Billy tries to go back to normal

Amelia left him there, a defeated champion, as she swayed her cheerful hips out of the boxing gym that was supposed to be his domain.

He was quite a sight to behold. Sleeping propped up in the corner of the ring, drooling on himself. Knocked out by boobs. Just the thought of it was fucking hilarious to her. The big bad, arrogant, undefeated brute of a man, sleeping off his booby knockout in the gym he was supposed to be king of. How could she NOT tell people about this!? She literally knocked out Billy, with her tits - TWICE!

By the time he woke up, the whole school would know what happened. They would all know that soft boobs took his breath and his mind away. God, he actually FAINTED in there! She was going to tell everyone. It would be the end of his career, he would be a total laughing stock! The loser who goes **** to tits!

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…But, Amelia thought, that was a pretty harsh thing to do to him. She didn’t want to actually harm his future…

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…And, Amelia thought, her sister Sophie had a serious crush on him. More serious than she’d ever seen her have before. Humiliating the man Sophie wanted so badly would be awful for her…

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…And, Amelia thought, she kind of liked the idea of Billy squirming. Seeing the school legend fearful, stewing in humiliation every time he saw her, wondering if this was the time when she would tell everyone what her tits did to him. After all, she had told people about how her mom knocked him out. Why hadn’t she told them about these latest slumbers yet!?

Amelia smirked, picturing him sweating nervously whenever he saw her. There was still fun to be had even without making his double-barrelled defeats public, and she would lose that pleasure if everyone knew about it. He would be embarrassed, sure, but he wouldn’t be afraid. She wouldn’t have anything to hold over his head. He wouldn’t squirm every time she stepped a foot into the boxing club to watch some sparring.

Amelia sighed. Fine, she thought. I’ll keep it myself for now. At least until Sophie moves on to someone else.

Amelia couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Sophie never moving on - of her and Billy getting married one day, and the family visits that would occur, where he had to face down the tits of his wife’s mom and sister again, knowing that they’d stolen his mind from him. The realization that Bianca probably really did knock him out, and it wasn’t a misunderstanding, was even funnier. What a great fucking boxer he was.

So, when Billy came shamefully into school the next day, expecting the worst, he was surprised to find that nothing at all was different… Yet. Amelia had decided to just gossip to her friends about it, telling them to keep it quiet, rather than spread it all over the school.

Billy was amazed. She had smothered him ****, twice - HIM - but she didn’t want to tell everyone? He was undefeated, a school legend, impossible to beat, and he had finally lost - finally got knocked out - by her tits. Why was she keeping it mostly as a secret? Didn’t she know who he was? Didn’t she know what an achievement it was to sleep him? Why was she acting like it wasn’t even notable enough to tell people about?

Billy stewed in thought. He didn’t like this. He felt uneasy. And just like Amelia had planned, his heart started racing any time she was near. He started giving her a wide berth any time she came close. When being near her was unavoidable, he made sure to be as polite as possible, and do any favors for her that she needed. Like a good little boy.

About a week into this, Billy finally learned that Amelia was telling some people, even if she had for some reason decided not to tell everybody. He knew this because he starting hearing her and her friends giggling and gossiping in the back of the class, and sometimes he could make out some of the words.

Billy, boobs, sleeping. Drool. Loser. A chorus of laughter. They weren’t very subtle about their gossip. Once he noticed it, he started hearing it in every class he shared with Amelia, as another week passed since his fateful double smother slumber.

The bell rang, with those girls loudly giggling in the back of Spanish class. Billy was relieved that he could leave, and escape from being in the same room as Amelia - hopefully, she was satisfied with just this much, and he could still keep his hopes for a future in boxing. He didn’t want to push it by being around her long enough to do the wrong thing and make her spill the beans.

Before he could get up and go, though, he was stopped by his teacher. She wanted to talk to him about his bad grades in Spanish. With a sigh, Billy slumped back into his seat as the rest of the class filed out of the classroom. So far, things really did feel like normal after all.

Billy groaned as the last of his classmates left, leaving just him and his Spanish teacher to talk about his poor performance.