My bedroom was chilly as I began undressing to prepare for sleep. Sleeping in the nude is common for me, however I placed the white cotton leggings and the white, long sleeved, pull over top at the end of the bed, just in case I would need to rush out to answer a door, or to go down the hall for the bathroom in the cool winters night. I smoothed the shirt out, admiring the appliqué of Pooh on the front. Tonight, like many other nights, I was alone again, with my husband away for the week. My owl night-light radiated a soft yellow glow atop the armoire. I smiled at the owl, who maintained his serious demeanor, ever watchful during the night as I slept. Sitting next to the lighted owl, the blue ceramic owl of the same height, also took notice of where I am and of my safety in the night. As I pulled the covers down to reveal the soft flannel sheets splattered with flowers, I look above the head board and see my friend Pooh there, wedged between the headboard and wall. Pooh is about the same size as a midsize teddy bear. He is a gift from my daughter, a companion keeping me company on many lonely nights.
"It's just you and me again, Pooh" I said, as I reached for him to join me under the covers. Snuggling with Pooh, I listened to the droning of the small fan on the floor, and soon fell asleep.
Feather light in my sleep, I drifted somewhere, a place far off from this reality. I could feel the currents of air under me, raising me, directing me. How relaxed I felt, almost to the point of wanting to remain.... adrift.
My "trip" through the night was interrupted with a brush on my skin and a stir beside me. Ohhh my... could it be a mouse in my bed? I froze at the thought... kept my eyes closed, and tuned in on my awareness. I felt what seemed like a soft touch on my arm, then a bit of a lick from a small tongue... it was the sort of lick that would have to be from a larger animal than a mouse..... but larger than a mouse must mean a rat. No, a rat's paw would have scratchy claws, and its touch would not be so soft and velvety.
I gathered my courage, pulled back the flannel sheets and in the dim light, with a bit of moonlight coming through the window, I could see my Pooh Bear licking my arm tenderly, and as though through animation, turn his head up and smile sweetly at me, with eyes half closed, as though totally content.
As I bent my head down to touch his head, he shifted a bit, and I felt his mouth attach itself to my left nipple, as he held what was a massive breast in comparison to him, in his paws.
I had not nursed a baby in over 25 years, but I remember the sensation... the movement of milk from the center of me, to the breast..... and when one breast was being nursed on, the other would naturally open up and begin draining... as it seemed to be doing again..! Yes, I quickly checked with free hand, and finding no actual moisture coming from me, I realized it was a memory I was feeling.
Pooh's golden fur stretched, and his color was replaced with a smooth brown, his eyes had a green hue. With a blink of my eyes, his body became elongated, and instead of fur on his head, his hair was now mahogany.... deep and rich, growing to shoulder length. Looking closer, Pooh's features began to change, almost like soft clay, molding itself. Broad shoulders, narrow waist,.... and when I pulled back the covers to look further, I seen buttocks developing, and long legs. A bare ass meant I would need to check further... so I pulled the covers further,... to expose a wide formidable cock, being at least eight inches in length, quite ample in width, and growing hard.
