BOOTY-FUL Friendship (Jasmine & Edith)

[dddybee]

"Sorry Edi-throne. Cakey doesn't really like to wait. I'll have to have a word with her about being more patient." Jasmine teased, as she continued to roughly rub her royal rump all over Edith's face. The playful yet aggressive twerking would only cease, after the Hidden Gem was smothered completely senseless! And thus, Jasmine would eventually get off again. Though she'd have to yank Edith's mug from the thick depths of her buttocks, given how wedged up the poor girl was! While Edith gasped and leaned against the lockers, Jasmine would go into her own locker, before pulling out another gift box. It was the medium-sized one, so at least Jasmine couldn't possibly fit her massive badonkadonk in it this time. And besides, the cake girl was still wearing the frame of the larger gift box on her backside!

"Here's your second present!" Jasmine chirped, holding it out in front of her downed, dazed buddy. "Don't worry. You don't need to close your eyes this time." The queen opened the package up, revealing a special, pink device with straps labeled: 'Edith's Harness'. "Taaa-daaa! Look! It's the same color as your dyed hair, and it even has your name on it! This is your gift, but I'll be holding onto it to put it into use. You see...it's a smother harness! A special facesitting device! And I had my subjects make this one specifically for you! Come here chum. Lemme show you how it works."~

With a giggle, Jasmine would turn around and squat down a little, presenting her lovely yet suffocating derriere to Edith yet again. Holding the harness in one hand, Jasmine would use the other one to reach down and grab the back of Edith's head. She's would pull the pinkette's head ear-deep into her booty again. And even after removing her hand, Jasmine would keep Edith's face in place, by flexing her muscular glutes! This left the queen's mitts free to secure Edith in the smother harness, strapping and buckling it up nice and snug! When it was all said and done, the device would keep Edith smothered in those cheeks, without Jasmine having to do much at all!

"Sooooo, whatcha think?" Jasmine beamed. She relaxed her powerful, iron-hard glute muscles and playful swung her hips around, allowing the softer part of Jasmine's booty to simple jiggle on Edith's face. "Well, I think it's a perfect fit! Now I've got a brand new way to feed ya my cake. Hehehe..."~

Smother Harness Reference

[SweetHeart]

Edith, still dazed from the relentless smothering, managed to gasp out a feeble protest as Jasmine teased her with a playful yet assertive tone. "Jasmine, please, I-" Her words were cut off as the Booty Queen continued to rub her royal rump aggressively over Edith's face. The twerking and playful aggression persisted until the Hidden Gem was smothered completely senseless. Jasmine eventually relented, leaving Edith gasping for breath, leaned against the lockers, only to find that Jasmine wasn't quite done with her surprise. With a mischievous grin, Jasmine produced another gift box, this time of medium size. Edith, still recovering, watched as her friend presented the package, revealing a special pink device with straps labeled 'Edith's Harness.' The surprise and confusion registered on Edith's face as she tried to comprehend the nature of this unexpected gift. "Wait, what is—" she began, but before she could finish, Jasmine explained, her words sinking in like a surprising revelation.

When she had finished explaining, The pinkette, still somewhat disoriented, attempted to raise a hand in protest, but it was too slow, as before she knew it, Jasmine's hand was firmly grabbing the back of her head, pulling her ear-deep into the plump booty once again. Edith would wince as she was smothered all over again, kicking squirming, squealing as Jasmine, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, flexed her powerful glutes, showcasing their remarkable strength, as she held Edith's face in place, as if she was holding her nose with a compression lock, utilizing the sheer force of her flexed muscles to ensure her friend remained captive as she put on the smother harness. The soft, yet firm straps were deftly maneuvered into place, encircling Edith's head and fastening snugly around her head.

Edith, now caught in the smother harness, mumbled protests through the straps, her hands futilely reaching to try and free herself. The unexpected turn of events left her flustered, a testament to the unpredictable nature of her friendship with the Booty Queen. Especially when it came to Jasmines love of smothering, and Edith's very much dislike for it.

[dddybee]

Now completely secured in Jasmine's smother harness, Edith's face was stuck deeply between the Booty Bomber's thick buttocks. Jasmine walked over to one of the locker-room's large mirrors, making poses as if she were modeling. "I know all you can see is butt right now, but we're in front of a mirror. Rest assured, you look great on me, Eddie!" Jasmine chirped, pretending her friend's head was a type of clothing you wore on your backside. "Mind if Cakey and I do some flexing? Flex! Flex! Flex! Flex...!"

Jasmine repeatedly flexed her curvy, well-built body in the mirror. Her meaty thighs, her rock-hard abs, her toned biceps, and of course...her buns of steel. But each time Jasmine chose to flex her glute muscles they would clench on Edith's head, tightly squeezing the pinkette's face. "My buns are like...SO strong, right homie?" Jasmine giggled, as she continued to flex her meaty, firm glutes on Edith. But overzealous monarch would eventually stop with the butt-clenching, instead walking back to her locker. She retrieved the final and smallest gift box from it. "Okay Eddie! I've got one more present for ya, and I PROMISE you're gonna LOVE it. But first, let's go on a little walk. I wanna keep testing this super fun harness out!"

With that, Jasmine left the locker-room and began ambling down the backstage hallways of LAW. She swayed her wide hips and jiggled her thick booty as she walked, with Edith in tow! Of course, while stuck in the smother harness, Edith would be forced to either follow along on her knees or simply get dragged around. But with the ever-increasing time the Hidden Gem's face had been hidden within the smothery confines of Jasmine's bum, Edith would likely pass out soon, leaving Queen Cake to drag her pally along indeed!

[SweetHeart]

Edith's mind was a whirlwind of embarrassment as she found herself securely ensconced in Jasmine's smother harness. The muffled sounds of Jasmine's playful banter filled her ears, making her wish she could disappear into thin air. The mirror in the locker room reflected the embrarssing image of Jasmine flexing and posing while Edith's face was practically buried in the Booty Bomber's ample buttocks, Edith wincing every time her "pal" kept flexing her ass on the poor girl's face. As Jasmine posed in front of the mirror, Edith couldn't help but feel a blush creeping up her cheeks. The flexing routine, punctuated by clenching glute muscles squeezing her face, was humiliating and surreal. Her questions about if Edith agreed with the proclimation of her buns being strong onl met with muffled protests, likely asking for air or freedom from her jiggly pirson.

When Jasmine announced her intention to take a stroll, Edith couldn't help but cringe inwardly, sadly unable to do anything despite not wanting to take a stroll. Dragged along by the energetic Queen Cake, Edith was forced to follow on her knees, her embarrassment reaching new heights. As Jasmine swayed her hips and jiggled her booty, Edith's face turned several shades redder. The only solace Edith found in this awkward situation was the limited audience, as there wasn't too many people around to see it. However, the impending threat of passing out from the relentless smothering loomed, and she couldn't decide if that would be a blessing or a curse.

The constant flexing and the rhythmic clenching of Jasmine's powerful glutes on her face had left Edith feeling lightheaded and overwhelmed. Just as Jasmine's curvy figure turned a corner in the backstage labyrinth, Edith's consciousness finally gave in to the lack of oxygen and sensory overload. Her limp body was now entirely at the mercy of Queen Cake's relentless glutes, held securely in place by the smother harness. Jasmine, seemingly unaware of Edith's unconscious state, continued her journey, dragging her friend along like an unwitting accessory to her extravagant walk.

[dddybee]

At this point, Edith had been stuck in the smother harness without a break for a good while, so she'd inevitably pass out within the depths of Jasmine's suffocating buttocks! No longer conscious to keep up with the queen on her knees, Edith was now dragged along for the smothery stroll. Soon enough, Jasmine would take note of her friend's condition and enter a backstage lounging room. Several comfy seats were placed here for LAW wrestlers, staff members, and guests to be able to relax.

"Okay Cakey, Eddie is out so let's give our pal a break now." Jasmine giggled to her own personified backside, as she undid the smother harness. For all her rough rashness, the queen took special care to grab Edith's head. Preventing her friend from collapsing on the hard floor in a heap. Jasmine lifted the Hidden Gem, before laying her body sideways on a comfy sofa. But as the caked-up queen watched Edith breathe deeply once more, another mischievous idea bloomed into her noggin.

Jasmine also went on the sofa, her knees on either side of Edith, and her feared behind facing the pinkette. The monarch was nearly straddling the fancy girl. But instead of siting on her, Jasmine was kneeling over her, that massive, thick booty casting a curvy shadow on Miss Una's face! Growing slightly impatient, Jasmine soon reached one hand back to repeatedly pat Edith's face. After arousing the dazed girl from her thiccness-induced slumber, the first thing she'd see was the very tush that had smothered her out in the first place! "Sweet. You're back."~ Jasmine purred in a teasing tone, using her hands to teasingly rub her own booty, which loomed right above Edith's face. "Are you ready for more cake in your face, my friend?"~

[SweetHeart]

Although Edith did appreciate the whole "not dropping her like bad habit" after the smothering, she wasn't exactly happy being sat on a random couch from anyone to see. Edith's consciousness slowly returned, her senses gradually awakening from the haze induced by the lack of oxygen. At first, she was disoriented, groaning as a few pats to her face caused her to slowly wake up. As her eyes fluttered open, the sight that greeted her was the all-encompassing presence of Jasmine's curvy booty mere inches from her face. A mix of confusion and fearful realization washed over Edith as she found herself on a comfortable sofa, with Jasmine's formidable booty casting a shadow on her face. The reality of the situation sank in, and Edith's eyes widened in mild horror. She attempted to shift her position, only to realize that she was still very much under the Queen Cake's control.

Jasmine's mischievous patting on Edith's face roused her from the daze, and she blinked, trying to focus on the surroundings. However, her attention was quickly diverted as she found herself staring at the very asset that had smothered her unconscious not long ago.

"Jazz, where am I?" Edith stammered, her voice muffled by the close proximity of Jasmine's backside. "Wait please dont, could we, perhaps, move to a more... private location? This isn't exactly dignified, you see." In her well-mannered tone, Edith tried to reason with Jasmine, the discomfort evident in her expression, but even though she pleaded with her, it wasn't clear if Jasmine was gonna let her go or just give her another round, only with an audience of anyone who were to stumble in to the room.

[dddybee]

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Jasmine giggled at Edith's wide-eyed expression, as her massive booty loomed right over the pink-haired girl. As the prospect of receiving another round of smothering here sank in, Edith pled with the queen to take things to a private area. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Jasmine pondered, slowly lowering her huge hindquarters to further tease Edith, as she considered her friend's request. But before her bum could smother Edith's face, Jasmine would reposition herself and lean down for a sisterly kiss on Edith's forehead. The monarch would then straighten up to face Edith, sitting on the fancy woman's lower-chest/upper-belly.

"It's all good, bruh. Cakey's done smothering ya for today. But are saying you wanted MORE butt smothering in another location?" Jasmine teased, taking note that Edith didn't ask for the smothering to stop, simply asking for the next location to be private. "No worries! Because until further notice, we're gonna have tons of fun smothery playtime, ya feel me? Like...more than usual I mean! Much more! Your smother initiation has only just begun, booty buddy!"

Jasmine got off the couch and flipped Edith over, to give her friend a good smack on the rear. She then tossed Edith the final, smallest gift box, which she had previously left on the nearby table. "For you! Don't worry. This present is not another smothering, I promise. You enjoy that now, and I'll smother ya later!" Jasmine giggled, picking up the smother harness in front of Edith, which had been Edith's second "gift". The Booty Bomber stuck, shook and spanked her legendary butt at Edith one last time for today. And Jasmine was still wearing the frame of the largest gift box around her tush, Edith's first "gift". A gift the overzealous smother-lover planned to give the Hidden Gem again and again and again....

With that Jasmine would make her leave, allowing Edith some alone time to open her third present. It was some special jazz headphones, specially colored and patterned in Edith's main wrestling attire, with her name plastered on it to boot! All things considered, Chocolate was still a great friend. But how would Edith deal with Jasmine's smother obsession, which only seemed to be increasing at this point?!

[SweetHeart]

Edith squirmed more as Cakey got oh so close to consuming her head again, feeling like she was in the jaws of a giant jiggly monster, but instead, Edith felt a little peck on her forehead, leading to Edith left confused until Jasmine explained she was gonna let her off. Edith yelped as she was flipped "Wait Jazz that's not-AH!" She squeaked, jumping up and holding her backside, before seeing the last box left right next to her on a table before Jasmine would leave her, claiming to smother her later.

Although Edith was left in a bit of a nervous state, seeing the custom headphones did make her feel a bit better. Jasmine may have been a borderline psychopathic smother happy friend, but she was still her friend. Edith would let out a little sigh, simply putting the headphones back in the box and taking it back to her locker

A few days Later

"Ninety-one.... ninety-two, come on Jazz only a few more!" A day at the gym was always considered healthy, helpful, and productive in Edith's eyes, but rarely did she ever go out to public ones. Not that she ever went seeking out trouble, of course, but such things just seemed to find her, the problem with being so popular is people always wanna get a chance to use you as a stepping stone to their own success in the wrestling world.

Today had been pretty alright so far, as Jasmine and Edith were doing a joint workout session. Edith, dressed in her gym attire of some track pants and a t-shirt, as opposed to Jasmine who was just earing her normal wrestling attire, maintained a calm demeanour, still subtly blushing at the memory of the recent smothering escapade. "Come on, Jasmine, you've got this! Just a few more push-ups," she encouraged with a gentle half smile, her calm demeanour staying even with her flustered mind. Especially difficult considering each sit-up, a subtle blush that crept onto Edith's cheeks as she observed the rhythmic bounce of Jasmine's chest with each repetition. Edith, in her polite manner, couldn't help but acknowledge the impressive assets on display, sure Jasmine loved Cakey no doubt, but it didn't mean she was lacking in breasts. Regardless, she kept composed, helping Jasmine get to 100 push-ups!

[dddybee]

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A few days after the start of Edith's smother indication, the Hidden Gem and the Booty Bomber were scheduled for a workout secession together in one of LAW's gyms. Working on her upper-body strength at the moment, Jasmine was trying to make it to 100 push-ups! Edith encouraged the queen all the way. Jasmine was far from one to give up easy. But her friend's encouragement only cemented the fact she'd reach her goal!

As Jasmine did the push-ups, her well-toned arm muscles looked even more defined, due to the constant tension. And her sizable boobs bounced with each rep, causing her friend to blush a bit. But Jasmine had no time to notice and tease Edith about this, instead focusing on making it the the last rep! "100! WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!" Jasmine exclaimed proudly, jumping back up to her feet! She posed and flexed her biceps in front of Edith. "The next person I bop is REALLY gonna feel it!" That next person would be Edith, as the tomboy queen would give the pinkette a rough but friendly punch in the shoulder.

"Your biceps are really toned too, Eddie!" Jasmine complimented. "Say? Why do you wear sleeves long enough to cover them in your wrestling attire? Just curious. Thankfully, we can still see your toned arms in them. Haha."

Jasmine's wrestling attire was far more revealing than Edith's, a fact that likely spoke to their respective personalities. Queen Cake being more lively and outgoing, and Miss Una being more professional and reserved.

"Now that I think about it, your wrestling attire covers your abs too. But I KNOW they're toned as well! Can't preform the fancy moves you do without a strong core." Jasmine noted, walking to Edith and feeling her friend's abs under her T-shirt. "I know! Why don't you work on them some more? Since I did 100 push-ups, think you can do 100 sit-ups, bro?"

[SweetHeart]

Jasmine would reach 100 push-ups, Ediths brushing her hair back , quickly tensing her arm as Jasmine gave her a little punch to her shoulder, letting out a little groan but not minding the punch. "I just prefer not to show off my body in matches. besides I like my suits, they get custom made by my dad's friend butch, so they're specially made for matches and stuff." She explained stretching and rolling her arms. She would just give a blank stare as Jasmine rubbed her abs, making her blush.

After this she'd offer for Edith to attempt to try and do 100 sit-ups, which overall wasn't impossible, tons of time in fact, and considering she had done just done 100 push-ups, it was only fair "Alright sure" Edith would roll her neck, before sitting down on one of the mats "If you'd like you can sit on my feet just to keep my stable, but I'm more the able to do it on my own." She mentioned. putting her hands on her head, before starting off! She wasn't lying, as Edith smoked through the majority of sit-ups, easiliy getting to 30-40 sit-ups without breaking a sweat, only starting to tense up the more she did it, but not struggling at all