He’s out cold

Billy didn’t reply. And a few seconds later, his twitching spasms slowed to nothing. He was ****, and only now, Bianca realized it.

“Oh dear!” she put a glove to her mouth in shock. “Oh no, oh dear… How did I do that to you?”

The awkward-laying sleeper didn’t respond, of course. A second rush of worry flooded through Bianca as she realized that it wouldn’t be long before some of the other moms started coming back from their break - and she couldn’t let them find Billy knocked out like this!

She whipped her head from side to side, looking around the gym and trying to think of a plan. Could she lock them out somehow? Not without a staff key…

In the heat of the moment, with all of her panic, the best that the big-boobed blonde could think to do was try and cover up the KO. She stripped off her boxing gloves and hurried over to the shirtless athlete, taking hold of him by the wrists. From there, the busty bimbo dragged his limp body across the room, through a door and into the small locker room adjoining the gym.

It was a humiliating sight, and if he’d been awake for it, the club champion would have been feeling the shame of it for the rest of his life. Being knocked out by some busty idiot like Bianca, then having his body dragged across the room and hidden away…

With some great effort and strain, Bianca was able to lift the muscular boy into sitting on a chair in the locker rooms. His limp body slumped uselessly into it, propped up only by the seat backing, gloved arms dangling over the armrests and nearly scraping the floor. He was so floppy…

Bianca took a step back, concern on her face as she looked him over. The club champion. Even sitting in the chair, the boy was obviously asleep… The best she could do was produce some fashionable sunglasses from her purse, and place them over his closed eyes. As for his hanging-open jaw, she tried to lift it closed with a finger, but it just fell open again. There was no covering that fly-catcher up.

How long did knockouts typically last? Bianca had no idea. Ten minutes ago, she didn’t even know how they worked. She brought her hand to her chin in concern, looking at the unconvincing mess that was her instructor.

There was no time to try and improve it, however. The other moms were already starting to come back.

Happy chattering filled the gym as the first of the moms returned. Bianca hurried out from the locker room to where she’d dropped her boxing gloves, and put them back on.

“Oh. Where did Billy go?” one of the moms asked, looking around the gym. “Isn’t it time to come back yet?”

“Uhhh… He’s taking a break right now,” Bianca answered nervously.

She shot a glance over to the locker room where Billy sat, just behind the door, slumped in a chair with his mouth hanging open and his tongue rolled out of it. Even with his eyes covered, it would be obvious that the still-twitching boy wasn’t at home.

Just how had she done it? She was sure he had only been playing along, until the knockout… Was the final punch better than he’d been ready for? What was the explanation for… For him getting KNOCKED OUT by Bianca?

“Is he getting changed in there?” the mom asked, noticing Bianca’s gaze.

“No,” Bianca answered honestly, before realizing that she could have used that lie. She chastised herself mentally. Did she WANT him to get found out?

“Oh, then I’ll go tell him we’re ready.”

“No!” Bianca rushed to stop her, but it was too late. She reached the door and pushed it open to reveal Billy, the club champion, slumped back in the chair. His eyes covered by a pair of fashionable sunglasses, his arms limp over the armrests, his mouth hanging open catching flies, and his tongue lolled out comically. His arms still twitched occasionally, as the school mom stared at his limp, defeated form in confusion.

“…Billy?” she asked, scrunching her face in confusion. He didn’t stir.

“He’s… He’s meditating!” Bianca quickly said from beside her. She pulled the door closed and pushed the mom back towards the center of the gym. “Haha! He’s just trying to get some rest and focus back!”

“Was he… drooling?”

“It’s a DEEP meditation! DEEP deep deep!” Bianca hastily explained. The mom seemed unconvinced, but for now, didn’t argue. Bianca stood awkwardly among the group, bouncing from foot to foot nervously.

Five minutes passed.

The last of the moms had returned from their break now, and impatient confusion started to overtake them.

“Is he still meditating?”

“It wasn’t like any meditation I ever saw…”

“I’ll- I’ll go check on him,” Bianca said at last, hoping to appease the crowd. She hurried back into the locker room and closed the door behind herself, hoping to find him awake and back to his senses. She didn’t. Just how hard had she defeated this boy…? He was a real sleeper.

“Billy!” she whispered, trying to shake him awake with her gloves on his shoulders. His limp arms and dangled head swayed with the motion. “Billy! Wake up!”

Finally, thankfully, he began to stir. Relief flooded through Bianca as he slowly lifted his head, confused and disoriented, her large tits the first thing he saw upon waking up.

“Thank goodness you’re awake!” Bianca sighed, reaching forward with both of her gloves to clumsily take the sunglasses from his face. His eyes were glazed, and locked squarely onto her deep, hypnotizing cleavage.

“Uhhhhhnnn…” he groaned, mindlessly. “Whas- Whadd… Did you dooo…?”

Bianca rolled her eyes. She wasn’t usually the rude or sarcastic sort, but she was stressed, and this was really getting to be a bit much.

“I knocked you out!” she whispered quickly. “Now hurry up, you’re late to teaching the seminar! Come on!”

“I… I… No…” Billy shook his head, confused, lifting a glove to his aching forehead. “My chin…”

“Yes, yes, your chin!” Bianca said, rolling her eyes again. “Battle-hardened, unbreakable, I know. Really Billy! I thought you said I didn’t have enough power to knock you out! Now look at us!” Bianca scolded, letting out her built-up frustration and anxiety on him now that he was safely conscious again. “You must have seriously misjudged me, because you were GONE.”

“I… I…” Billy droned, trailing off. There was a long silence.

Bianca huffed, calming herself down.

“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter now… You’re done sleeping. Let’s get back to the seminar, the others are waiting,” she consoled him. “I’ll be careful not to hit you too hard, next time. Gosh, who knew I had what it takes to defeat a champion?”

Billy just shook his head, clearly dazed. His groggy, sluggish movements didn’t match the musculature of his shirtless, powerful body.

“Youuu… Seminnn… Seminar? No, that’s not ‘til Sundiiii…” Billy slurred, rocking slowly in the chair.

Bianca gasped with realization. She hadn’t known just how strong her KO had been, but…

“Oh no! I turned you into an idiot! Gosh, I didn’t mean to make you stupid like this…”

She reached forward, slowly, placing a comforting hand on his forehead. As if she were checking her sick son’s temperature before deciding if he was well enough to go to school that day.

“Ooouuuhhh… Nooo… Gloves… No gloves on my head…” he moaned.

“Oh no, you’re so dumb… I scrambled your brains up…” Bianca bit her lip. “Sorry dear… Mommy made you into a moron…”

Bianca’s mind was racing. What should she do? When she saw he was waking up, she thought all of this would be solved… How could she hide this from the other moms? Panic was rising within the warm, usually-cheerful milf.

“I just slayed the champion, oh dear…”

“I… I’m not… slayed… M-My mommy… Sh-She knocked me out again…? H-How many times…? Noooo…” Billy shook his head, as if to clear it, and slowly began to rise to his feet.

How embarrassing!

“I… I’m the best… I’m still the…” he slowly began stumbling towards to door, out into the gym where everyone was waiting. Where everyone would see him.

“Oh, you’re making a fool of yourself!” Bianca cried.

She reached out quickly, stopping him and turning him back towards her with a glove on his shoulder. It was shockingly easy to control his body at the moment.

“If anyone hears your babbling, they’ll realize something’s wrong… Sorry, Billy, but I think I need to make you sleep again.”

She raised a fist and held it over her shoulder, cocked and ready to fly, aimed right at the chin he was always bragging about. Billy was just swaying before her, dumbly awaiting his next k.o. without resistance. Staring down the barrel of two big ones.

Bianca held the pose, one glove on his shoulder and the other raised and ready to strike, staring into his face. She bit her lip in concern.

“No… No, I can’t do that to you…” she said at last, and lowered her fist, taking pity on the champ. “Oh, what to do, what to do… Honestly Billy, you and your delicate chin!” Bianca huffed.

She stared at the swaying champion, dumbly gazing down her top into her large breasts with no shame whatsoever. He was in such a haze. Had a few punches really done this to him…? Bianca never thought she was capable of anything like this. He had seemed so strong. She almost felt like some kind of wonder-woman.

Exactly how much power did she really have…?

The sudden sound of footsteps towards the locker room snapped her out of her thoughts. One of the other moms had lost her patience, and was coming to fetch Billy herself. It would only be seconds before that door swung open.

“Oh dear…” Bianca gasped, glancing quickly around the room, but seeing no escape. Nowhere to hide the boy. Only moments before the door flung open, Bianca took action.