Stuck under Sharren's butt, just as Southern Charm arrives

Thanks to her tossing and turning, Sharren winds up turning 180-degrees while laying on top of you. The good news is that you’re no longer trapped against her breasts, but the bad news is now you’ve once again got her ass weighing on your head. From what you’ve felt as she grinds against you, Sharren doesn't wear much in the way of clothing as she sleeps, but you can tell she wears a musky pair of tiny panties, since her crotch is currently resting on your face. And even in this new position, her massive breasts continue to be an issue too, resting against your trembling lower body and enveloping your crotch with ease. The slightest wiggle and shifting from Sharren sends uncomfortable yet irresistible waves of pleasure up and down your helpless body.

Just as you begin to worry that you won't be getting out of this anytime soon, you hear what sounds like someone knocking at the door, followed by a woman’s voice with a pleasant-sounding Southern accent. “Shar, darling? You up, buttercup?” Sharren doesn't respond, much too asleep to notice what’s happening. “Sharrrr! C’mon, girl, it’s time to wake up.” The knocking turns into pounding as the voice starts sounding a bit more annoyed, but Sharren is still sound asleep. “Consarn it, Shar! I know you like to have your post-match 5-hour naps as part of your ‘contractual agreement’, or whatever, but we ain’t got time for this!” The slightly exasperated Southern belle bangs on the door over and over, but Sharren doesn't stir in the slightest. Eventually the banging stops, and things become quiet again…did she give up and leave? Welp, there goes your chance to esc–

WHAM!! With a sudden, powerful kick, the door to Sharren’s room is **** open, and the familiar cold lighting of the DWA venue instantly starts spilling into the dark space, granting you enough vision to see that this actually isnt the bedroom to Sharen’s home. This is actually some sort of ultra-luxurious dressing room catered specifically to the Sleepy Lamb, which includes a king-sized bed and other cushy amenities that aid in her sleep. Do all the DWA wrestlers have dressing rooms like this? Do you get one?

Those questions will have to wait till later, of course, as the biggest thing you’re wondering right now is if the woman who just came in (and like a wrecking ball, mind you) will help you out of your slumbering predicament. “Cock-a-doodle-doo, lamb chop! Time ta rise an’ shine. Now hurry up and git that sleepy keister o’ yours outta bed so we can get to trainin’! We got ourselves a tag-team match ta prep fer.” Your eyes are still adjusting to the light as you look towards the boisterous woman proudly standing in the doorway, but you can still instantly notice her astonishingly feminine yet thoroughly imposing figure.

She has dirty-blond hair with a freckled face and a cute button nose. She sports a tight, plaid shirt that–even while mostly unbuttoned–struggles to contain her massive, homegrown chest. The shirt is tied up at the bottom, the knot deliciously wedged against the woman’s underboob while her creamy, slightly pudgy belly is left bare. She has an explosively wide pair of hips to match her chest (big enough that it’s lucky the doorframe didn't shatter when she **** her curves through it), and wears a pair of skimpy denim shorts that look like they could burst off at any moment. On top of all that, this Southern Beauty has thick, shapely arms and legs that clearly pack a lot of strength inside them, as noted by the way she **** that door open with ease. This is Sadie Mae McCully, known as Southern Charm of the DWA. Honestly, you’d be almost intimidated to meet someone like her, but the warm, toothy grin she flashes as she steps inside the dressing room somehow sets you at ease a little.

In any case, you’re in no position to introduce yourself anyways, barely able to crane your eyes upwards towards Sadie while pinned beneath Sharren’s sleepy smothering ass. Sadie approaches but doesn't notice you, as she’s much too focused on waking her partner up to notice a scrawny man pinned beneath her. “C’mon, lamb chop, up an’ at ‘em already! Time’s a waistin’.” Suddenly, Sadie raises a hand to the air and swings it down against Sharren’s ass with a powerful SMACK. The blow was powerful enough to make Sharren’s butt wobble and jiggle with **** vigor atop your head, but Sharren still doesn't wake. So Sadie does it again. SMACK. And again. SMACK. And again. SMACKSMACKSMACK. Still stuck beneath Sharren, you watch in helpless awe as Sharren’s wobble wagon wobbles like no wobble waggon ever wobbled before from Sadie’s spanking, even getting a hand mark on one of her cheeks.

After a minute of this, Sharren finally begins to stir, squirming atop you for a bit before reaching back and rubbing her slightly pinkened butt (which she only now realizes is a little sore). “Owwwwuh, what was that for, Sadie?” Failing to remember anything about you as she wakes, Sharren looks over her shoulder at Saide while shifting her booty back and forth out of discomfort, unwittingly grinding it further against your head.

“That was for trying to sleep the day away when we’ve got work ta do! You just lucky I aint my momma. She’s a real early-riser and ain’t got no patience for sleepyheads like I do. Now go on an’ get yerself changed, lamb chop. It’s time for training.” Sharren yawns but nods in compliance, finally getting up off her bed to go get some clothes on. As she does this, she finally reveals you, plastered to the bed and gasping for air.

Sharren, still groggy from just waking up, doesn't notice and walks off to her closet unbothered, but Sadie notices right away and is very surprised to see you. “Wot in tarnation!?” She leans in to get a closer look at you as you lie there reeling, giving you a mighty fine look at her freckled cleavage as she does. “Well you are you, and how on earth did you get there, fella?” You struggle to sputter out an explanation as you regain your breath, but fortunately Sadie is quick on the uptake and recalls hearing about you. “Ohhhh, you’re the new feller Touko hired, right? The first guy wrassler to join our league?” You nod. “Well pleased as punch to meetcha! I’m Sadie Mae McCully, of the Wrasslin McCullys.”

Feeling more at ease from such a warm greeting, you smile and sit up, politely offering your hand to shake as a greeting. “H-hey there, Sadie. I’m Tom. Great to meet–WOAH”. Instead of shaking your hand, Sadie suddenly grabs you and lifts you into an exuberant bearhug. “Now, now, there’s no need for being shy, or any of that formal nonsense. Welcome to the DWA, Tommy. Looking forward ta working with ya.” As Sadie squeezes you with such a warm greeting, you realize she’s the friendly type, the very friendly type. You do your best to reciprocate the kind hug, but you instantly notice that–due to the way she’s hugging you, your still-stiff erection is poking and pressing against Sadie’s enormous chest. She doesnt seem to notice, so you try and play it off, though it’s still extremely awkward.

“So lemme guess,” Sadie says while still holding onto you. “Your first match was up against Sharren, and it didnt end well for you?” You nod sheepishly, blushing a little as you recall how erotically humiliating your match was. “Aw, dont feel too bad about it, shuga. It happens to the best of us. Give it some time, and you’ll be wrasslin with the best of them before you know it.” Sadie’s warm smile suddenly makes the pang of your loss sting a little less. “But you losing to Lamb Chop explains how ya got here then. She has a habit ‘o keeping some of the folks she beats as sleeping buddies, especially cute ones like yerself. Says it helps her sleep better.”

You blush a little at hearing Sadie call you cute, but then you feel a bit of panic as you realize she’s still holding onto you, and still pressing against your erection as a result. You cant help but flick your eyes downward at her breasts and where your cock touches them, and when you look back up, you wind up locking eyes with her, her smile growing wider. Has she noticed? “Though, after getting a good look at you, I can't say I blame the girl. I might be tempted ta nab you for myself when given the chance,” Sadie says with a wink. She squeezes her bearhug just a little tighter, making you visibly wince as your cock gets further submerged against her breasts.

“So, Tommy, now that you’ve had your first match, do ya need someone ta show ya the ropes? Sharren and I have some training to do, but we could show ya around the place as we do. Whaddaya say?” Sadie does seem like the nicest person you’ve met here so far (possibly ever), but there’s a glint in her eye that’s hard to ignore, especially while she’s got you in this hug. But maybe it’s fine?