Tilted=thoughts

(Y/n) POV

I wake up in Melissa's fur bed. I feel a weight on top of me. I open my eyes, only to see Melissa's lying on top of me, back up. Meaning her very large "assets" are pressing against my chest. My face flushed.

"Mellisa."

"Mmmmmm?"

"Melissa!"

"What?"

"I can't move."

She instantly wakes up and turns beet red. She jumps back.

"I'm sorry! I was cold and I wanted to snuggle with you, so I..."

She trails off, twiddling her thumbs. I sigh and get up.

"It's okay. You were acting upon instinct."

"Really? Thank you!"

She leaps towards me and knocks me back into my back. Her large boobs were pressing against my face, cutting off my oxygen.

"Well, this isn't a bad way to die."

My body, of course, acting upon instinct, squirmed. Melissa notices and I can breathe again. She stumbles backwards and falls off the bed, hitting her head on the shelf, knocking a few things off it. On top of her head as she sat up.

"Owie!"

Time skip

I finished applying the ice pack to Melissa's head.

"Your still as clumsy as ever."

"Stop being so mean! You big meanie."

"And as childish as ever."

"Hey!"

She punches me. Which sends me through the wall.

"Calem!"

She drags me out of the rubble and tends to my wounds.

"Oh yeah the others said there going to be a bit delayed, and they're arriving tomorrow."

"Oh. Okay. Did you tell them that I'm here?"

"Yep! Now they're charging from all directions, hoping to see you."

Shit. Now I'll have more monster girls after me. My way of survival is going to be totally different.