Waking up alone

Eventually, Billy awoke on his own. Nature had run its course, and finally allowed him to come out of his deep sleeping.

With a snort, the king of the boxing club began to stir, his eyes slowly opening halfway. The bright lights of his club’s locker room hurt his still-adjusting eyes. His brain began to slowly churn, and format all of the past events into his memory as he came to - sitting on the floor of the locker room, with his back limply propped against one of the walls. Slowly, pieces of what had happened to him appeared in his recovering mind as flashing images.

The boxing seminar he was teaching. Bianca’s excited attitude towards boxing. Her too-sudden punches during their play match. Her fucking knockout. The images flashed, one by one, through his slowly-rebuilding brain.

Her relief when he finally came to. Her nervousness when somebody approached the door that was hiding his dazed body. Her large breasts pinning him to the wall, as she stowed him away from watching eyes. Stuck there in darkness, beneath a bimbo, as he slowly drifted off to sleep…

And so, Billy sat there, dazed and almost frozen, with that last, single memory stuck in his mind. His dark, obscured vision, and the warm, soft, engulfing, dreamy sensation.

He got smothered out in Bianca’s tits.

God. He thought about that for a while, just sitting there without moving. Her breasts had engulfed his face, and put him to sleep. She was such a bubbly, cheerful ditz - and she had knocked him the fuck out with her soft, stacked chest. He got slept. He went out like a fucking chump. Slowly. Gently. Lovingly.

And where was she now? Had she simply… Left? What time was it? How long had she… Put him out for? Just how weak had she made him?

Shit. He was defeated by her boobs. She could’ve done anything to him. The big strong boxing champion was ****, limp, and defeated. Useless. It must have given her a whole new level of confidence in her chest, to see him go down like that all thanks to her.

The seminar was ruined. His chance to show off his boxing prowess, cut short by a pair of thick tits. He had been looking forward to more showing off, but instead, he had been left, slumped ****, in the locker room while his class of moms waited outside.

Eventually, Billy’s body had recovered enough and the reality had sunk in enough. He managed to lift himself up and start the slow, humiliating journey home - but he had trouble getting those big boobs out of his mind.

Bouncy, squishy, soft… Overpowering. Smothering. He lost to a random milf’s bosom. He was defeated by breasts. Smothered and choked into oblivion by a well-meaning bimbo. It was by far the most humiliating defeat the athlete had suffered to date.

“How was the seminar, Billy?” Heather asked, when he finally pushed through the front door to his home. “Were you too good of a teacher again? Did one of the other moms knock you out?” she teased him.

“Yeah, and then I got smothered out in one of the moms’ tits…” Billy muttered sarcastically, not wanting to engage in his mom’s playful banter.

“HA! Imagine that.” Heather laughed, of course assuming he wasn’t serious. How could he be? He was a strong young man teaching a bunch of uncoordinated milfs.

A smile came to Heather’s lips as the thought planted by her son danced across her mind. One of the women from the parent’s association, pinning his down by the wrists, and putting him to sleep with her tits. She couldn’t help but feel amused at the mental picture.

“Maybe you should look into that. It could do you some good,” Heather smirked.

“No chance…” Billy said, already heading up the stairs to his room. Strangely, what he felt like he most needed right now was a good rest.

“You shouldn’t underestimate boobs, Billy. You might be surprised what they can do to a man.” Heather called up the playful warning as Billy rounded the last of the stairs.

“Y-Yeah, whatever mom…” Billy ended the conversation and retreated to his room.

As he slumped down into bed, exhausted and embarrassed, there was one thing on his mind.

Would Bianca tell anybody what had happened? Or would she keep Billy’s secret?

What would the untouchable boxing champion’s reputation be like tomorrow?