Gem in the Queen's Crown - Jasmine Vs. Edith

[dddybee]

Jasmine had been on a quest to turn the tides of this match firmly back in her favor. And now that she had Edith thoroughly smothered in her signature Jasmine's Jail, it seemed she had accomplished that goal! "Wooo. Ya sure gave me a bit of a beating there." The monarch admitted, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead. "But you're all mine now!"

Edith's attempts to push the royal's round rear away weren't getting her anywhere. The queen's keister was simply to huge, thicc, and heavy for poor Edith to push away, especially while in such an awkward position, being smothered on the ropes and whatnot. Eventually, Jasmine would slowly stand up, lifting her dangerous derriere off of her opponent's face for a brief moment. But before Edith could escape or likely even fully register what was going on, Jasmine would plop her big 'ol backside right back down on her face, smothering the girl once more. As usual, the overzealous smother-lover was doing the most, proceeding to continue this pattern. She'd smother Edith for a good bit, suddenly get off for a brief moment, and then just plop her booty back on Edith's mug! Jasmine would gleefully repeat this torturous process as many times as she was able to, consumed by her lust for smothering!

"Hope you're enjoying this smother secession as much as I am!" Jasmine teased, her massive, meaty cake jiggling with the motions. For those who liked being butt smothered, perhaps this wouldn't be all that bad, though Edith wasn't in the most comfortable position for such an intense smothering!

[SweetHeart]

Edith was in a tough spot, her face buried beneath Jasmine's considerable derriere. She tried to push and squirm her way out from the suffocating embrace, but it seemed that Jasmine's royal posterior had an unyielding grip, the weight and size of Jasmine's round rear made it nearly impossible to get free. Edith's desperate struggles to escape Jasmine's relentless smothering became increasingly frantic as time passed. The soft, pillowy cheeks of Jasmine's derriere pressed against her face, smothering her in a way that was both overwhelming and oddly comforting. It was like being trapped in a pair of massive, plush pillows trying to make you take a nap, and each time Jasmine lifted herself off for a brief moment, Edith gasped for air, feeling as if she had just come up for a breath after being submerged underwater, only for Jasmine to dunk her head back down into her booty, giving her a facewash again before doing it over and over.

The relentless cycle of smothering and brief reprieves continued, leaving Edith in a state of disarray. Her struggles, once vigorous and determined, grew weaker with each repetition, along with her face getting more disheveled and sweaty. The impact of Jasmine's plump, jiggling rear slamming down on her face made Edith imagine that she was in a boxing match, with those soft, cushiony cheeks feeling like a pair of massive, jiggly boxing gloves pummeling her senseless, and she was currently on the ropes in this grueling booty bashing boxing match, desperately trying to stay on her feet. The audience watched with bated breath, some wincing at the relentless smothering, while others cheered for Jasmine's sexy bootyful dominance in the ring.

With each cycle of smothering and butt drops, The crowd's roars and the referee's voice faded into the background, Edith's vision blurred more and more, her world seemed to narrow down to nothing but the soft, enveloping sensation of Jasmine's royal cheeks smothering her, her teasing words distant and muffled, but the overwhelming sensation of Jasmine's derriere enveloping her face, leaving Edith feeling both trapped and strangely entranced by the suffocating embrace.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the referee's voice cut through the haze in Edith's mind. "Rope break!" The referee shouted. Jasmine, reveling in her dominance, was basically taunting both the referee and Edith, as each time the referee began the rope break count, Jasmine would lift herself off of Edith's face, giving the gasping girl a VERY brief moment of reprieve, only to comically drop back down again right after, much to the dizzy disoriented embarrassment of Edith and the frustration of the increasingly exasperated referee. The crowd alternated between gasps and laughter at Jasmine's audacity, as she teased Edith mercilessly. But eventually, even the referee's patience wore thin. With a stern warning, the official made it clear that this game had gone on long enough. "One more time, and you're disqualified!" She ordered, giving Jasmine a count until 5 for her to finally let Edith free of the prison of booty she was drowning in.

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"Kiss keister! Taste tushy! Consume cake!" Jasmine chirped, coming up with a new taunt, each time she reapplied the smother to Edith. "Up my booty goes......Now back down on your nose!~" She was certainly having fun here, humming in pleasurable satisfaction, each time she forced the pinkette's face deep between her massive, jiggly cheeks again! And it didn't look like Jasmine would be getting bored and stopping on her own accord anytime soon, seemingly dooming Edith to an eternity of endless facesitting! But alas, the referee would speak up. Jasmine thought she could avoid a rope break situation, by briefly lifting her backside off of Edith, every time the ref started the break count. This worked for a bit, as the annoyed ref would have to keep starting over. But eventually, he put his foot down and threatened to disqualify the chaotic face.

An annoyed Jasmine would vigorously shake and jiggle her thicc derriere on Edith's mug, one last quick time, before BOUNCING off of her opponent's face. She had done so just in time to avoid disqualification, milking that last smother of Jasmine's Jail for all it was worth! "Awwwww! C'mon, bossman!" The queen pouted, before coming up with a mischievous idea. There was no way Edith was going anywhere fast, not after all that cake in her face. So the sassy queen figured she'd take a little time to tease the official! "D'awwww. If you were jealous of all the booty Edith was getting, you could've just said so.~" She snickered, approaching the ref with a feral glint in her eyes, which caused him to nervously back away and trip to the mat! When he looked up, he saw Jasmine squatting over him and casting a large, butt-shaped shadow down on his face!

"Are you ready?~" The queen purred, as she bounced her backside for a single, intimidating jiggle. "W-Wait, your majesty!" The ref begged, genuinely nervous about such a hefty rump squishing him. He'd seen it in action this entire match! Jasmine would lower her booty close to his face, just to tease him, before standing straight again. "Psssssh! I'm just messing with you, buddy! You already threatened to disqualify me. I'm not gonna smother you now. I'm not THAT impulsive. Hahaha!" Much to Jasmine's delight, her joke made the crowd laugh and caused the now speechless ref to blush a deep shade of red. Man, it felt so good to be her. "Besides, I've already got a human throne here. Right, Edith?~"

Edith's break was over. Jasmine had turned her head and attention back to her. "Come here, Fancy Pants! I still got to finish this match and whatnot.~" The queen approached her adversary and dragged her off the ropes by her arm. Being dragged across the ring, Edith's head was level with the side of Jasmine butt. As she walked, the queen would smack Edith's face with hip bumps, both to be extra and to keep her dazed. Their intended destination? One of the Booty Queen's favorite places! The corner of a wrestling ring....

[SweetHeart]

Edith remained in a daze, her senses still reeling from the relentless facesitting she had endured. She hardly knew where she was as Jasmine taunted her with playful yet humiliating words, along with the referee. Each time Jasmine reapplied the smother, Edith's face became messier and sweatier, by the time Jasmine teased the referee with a similar smothering, Edith's face looked like a boxer who had gone twelve brutal rounds! Her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red from the relentless smothering, and her lips were parted as she panted for air, saliva glistening as it dripped down her cheek. Her eyes were half-lidded and dazed, struggling to focus on her surroundings after the prolonged lack of oxygen and only thing in her view being ten tons of ass. Strands of her pink, sweat-soaked hair clung to her forehead, while a thin sheen of perspiration covered her entire face, highlighting the effort she had put in to have endruced Jasmine's torturous smother hold. Despite being on the brink of unconsciousness, Edith was still miraculously awake, her will to continue the match keeping her from succumbing entirely to Jasmine's smothering onslaught, but it was a struggle for her to stay conscious amid such a dominating ass-sult.

Sadly Edith wouldn't get a break from the butt queen's phscotic onslaught of booty based offence, the hip bumps from Jasmine as she was dragged across the ring served as a harsh awakening for Edith. The sharp impacts was like a slap to the face, as it jolted her back to reality, making Edith wince with each bump, the jiggly sensation helping her regain her bearings.

Finally, Jasmine dumped Edith in the corner of the ring, her back against the turnbuckles. Edith blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision and shake off the lingering dizziness. It was clear that she was in a perilous situation, trapped in the corner and at the mercy of the Booty Queen. But Edith's determination still burned within her, and she refused to give, but she might not have much of a choice left

[dddybee]

After smothering poor Edith over and over and over again, Jasmine was finally STARTING to fell satisfied to the point of being willing to wrap things up. After all, she had put on a great show for the fans she very much loved, even teasing the referee for their amusement to boot! Now she had Edith seated in the corner of the ring, looking ready to be finished off with a stinkface. But after Jasmine turned her meaty beefcake towards Edith, she came up with a fun twist on the idea! Nothing could ever just be simple with her.

"Actually, let's try this!" Jasmine chirped, moving her butt away for now, just to turn around and lift Edith up. She placed the fancy girl still against the corner, but this time elevated on the ropes in a similar position to be smothered. Jasmine then smacked her proud backside, causing it to jiggle, as she ambled to the center of the ring. "Okay everybody! Let's wrap this match up in the most BOOTYFUL way imaginable!" Jasmine shouted, getting the crowd hyped up as she raised the roof!

Jasmine then brought her hands down to her cake-themed leotard, before pulling on it, yanking it up to give herself a wedgie! The monarch's smooched, thicc, plump cheeks had already been pretty exposed. But now they were nearly bare, given how Jasmine had wedged her leotard! Queen Cake pointed at Edith, turning her head to her to wink and pucker her lips at her in a teasing matter. "You ready for ALL this booty again?~" And then she was off! "GEEEEEEEET CAAAAAAAAKED!"

Jasmine raced at Edith, before leaping and turning her body midair, sticking her giant rear at her opponent. It was a flying peach attack, or flying CAKE attack in this case! Jasmine was of course doing the most, not holding back at all, and aiming to nail Edith with everything she had! If successful, the move would immediately lead to an elevated stinkface. Jasmine would proceed to shake her booty all over Edith's face, while the two were elevated on the corner's ropes!

[SweetHeart]

Having been climbing the metaphorical mountain that was surviving Jasmine's ass-smothering, Edith would reach the peak, barely escaping from being knocked out cold by Jasmine. Sadly, she only saw another mountain, and it was much bigger. To put it more simply, Edith, in her sweaty and dazed state, was as helpless as a rookie, totally overwhelmed by Jasmine's booty assault, both due to Edith's own weakness for moves of such a manner, and from just how much ASS Jasmine was smothering her with, the size of her weapons of ass destruction was bigger than her head, and had left her helpless.

Sadly, it COULD get worse.

Edith, barely awake, would go wide-eyed, watching as Jasmine grabbed her cake-themed attire and yanked it upwards, her already very much open booty was now practically just naked. Her now bare derrière, already a formidable force of nature, had now transformed into its most dangerous form, Jasmine's wedgie had strongly emphasized her massive cheeks, and the jiggles and waves of her cheeks resembled the silkiest chocolate dessert imaginable. It was as if the gods of indulgence themselves had sculpted it into existence. Her cheeks, plump and jiggly, had the consistency of warm pudding, each movement causing ripples of sensuous delight to cascade across their surface. They were soft and yielding, yet possessed an undeniable strength that made them even more enticing to look at.

As the Queen's Cake was ready for Edith to unwillingly consume, Jasmine asked what was basically a rhetorical question with a wink, Edith could only summon a small shake of her head, trying to convey her unwillingness to go back into her butt, but her body was too fatigued to respond effectively, she knew she was too spent to evade what was coming. The anticipation of the impending smother loomed, and Edith braced herself for the sensory overload that awaited her.

And then came the moment of ultimate indulgence. As Jasmine yanked up her leotard to create a wedgie, she dashed towards Edith and soared through the air, her giant, exposed rear end aimed squarely at Edith's face, and with unrelenting force, Jasmine's ample assets slammed into Edith's face! It was as though she had unleashed a flood of liquid chocolate from the world's biggest molten lava cake. The velvety, liquid core overflowed Edith's face like a delectable tsunami, enveloping Edith's face in a cushiony embrace that was both overwhelming and left no room for escape!

Edith found herself utterly submerged in Jasmine's booty, the overwhelming sensation of soft, jiggly flesh overwhelming Edith's senses as she was submerged in the warm, velvety sea of Jasmine's essence. The scent of rich chocolate overwhelmed her, as every breath she took seemed to draw her deeper into the intoxicating embrace of Jasmine's posterior like a decadent dessert one could never get enough of. It was a sensory experience beyond compare, and Edith found herself lost in the captivating allure of Jasmine's booty, her world reduced to the rich, engulfing sensation that surrounded her.

The crowd's roars weren't even audible to her anymore, all she could feel was the intoxicating scent and warmth of Jasmine's posterior. Her barely audible muffled protests were futile as the chocolate queen pressed her advantage, shaking her booty vigorously, causing Edith to become even more ensnared in the smother. Minutes passed, and Edith's struggles grew weaker and weaker. The combination of fatigue, the lack of air, and the mesmerizing hold proved too much for her to endure anymore. Her movements slowed, then ceased altogether, and her body went limp. Edith had succumbed to the smothering, rendered unconscious by the sheer power of Jasmine's booty. With Edith rendered unconscious, her head was left to be tossed around like a ragdoll in the ceaseless waves of Jasmine's powerful booty slapping her around. The chocolate queen continued to shake her luscious derriere, the sheer force of the movement causing Edith's head to bob and sway in rhythm with the hypnotic jiggle. It was a sensual display of dominance that left the audience in awe, and likely wouldn't end because Jasmine was in such a psychotic mindset of "SMOTHER EVERYTHING" that the referee may not be able to save Edith until Jasmine got off.

[dddybee]

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This was it. After a fun back & forth match between the two skillful wrestlers, Jasmine had at last achieved totally, unimpeded dominance. Now with her butt-cheeks of destruction nearly bare, she shot at poor Edith like a nuclear missile. And then... "KA-BOOOOOOM!" The Booty Bomber gleefully exclaimed, as her bomb backside BASHED into Edith's face, creating a metaphorical explosion from the impact! The ring itself seemed to shake from the impact, and the turnbuckle CERTAINLY did. Some members of the audience likely wondered if Edith was okay after that, but they soon become distracted by the incredibly sexy sight of the elevated stinkface!

Jasmine's meaty posterior jiggled, as she shook her phat behind all over Edith's mug, still not holding back with the roughness of her motions. Ear-deep in Jasmine's killer cake, Edith's head was jolted every which way. Eventually, Jasmine would simply take a seat on Edith's face, after using her buttocks to push Edith's head right up on the top turnbuckle. It was in extremely dominate sight. As a member of the Booty Queens, Jasmine was a certified Maker of Human Thrones for a very good reason!

It was understandably too much to bear. Edith was soon smothered out cold, just in time for Jasmine to proceed to vigorously shake her backside on Edith face again, jolting her unconscious head around. Jasmine hadn't even realized Edith had passed out, to caught up in the pleasurable sensation of smothering another human chair silly, a sensation Jasmine was all too familiar with and never seemed to get bored of! The referee was a little nervous about approaching the caked up queen, fearing she'd turn her smothery urges on him, despite the queen having only teased him earlier. But he had a job to do. He ordered Jasmine off of Edith. And much to his relief, Jasmine compiled and resisted the urge to actually turn his own face into a human butt cushion.

After preforming the consciousness check, it was clear Edith was completely passed out. The bell rang! The ref raised Jasmine's arm in triumph! Queen Cake was victorious! "YAAAAAHOOOOOOO!" Jasmine celebrated, jumping and pumping her fists into the air. It had been quite a fun bout for her, and the first one she won after becoming a queen to boot! After the celebration, Jasmine approached Edith, who was still elevated against the turnbuckle. Thankfully, instead of smothering the poor woman again, Jasmine patted her cheek. "Hey hey, girlfriend. Are you okay?" Jasmine chirped in a friendly tone, compassionately checking on Edith's wellbeing, despite having been so rough with her earlier.

[SweetHeart]

Edith had endured quite the experience beneath Jasmine's dominating derrière. The heavy, mesmerizing jiggle of Jasmine's rear had smothered her, leaving her face buried in the plush expanse of the chocolate queen's bottom. The rough, vigorous motions had sent her head bouncing in every direction, and the sensations were overwhelming. As Jasmine positioned her atop the turnbuckle with her head forcibly squished between the buckle and Jasmine's giant ass until Edith's consciousness would slip away, she was soon smothered into unconsciousness, her face resting against the top turnbuckle, her visage messy and glistening with sweat. The referee, nervous but determined, approached Jasmine, and with some coaxing, managed to get her to release Edith. The bell rang, and Jasmine was declared the victor!

Jasmine eventually approached the still-elevated Edith, thankfully having snapped out of her crazed smother mode and now she was showing her friendly and compassionate demeanor. As Jasmine patted Edith's cheek, the dazed and sweaty woman stirred, waking up, groggily wiping away perspiration from her brow with her sleeve as she answered her question.

"Well girlfriend, I just had ten tons of your sizeable rear squash my face, but other than that, yeah I'm fine." Edith quipped with a sarcastic deadpan tone. Her voice was weak, but she couldn't help but appreciate Jasmine's check-in. Edith, although typically reserved, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Jasmine's unabashed confidence. Edith wasn't exactly confident in herself, so someone like Jasmine, even if she was a smother-crazed psychopath sometimes, had the kind of self-confidence Edith only could dream of in her current state. With a hint of shyness in her voice, Edith cleared her throat, her voice taking on a professional tone as she spoke to the chocolate queen.

"It's quite admirable, really it is-" Edith began, her tone measured and professional, "how you effortlessly exude confidence and showcase your curvaceous figure. The confidence you bring to the ring, especially in embracing your unique style, is something I can say is very impressive. And although I am not exactly going to be enjoying having to revisit the fact you bested me with such an *ahem* suffocating move, you are skilled, and your boldness and personality are apart of your charm." She would give a gentle bow, a custom to all Edith's matches "Thank you for the match, Miss Cake"

[dddybee]

Despite having been subjected to some of the most overwhelming smotherings Jasmine had ever dished out, Edith slowly but surely came through, after Jasmine patted her cheek. The queen couldn't help but chuckle at her recent throne's sarcastic reply, but she could tell Edith appreciated being checked up on. But then the fancy girl did something she did not see coming. Edith got off of her elevated position, before showering Jasmine with a stream of professional compliments! Edith finished things with a humble blow, one that Jasmine returned back to her!

"The honor was all mine!" Chocolate insisted, before straightening back up. "Awww! You're far too sweet! Thank you so much! You're pretty awesome too, you know that? All of those fancy dancy moves you preform with great effectiveness! Despite your more reserved nature, I can tell you know how to have fun! You gave me a great match! And as I mentioned before..." Jasmine walked up to Edith, before giving her firm, fancy pants-clad booty a hard, audible spank. "You have a pretty solid donk yourself!"

Jasmine was getting the vibe that Edith could use more confidence in herself, given confidence had been the pinkette's focus in what she'd praised Jasmine for. So to help her out, Jasmine would then grab Edith's wrist and raise her arm. "Let's here it for Edith! The skillful, impressive, gem of a girl who went toe-to-toe against the Booty Bomber!" Jasmine yelled, firing up the crowd to cheer not only for her, but also for Edith. Both wresters had put on quite the show for them after all!

[SweetHeart]

As Jasmine playfully spanked Edith's rear, the fancy girl couldn't help but feel flustered. She was a bit sore from the intense match, and the sudden, audible spank took her by surprise. Still, Jasmine's compliments did give her a kind warm feeling from the praise she received. She struggled with this aspect but it did feel nice to be complimented. Edith was a bit caught off guard by Jasmine grabbing her wrist and raising her arm, encouraging the crowd to cheer for her. She was flattered but also a bit bothered by the attention, likely not wanting it to go to her head. But then again, she may not have sought the spotlight, but she recognized the value of sharing the moment with the fans.

Edith and Jasmine, with their different styles and personalities, celebrated with the crowd. Jasmine's enthusiasm was infectious, and Edith's more reserved nature added a touch of humility to their victory lap. They had truly put on a remarkable show for the fans. It became clear that their shared experience had forged a bond between them. Over time, the pair of them, despite their differences, became good friends, learning from each other both inside and outside the ring, Jasmine's infectious enthusiasm and vivacious personality had a way of pushing Edith out of her comfort zone, encouraging her to embrace the unexpected. Yet, along with this newfound excitement came a certain degree of trepidation. Jasmine's playful and impulsive nature often translated into an array of cheeky, smother-related pranks, each more creative and surprising than the last.

As time passed, Edith learned to roll with the punches, or in Jasmine's case, roll with the butt slaps. She realized that Jasmine's intentions were always rooted in good-natured fun, and their friendship was too precious to be tainted by any anxiety. She began to appreciate the joy that Jasmine's antics brought into her life, the girl's goofy nature giving some craziness in her life, much like her lovely lady Eclaire did, and their unique bond deepened as they continued to create memorable moments both in and out of the ring.

Winner Via Smother KO: Jasmine C. Cake!