You've lost another few inches, and Sadie's still mad.

You don't black out for long and wake up lying on the mat. You hear the crowd cheering, but for Sadie, not you. Pummeled and smothered silly, you can hardly move your body, but you manage to lift your head enough to see the referee holding Sadie's hand in the air, announcing her victory to the audience. "Aw, t'werent nothin'," Sadie humbly says to her adoring fans.

You're frustrated that you lost your first match so easily, but you have to admit: Sadie is a **** to be reckoned with, a big and sexy one at that. You make a mental note for later to not do anything else to piss her off. You don't want her to shove you against her big booty again...do you? You catch yourself thinking about Sadie's creamy, denim-clad ass again before she turns around and spots you looking at her, her smile devolving to a stiff look. Clearly she's still a little miffed at you. She approaches and looks over your pathetic state. Wait...does she seem a little bigger? You give a frustrated groan when you realize that you've shrunk again, this time another few inches. You estimate you've at least lost a foot now.

Sadie hears you groan and assumes it was for her punishing you. "Sorry, little feller, I didn't want to have to get so rough, especially with a little cutie pie like yourself, but someone had to learn ya some manners. If it weren't me, someone here woulda whomped ya for that rude mouth of yours, and I reckon it woulda been a lot worse than I did. Now shake a leg. It's about time for us both to get outta here." Being sportsman like, Sadie holds out a hand to help you up, so that you both can get out of the ring together, but, battered and exhausted, you can hardly move your body, let alone raise a friendly hand in return. Sadie, failing to realize the number she did on you, assumes you're just being a sore loser and fumes at your apparent rudeness. "Oh, so now you're too good to take my helping hand, huh? Well, maybe you'll like it if another part of me helped you, one I reckon you're pretty familiar with now."

Your eyes widen in surprise as Sadie, completely misunderstanding the situation, turns around and plops her giant ass on your head, burying it between her cheeks. Showing off the strength of her glutes, Sadie clenches her meaty cheeks, firmly securing your head between them, then stands up, dragging your limp body along with her. You yell in surprise and attempt to free yourself with your weakened arms, but your struggles only amount to pleasurable vibrations against Sadie's Southern-grown butt as your hands weakly squeeze and caress it. Proud to have another rude boy right were she wants him, Sadie smirks and walks out of the ring, dragging you along with just her big, round ass. As your body helplessly drags along Sadie, her cheeks rhythmically grinding against your head with every step she takes, the crowd laughs at your predicament while cheering Sadie's sexy, womanly display of dominance.

After what feels like a humiliating eternity of warm, fleshy squeezing and grinding, Sadie finally makes it to the locker rooms with you, looking to settle down after her match but also wanting to make sure you've really learned your lesson. She spies a small bench, just long enough to fit the length of your smaller body, and sees a chance to kill two birds with one stone. She struts to the bench, swinging her hips extra hard to shake your head about, stands at the end of it--positioning you just right--then leaps backwards, slamming you against the bench with all her weight as you lay down on top of it. As it gradually bounces to a halt, Sadie's expansive ass flesh engulfs your head and starts to spill over the sides of the thin bench, much like how her thick legs are both straddling it and you. Pulverized again, you give a weak groan against Sadie, much to her satisfaction. "Hmph, now let that be a lesson to ya, little feller," she says sternly, still acting like she's somehow doing you a favor. For good measure, Sadie starts bouncing on you, giving you split-seconds of air before plopping her ass back on you. This goes on for a minute, and all you can see, feel, and smell is Sadie's soft, bouncy booty. It's all you can think about, really.

Eventually, Sadie decides you've had enough punishment, but, before she finally gets off you, she spots something. "Well, well, lookie here," she says smugly. Still buried under Sadie, you have no idea what she's talking about at first, but that quickly changes when you feel a fantastic jolt run down your spine, stemming from your fully erect cock as Sadie gently twirls it with her finger. Apparently, you've been pitching a tent this whole time, undoubtedly from all the close contact with Sadie's amazing rump. "Hmph, after all that rude talkin' and bluster, I reckon you have a thing for us big girls after all. Huh, little feller," Sadie asks as she continues toying with you. Still buried under Sadie, you can't say anything to her, but, to prove her theory, she suddenly grasps your cock with a strong, feminine grip, suddenly bringing some life back into you as your hips buck in response and your body squirms against her. "That's what I thought," she says with a smile. Instead of going any further, Sadie ends her teasing there and gets off you, just when you're reaching your limit. She looks over her shoulder at you and says, "Give me a holler when you learn how to properly talk to a lady, and maybe then we can finally have some fun." Sadie gives her giant ass a quick smack, giving you one last, tantalizing look as it ripples in front of you, before exiting the locker rooms, leaving you an exhausted mess on the bench.

If the rest of the women here are anything like Sadie, you're gonna have an even harder time than you thought winning that antidote. Not only are they nearly impossible to beat, but they're all so goddamned distractedly sexy that you're gonna have a hard time thinking about anything else, let alone winning. Just as you come to this realization, you hear someone walk in.