Carly can’t last

She couldn’t make it. Of course she couldn’t make it. Barely anybody lasted through two rounds with Billy. Carly wasn’t special. She was just a girl.

Carly wasn’t advancing, wasn’t trying to fight. She was just shifting, nervously. Circling him. Hoping to survive. Praying the bell would ring before he made a move. Tensed up and nervous and hoping she could get out of the way in time if he came for her, but knowing she couldn’t.

Her footwork was unsteady and sloppy. Plodding. Heavy. Her knees were crossed inwards. She could feel her womb dropping. Billy’s assault on her guts had left her feeling tingly and weird. Carly’s tarnished mind was trapped in confusion. She didn’t understand what was happening to her.

Tummy throbbing with need, she pulled her gloves tighter into a pathetic self-soothing excuse for a defense. To anyone who knew fighting, she looked like a complete idiot. And those gloves weren’t about to stop a fucking thing.

“Plleeeaassseeee…” Carly whimpered under her breath, thighs clenching together tightly. “I can’t lose… I can’t, I- I…”

Billy stepped forward. The punch he threw easily pushed past Carly’s white gloves and connected with the side of her head with a heavy, echoing THWACK. Her eyes went wide, and her entire bottom-heavy body actually tilted to the side. Carly fell sideways into the ring ropes at the same time as her thick legs kicked out in a desperate, spastic attempt to rebalance herself, resulting in the woozy girl springing off of the elasticity of the ropes and barely making it back up to her unsteady feet.

But she wasn’t really there. One punch was all it took. Billy didn’t even bother throwing a second - he could see she was gone.

Everyone watched Carly wobble in place for a moment, like a tree about to fall. Then she slowly toppled over backwards, rapidly picking up speed, and slamming hard against the mat.

WHAM!!

She was already unconscious as she hit the floor, with a slight bounce. Nobody wondered if she might get up - the truth was obvious. Carly had been knocked out, again. Billy had knocked her out with a fat cock chubbing the front of his pants. And she was down HARD.

The crowd gasped. A few female voices shouted out “no!”. All eyes and all cameras were on Carly as her thick bare thighs began twitching and spasming. Her lips fell open into an ugly look of horror, and Carly’s shaking body was wracked by loud, rough snores that sounded like a hog being attacked. Her whole body began shuddering violently, her legs kicking out as she shook in place like an earthquake was happening in her muscles. Eyes rolled up and crossed, mouth hanging open in shock.

It was a very unsightly, embarrassing way to go out.

“Carly!” Anna cried out in distress from the side of the ring, her heart sinking as her worst fears came true.

“Oh, fuck, she’s DOWN…” someone said.

Carly didn’t stop shaking. Didn’t stop snoring, loud as fuck. “Hhoouuughhh… Mooouuhhhh… Hhouughhhh… Moooouuhhh…” she droned in and out, loud and rough and ugly.

She had a nice pair of legs and cake for days, but she was such a mediocre fighter. Wasting her time training with those ditzy moms, deluding herself into thinking she was something more. In the end, the stupid cow got finished with ease. Her body finally realized, all at once, that she could never win against the kind of big-dick-energy Billy strutted around with. She was just biologically inferior. She wasn’t a mankiller. She was a sleepy, woozy cow. And thanks to her delusions, she had gotten her weak woman brain stunned in the presence of a man.

Her plain features were twisted into a look of horror, eyes rolled all the way up in her head and lips wide open. It was an undignified expression. Less befitting of a kickboxer, and more befitting of a dull-minded whore. Shaking around like she was having a tantrum, her body too stupid to realize that her brain had already lost.

Those thick tree-trunk legs, packed with muscle, couldn’t stop her from being a worthless bimbo with unrealistic aspirations. And now she was making a real scene, vibrating and kicking her legs and snoozing so deep it must have been the best rest of her life.

“Oh, SHIT!” a male voice from the crowd called out. “He GOT her!”

“Wow. I mean, wow!” Kristen whispered to herself, capturing the whole thing for her live-stream.

About twenty seconds after Carly hit the mat, the violent shakes and spasms finally died down. Her snores moved from the rough noises of a grunting hog to a slower, steadier snore that passed through her in time with her sleepy breathing. Carly’s body gradually settled, falling into place on the mat like it was her own bed. Then her bottom half began moving with a slow sort of grace. Unconscious, but knowing exactly what to do.

Her bare legs slowly spread wider, thighs twitching and shaking. They were slowly shifting apart, revealing the shorts-covered pussy that her firm thighs had been protecting when they were together. But now, like a flower in spring, she was opening up… Displaying her feeble womanhood towards Billy again, just as she had many years before.

It was amazing how natural it looked for her. The rest of her body had gone almost totally still. Her steady breathing and snores sounded in time with the rise and fall of her small chest. And down below, her legs spread wider, wider, until her legs were making a kind of ‘M’ shape with her pussy open and vulnerable.

Then something remarkable happened. Something Billy truly had not been expecting a repeat performance of.

Carly’s hips began to float upwards. They reached an apex, paused, and went down again. Another pause. Up, pause, and down, pause. Up, pause, and down, pause… Bucking a slow, steady rhythm with her pelvis as she lay there, face twisted in a look of horror.

“Hhoouuughhh… Mooouuhhhh… Hhouughhhh… Moooouuhhh…” her droning snores never stopped, sounding more like a cow with each moaning exhale. Mooing and groaning and whimpering as she bucked and ground small circles in the air with her pussy, waving it around like a white flag. Or a peace offering. Bare legs wide open like the stupid submissive cow she was inside.

It seemed that all these years hadn’t made much of a difference, in the end. Her hips moved up, and down… Up, and down… Up, and down… Just for him. Just slowly, rhythmically bucking the air for Billy, pussy pointed right towards where he stood above her. A silent, humiliating, steady rhythm of ritual submission.

Billy sucked in a deep breath as he watched this, coming down from his adrenaline high.

“Fuck, Carly…” he breathed.

Seeing Carly completely shut down all at once was… Remarkable. Seeing those strong legs and broad hips be used for nothing more than gyrating and rolling her pussy around at him. Her strong, buff, bulky ass squashed against the mats while she snored, and bucked, in a lazy, lazy defeat. Insensate and stupid. All that rage, all that pride, amounting only to this.

Billy turned to Matt, and gestured to the girl with one of his gloves. “Are you gonna count her out?” he asked quietly, so the crowd wouldn’t hear.

Matt didn’t reply. He was frozen in place, a look of horror on his face. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing… What Carly was doing. His chest twisted, wishing he had just stopped the stupid fight and taken whatever abuse Carly would have hurled at him for the rest of time.

Billy didn’t want to make things worse by asking louder, so instead, he stepped forward to count her out himself.

He paused a moment to stare down at the length of Carly’s body, bucking for him as she snored and moaned and slept. She was embarrassing herself. A small part of Billy wondered - did he ever get this bad, when his mom switched his lights out? Had he ever bucked his hips in a slow, graceful rhythm, offering his cock to her with no mind left in him at all? Had she laughed? Had she stopped to watch for a while?

Was it possible that this had just entered his brain, and now it was there for the next time he got put under?

Taking a slow breath, Billy lifted a leg. He placed the bottom of his foot onto Carly’s raised pussy and pressed down, slowly pushing her floating hips downwards. There was some resistance, her hips fighting for the right to stay in the air, but Billy powered through and shifted her faltering pelvis down to the mat. Overpowering her once again.

He was trying to stop her from embarrassing herself with that automatic thrusting she had started doing in front of this huge crowd. But if course, this new pose was somewhat embarrassing in its own way. Foot squarely on her pussy, forcing those hips down, down… Lower and lower, while she snored her arrogant little mind away…

Carly finally touched down, moved into place by the force of the man above her. Billy continued pressing down further, squashing her buff ass against the mat, lowering her raised hips until she was lying flat against the canvas.

Carly shuddered and whimpered with unconscious pleasure at the attention her pussy was getting. Billy could feel it spasming and shaking against his foot through the fabric of her tight shorts, even as Carly’s hips finally came to rest against the floor. Her continued attempts at bucking up for him now had her pushing and rubbing her pussy against the bottom of Billy’s foot as he held her down.

“One… two… three…” Billy began in a quiet voice, breathing the moment in as he approached that fatal number.

Carly never for a moment looked like she might wake up. Not once. She was too far gone. She just rolled her hips, using whatever small give of motion she had left to rub her pussy against Billy’s foot and pleasure herself - trying to buck for him, but held down so she could only grind. Moaning and mooing and snoring in her ugly, ugly defeat.

Seeing the new-and-improved Carly reduced to this, after all that confidence and talk and set-up, was thickening up Billy’s cock in the front of his boxer shorts even more. He wasn’t proud to admit it, but there was just something… Incredible, about a hard knockout on an overconfident fighter. About listening to all that bravado, then watching them sleep.

He stared down at the foolish young woman, two years older than him, who had been the first to show him just how low a KO could make a person sink, all those years ago. Watching her plain features twist and contort, her small chest shudder, her wide hips grind, her thick legs twitch, and her bulky ass squash as the count continued all the way up to the end. Feeling her pussy twitch against his foot as she tried and failed to lift her hips once again.

“…Eight… Nine…” Billy sucked in a breath, and held it for a moment. “…And ten,” he exhaled. “Knockout.”

He turned over his shoulder to look at Matt, the official ref, for confirmation. Matt nodded. “Knockout…” he repeated, staring at Carly’s unconscious, snoring, MOOING body. Fit and thick and knocked the fuck out.

Billy took his foot away, and Carly’s hips floated up after it, as if to follow and beg for more. “Moooouughhh…” she half-groaned, half-mooed, in protest of her grinding point being removed.

Soon enough, that old ritual resumed, and she was back to bucking the air. Slowly raising and lowering her hips in a rhythmic, humiliating cycle. Fucking the empty space with sluggish, but smooth, hip-thrusts. An automatic response from a natural loser. Billy probably should have done her the favor of keeping her hips pinned down even after the ten-count, but it was too late for that now.

Something that could have been called a cheer sounded out from the crowd, though not many voices joined it, and it sounded more like a “woah…”

The result of the match was clear. Obvious. Undeniable. Carly had lost, and she had lost BAD. That first round hadn’t made a bit of difference.

Carly was such a mediocre fighter, with no talent whatsoever. This was where she belonged. At the center of a boxing ring, sound asleep, slowly bucking her hips and mooing in front of a massive, stunned crowd that couldn’t believe what they had just seen.

Billy’s face was unreadable. A whirlwind inside his mind and a neutral, or perhaps mildly concerned, expression on his face. He took off his gloves, throwing them to the side, and picked up Carly’s ankles. His movements were gentle, careful. Delicate.

He held Carly’s ankles up at his chest height, to help the blood flow down into her woozy brain so she could wake up sooner. It looked like she could use all the help she could get, snoring and shuddering as she was, with moans that sounded like the feeble moos of a cow. Luckily her bulky legs had a whole lot of blood in them, to redirect to that weak feminist brain.

“The fight’s done, right?” a voice called out from the back of the crowd.

“Yeah, moron. LOOK at her!”

Everyone already was. They looked at Carly, and they looked at Billy. Holding those mighty sculpted legs up. Feeling their heavy weight. Staring down her bare bulky thighs, watching them twitch and spasm, like a pair of tree trunks in the log cabin Carly was having a cozy dream inside.

Carly, of course, didn’t look back up at Billy. She just kept on snoring on the ground.

Even in this unusual position, with her legs held up, she continued to slowly buck for him. Shifting her hips back and forwards, back and forwards, as Billy held her bottom half up in the air. The entire crowd got a good eyeful of the defeated feminist’s strange knockout ritual. The process was automatic, built-in to Carly’s very genetics, as it made her look like a total whore.

He had really hit her on the button. This might take a while.

The crowd was murmuring, everyone quietly discussing what they had just seen with the person beside them. With Carly’s ankles held up like this, Billy could see all the way down those legs, even as she slowly bucked back and forth in an upside-down hypnotic rhythm. He could see the curve of her thick ass in those tight orange boxing shorts. So well-trained and bulky. It had taken endless squats to pack it so full like that.

Billy thought about all the training Carly must have done. None of it mattered. Not even a little bit.

In the audience, Kristen was whooping and hollering, cheering for the incredible fight that had just netted her a whole lot more followers. Beside her, Anna covered her mouth in horror. Carly was out. Carly was out COLD. They had gone through all of this, set everything up, just for her to…

Anna shook with tension. She knew what this would do to Carly. What it would do that the poor girl’s mind when she woke up, after yet another loss - when all of these videos got posted.

It was her fault. Anna had TOLD Kristen to come here and live-stream it. She had been so confident in Carly’s win after seeing her mom take out Billy. And now, all she had done was help broadcast her new girlfriend’s most thoroughly embarrassing moment.

Another loss. Another defeat. Another shameful performance, ending with Carly out cold and snoring like a cow while making a face like a whore. Bucking her fucking HIPS. All that training, for nothing. Her thick, powerful lower half twitching uselessly. She was a mess. A deep-snoozing mess. Nothing like the dominant girl Anna had fallen in love with just days before.

Anna just wanted to rush in and fix her. Rush in and pick up all the pieces and tell her it was okay. But Carly wasn’t in that ring. Her body was, but she was gone. Out fucking cold, snoring and lazily moving her hips, while Anna’s older brother held Carly’s trembling legs up in the hope it would make her wake up faster. But even that wasn’t working. Carly was gone. Everyone had seen her leave. That moaning, bucking bimbo couldn’t be her. That wasn’t “better than Billy”. That wasn’t the teasing dom Anna had exchanged texts with.

Not knowing what to do with all these complicated emotions, Anna rose from her chair and rushed out of the gym. She just had to get away. She couldn’t watch this anymore. Still pointing her phone at the ring, a confused Kristen turned and called out after her - “hey, where are you going?”

That was weird. Her brother had won. Why did she look so upset?

Half a minute later, Carly finally blinked awake, her bleary eyes adjusting to the bright lights of the gym. Her slow-thrusting hips slowed even more, but continued for several cycles until they finally died down to a halt.

Carly blinked again. A shudder ran through her body. Mind moving at a snail’s pace, she slowly took in what she was seeing. Billy standing over her, holding her ankles in front of her chest. Her bare legs stretched high and slightly apart.

Carly’s eyes widened as she saw Billy’s thick cock bulging against his shorts. All that meat. All that big dick energy proudly on display. She finally registered him in his entirety. Handsome, tall, and mighty standing above her. Victorious.

Carly’s womb dropped, and her pussy started to soak, even as horrified humiliation washed over her. Her mind felt so distant, but she understood. She had gotten knocked out again.

Carly was so ashamed. If the milfs she trained kickboxing with had seen that embarrassing performance, they would be all over her, trying to coddle and soothe her like a child. She felt so stupid.

For a moment, it looked like she might cry. But then her face shifted to an unreadable expression. Maybe… Acceptance? And a few moments later, something remarkable happened.

Carly’s lips fell apart, and in the quiet of the gym, she let out a low, defeated moan that sounded exactly like a cow.

“Mooooo…~” she whined.

The murmuring crowd fell silent. Was that… Did she just…? It sounded like Carly just…

“Moooooo…~” Carly mooed again, louder this time.

She could feel her womb vibrating just behind the faint, bruised abs of her thick tummy. Something in her brain had shifted. Broken. When she spoke, Carly’s quiet voice was clear as day through the shocked, silent gym.

“B-Billy…” her eyes were big and wet, her lips permanently parted just slightly open as she stared at the bulge of his cock, framed by her raised legs in the shape of a ‘V’ either side of it.

It was so much bigger in person than she had imagined it would be when Matt told her that Billy “had everyone beat”. And that fucking warmth she had felt before…

Her face flushed. She looked like a slut in heat, plain features filled with need and want. Her thick thighs were trembling again, stretched up into the air and held there by this mighty, strong, man.

“Cock… Your cock… P-Put your cock in my mouth…”

Carly’s eyelids slowly fell closed, and her mouth opened up, tongue sticking out obediently from her wide-open lips. As if there was no further need for talk.

Holy FUCK.

Billy’s cock twitched in his shorts, and he couldn’t restrain a grunt. Carly was embarrassing herself like a wanton whore.

A gasp came from the audience. Some of the previously-giddy feminists in the crowd from round one shouted out in disgust at Carly. All of this was captured on the cameras filming the ring, Carly’s slutty request preserved forever.

All those feminist ideals had abandoned her ruined mind. And everybody had heard it. It was her deepest humiliation yet.

Billy grunted as his thick bulge accidentally brushed against the undersides of Carly’s thighs, dragging across the legs he was still holding up in the air for her. Did she seriously expect him to just mount her chest and fuck her face, in the middle of this ring?

When Carly realized Billy wasn’t moving, she opened her puppydog eyes again and whined. A petulant frown overtook her face.

“I want cock… I want your big cock!!” Carly began throwing a real tantrum now, kicking her legs out of his hands and hitting them against the floor. “I want cock! Cock! COCK!”

She sounded like she needed her pacifier, demanding Billy’s big dick in her mouth. This wasn’t like her at all. Her feminist rage reformed into something completely different. Holy fuck, what had that knockout DONE to her?

Billy’s face was burning red. He looked to the gasping faces at ringside.

“T-Turn the cameras off…” he said, weakly. And that was where Kristen’s live-stream ended, the surprised and blushing girl respectfully switching her phone off and tucking it into a pocket, politely pretending this wasn’t the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. Kristen didn’t even want to blink. Anna’s big brother had always been hot, but… He looked fucking good right now.

The final image of Kristen’s stream was Carly on her back, throwing a tantrum, demanding she be allowed to suck Billy’s dick after getting knocked the fuck out. In a few days, the fight video would be the most popular thing on her account.

But even then, other less-respectful cameras in the crowd kept on rolling, as Carly’s embarrassing tantrum carried on…