Amelia’s boobs go for round 2

“Biiiillllyyyy…”

The voice roused him, as he lay in a heap. With a snort, he came to. The champ mindlessly lifted up a hand, to wipe away the drool on his face, only to find that he was wearing a boxing glove.

Woozy as can be, having just been suffocated by tits, Billy could only groan and lift his head slowly as he let his gloved hand drop again. His eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the boxing gym, and he saw Amelia standing over him. Waiting for him, as he woke up.

She had her hands on her hips. Her hips were cocked to the side. And she leered down at him with the most proud, smug expression he’d ever seen on a woman. Wh-What the fuck did she gave to be so happy about…?

“What… Unngghhhzz… What hap-happn’d…?” Billy moaned, still coming to. “Did you… Did I… Uhhhh…?”

Amelia grinned. Wow, he was out of it. This was great.

“Billy… It was my boobs,” she informed him, proudly. “My /boobs/ knocked you out. All of your training, and you just… Lost. None of it mattered against my natural gifts.”

Her hands went to her boobs, feeling them up and lifting them slightly - she was still herself in awe at what they had accomplished. Billy’s eyes followed along as Amelia gave them a gentle squeeze, and another lift. Proudly feeling herself up in front of the downed boy.

“You literally fell asleep on me… Right in here…”

She took a finger and pointed at her chest, then began tracing a circle between her large breasts. Marking exactly where he had been when consciousness failed him.

Billy had woken up enough to understand now. And he was fucking pissed. This bitch… She really knocked him out in his own club? He needed to remind her who he was. He needed to put some fear in her.

“Sh-Shut up,” Billy said, trying to sound intimidating as he sat slumped at her feet. “If you tell anyone about this, I’m going to kick your fucking-“

“Stop. Stop trying to act tough.” Amelia cut him off, much to his surprise. “Don’t you get it? Billy, you /fainted/ because your face was between my tits! You can’t act like some big scary man anymore! I literally put you to sleep! With THESE!”

Amelia leaned forward and hefted her breasts with her hands. Billy gasped involuntarily as the objects of his destruction were brought dangerously close to his face again - but he still couldn’t help but stare. Amelia gave her chest a little shake with her hands.

“Take a good long look. As long as it takes for it to sink in. You LOST, Billy. You got knocked out. It’s over. You’re done. Alright? You’re done.”

Billy complied, staring into her breasts wordlessly, as reality set in.

Fuck… He got knocked out. This bitch had knocked him out. She had literally put him to sleep, while he was in the middle of fighting her her, after she’d told everyone about how he’d lost to her mom. Oh god…

“Boxing doesn’t even matter. Boobs are better.”

Amelia’s words passed through him. He was lost, staring at the girl’s busty chest, just letting his doom sink in. Billy licked his dry lips.

Amelia smiled as a thought came to her.

“Actually… Say it.” Amelia said, giving her tits another small shake. “Say boobs are better than boxing.”

Billy shook his head, almost in a daze.

“Wh-What? No, I…”

His words were cut off as Amelia quickly moved forward, shoving her tits in the slumped champion’s face. Billy’s eyes grew wide with panic as she began smothering him between them again.

“MMMFF!!”

“Say it! Admit you can’t win, because my tits are too big!” Amelia shouted. “It doesn’t matter how much you train. Why can’t you just accept that!?”

The busty girl was on a total power trip now. Billy was struggling in her tits, fighting for a breath he couldn’t have. This was awful. This was humiliating!

After a few more seconds of this, Amelia giggled. She took a handful of hair at the back of his head, and pulled him out of her tits. Billy gasped as he was finally pulled free, and able to breathe again.

“Want to go back to sleep?” she asked the fearsome boxing legend.

“N-Noooo,” Billy whined. “Pleasssee…”

Amelia stuffed him back in her boobs anyway. She wrapped his head up in a two-armed hug, pulling him tightly into her chest in a way that she knew he would never get out of.

She bit her lip, feeling so fucking good. This was Billy, the big bad boxing champ… Could she do it again? Could her boobs win for a second time? She had to know. Was this really it for him…?

Billy couldn’t move. Billy couldn’t breathe. This fucking bitch’s huge tits had him trapped and suffocating. There was nothing he could do.

He struggled against her. His weak, exhausted arms came up, first to try push her back by the shoulders. When that didn’t work thanks to her booby headhug, he instead brought his hands to her smothering cow chest, and tried to spread those heavy boobs apart enough to catch a breath. That didn’t work either. Having her boobs in his hands was nice, but it didn’t get him any more air.

The champ tried everything. Pushing, shoving, struggling, begging… But try as he might, he just couldn’t get out. The bovine bitch had him trapped. Billy began tapping frantically on the side of her breast, hoping she would let him go out of mercy. He didn’t want to get knocked out like this again.

Amelia giggled, feeling this undefeatable legend **** and sputter against her tits.

“Oh my god, you’re SHIVERING!” she laughed. “Can you really not get out?”

“MMMPHHHH!” Billy’s muffled vibrations were all the response she got. He quickened his frantic tapping, sending ripples through the soft breast.

“HA! Wow, thanks mom. So I guess knocking you out is just a family trait,” Amelia grinned. “Honestly, what does my sister see in you…?”

As her breasts stole away the oxygen his brain needed so badly, his struggles slowed to a crawl. His tapping grew softer, slower, more labored… Soon his struggling stopped altogether. All that was left was a slow, exaggerated tapping on her boob.

“Giving up already~? You’re going so weak…”

Amelia was in disbelief. This was it. The moment of truth. His last chance to show some great burst of strength, and break free… And as the seconds ticked by, the moment never came. He blew it, and Amelia knew it. He was slow, sloppy, and almost out of oxygen already. Those tits had fucked him up beyond repair.

“Ohmigod… You’re /such/ a fucking lightweight. So much for your boxing skills.”

It was all too much for him. The buxom girl had him defeated. His tapping stopped, and he let his hand rest beside him. He lay there, slumped, sealed by her headhug and totally at the mercy of her tits… And her tits had no mercy for arrogant boxers.

The last of his strength left him. His final struggles weakened and slowed. This was almost over.

“Lights out.”

Amelia’s final taunt was the last thing he heard before he finally went under. Fast asleep, the victim of another titty knockout.

Amelia kept her breasts tight to his face for a few more seconds after he went limp. She really wanted to smother him out good. Then, with a little kiss to the top of his head, she released him at last and pulled her chest off from his face.

His head fell back limply as Amelia rose, to admire her handiwork. Or her boobywork. And it was quite the work indeed. It was clear on Billy’s face that he was totally gone. So soundly… Asleep.

Wow. She was packing some lethal weapons. She had never imagined that her big, soft chest could hold such power.

“Amazing…” Amelia regarded her newfound heavy weapons with pure wonder.

She cupped one of her soft, bulky breasts and slowly bounced it in her hand, gazing down at the twice-defeated club champion lying toppled and humiliatingly spread-eagled before her. Up and down the boob was bounced, ever so slowly. Witnessing the man it had just put to sleep.

His unbreakable iron chin had been completely bypassed, and he was done. Her lethal fucking tits KO’d the club champ, twice.

“Stay down, Billy.”

Amelia’s fingers sunk into the heavy boob as satisfaction ran through her. This was almost too good.

Happy with her victory, she turned and left him slumped and sleeping in the corner of the gym. Spread-eagled. His boxing gloves still on the ends of his useless arms. His head still hanging back in utter, dreamy, defeat.