan. You gently ask, "How do you feel?" with a certain amount of malicious enjoyment.
"N't good." he mutters faintly, "'N don't keep shouting like that." He smacks his lips and grimaces. "I'll feel better when I've shaved m' tongue." He buries down further into your belly and rocks himself slowly. His paws unconsciously knead the soft rolls of fat that they encounter.
"Remember much?"
"R'memb'r what?"
You play waterbed for a little longer. Eventually, Fred moans "'S it just me, or does the floor keep moving?"
"Umm, it's not you." You chuckle nervously. "Actually, it's me."
"Nnngh?"
Fred risks his eyes again, then yelps and tries to jump off you, discovering the difficulties of pushing off such a soft surface. He eventually disentangles himself and stands up. The change in altitude makes him sit down again, clutching his head.
When he regains his focus, he gapes at your size. What's he going to make of it now?
Written by Lupine