Billy lets out some anger

She’d gone too far. Why was Billy taking this all so seriously? It was just some teasing, nobody thought it was actually real!

Amelia stood frozen and gawked as the muscular athlete charged her down, roaring. She’d just seen him take out the cream of the boxing club. The busty girl knew she had no hope. Paralyzing fear rose up from her tits to her throat.

All the same, acting on instinct she made a fist and threw it desperately towards his face. A slow, obvious looping punch which upset her balance, leaving her stance unsteady. For a moment she thought her knuckles were miraculously going to land on his cheek, but Billy shifted his head at the last moment, expertly evading the strike with such perfect timing and slight adjustment that it didn’t even slow down his advance.

“Eep!” Amelia squealed as Billy reached her. In a collection of moments, moving impossibly fast, Billy cocked back his fist, launched it with great speed, and then stopped the glove just a hair before it would have contacted her face.

“THAT was a fucking knockout,” Billy growled, chest heaving and breathing heavily.

He pulled his glove back and gave her a quick jab in the guts. Not a full-strength jab - not even a half-strength jab, he knew she wasn’t a real threat - but Amelia still felt it. Wind rushed out from her as her body reacted, not used to being struck.

Billy followed up with a few similar-strength punches to her shoulders and arms, as Amelia tried to back away from him. Again, not enough to really hurt her, but it would probably be sore later. Billy grinned at the opportunity to let out some anger and show off some skill. Reminding the boxing club of his ability was one thing, but getting to style off on the busty bitch that spread the rumor in the first place was even sweeter. He didn’t even care how tired he was, or how much energy he was using.

“You think your mom could beat me? Huh?” Billy asked, suddenly throwing another full-power shot to Amelia’s face, and stopping it just before impact again. Amelia gasped. “THAT was another knockout, by the way.”

Amelia’s mind flashed with her experience early into joining the boxing club - getting KO’d, and waking up to a sea of concerned faces looking down at her from above her slumped body. Breasts pushed upwards by her awkward landing position, and drool on her chin. The embarrassment she had felt. No. No! Not again!

**** and afraid, Amelia lashed out with her own uncoordinated bareknuckle strikes. Billy expertly evaded all of them, moving like lightning and making her swing at air, before he stopped. As Amelia continued throwing those panic punches, he just stood there, completely upright and still. He’d shown he that he could dodge, and now he was showing her that he didn’t even have to - her fists bounced uselessly off his strong chest, hurting her wrists more than anything else.

Amelia gasped, noticing an opportunity as he stopped dodging, and changed tactics. Trying not to telegraph it, she suddenly threw a punch upstairs, putting all of her strength behind it, aimed right for his indomitable champion chin.

This was it. He was just standing there. If she could land something good when he least expected it, he might get disoriented enough for her to get away.

The moments ticked by slowly as Amelia watched her bare fist approaching his proudly stuck-out chin. Sweat beaded on her forehead. This was her one chance.

Her fist moved closer, and closer, packed with all the power her fearful, adrenaline-filled body could put behind it. It moved closer, and closer, and closer - and at the last instant, Billy leaned back, making her swing on air so hard that she spun around backwards. Billy gave her a little shove in the back for her trouble, making her stumble a few steps forwards.

“No!” she gasped. She quickly spun back around, to see a very angry Billy walking her down.

“You think your MOM can knock me out?” Billy repeated.

“It was just a joke!” she insisted, backing up.

“Do you even know how to knock someone out? Why don’t I show you?”

“No. No!” Amelia gasped as, once again, Billy began charging towards her with a roar.

There was no reasoning with him like this. He was tired, exhausted even, but he was worked up enough that he could ignore all of that to teach her a lesson. And the terrified Amelia had no idea what he was thinking.

Was he just playing with her, before he began to really hurt her? Was he just dragging this out? Would he suddenly stop holding back?

Stuck in survival mode, her brain wasn’t even able to think clearly enough to consider those questions consciously. All she knew was, an undefeated champion boxer was charging her down, and he was pissed!

“Billy!” she pleaded.

He was nearly upon her. Panic filled her busty body. There was only one thing to do…