Billy’s boob knockout is the talk of the town

Billy came in to school on Monday, in a bit of a bad mood, but very well-rested.

He stuffed his backpack into his locker, trying to tune out the cheerful morning chattering all around him. With how things had been going for him recently, he was just looking forward to the boxing club at the end of the day. He needed to hit something.

The undefeated champ had suffered a knockout loss to three different women now. His own mom, his annoying little sister, and that cheery bimbo Bianca, while he was supposed to be teaching here. Hell, both his mom and Bianca had knocked him out more than once. It wasn’t right.

He was going to set things back the way they were supposed to be, starting today. He was going to put a stop to this secret losing streak he was on, and reassert his position at the top. He was the fucking champion - a fucking prodigy. Getting slumped by untrained women was not how he was supposed to do things.

He sighed and closed his locker, ready to head to his first class and begin the day of waiting impatiently for boxing club to start. Before he could, though, a voice called out to him.

“Billy!”

He turned and looked. It was Sophie who approached him, the school’s Head Cheerleader, with concern all over her face.

“I know it’s not true. I’ve been telling everyone, but I think some of them still believe it. It’s ridiculous!”

Billy titled his head, confused.

“What’s not true?” he asked.

“My mom said she knocked you out. Like, facedown and asleep, knocked out. And my sister’s been telling everyone!”

Billy’s heart sank in his chest, and his face paled. No.

Throughout all of his recent humiliations, all of his losses and **** knockouts, there was one thing he had managed not to lose - his reputation.

Sure, his sister thought she was his superior. His mother thought she was some kind of boxing master, who had passed down only a fraction of those genes to her prodigy of a son. And Bianca probably didn’t think too much of his skill either. But to everyone else, he was still that same unbeatable, dominant champion, with an iron chin and all the talent you could cram into his fit, strong body.

Billy’s heart skipped a beat as he considered the idea that he might lose that reputation. Fuck, he would be a laughing stock. Knocked out by a noob? Smothered to sleep in her fucking tits? While you’re supposed to be teaching HER how to fight? He would be a joke! It would be a knockout he would never recover from!

No way. No WAY. If he was going out, if he was going to lose his fearsome reputation, it wasn’t going to be to Bianca. He wasn’t going to lose everything he had to some busty milf’s breasts.

Apart from his paling face, Billy managed to hide his concern pretty well. Only moments after Sophie’s words, as all these thoughts rushed through his head, Billy scoffed.

“Yeah, like anyone’s going to believe THAT…” Billy deflected, trying to seem uninvested. Playing it cool seemed like the only way to go.

But the rumor still spread. Amelia had quite a lot of influence - and even though most people didn’t think it was true, they all found it pretty fucking hilarious. Billy, undefeatable Billy, KO’d by tits? Ha! Finally beaten, and it was by a big pair of milf boobs?

“Hey Billy! I heard Sophie’s mom knocked you out!” one of his friends joked, elbowing him in the ribs and grinning.

“What! What! Billy got knocked out by someone’s MOM?”

“Haha! Sorry, I just- Hahahahaha!”

“Whatever…” Billy grumbled, walking past them.

Most people weren’t brave enough to say it to his face. But they were still talking about it. He heard girls giggling behind him in Spanish class, and he knew what about. Every time he glanced back at them, the giggles grew louder.

He hated this. He had always been popular, revered, respected. He was used to people fawning over him. Nobody ever laughed at him. He wasn’t used to this.

Even some of the unathletic nerds had to hide smiles from coming across their lips, as they passed him in the hallway. It was seriously pissing him off. The idea that those nerds were imagining him - HIM - down on his knees, slowly falling asleep in the hefty bosom of some ditzy mom, wasn’t fucking right. They didn’t deserve to imagine that. They hadn’t earned that.

He knew it was only a rumor. He knew that most people didn’t really believe it - but there Amelia was, spreading it all the same. Putting the image into people’s heads. Big, strong Billy, sound asleep and defeated.

“Billy? Billy!”

The words of his teacher called his attention to the front of the class.

“I asked you a question.”

“Sorry…” Billy grumbled, lowering his head.

“You have got to stop falling asleep in my class,” his teacher said with a sigh. Quiet snickers and giggles filled the room. Billy’s face turned beet red.

The one comfort he had was that he knew it would fade with time. He just had to keep being the undefeated boxing champ he was, and people would shut up eventually. But he didn’t want to wait. Nobody ever made fun of him. He didn’t like this. He wanted it to end.

He at least made sure that the rumor didn’t follow him to the boxing club. That was his haven. There had been a few jokes and comments as he came in at the end of the day…

“Hey, don’t you know there’s a one-month break before you can box after a knockout?” followed by a chorus of giggles.

“Watch out! I’m coming for that belt!” one female boxer joked, after pretending like she was putting a pair of boxing gloves on her boobs.

“Do you think Bianca would let me teach her how to box too?” another boxer joked, before closing his eyes and miming like he was motorboating a pair of tits.

…But Billy quickly shut everybody up. It was only about half the class that had heard the rumor, and only a small part of that hadn’t immediately discarded it - but after seeing Billy’s performance that club session, even that small group had quickly discarded the idea as well.

Ignoring the practice drills his coaches were running, Billy spent the entire session in the ring, doing some hard sparring against a variety of opponents. All the best boxers the club had to offer. And in each fight, he was giving it everything he had, getting his anger out, at the expense of his partner.

There weren’t any close fights. In truth, Billy was unstoppable even when he was relaxedly coasting, putting only a slight effort in. With the motivation of that spreading rumor, he was beyond unstoppable.

Fast as lightning, almost impossible to touch, and incredibly strong. Billy spent the session tiring himself out, cycling through clubmates and leaving them all battered. Eventually, the bell rang, signalling the end of club. His last opponent sighed in relief, and stepped out of the ring with a slight wobble to their legs.

Billy let out a deep breath, and fell back to rest against a ring post, panting. He’d just gone 21 rounds of hard sparring, swapping out his opponent for a fresh one each round. He needed to catch his breath.

He stayed in there, exhausted, as his clubmates began packing up and filing out the doors. He was mostly zoned out, but heard a few people comment on how impressive and insane his performance had been just now. A small smile played to his lips at that.

Knockout be damned. This is who he was.

While everyone else began to slowly leave the gym, one person actually came in. She had just come from hanging out with some of her friends in an empty classroom, and now she scanned the gym. A smug look came to her face when she saw Billy standing in the ring.

She wandered over to him, smiling, and hopped in under the ring ropes, leering at him.

“Sooo… Did you /really/ pass out in her tits?” she asked, standing up straight.

Billy’s head shot up, angrily. Before him, he saw the amused face of one particularly busty female boxing student.

Billy recognized her as Bianca’s other daughter Amelia - Sophie’s twin sister. This was the bitch that had started that stupid rumor. And now here she was, having showed up to boxing club for the first time in a long time, and only after the club had ended. Of course. Staring Billy down with a smug look and cocked hips. The anger bubbled up inside Billy again.

“Fuck off!” Billy angrily responded to her prodding question.

Amelia’s smile only grew. She loved how it got on his nerves. She had caught the end of his intense sparring session - after seeing him against those other boxers, she knew that Bianca couldn’t possibly have knocked him out - but it was still fun to rile him up.

“I’m just asking. It would be pretty embarrassing if you did.” Amelia snickered. “I mean, you NEVER lose. I know my mom’s stacked and all, but that’s quite a fucking weakness.”

“Amelia, fuck off.” Billy repeated, between deep, chest-heaving breaths.

“Which was more embarrassing? Being outboxed and knocked out by her female punch, or getting put to sleep by her smothering boobs?”

“That’s it!” Billy yelled.

He pushed off the ringpost and charged her. Immediately, Amelia’s face dropped in fear.

She hadn’t expected him to get this mad. She had only wanted to have some fun. And now, there was a champion boxer rushing her - and nobody else around to hold him back. The club was empty.

She had to act fast. Oh no, oh no… He wouldn’t knocked her out again, would he? How mad WAS he?