Pokemon Go Fight

“Fuck,” I mumbled, using six Revives to heal my Pokemon attack squad. It was summer break, and there were barely any students still living in the dorms, not even enough to keep the cafeteria opened; during the school year the gym on campus was constantly flipping between various teams, but with almost everyone gone, it had been changing hands between me and a trainer on another team named SunnyDaze. I got ready to attach the gym again; her Jolteon had been really hurting my Lapras, which it had a type advantage over.

To my mild surprise, I heard someone coming; it was almost midnight on Tuesday, and the campus was pretty much deserted. For a second I was worried - the campus only had one security guard, but he was a grumpy old bastard, and I wasn’t in the mood to get chewed out. I relaxed as a woman my age loomed out of the darkness; she must be another student.

“Hey!” she called. “Are you doing Pokemon Go?”

“Yeah!” I yelled back. She walked up to me and I got a better look at her in the harsh sodium lamp light. She was heavy-set, wearing more makeup than I'd expect for creeping around an empty college campus at midnight. She was looking at her phone as she walked up to me. “God damn it- “ she almost bumped into me - “I mean, uh, hi. Hold on, I gotta feed some berries -”

Oh, no way. Could it be?

“SunnyDaze?”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “My name is Sunita, so, Sunny, SunnyDaze… right? Are you a fan?”

“Ummm… ”

“Heyyyyyyyyyy…. Wait just a minute. You aren’t SuperDeadlyHamAttack, are you?” She got excited, talking faster. “Are you the guy who keeps kicking me out of the gym?! With the super strong Rapidash?!”

“It’s Rob. And yeah, that’s me.”

Her friendly smile turned into a frown.

“Well, would you stop, please? Do you know how many Revives and Super Potions I’ve had to use just to take this gym back?”

“Why don’t you find your own gym?”

“Because I live on campus! This is my gym!”

“Yeah, well, I live on campus too, and this gym is mine!” We were almost nose to nose yelling at each other. “You just find your own gym. And Team Valor sucks!”

“WHAT did you say?!” She poked me in the chest. “Team Mystic blows!”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that. You just wait until I get my monsters revived -”

“Ohhhhhhh, no, your’e not attacking my gym again. Give me that phone.”

“No.”

“Give me that phone,” she growled, “or I’m going to take it off you!”

Were we really going to fight over this? It looked like it. We sized each other up; I’m sure I didn’t fill Sunita with fear - although I was maybe two inches taller than her at 5’8”, I’m a reedy guy, with long, lanky arms and legs. Sunita on the other hand was a BBW; I couldn’t help but notice she was pretty, with a round face, deep dark eyes with heavy emo eyeliner, a wide nose, and luscious lips, covered in jet-black lipstick. Her dark hair came past her shoulders with heavy bangs that she was staring at me from underneath. She was wearing a red Team Valor T-shirt, black shorts, and sneakers. She had big flabby arms, thick thighs, massive tits, a huge round ass, and from what I could see a considerable gut under her T-shirt.

“Last chance,” she told me. “Don’t you dare think you’re going to get that trash Lapras back in my gym!”

“She’s not trash - she almost has 2000 CP!”

“Give me that phone!” She lunged, and I pulled it back away from her grip. She grabbed my arm with one hand, yanking it towards her - man, she was stronger than I thought! I ended up with both hands on my phone, one of hers wrapped around it as well.  “Let go,” she snarled.

“Get off me!”

“Give me this thing!”

It squeezed out of both of our grips, shooting into the grass. We both looked at it, then back at each other. Without a word we both charged. I tried to grab her, but she stopped me short with a hard punch in my stomach; I don’t remember the last time I’d been hit, and the shocking pain brought me up short. She shoved me, trying to push me over, but I just ended up going backwards. She followed, and with a yell she wrapped her arms around my midsection and lifted me up awkwardly, then threw me down into the grass. She hadn’t gotten me very high and the soft landing cushioned most of the blow; I hopped to my feet I think fast than I expected, and I ran at her with a scream. Not quite sure what I was doing I ended up just kind of bouncing off her as she stood there staring at me.

“What the hell was that? Rob, why don’t you just give up before you get hurt.”

“Sure, just leave and I’ll take the gym -”

“The fuck you will!” she yelled, grabbing at me. I backed up and instead of a firm grip on my shoulders she ended up with a loose two-handed grip on my shirt, but she used this to pull me back towards her. She tried to get her arms around me again but I went around to the side, kicking her right knee out; she went down to one knee and I kind of didn’t know what to do next. By the time I decided to just go behind her and push her down it was too late, as she’d gotten back up and made another grab at me. This time she had more luck, picking me right off the ground and throwing me back to the grass again. It wasn’t pleasant, but this didn’t really hurt any more than the first time; I guess she hadn’t been in many fights recently either as she was kind of just dropping me instead of slamming me down, and wasn’t inflicting much damage. She must have realized this as she ran and jumped at me with a scream, looking to splash all of her weight against me. I rolled out of the way and she hit the ground hard, the soft turf cushioning her impact as well. We both got up to our knees and faced off.

“Just give me that god-damned phone and I won’t have to kick your ass,” she barked.

“Fuck you! That’s my gym!”

With a deep roar she charged me from her knees, leaping up from her feet and running at me - well, that makes it sound a little faster than it actually happened; I had plenty of time to roll out of the way and she and she chugged past me, taking a few steps to stop and turn back around to face me. By the time she managed to do so I was charging her myself; I slammed into her, my shoulder smacking into her fat gut, but I didn’t have enough force to actually take her down; I ended up bent over in front of her with my arms around her midsection. She slammed a double ax-handle blow into my back and I went down, hitting the soft ground on my chest. She tried to sit down on my back, but I scooted away from her and up to my feet.

“You’re a fast little fucker,” she panted. “But I’m gonna catch you sooner or later.”

“You’re strong,” I admitted. I went to say “But I’m gonna-” and then realized I had no way to end that sentence, so I just ended up complimenting her instead of tacking on a threat. She came at me more cautiously this time, her hands wide in front of her, throwing big, powerful slaps; I knew these would hurt like a mother if she caught me, but luckily they were pretty slow, and I managed to duck and weave around them. I came in on her, repaying her punch to the tummy, feeling my fist sink into her soft stomach. She groaned, but wasn’t as stunned as I’d hoped, grabbing my T-shirt with both hands and yanking it up, blinding me and trapping my arms. She punched me in the stomach, and I bent over; I knew I couldn’t take many hits like that if I wanted to keep fighting. She picked me up again, and this time unfortunately she wised up and got some more power into the move, slamming me down on my back on the grass. I managed to get the T-shirt off over my head, but that was the end of the good news for me as Sunita laid down next to me, snaking her big thighs around my midsection, locking in a powerful scissors. Crushing pain shot through my body as she started squeezing.

“Fuck!” I gasped. “Get off!”

“Sure, once you give up!”

I didn’t have the oxygen for any response; I tried to reach for her ankles to try and yank her legs apart, but she grabbed my right arm (the one closer to her) and pulled it out straight, trapping it. Not sure what else to even try I used my left hand to grab one of her thick ankles and pulled. It was useless; she had me trapped, and I heard myself gasping, hoping that maybe the thick sheen of sweat covering us both would let me escape. I tried to shimmy out, but her thighs had me stuck. In desperation I started slapping her legs with my free hand, but after a few minutes I couldn’t manage even this as my vision started swimming. I closed my eyes, and after another minute or two I felt her releasing me; she must’ve decided I was finished and wasn’t far off. I lay there panting, holding my aching midsection, as she got to her feet and went looking for my phone.

If she’d found it quickly enough the fight would have been over right there, but it wasn’t easy; it had gone flying who knows where, the dark screen was facing up, and there wasn’t exactly a ton of light to look by. As she kept searching, cussing quietly to herself, I managed to recover, taking big breaths and coming back to my senses; it felt like ten or twenty minutes before she finally tripped over it, and by then I had rolled over and gotten back up. I watched her bend over and pick it up; she must’ve heard me and turned just in time to take the full force of my charge, and this time I had enough momentum to take her down to the ground. My phone went flying out of her grasp as she hit the grass on her back. I knew she’d be cushioned by the soft stuff she was landing on and made sure I came down on top of her, for any good that did; I ended up laying on her as she immediately started trying to get up. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the ground, but I had more trouble with her lower body; I attempted a grapevine, but I didn’t really know how to do this right, and her thrashing legs prevented me from even getting it loosely locked on. She managed to buck me off, but I’d succeeded at winding her, and ass she sat up I attacked. Since she’d pulled my shirt off I figured this was fair for me to to do too, copying her by grabbing her shirt, pulling it up to blind her and trap her arms. I laid a few solid hits into her belly before she managed to throw it off and free herself. She stood up, snarling, and put her hands up like a boxer, offering me a fist-fight; I accepted, hoping my speed would keep me safe, as she charged at me throwing wild punches. I weaved past a massive right and hit her back, meaning to get her in the solar plexus but accidently smashing my right fist into her left breast; I’d thrown a hook, and her tit went flying out of her bra as she wailed in surprise, her hands frozen in shock as I dropped my hands and apologized: “I didn’t mean to do that! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said slowly. I put my fists back up, but instead of copying my stance she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her huge tits rolling free, drooping down over her stomach. “There, now you can get some real shots in!”

“That’s not -” But she was already coming at me. I threw a punch at her head, but it was telegraphed as she easily blocked it with her forearm, coming in and punching me right in the dick. I’m sure you can imagine how this felt and I fell over, screaming and holding myself. “Stop crying,” she barked, reaching down and unbuttoning my shorts. “You’ll be fine.” She pulled my bottoms off, although luckily my underwear stayed on; I backed her off with a kick, slowly getting to my feet.

“Anything goes,” she told me over her raised fists. “Unless you want to quit while you’re ahead?”

“Sure, just leave me the gym-”

Well, that was the wrong thing to say as she charged me with a scream, leading with a right-handed punch. I went to the side, throwing my own punch deep into her soft tummy, stopping her dead. I had an idea and grabbed the waistband on her shorts, pulling them down to her ankles with one hard yank, accidently taking her underwear along as well. Sunita didn’t seem surprised at all - I was hoping she’d try to take a step and trip, but she simply reached down and finished the job herself, pushing her bottoms to her feet and stepping out of them. I stood there dumbly with my mouth hanging open until she grabbed my underwear in return; too late I reached for the waistline to hold them up, but she pulled them all the way down with a smile. Not wanting to get trapped in them I stepped out myself, and we were both totally naked now, my cock embarrassingly hard.

“Hey, Rob. Are you sure you don’t want to give up? Isn’t it pretty embarrassing getting your ass kicked and loving it this much?”

“Whatever,” I muttered, feeling myself blush. “Isn’t it embarrassing - uh - um.”

“Okayyyyy,” she laughed, then attacked, lunging at my dick. I managed to step back out of her range, leaving her bent over in front of me. I got my left arm around her head and threw myself backwards in a sloppy DDT, driving the top of her head into the ground. Unfortunately, while this works great on TV, I forgot that’s usually a solid floor or wrestling mat; instead of her head smacking into a hard surface and bouncing off, she just kind of sunk into the soft grass and dirt, rolling away and looking slightly dazed, but nothing more. I came at her hoping to press the attack while she was at least stunned, but she reared back and gave me a shove so big I was forced back several steps, and before I could come at her again she was back on her feet.

We circled and she opened with a big elbow aimed at my stomach. I darted around it, closing in and wrapping my arms around her body, trying to ignore the distraction of her huge sweaty tits mushrooming against my bare chest. I tried to pick her up, but found to my intense embarrassment she was too heavy. Luckily she mistook my intention, instead thinking I was just trying to bearhug her; she returned the hold, wrapping her own big soft arms around my body and squeezing me right back. She definitely had the advantage in this hold, and when I tried to get away from her, pushing against her shoulders, she just laughed: “I thought you wanted to see who was stronger!”

“You are,” I gasped. “Let go!”

“Naaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh,” she lifted me off the ground, leaning backwards as she crushed me. In desperation I clapped my hands over her ears, and she screamed, releasing me; I fell down awkwardly, rolling away from her, but before I could get all the way to my feet she attacked, coming around behind me and re-applying the bearhug from behind, locking her arms just below my armpits, lifting me off the ground again, this time swinging me back and forth. This hurt like hell, and I couldn’t even muster the energy to scream as she worked the hold. I thought I could escape by throwing an ebow behind me at her head, but I couldn’t even lift my arms; I was too hurt and exhausted to anything but gasp and moan as she squeezed the fight out of me. She must’ve felt me going limp in her arms as before I passed out she threw herself forward. Landing on the soft grass and dirt wasn’t too bad, but my opponent’s weight crashing into me from above was, knocking any air I may have had left out of my body with authority.

I was totally at her mercy as she rolled off me. She flipped me onto my back and sat down on my stomach: “What do you say, Rob? You give up?”

I couldn’t even manage a “no,” but I shook my head. She sighed, tucking one long strand of dark hair behind her ear.

“Okay, we’ll do it the hard way.” She turned to face my feet and started backing up; the night sky was slowly covered by my opponent’s hips until I was staring up at her sweaty ass, which she lowered onto my face, my nose and mouth going between her big buttcheeks. She left me enough air to breathe a little bit - thank goodness; otherwise I’d have passed out in no time.

"You like smelling my ass back there?" She slapped my hard cock. "I guess you do!" She started jerking me off, in no hurry; her hand moved slowly, stopping at the tip of my cock to rub it with her thumb every few strokes before starting its descent again. I had some idea about letting her work me over like this as I recovered, but when I started to move she replied by leaning down and lapping her warm tongue against my tip. That was too much and I laid back, telling myself I wasn’t surrendering to pleasure, just biding my time as she continued stroking my cock and licking the tip for a few minutes; I knew this wasn’t realistic, but I was already starting to surrender the pleasure she was inflicting on me.

If I really had any thought of holding out and continuing the fight, it disappeared as she took my tip between her lips; I moaned into her fat ass as she started slowly working her mouth down my shaft. I felt one hand pushing my legs apart, the other gently kneading and squeezing my balls as she bottomed out. My left hand was on her big butt, and I made a token attempt to stop her with my right, but she easily pinned my hand to the ground, her other one still teasing my balls. I gasped and writhed under her as she blew me, lasting maybe a minute or two before I gave it all up. I came on a downstroke and she just held me between her lips as I finished, my hips weakly bucking as I shot my load into her mouth; she swallowed it all, keeping me there until my cock started to deflate post-orgasm, giving it a few painful sucks before she let my dick fall out of her mouth.

She climbed off me, spinning around so that we were face to face; she leaned down and kissed me, my mouth invaded by her tongue, which she swirled around mine. I felt her hand on my cock, just teasing it with her index finger and thumb. She broke the kiss, murmuring “Stay hard for me,” then leaned down and started licking and sucking on my neck, her other hand playing with my nipples. We spent a pleasant few minutes like this until I was able to start getting really hard again. Feeling me at full extension she slid back; I thought she was going to go for a cowgirl mount, instead watching puzzled as she got to her feet, straddling my hips. She faced away from me, then reached down, grabbing my ankles, pulling my legs up and apart; she almost had me in a boston crab, except I was facing the wrong way, and it didn’t hurt at all. I watched in a trance as she lowered herself, and realized too late what she was doing as she speared herself on my cock. She bottomed out with a moan, not moving for a moment, just squeezing and releasing her pussy muscles; I tried to push up, but she had my hips pinned down to the grass, and I wouldn’t be able to do that unless she allowed me. She started fucking me, slowly, taking her time as I moaned under her. Only having cum once already let me last any time at all. After a few minutes of this she called over her shoulder:

“Aaaahhh, you like this, Rob? You’re gonna cum for me like this, right?”

Well, I still had a little fight left in me, somehow; I waited until she reached the top of a stroke, then thrust up and started fucking her from below. This did not get the reaction I was hoping for as she gasped “Rob, what do you think you’re doing?” I didn’t bother answering; she’d put herself in a strong position, and it was hard enough to fuck her the way I wanted without also engaging in witty repartee. For her part, Sunita could have just lowered her hips to stop me, but between moans she told me: “All right, Rob, if you can finish me off like this, I’ll admit you win.”

Filled with renewed determination I continued pumping away at her. It wasn’t easy - I aimed to keep my strokes short, but she kept moving her hips just enough to prevent me from doing this; at least I saw her legs quivering, which I took as a good sign. (Looking back, it was probably just the position she was in making her legs tired.)

Unfortunately, I couldn’t finish her off - after just a little bit of vigorously fucking her I felt myself getting close, and I knew I’d have to get her off soon or I was done. I wasn’t as in control as I thought, and I had to abruptly stop;

I was one stroke away from cumming. She looked over her shoulder at me with a smile: “Rob, what’s the matter? You stopped. Could it be - “ she started sliding down, slowly, taking me right up to the edge - “are you about to lose? Hmmm?” She slid back up, keeping me the tiniest bit of sensation away from a climax. “You want me to finish you off?” She began another downstroke. “All you have to do is say it.”

“Please,” I whined.

“Please what?” she finished the stroke.

“Please… finish me.”

“Yeahhhhhhhh?” another upstroke. “That means you give up, right?” She held her hips still, just squeezing my dick, aching with the need for release, with her pussy muscles.

“I give up.”

With that she started fucking me quickly; two or three jackhammer strokes of her hips was all it took for me to finish, spurting shot after shot of the biggest climax I could remember into her warm pussy. She kept going until I was dry, then dropped my legs, taking a few steps forward and straddling my face; she administered a the face-sit, rubbing her cummy, musky pussy over my nose and mouth. For a second she pushed her hips down, grinding her crotch against me, but then she moved up a bit, just enough for me to get my tongue out and start licking her snatch.

“How’s that taste, Rob?” she gasped. ”You just love licking your own stuff out of my snatch, don’t you?”

“Mmfmfhfmfmgggh,” I agreed.

“Is that a yes?” She gently bounced her crotch against my face. “Feels like a yes. Are you gonna make me cum, Rob?”

“Mffaaaffmfmmfff,” I promised.

“Is that a yes, too?” It was; I finished her with my mouth, although she helped herself along, reaching down to play with her clit as I tongue-fucked her pussy. Her climax was explosive when it arrived; I heard her wailing and I held onto her hips as I worked her through it, her thighs tensing against my head helplessly as she went over the edge, soaking my face with her juices. When she finished she rolled off me, and we both just lay there panting for a while; I felt her taking my right hand in hers, squeezing it gently as I looked up at the starry summer sky.

“Umf,” she finally groaned as she sat up. “Where did that thing go?” She got to her feet and walked around for a minute, then I heard her crow “Yeahhhhh, here it is!” She came over to me, holding my phone; It was locked with the fingerprint sensor, but she simply grabbed my hand and mashed my index finger against it, unlocking it. To my surprise, she didn’t even open Pokemon Go, just flipped to the address book app and punched in her name and number. Then she threw the phone at me with a casual “You better go get cleaned up, you look like you just got your ass kicked” before getting dressed and leaving me there naked, sweaty, and covered in grass. It took ten minutes before I could move, twenty minutes to get dressed and stagger back to the dorm, and two days before I captured the gym back.

You Want Me to Kick Her Ass?

“Hey, Nita. I need a favor.”

“Sure, what is it?” I was used to doing things for Diane. We’re best friends, and she was now so pregnant that she was having trouble even moving around; to give her and her husband a break, I’d been picking up groceries, doing laundry, cooking for them, you name it. I didn’t mind - I’m sure she’d do the same for me, and I had to turn down her or her husband trying to offer me money several times. So I was ready to do whatever she wanted, but she wouldn’t tell me at first: “It’s a bit weird, so I want you to hear me out before you say no, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll do it.”

“Nita, please. You’ve already done so much for me, I feel bad asking for anything else-”

“I’ll do it.”

“Stop it!” she scolded, laughing. “Okay, let me get it out first, would you? Ahem. I, uh - um, there’s no easy way to say this; will you be my champion?”

“What?”

“Listen, um, there’s this lady I met in lamaze class, and then we ended up in the same Facebook mom group, and we just, you know, we can’t stand each other. I’d love to knock her out, but - “

“Diane! You can barely get to the bathroom and back!”

“So you’ll do it? You don’t ha-”

“I’ll do it!”

I got the whole story; Diane had picked me because I do boxercise, and also because I’m pretty tall (5’10”) and in pretty good shape - whenever I wore a tank top or sleeveless shirt, she liked feeling the muscles in my arms. My opponent was going to be, I assumed, a friend of Luann, the woman Diane had crossed paths with. It was going to be a boxing match, which meant I already had all my stuff (Diane offered to get me a whole new outfit and gloves, which I turned down nicely). The moderator of the Facebook group, Jen, would be reffing, although it didn’t sound like there was much for her to do; there were no rounds or anything, me and whoever my opponent was would just get in there and hit each other until one of us couldn’t get up or chose to stay down. We’d be fighting in a gym out by Boone street - apparently there was going to be a full-size boxing ring, which I’d never been in before.

The night of the fight we got there early so I could get dressed - sky-blue sports bra, silk trunks, short blue boxing boots with white laces, and blue gloves with white trim. Diane helped me with my hair - it came almost down to the waistband on my shorts, and she wrestled it into a long, thick braid with bangs in the front, then applied just a touch of waterproof mascara and eyeliner.

“Well, let me get a look at you!” she chirped after she was done. I hit a few poses while she took pictures with her phone. I think I looked pretty good, smiling as snapped away. My skin was medium-light in the somewhat harsh overhead locker room light, the makeup bringing out my eyes - shoot, I should have packed my black lipstick; that really would have looked awesome. I have a round face, and the pictures where I’m smiling came out better than the ones where I’m mean’ muggin; I just couldn’t make myself look convincingly mean, where I have, if I say so myself, a very nice smile.

Bodywise I was feeling pretty confident. I’m still trying to drop some weight doing boxercise, and I have broad shoulders and wide hips; my arms are strong - I’ll open any pickle jar you got - and I didn’t doubt I could get a lot of power into my punches. My 40DDs looked great in my top if I’m to be asked, and I was ready to put on a show.

Diane and I headed out to the ring. Diane took her spot in the seats; I got into the ring, where Jen, the ref, was waiting for me, along with a pregnant woman… where was the person I was gonna fight? The pregnant woman waddled up to me, and with a start I realized she was wearing boxing gloves. “Luann,” she introduced herself.

“Nita.” She held out her gloves and I stared at them dumbly.

“Touch ‘em!” she barked and I did so.

“So, uh… so… wait, you’re not gonna fight me yourself, are you?”

“Duh,” she scoffed. “I’m not scared like your little bitch friend!” she shrieked at Diane, who was staring at her in shock.

I stook a step back to take in Luann. She was taller than average, but still shorter than me at 5’8”, and weighed considerably less, with narrower shoulders and hips, and almost no butt. Her arms didn’t look too big, but there was some sleek muscle on her. She had B-cups, already slightly dribbling - I wasn’t surprised; Diane had almost ruined one of her best shirts leaking herself - and looked at least seven months pregnant with a huge, round belly.

She had a heart-shaped face with small features - deep set green eyes and a little, pouty mouth. On closer inspection she had very slightly crossed eyes, which actually made her look kind of cute. Her blonde hair came down just past her chin, longer on the left then the right. She was wearing daisy dukes, a pair of beat-up old red leather boxing gloves and nothing else. I guess my surprise was evident on my face as she sneered: “Yeah, take a good look, bitch!” She turned to yell at Jen: “Take her top off. I wanna fight topless.” Luann turned back to me: “Unless you’re chicken? You scared, bitch?”

“Never,” I barked. Jen came around behind me and unhooked my sports bra, easing it off my shoulders as I lifted my arms. “You like these?” I yelled at Luann. “You wish your saggy milk sacks looked like this!”

“Fuck you!” Luann screamed, walking up to me until we were nose to nose. “You fuckass! I’m gonna break every bone in your body, bitch! And I’m gonna love every second!  Yeah, gonna take my time with you!” She took a step back, dropping her gloves to her waist, leaving herself completely open. “Go ahead, take a free one.” She arched her back, shoving her big round belly right at me. “C’mon, bitch! I’m giving you a free hit! Come on!” She took a step forward, her gut smacking into me.

Well, I couldn’t hit her in the tummy, but the rest of her was fair game; I drew back my glove and slammed a huge right into Luann’s face. She stumbled back with the impact, covering her face with her gloves, yelling “Bitch!” into them (it seemed to be every other word out of her mouth). Trying to finish her quick I followed, slamming hooks into her ribs; she ate a few before launching a counterattack with a snarl, slamming a right uppercut into my left breast, sending it flying upward as I screamed in pain. They never taught me this shit in boxercise class! My hands froze and Luann ripped off a combo to my head, starting with a right-left-right series of quick jabs, then two harder straight punches, then a right hook that slammed into my jaw with so much force I was seeing stars. My whole body turned with the impact, and I ended up falling down on my chest, landing right on my tits on the mat for good measure. Jen came over to start counting me out as Luann screamed at Diane: “This is your tough bitch?! She didn’t even go a minute with me!”

I was up on my knees at two, standing by four; I don’t know what kind of experience Jen had with topless pregnant grudge match boxing, but she at least saw I was wobbly and gave me a standing eight. I shook my head, trying to clear it as I closed with Luann again. Luann didn’t look super strong, but she definitely knew how to throw a punch; I’d have to keep my guard up or she’d be able to do some real damage. As we came into range Luann opened with a quick jab at my chest. I found my instincts working against me as I was used to punches at my head, ribs or midsection, and if she’d aimed a punch at any of those targets I think I could have blocked it - but she didn’t, and her jab hit home, her glove smacking straight into my left breast. This hurt, a lot, and I froze, leaving myself open for Luann’s followup combo, starting with another jab, this one landing slightly off-center on my right boob, then three quick hooks to the jaw, finishing with a powerful uppercut to my midsection. I gasped, my knees going weak at the impact, and had to brace my gloves on her shoulders to stay standing. Sneering victoriously, Luann laid in another uppercut, then a third, and that was all I could take as I collapsed to the mat, knocked down for the second time in two minutes.

Jen started counting me out slowly; I took a few seconds to lay there panting, catching my breath as Luann circled me. I was up by six, raising my gloves and facing off with Luann. Damn, I had to remember not to let her start up one of those combos; she was definitely quicker than me, and although I was stronger, she was still strong enough to knock me down once she got going. So what was I going to do against her?

Now normally I’d work her body to wear her down, but without being able to hit her in the stomach that wasn’t an option; ribs, tits and head it was. I decided to wager that my strength would give me the edge if we went toe-to-toe; my opponent was no slouch when it came to delivering hits, but I wasn’t either, and I trusted my power and endurance to beat hers. I put my gloves on my hips and issued a challenge I thought she wouldn’t refuse: “Come get me, bitch!”

She accepted and came in leading with a lunging right aimed at my chest. I blocked this easily and returned a right uppercut that went straight where I wanted it, my rising glove smacking into the bottom of Luann’s breast, hitting it so hard it flew straight up, then followed with a beautiful left hook, sending her tit flying, squirting a long strand of milk as Luann screamed. I stepped in and aimed a slower, stronger hit, smashing my right glove into the center of her face. Luann took a single step back, arms windmilling, then sat down with a heavy grunt. Jen came over and started counting, but it was clear Luann was more angry than hurt as she hopped back to her feet and shoved Jen away.

Would my opponent take the bait twice in a row? I hoped so and advanced on her, gloves held loosely at my side, thrusting my chest at her; but she wised up, fooling me as she faked a right at my chest, then unleashed a left hook that hit me in the jaw. With my gambit failed, my gloves were hopelessly out of position and she followed up with a straight left into my stomach, then two fast hooks to my ribs; I backed up frantically, not wanting her to finish this combo with another knockdown, getting lucky as she didn’t expect me to basically run away from her, and I successfully got out of her range.

“Fuckin’ coward,” she spat, waving me towards her with her gloves. “Come fight me, bitch!” I put my gloves up, took a deep breath and approached her. It occured to me that I had a slight reach advantage and decided to try using this; combined with a small skill advantage - my opponent was good, but she was clearly a brawler, not a boxer - I might be able to headhunt her with long punches, staying out of her range.

This worked pretty well to start with - Luann tried to come right in on me, eating a stiff left hook to the jaw that made her pause; I got her with a right jab to the ribs, then a left hook that made her grunt as my glove smacked into her right breast. But then I whiffed as she backstepped away from me; I had thought she was stunned and took a second to build power for a big right, but I ended up only hitting air, leaving myself totally exposed. Luann came in and started smacking my tits around like speedbags. I covered my chest with my arms, which of course left the rest of my body open; Luann slammed a left into my stomach, then unleashed h a massive right hook that slammed into the side of my head. I fell down to my knees, and Luann put me down with a straight left to my face, leaving me flat on my back.

I wasn’t feeling too good as Jen started counting me out for the third time. I looked at Diane, and our eyes locked for a second; it looked like she was trying not to cry. I thought about staying down for a second until I felt Luann’s bare foot pressing into my crotch.

“Get up, bitch!” Luann shrieked at me. “I’m not done with your ass yet!” I reached down and pushed her leg away from me with her gloves. Jen was up to six, but Luann went over to her and shoved her, stopping her from counting. I slowly got up and Luann retreated, letting Jen give me a standing eight.

I tried to think of another strategy to use, but my head was getting a little wooly from Luann’s repeated head hits; maybe I could trick her, make her think I was almost knocked out and get her to throw caution to the wind, come in to try and finish me off. I left my guard a little ragged, the gap between my gloves a little too far; I was afraid I’d have to take a hit or two to lure Luann into my trap, but she went right for it with a war cry, trying to shoot her right glove through the gap and at my tits. I took the hit on my left glove at the last second, relishing the look of surprise on Luann’s face, and unleashed a very satisfying right hook, my glove smashing into her jaw and turning her head. On pure instinct I started unleashing a left uppercut to her stomach and had to stop myself, unfortunately giving Luann enough time to recover and she started throwing a hurricane of quick jabs at my face and chest. I took them all on my gloves or forearms, waiting for my chance to get a counterpunch. Normally it wouldn’t be long in coming, but I had to remind myself I couldn’t hit her in the stomach; instead of powering a punch into her tummy, I had to block a dozen hits before I could get her with a high left hook, hitting her in the side of the head. She froze, but as I came in to unleash a combo, I stepped right on the pool of milk I’d caused her to deposit with an earlier punch; I’d forgotten completely about it and my foot slipped out from under me, then my leg went straight up as I fell back with a yell of surprise.

I hit the mat hard, but hopped up to my feet before Jen could even come over to count; I wasn’t hurt, but I’d lost my chance to really unleash on Luann, who was now wearing an incredibly annoying smirk as we closed up. Now I know I should have deployed a careful attack, probing with jabs, or trying to get her hands out of position, or laying a trap for her, but by this point in the match I wasn’t thinking too straight, and instead with a roar I threw a huge right hook right at her face. Luann ducked back, letting my glove sail past her harmlessly, then stepped back in and slammed a devastating uppercut into my stomach. I ended up leaning against her, resting my gloves on her shoulders; she started laying in repeated hooks to my stomach, keeping me too stunned to move, then started mixing in uppercuts to my tits, her gloves repeatedly slamming into the undersides of my boobs, sending them flying up. I took a dozen hits before I couldn’t stand, even supporting myself on her, slowly sinking down in front of her until I was on my knees, one arm covering my chest, the other over my stomach. I looked up at Luann just in time to see her knockout punch speeding at my face; she hit me with a massive right straight punch, hitting me so hard I think I blacked out for a second. The next thing I knew I was flat on my back and Jen was at three. I felt blood oozing out of my nose as I shook my head. With a groan I started getting up; when Diane saw what I was doing she started pleading with me that I’d done enough and I should stay down, but I felt myself climbing to my feet, almost running on autopilot.

My body seemed to be moving on its own as I took up a sloppy guard; I felt dreamlike as Luann came in, easily dodging the slow, sludgy left I aimed at her. She landed a sharp right straight on my belly button; my gloves dropped and she came in on me, wrapping her arms around my body.

We clinched, and I don’t think Jen knew much about boxing as she didn’t move to break this up; she also didn’t do anything as Luann started hammering my left side with short punches. I didn’t know what to do - any real ref (sorry, Jen) would never have allowed this, so I’d never trained for this situation. Luann got a half-dozen unanswered clubbing hits on my side, then started pushing me backwards. I tried to brace my feet and halt us both, but this prompted her to land another hit to my aching side, and that was enough to stop me from resisting as she finished walking me across the ring, pressing my back into the ropes. Jen still didn’t break this up, and Luann and I hugged for a second. I braced myself for her to start beating one me again, but instead she slipped her glove between my legs.

I didn’t realize what she was doing for a second as she started rubbing my pussy through my silk trunks. This felt surprisingly good; the silk bunched up against her glove, and I heard myself moaning at the sweet sensation. She pressed herself up on me, rubbing her hard nipples against mine, then leaned in and started licking my neck. I tried to push her away, but I had a bad angle and couldn’t get any space between our bodies. Well, two could play at this game, and I slid my own hand between her legs - she couldn’t close her thighs with the way we were standing - and started rubbing her pussy right back. I felt Luann stop sucking on my neck long enough to emit a low moan; encouraged, I kept working her with my glove. We were in a race, and unfortunately Luann had a considerable headstart on me, but I thought I had a good chance of beating her; looking back, this was probably down to my head being clouded with pleasure, further slowing and confusing my thoughts which were already disordered from my opponent’s repeated head punches.

I pushed my body against hers as we gloved each other; our nipples pressed together, and we panted in each other’s ears; every once in a while one of us would moan, my spirits rising when I heard Luann do it in my ear, and my opponent giggling when I couldn’t help myself and released a gasp of pleasure in hers. I tried to ignore her gloved hand rubbing my silk shorts against my pussy, I tried to ignore the feeling of her soft body pressing against mine, I tried to ignore her nipples poking into and circling my own, and I tried to ignore the sounds she was making, focusing on getting her to her climax before she got me to mine.

It was a race I lost as I realized with rising panic that I was almost there; I felt my legs shaking, my breathing turning into a high, panting gasp. My predicament did not escape my opponent’s notice and Luann went for the kill, her hand moving faster and pressing up; I desperately tried to push her away, but even with my full strength this would have been difficult, and I had no power left. Then it was too late, and I leaned back against the ropes, tossing my head back and screaming in ecstasy as Luann finished me; I came hard against her glove, the pleasure washing away everything else, leaving me so weak that only Luann’s left arm around my body and my right arm leaning against the top rope kept me standing. She pulled me away from the ropes, releasing me from the clinch; I fell to my hands and knees and she braced her foot on my back, pushing me down to the mat on my chest.

“Fuck, you got me all worked up,” Luann panted. “You’re gonna have to finish what you started. But first - “ she waved Jen over with a glove - “Don’t get up, weak bitch!”

Jen started counting me out. I didn’t know if I could have stood even if I wanted to; by six I managed to roll over onto my back, but when I tried to sit up I found I didn’t have the strength. As Jen kept going Luann got on all fours next to me, biting the waistband of my bottoms; I instinctively lifted my hips off the mat and she pulled my trunks all the way off, then got up and stared down at me as Jen finished counting the knockout. At ten, I half expected Luann to yell in triumph or start taunting me, but she was still just looking down at me with a intense stare; then she shimmied out of her shorts, kicking them aside and straddling my head. Oh, god. I had a second to stare up as Luann slowly lowered her hips, pressing her pregnant pussy into my nose and mouth. She sighed happily as she started riding my face, giving my tits some lazy hits and smacks as she ground her crotch against my face. She wasn’t up there long - I’d gotten her pretty worked up as she’d said - and in just a little bit I felt her approaching her climax, her face riding getting wilder and rougher as she went over the edge, grinding against my face as she howled in pleasure.

She got off me and I hoped that was all; my face was slick with sweat and my opponent’s juices, burning with humiliation at how she’d womanhandled me. But she wasn’t through with me yet. She got on top of me, straddling my midsection.

“Yeah, I’m your mommy now!” Luann yelled. “Nasty Nita!” She shoved her tits in my face. “Drink up, little girl!”

I turned my head to her right nipple, taking it into my mouth. Her breast milk flooded into my mouth. It actually didn’t taste bad - like regular milk, but a little sweeter. I felt Luann sighing happily as I swallowed. She switched breasts and I sucked on her other nipple, getting another mouthful of milk. “Good girl,” Luann patronizingly rubbed my head with her boxing glove. “But, you know what’s next? It’s time for your punishment! That’s right, Naughty Nita! Come on!” She got off me, ordering me to get up on all fours; she went behind me and started spanking my bare ass, her boxing glove still on and not doing much to cut down on how much this hurt. I had to bite down a yelp with each impact, which became more and more difficult as she kept laying spanks on the same spot on my butt; eventually the stinging hits were too much, and I started crying, both from the pain and the humiliation; I’d let Diane down, and now I was completely under Luann’s power.

“Aw, my little girl!” Luann teased me. “Does that hurt too much? Tell Mommy you’re sorry and I’ll stop!”

“I’m sorry,” I sobbed.

“I’m sorry who!!” Luann gave me another swat.

“I’m sorry, Mommy!”

She got up, standing in front of me and presenting me with her sweaty foot.

“Show Mommy how sorry you are!”

I gave the top of her foot a kiss, but when I looked up to see if this is what she wanted she had her arms crossed angrily under her breasts. I went back in, pathetically determined to make Luann happy, licking the perspiration from between her toes. “Good girl!” Luann yelled. “All right, it’s time for Mommy to put you to bed!” She gave me a swat on the butt, leading me over to one of the corners; she laid me down, the back of my head resting on the bottom turnbuckle. She sat on my hips, then started blasting me with blockbuster hooks, smacking my head back and forth with each hit;  soon my vision was swimming again, and I felt myself drooling as she landed punch after punch. She must’ve switched to straights as the last thing I remember was one of them landing square in the middle of my face, stars exploding with the impact, and the one after that must’ve knocked me out. I came to back at home in bed, and I spent the next two days recovering as Diane fussed over me, although the bruises and black eyes lasted a few weeks longer than that.