Amelia uses her boobs to win

“Billy, stop!” she pleaded, reaching out with both arms as he came upon her.

The busty girl snatched him up in a tight, fearful hug, afraid of what he might to do her. Billy’s face was **** down into her soft, heavy breasts by the unexpected embrace.

“Get your fucking tits out of my face!” Billy growled, putting his gloved hands on her shoulders and pushing her back, to break the embrace.

Amelia was **** to let go, but quickly rushed forwards to try again. Holding him in place was her only hope!

“Hold still!”

Amelia reached out and wrapped her arms around him once again. This time, she had his arms pinned at his sides, with her breasts squished up against his pecs. It was the only way the busty girl knew to stop him from being able to punch her.

“Please! You win!” Amelia said, feeling him wriggling against her soft chest to try and get his arms free. “You win already!”

She leaned further forwards into his chest and pressed her head to his shoulder, to stop him from being able to push her away again. Catching Billy on unsteady footing, unprepared for this second embrace so soon after he broke out of the first, Amelia was able to push a stumbling Billy around with the **** of her leaning. The entangled pair spin around, pushing Billy back - and into the corner of the ring.

“Amelia-!” he growled.

Unfortunately for Billy, as he was pushed back, he tripped. Billy stumbled, falling back at a bad angle, before landing semi-slumped in the corner. He grunted as his back made contact with the ringpost.

His slumped landing position meant a few different things. It meant that Amelia had all the leverage on him - it meant that his legs were too bent and awkward to be useful, as he couldn’t get any strength up through them like this - but worst of all… his semi-slumped positioning meant that, once again, her breasts were stuffed in his face. Thanks to his clumsy little trip, he was back buried deep in her busty cleavage.

“Mmmmpphh!!” Billy glared into her eyes angrily, his words muffled by those soft, heavy breasts. The press of her breasts wasn’t tight enough to stop him from breathing, but it was still a fucking embarrassing position to be in.

He wriggled in her grasp, trying to free his arms, but he was exhausted from his hard workout. The fast-twitch muscles he had trained for boxing strikes could be relied upon, but the strength needed to continuously push out of a tight grapple eluded him.

Amelia’s body was pure adrenaline. She was almost shaking, terrified of being hurt or knocked out again by the powerhouse wrapped up in her arms. She remembered the dizzy humiliation of the last time, and that fear gave her the power to hold him in place - at least for a moment.

She knew she could never beat him in a fight if he got out. It wouldn’t even BE a fight. She could barely throw a punch!

“Just listen! Listen to me!” Amelia begged.

Billy kept trying to wriggle out of her tight hug, to get back to a favorable position. With his arms pinned at his sides, there wasn’t much he could do. Her hugging arms were wrapped around him, just above the elbow, meaning that his biceps weren’t much use.

The good news was that the seal of her breasts wasn’t perfect, between her top getting in the way of her boobs, and her hugging **** being focused on his torso rather than on pulling his head into her chest. He wasn’t in any danger. He was just stuck.

“Mmmf! Let go of me!” Billy demanded, pulling his head slightly back and out of her cleavage.

“No!” Amelia replied, feeling somewhat safe for the first moment since he’d charged her.

With that she leaned forward, using her leverage to cement her hold on him. The action had the side effect of pushing him further into the corner - and with the back of his head against the ringpost, this also meant pulling his head deeper into her overwhelming chest.

A pang of fear struck him as he slowly sank deeper into her top. Deeper and deeper…

Shit. He was too exhausted from the training. His arms were like lead weights, moving only by willpower - and now they weren’t moving at all, thanks to her embrace. But the worst of it was those big tits. Because now, as deep into her immense cleavage as he was… He couldn’t breathe.

Billy’s struggles grew faster. He was almost writhing in her embrace, rolling side-to-side against the ringpost he was being held against. He tugged his arms upwards and shifted from one side to another, desperately trying to get an arm free.

“Stop! Stop!” he shouted into her chest. “I can’t fucking breathe!”

The words were muffled completely by her soft breasts. This stacked, unaware bitch was smothering him. And her big boobs had completely silenced him. His **** words were reduced to incomprehensible, pleasant vibrations through her body.

This bitch had told everyone that her mom knocked Billy out - first with her amateur punches, then with her big tits - and now, she was actually smothering Billy with her own pair!

This was fucked. This wasn’t right. She was just some stupid girl! Fuck this, he was getting out of here. He wasn’t going to lose like this. He wasn’t going to lose to some stacked slut.

When all else failed, Billy resorted to just wriggling and trying to push her away by her hips - but she had all the leverage, leaning down on top of him with his awkwardly bent legs, pushing him into the corner of the ring. She wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was he.

“Stop struggling! Just leave me alone!” Amelia tightened her hug, heart still pumping with adrenaline. “Say that you won’t attack me if I let go!”

Billy was starting to panic. Amelia was hugging him tightly. He was gasping for air. His vision was starting to blur, and black spots were slowly appearing one by one. He was losing. Holy shit… He was fucking losing.

“I’m trying to!” Billy screamed uselessly into her bulky breasts, in frustration.

“Calm down! Stop fighting me, and I’ll let you go! Just relax!”

Billy couldn’t keep this up. He’d wasted all of his oxygen, screaming and struggling. Even still, he was a champion. His willpower was indomitable. To the very end, he fought to get free. But it was a losing battle. This was over. He was getting so weak… And Amelia noticed.

Is he really trying? She thought, feeling him weakly writhe against her. Is he up to something…?

“I- I know you’re a great boxer. Okay? I know. I was just having some fun. I know you’re a real fighter.” Amelia tried to placate him.

Sh-Shit… These boobs… They were fucking him up. They were destroying him. The big, fat tits this bitch had inherited from her mom… They were actually fucking defeating him. He was about to lose to Amelia’s damned breasts.

Billy grew weaker. His eyelids flickered. His entire world was reduced to those soft boobs pressed against his face. He groaned, feebly.

No. No, no, no. He couldn’t lose. Not now. Not like this. But he was going to. He was going to fucking lose. No… He had to fight it…

This bitch’s tits… Were about to… Knock Billy…

Amelia held him tightly as his struggles slowed… Then stopped. Defeated, the boy’s eyes rolled up in his head. With a final, humiliating sigh, his body relaxed… And went still.

Feeling him go lax, Amelia was flooded with relief. Still holding him in place, she sighed in relief that he’d finally given up.

“Okay. See? I’m letting you go now.”

Amelia released him cautiously, and took a step back, still tense and half-expecting another charge. To her surprise, without her body there to hold his slumped body up… He dropped. His powerful body fell suddenly, and landed in a crumpled heap against the bottom of the ringpost, ****.

“Oh!” Amelia jumped, leaping back at the sudden toppling. His body’s quick movement had startled her, but a moment later, she realized she wasn’t in any danger.

Another moment passed. Billy didn’t move. What was he doing down there? Why wasn’t he getting up? Why was he… Staying down?

…Wait, no way…

…Was he fucking ****?

“…What…? How did I…?” Amelia spoke out loud, confused.

A very confused, still-somewhat-afraid Amelia stared down at the **** pile that was Billy. She took a cautious step towards him, and poked one of his limp arms with a toe.

“Ummm…?”

She gave the athletic boy’s muscled arm a few more pokes and prods.

“Billy?”

She wasn’t sure what to make of this. Why was he just… Asleep? Then, all at once, she gasped as the realization hit her. Her hands rushed to her chest and she hefted her breasts, staring down at them in awe.

“Did I really just…?”

Amelia gave them a lift, feeling their weight. No way…

The big strong athlete who had just single-handedly wiped the floor with the best that the boxing club had to offer… Was ****, in a crumpled heap, at her feet. Because she had just smothered him out in her tits.

This was unthinkable. She hadn’t realized the power she walked around with, stuffed into her shirts. Her boobs had just… /neutralized/ Billy. The threat to her safety had been eliminated by her stacked fucking tits.

“Hooooo-lyyyy shit…” she breathed, taking it all in.

She was amazed. He was down. And was that… A hint of /drool/ he’d left behind on her breasts? Ha!

“No way… No freaking way…”

He thought he was so cool. He thought he was so tough… But the school boxing champion just lost a fight to the overwhelming powerhouse of her bosom.

“Wow…” her fingers sunk into the softness of her boobs, in awe. She looked up, dragging her eyes from her victorious chest to stare at their defeated opponent. “Good night Billy…”

A smile played across her lips.

“I guess you’re not so tough after all.”

He had just been served up a nice helping of humble pie. Oh goodness, this was the perfect **** for knocking her out all that time ago… Taken out by tits. Sound asleep, silent and motionless. It felt so sweet.

She had no idea it would be so easy. She didn’t even know how to throw a real punch. And yet the fearsome champion was on the floor, fucking finished. Fucking knocked out.

A gasp escaped her. Holy shit. That was right. He was knocked out. She just knocked him out. Billy, fucking BILLY, just got stopped. Finished. Knocked. The fuck. Out. Ha!

Amelia couldn’t help but giggle, her fingers sinking into her soft breasts as she soaked in the delicious sight of an **** Billy. A knocked-out Billy. But there was nobody else around to see him like this… That was the one downside.

Amelia paused. She glanced down at her victorious boobs, then looked at his crumpled, limp heap again.

Hmmm… Nobody around to see…