Carly gets lucky

Billy was recovered enough to hit Carly with another blitz, right here and now, but he could see the writing on the wall. This fight was over. And so, just as she had done to him, Billy decided to savor it a moment before he put Carly in her place.

The big-bootied feminist yelped as Billy rushed towards her. But he wasn’t going for the knockout, not yet. Not after all the talking she had done. All the manipulative setup it had taken to bring him here.

This bitch had tried to destroy his legacy, break apart his legend. And he was going to make her regret it.

Billy wrapped his arms around Carly, pulling her into a tight clinch that pinned her arms to her sides. Carly hadn’t been prepared for the opening it left her to strike at his chin, being too busy on a terrified defense, and so she hadn’t taken the shot. And now she was trapped.

Carly yelped again, struggling in his arms, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Not while she was wrapped up tight in those big strong man arms.

Billy clinched her hard, pressing his body tight against hers. Carly could feel that big, boiling hot, throbbing cock press up against the front of her orange boxing shorts, and she whined. With need. With desire. Her womb dropped even lower, and for a moment, she wasn’t a fighter. She was just a bimbo in white boxing gloves, held tight by a real man.

Billy towered above her, looking bigger than ever. He brought his head down to hers.

“You think one of your weak punches can take me out?” he said the words into Carly’s ear through clenched teeth. “No, Carly. Your ass is MINE.”

The significance of the words was lost on Billy, but they were devastating for his constricted prey. A shudder of wild, deep fear ran through Carly’s heart. No… No, no, no, don’t say that!

Her ass… He GOT her ass, he got… All this work, all this time spent building it up, building that booty into the cake factory it was today, just to gift it to him all over again… Carly trembled.

His cock was so thick. So hard. It was pressing against her and making it difficult to think. Making her stupid. Draining her more and more every second. Absorbing her energy to take for that power-hungry dick.

Carly was trapped. Her mind was reeling. Her tummy was sore and her womb was throbbing and her ass was HIS.

Seeing the cocktail of emotion on her face, Billy smiled. She wasn’t struggling anymore. If anything, she looked docile. Tamed. Like she finally understood that there was no way out.

Keeping his arms wrapped tight around her, Billy began pushing her back in the clinch, walking her towards a padded ringpost in the corner where he planned on finishing the job. That made Carly come to life again. She suddenly jolted, tugging and pulling and whimpering. She tried to twist to the side to escape the clinch, wildly struggling to try and change what was about to happen, some way, ANY way…!

Billy held onto her, but was tripped up by the sudden unexpected movement and fell. His grip only released after he started to fall towards the mat, but he had already pushed Carly off balance, and she was tumbling down after him.

“B-Billy, hey!” Carly yelped as she fell backwards.

Billy hit the mat chest-first, quickly flipping around and sitting up, immediately ready to jump back into the action.

Time froze. His eyes widened as he saw what was about to happen. Carly’s huge round ass was falling fast towards him.

Before he could move, it was already too late.

BOOM!

Thar huge, firm, feminist ass landed squarely on his face, and darkness covered his vision. The force of Carly’s drop knocked him back, landing flat against the mat beneath her with an echoing, thunderous THUD.

The crowd gasped. A few people winced. Anna leaned forward in her seat, holding her breath and trembling.

It had been a hard landing. A pair of thick booty cheeks squashing against his handsome chin, as her heavy, bulky butt slammed him down into the canvas.

Carly was stunned. Breathless. She hadn’t realized what had just happened, and so she stayed in place for a moment. Sitting her wide, thick ass on Billy’s face like a throne.

The frizzy-haired feminist was confused. Surprised. Carly hadn’t expected to land sitting upright, and it took her a moment to realize she wasn’t falling anymore.

Once her mind caught up to what was going on, Carly quickly jumped to her feet and spun around.

Billy was unconscious on the mat. Lying on his back, peacefully asleep. His eyes were closed. His mouth was slightly open. His muscular arms were spread out wide, those boxing gloves lying dormant on the ends of them.

He was gone. Knocked the fuck out by her accidental butt drop. That thick cock still bulging in the front of his shorts.

Carly was in shock. She hadn’t meant to do that. How could she have? It all happened so fast.

She stood for a moment in stunned silence, processing. Her thick bare legs towering above his slumbering form.

The final blow had been struck. Carly had finished him.

“Oh my god…” she breathed. “I knocked you out with my ass…”

The writing was on the wall. He wasn’t getting up any time soon. Carly had defeated Billy. At long last, the moment she had dreamed of for years. Someone had stolen his unbeaten, never-knocked-out title. SHE had stolen it. And she’d done it with the sheer weight of her thick ass. She had rattled his brain and put him to sleep. A fucking DEEP sleep, by the look of it.

“YESSSS!!” Anna surged upwards, a lone voice in the stunned silent gym, leaping for joy and pumping her fists as energy and excitement rushed through her busty body. “You got him! You fucking GOT him!!”

That got the rest of the crowd started too. Cheers and roars came flying from all corners of the gym. The crowd was losing their minds as Matt stepped forward to starting counting him out.

Carly held her breath, not allowing herself to be excited. She felt so sure that there would be more, but Matt reached 10 easily, and the fight was over.

It was over. “Big dick energy” couldn’t save him this time. Billy wasn’t even moving. Wasn’t even groaning or mumbling. He just lay there. The champion was out cold. For good this time.

A broken laugh escaped Carly’s lips, but she stopped the sound. She fell silent, staring down at him as the roaring crowd all around her freaked out over what they had just seen.

“With her ASS! With her ASS!!” a laughing voice shouted. “She knocked Billy out with her ASS!”

Carly’s lip trembled. That was right. She had won with an ass KO. She had put him out cold, left him lying dormant for the full ten count and beyond, with her ass…

Part of her felt… Almost stupid. Like a clumsy bimbo. She had wanted to win with her own skills. To SEE the look in Billy’s face when he realized Carly was BETTER, right before she finished him for good.

But instead… They had just tripped. Carly’s wide hips and firm, trained booty did the rest. And now Billy was knocked out, at last.

Was that really all it took? After all this time? A thick, firm ass falling on his face to end his winstreak?

Matt grabbed a microphone, feeling conflicted about Carly, but unable to deny how much he loved seeing Billy’s fate. FUCK, that was hot.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you’re winner, by KNOCKOUT…” he began, pausing to allow the audience to cheer and chant. “Carly, the Mankiller!!”

The crowd was electric. The roars were deafening. Carly wasn’t paying attention. Her focus was squarely on Billy.

Carly wordlessly pulled off her white gloves, and threw them to the side. As she was very accustomed to, she dropped down in a low squat, moving close beside the fallen champion for a closer analysis. Staring at his sleeping face. Watching his strong chest rising and falling with slow, steady, unconscious breaths.

Slowly, Carly began to chuckle. Then laugh. Then REALLY laugh.

Billy looked so fucking RIDICULOUS! THIS was the champion boxer, the fucking prodigy!? Carly couldn’t hold back her uproar.

“You’re fucking OUT!” she laughed, doubling over from the strain of her own amusement. “Holy shit, my ass SLEPT you!”

Fuck yes. Fuck yes, it was a win. It was HER win. She knocked his lights out with a booty drop.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad. It hadn’t been what she was imagining for so long, but maybe… Maybe this was even better.

Her laughter eventually died down, leaving a wide smile of triumph on her face.

“What were you saying? My ‘weak punches’ can’t take you out?” she taunted him, amusement and triumph all over her face. She slapped a hand to her heavy round ass, and gave her hips a little wiggle. “Well who needs PUNCHES, sleepyhead?”

Carly burst out laughing anew, the ridiculousness of it getting to her. The longer she stared at Billy’s unconscious body, the longer he went without coming to, the funnier it became for her.

“My ass! I slept you with my ASS! Oh my god, Billy got knocked the FUCK out by my ASS!”

Carly couldn’t help but think that Coach Luke had been right. This really was her most important weapon. The thought made her laugh again.

“What’s wrong, pussy? Can’t handle a bit of cake?” Carly sneering, reaching out and snatching up his chin in her hand - tilting his unresponsive, sleeping face to stare at her through his closed eyelids. A small moan escaped Billy’s open mouth as Carly’s fingers tightened around that chin. The chin that her booty had dropped into oblivion.

Just to the side, Matt stared at his defeated, unconscious friend in disbelief. The man who had never been knocked out by ANYTHING… Finally taken out by the sheer weight of his girlfriend’s ass. An ass that had been on Matt’s face many, many times. And now, that ass had slept a supposed prodigy.

Just with its weight. Just with its MASS. Billy wasn’t getting up any time soon, that much was clear. He wasn’t just dazed, or disoriented. He was so out that his body didn’t even twitch. Didn’t even try to fight. He just lay there, silent, motionless, stopped. Out cold for Carly’s booty.

Carly released Billy’s chin and gave it a disrespectful push, rolling his head to the side. She turned to Matt with a smirk, looking up at him past her shoulder.

“And YOU wanted me to tap out…” she mused. “Look at him. Fucking LOOK at him.”

“Oooouuuuhhhhh…” Billy groaned again. It seemed like he was finally coming too. All the loud noise in the gym, the laughter and cheers and celebration, was waking him up.

He wasn’t happy to be woken up, as he slowly began to stir. He felt like complaining, asking to be left in peace, asking “five more minutes?”

He was dazed and confused. His head was ringing. The lights were so bright, and the noise was so loud. Seeing him lift that weary head, a chant sounded out all across the gym - the whole crowd shouting in unison.

“WEAK CHIN! WEAK CHIN! WEAK CHIN!” the chorus of voices cried. Anna laughed, a true cackle at her older brother’s humiliation, and joined in with all the other voices. “WEAK CHIN! WEAK CHIN! WEAK CHIN!”

“Wh-What… What happened…?” Billy asked, looking lost. Trying to ignore the chants and the cheers that hurt his brain with his loud they were.

Carly’s head snapped back to him, grinning. “See for yourself,” Carly laughed, gesturing towards Anna.

The busty nerd giggled and handed her phone to Billy, a clip from Kristen’s live-stream already pulled up. She had just been about to save it, but she was more than happy to share with her big bro.

Billy’s stomach twisted as the meaning of Carly’s words set in. The meaning of all this noise that surrounded him. No… Had he really lost? HOW? The last thing he remembered, he was picking Carly apart…

Billy got up to wobbly legs, almost falling but managing to catch himself, and hastily pulled his gloves off. He took the phone from Anna’s hand, trying to ignore her teasing, wicked stare, and staggered to the corner of the ring to watch it in private. To see what had happened for himself.

How had Carly slipped a punch through without him noticing? He was so sure she was finished…

The video played. He saw the clinch. The tight hug. He remembered all of this. It wasn’t a long clip, what the hell had gone wrong? Carly’s arms were literally pinned to her sides, she couldn’t…

He saw it happen. That trip, that stumble…

BOOM!

He watched, mortified, as Carly’s heavy ass slammed into his face, knocking him to his back. He watched as she sat on his face for a moment, confused about what had happened. He watched as she leapt up, spun around, and saw him there. Out cold. Limbs stretched wide, and not moving at all. Matt came in and gave the ten count. Billy didn’t move once.

Watching all of this, Billy’s mouth was dry.

“No…”

THAT was how she’d done it? THAT was how this bitch had put him to sleep? An accidental butt drop? He had worked so hard to get back in the fight, and all she’d had to do was…?

Fuck, he really wished she hadn’t done so many squats right about now.

“That’s right…”

Carly was directly over his shoulder now, watching along with him. A smug smirk sat proud and mocking on her face.

“After all this time… THAT’S how you go out,” she purred. “Flattened by my thick, powerful ass…”

Billy’s jaw dropped. He turned again, looking at himself on the screen. Laid out by a feminist. The image of her laughing over his limp, useless body.

He shuddered. His mind was reeling. Fuzzy. Damaged. Carly’s stupid big ass had damaged his talented, naturally sharp mind. All around him that chant continued, loud and hurting his brain. Burrowing deep into it, and finding a place to stay.

“WEAK CHIN! WEAK CHIN! WEAK CHIN!”

Anna was practically red in the face with how enthusiastically she was shouting it. Even Kristen, who had always liked Billy, had joined in. A soft smile playing at the corners of her lips as she quietly said the words in time with everyone else.

“Weak chin… Weak chin… Weak chin Billy…” she giggled, feeling naughty. Streaming the whole event to her TikTok. Anna’s older brother had always seemed so cool, but what she’d just seen was a hilarious rejection of his powerful reputation.

Slept by an ASS? Really, Billy?

Billy stared at Anna’s phone, where thick-assed Carly was laughing at his unconscious body. Carly was laughing in real life, too. She slapped a hand over one of her thick booty cheeks, feeling it up.

“At first I was disappointed… But now, I think this is PERFECT,” she said, smiling. “You don’t get glory. You don’t get a fight. You just get… Stopped.”

Billy groaned. His knees went weak, and he had to brace himself against the ringpost for support.

“God, you looked so fucking good knocked out,” Carly continued, grinning like the cat who caught the canary. “I hope I finished you for good. I hope my ass broke the dam, and you’ve got endless more knockouts coming your way.”

She shuddered with delight, loving the thought. Loving that SHE might have been the one to turn his sweet spot permanent. Loving that she was the one to reveal it to the world, and snatch his first knockout for herself…

“I hope my ass ENDED you,” she breathed, right into his ear.

Carly loved this. She was getting off on the idea of Billy’s career slipping through his fingers. Of him never winning a fight again. Of the man who had haunted her for so long, limp and sleeping and DEFEATED every time he stepped into the ring from now on. Against challengers, against rookies… Falling. Dropping. Taken out time and time again, a prodigy no more.

Billy’s thick cock fattened up, as a shuddering groan escaped his lips. He couldn’t believe she was saying this to him. She was enjoying this way too much, trying to make the most of every moment. No compassion, just opportunity. Carly had been mocking over text, and during the fight, but… Couldn’t she see he was beaten? Couldn’t she see that it was over?

Fuck. It was over…

“It’s too much,” Carly cooed into his ear, making his whole mighty body shiver and weaken with just the sound of her voice. “Too much ass. Too much for someone like YOU. Too big. You can’t handle it. You can’t HAVE it, because you can’t handle it,” Carly was grinning, euphoric. “You can’t have it… My ass got YOU, you fucking loser!”

“U-Ughhn, I…” Billy groaned.

“My ass got YOU!” Carly repeated, a wild look of triumph in her eyes.

“C-Carly… Carly, just- wait, just let me think…” he sounded pathetic, stumbling over his words and begging for a bit of quiet.

His mind was spinning. His knees were dipping. He felt so dizzy. That thick, heavy, wrecking ball ass had made a real imprint on him. The kind that LASTS.

Carly threw her head back and laughed. Billy was struggling to even put a thought together, and she knew it. She could see the dullness in his eyes. It might not have been a perfectly clean victory, but it was a fucking good one.

“And it’s all thanks to your woozy chin…” Carly leered, lightly tracing a finger up Billy’s neck and over the edge of his chin.

Billy shuddered. He didn’t have the strength to push her hand away. He just stood there and took it. He’d lost everything. His reputation. His glory. He’d lost it all for Carly’s ass. This wicked, proud, determined bitch with a booty fat enough to knock him out cold.

Carly leaned in close to whisper a dirty little secret. Billy’s dirty little secret.

“I’ll have to thank your mom for finding this secret spot~” she said, breath tickling the champ’s ear. “She broke you wiiiiide open~”

Billy’s heart froze. Carly… Knew? Carly KNEW?

Carly saw the look on his face, and laughed again. That fear. That panic. That dread. His softened mind racing to try and think of what this meant for him. What this meant for HER. This whole fight reframed through a terrible new lens.

Billy turned to stare into Anna’s eyes, still jumping for joy at ringside. Anna looked on top of the world, laughing and giddy. Her older brother was drained, slow, and broken. She fucking LOVED seeing him like this. And it was all thanks to her perfect little plan…~

If boxing was so much more impressive than academics, why had it been so easy to strip his entire years-long reputation away with just two days of work?

Anna smiled and gave him an exaggerated wave. “Hey there, bro! Thought we lost you for a second!” she laughed. “Your chin is FUCKED! UP!”

Billy’s gut twisted. Had she done it? Had she told Carly? About Heather, about all of it? Would Anna really do that to him?

His face drained of color as he turned back to Carly, and spoke in a shaky, broken voice. Whispering low, hoping to god she hadn’t already told anyone else in the gym.

“H-How do you know my mom’s been knocking me out…?”

Carly’s jaw dropped. Did he just say…? Oh, fuck. THAT was new. A wry smile formed across Carly’s lips.

As the crowd buzzed and laughed all around the two fighters staring into each others’ eyes, Carly decided she wasn’t actually done with him yet. Maybe her post-fight celebrations, her tearing down of Billy’s legacy, could actually come from more than one angle…