Angelina "Putemup" Dukes (Patreon)

Quick idea another friend and I came up with. Something a little like Lily Max Punches Out, but leaning more into the cartoony physics and themes of it all. Goofier fighters and some implied special effects and such going on that pops up here and there. Plus it’s a fun dynamic having a horny nerd corner girl and her busty musclebabe fighter. It was fun enough that I’ve even got some art of “Putemup” coming up soon as part of a free art deal I had coming to me. 

More than anything, I really liked the gag in her name.

The tough country girl had moved to the city and made a name for herself with her hard-hitting, fast-moving brawler style at her local gym. Then there were the amateur leagues and now here in the Power Up Boxing league (or just PUB).

Back in the amateur league, one would see gals with some dumb entrance gimmick or maybe a tricky punch or two, they were pretty normal overall. It took a particular level of dedication and a unique style to make the big time, which could lead to a practical freakshow of fights half the time.

Now it was the debut match of one Miss Angelina Dukes. She was a solidly built girl around 5’9” with especially thick arms and thighs. Her big full chest filled out any top she wore, especially so on the clingy boxing attire. Her black hair was always a shaggy mess, never bothering to style it. When she fought she settled on tying it into two short pigtails over either beefy shoulder rather than letting it spring out to wherever it pleased.

Her friend Dee Sparks was right behind her, trying to get her ready for this big match. She was Angie’s brainy friend she’d met at the gym, so the closest the country meathead had to a second. The girl had thick, blue framed glasses and a light hoodie and sweatpants on. Her short, wavy blonde hair hung just over her glasses and her eagerly grinning face. Dee had an eye for the finer points of boxing and planning that Angelina so often ignored. It just so happened that the blond girl had gotten so good at studying Dukes’ style from staring at her thick figure at their shared gym, and had leapt at the chance to actually work with her beefy girlcrush.

“Alright. Y’feel good? Ylook better I can say that~” Dee asked, looking over her fighter as she sat on the bench of the locker rooms.

“How's the pro outfit huggin ya~? Y’clean up a loooot better when y’look like a proper fighter~” she added, practically drooling as she buzzed about the locker room.

"Kinda clingy," Angelina admitted. A gloved hand tugged at a shoulder strap of her sports belra-like top and her very snug shorts. It made everything jiggle.

"Like, that's good I guess, but you just... really notice it sometimes, y'know?" Dukes pondered.

The buff brunette was dressed all in shades of blue with a stylish bandage on one cheek. She raised one muscular arm for Dee to inspect.

"Is that tape on right? I'm new to this stuff and don't want that coming loose," she said, not really noticing the temptingly huge bicep she'd put in front of her.

The thicc meathead still hadn't caught on to Dee's major crush/muscle kink so far, despite her being always eager to rub down her pecs or thighs.

“Ohhh absolutely champ~” she encouraged, definitely taking the chance to cop a feel of her boxer friends' tantalizing bicep.

She giggled mischievously as she gave a few squeezes.

“They said this was totally the right size, anything bigger and you’d be flashing the whole stadium with how loose it is! Not like you have anything to be ashamed of.”

She darted her eyes to Angelina’s big rack, a little “Mwehehehe” chuckle escaping her lips.

She went back to the locker to fish out a dark blue robe, draping it over Angel’s shoulders with a squeal. She loved her even more with the genuine gear on.

“Y’look great, and you’re gonna do great! There’s no way anyone can thonk you around any MORE than you're used to~” she joked before she heard the buzzer in the room go off, hearing the announcer start up outside.

“Oops! That’s our cue. C’mon, shake it or lose it!” she insisted, trying to pull the heavier girl up from the bench.

"Yea, thanks, Dee," the thick country girl noted.

She nodded and got up readily, practically lifting Dee instead of vice versa. She slipped more neatly into the robe and strode confidently out towards the ring with her second.

The audience was always happy to see a new face, especially when that face was hot and with a huge pair of boobs. They cheered as she entered to her funky beat, trying to focus on the match. She still had to crack a grin under the shade of the hood as Dee practically skipped with glee behind her.

"Introducing first! Making her PUB debut, from Smackwater, Alabama, it's Angelina "Putemup" Dukes!"

"Nice call on the name," Ang noted under her breath to her helper. She yanked herself up onto the ring apron and squeezed her brawny build through the ropes.

“And coming in next, with 2 wins, 27 losses, She’s the cutest lovestruck tease coming from Hartford, Connecticut! give it up for Tinaaaaaa  Talula “Targeeeeeeets!”

Out came a fair-skinned woman in a red robe, though her pink fluffy hair was about the only thing that could be seen beneath the hood, along with a strange grin. Tailing her was her second, a guy trying to offer any advice he could, although nothing was exactly going in that head of hers. She was too busy waving her gloved hands. Tina drew back her hood, showing a carefully made up face that winked and blew kisses to the crowd. A slender model’s figure strode towards the ring before sensually shedding her robe.

“Pfff! You hear that record? Be careful not to kill her out there,” Dee snickered.

“Ohhh but sending her flying out the ring might be hot! I mean smart.”

She wasn’t much of a boxing strategist as much as a boxing fetishist. At least she was a med student to help Dukes bounce back in between rounds.

"It makes it look like I'm fighting a Valentine's day card..." Angelina snorted as she shrugged off the robes.

She'd seen girls with worse track records in the old leagues, so maybe this was their new standard.

"But out of the ring, huh? Not the toughest thing I've done before, so maybe just for you, Sparks."

She winked at her second as Tina gave a giggle from across the ring.

"However did they let a plain thing like you in the ring? Pity? Or as our latest pair of walking punching bags?"

Ang huffed as her temper fired up like a furnace, practically steaming out her ears.

"Maybe a little black and blue will straighten out that big red airhead of yours," she threatened back.

The bell rang and she came out with her infamous dukes up, thick arms tight and ready. Tina came in with a much more floaty, dancing step to her, which might have worked on more formal boxers. Angelina just walked up to her, completely ignoring a feint and swinging a huge uppercut that hit the pale girl right in the belly. Tina huffed and was lifted off her feet with a huge, wet "OOOF!" right off the bat.

The redhead touched back down, her rosy cheeks blushing and extending to most of her face, She bit her lower lip as she muttered “Ooo, i love it when they get mad~”.

She purred, using the close proximity to plant a quick little smooch on Angie’s nose. The brunette flinched in surprise, allowing Tina to use the distraction to slam in an uppercut to the southern slugger's chin. Her head bucked back but snapped into place a half second later. Blow for blow, Tina was clearly no match for the busty rookie. She seemed almost as surprised as her opponent must have been at how fast she bounced back.

While it didn’t stop Dukes, it let Tina hop back to continue her bouncy giggly stance. Angie threw up her arms to protect her face just in case, but Tina’s straights to her chest sounded with the meaty slaps of leather on titty. It made the newcomer blush in anger (and regular blush) as the gloves bounced and bopped her boobs around.

"What the... you think you're the first one to fuck with Bessie and Lulabelle?!" she snapped.

She lashed out and caught one of Tina's arms under her armpit, trapping it and snatching up the second in the same way when it came in. With her opponent’s gloves stuck in her grasp, Angelina flashed her a smirk and rammed a knee up between her legs.

The low blow lifted her up again with a squeal from Tina and a cheer from the crowd, followed by a moan as she held onto her crotch. Targets very unsubtly moaned as she was nearly rubbing herself off in the ring with one gloved hand.

Angelina raised a slightly puzzled but not unpleasantly surprised eyebrow at her moaning opponent’s response. She looked at one of her gloves curiously.

"I dunno how you could rub down there with these things on… but I’m startin’ to think I know why you lose so dang much," she mused, but set her imagination aside for later.

She came in swinging with wide haymakers, clobbering Tina one side to the other and could just see the hearts flying out of her like they were flecks of sweat and spit. The pink airhead bounced from left to right, each one getting more and more giddy squeals out of her dizzied head. Hearts were practically punched out of the masochist along with the sweat drops. "It's like boxin' a tetherball!" Angelina laughed boastfully.

Before Angie could put her away for good, Targets came back with another surprise. In a flash of endurance, Targets leapt right at Angelina, wrapping her arms around her in a surprisingly tight clinch. The wound up redhead planted a big smooch right on the lips, heart effects floating out from their shocking embrace. Angelina was completely blindsided, stuck in their makeout session as Tina went on to both stun and drain stamina from the punchy pugilist

The audience blew up like wild at one of the main reasons they liked to come to Target's matches in the first place. Her simp of a second squirmed and squealed appreciatively as their boobs and lips mashed together. Ang's jaw dropped in surprise at this twist, which also meant Tina could jam her tongue in for good measure. They were lost in the cloud of hearts until Tina started sneaking in some thumping rib shots. With a gasp and smack of her lips, Angelina snapped out of it and shoved her back, breaking their kiss and the string of saliva between them just before the bell.

Tina gave a few more giggles as her little special worked like a charm. She seemed quite perked up as she skipped back to her corner, even as she huffed and panted with a huge smile on her face

Meanwhile, Dee was trying to lightly nurse those last few rib shots Angelina took. For having done nothing but wait in the corner, the blonde second was breathing quite heavily after what just happened.

“C’mon girl. She’s lovin’ it and you can’t just put her down and out? If she likes it so much, push her over the edge. This is boxing, and you should be stepping alllll over that wimp. Really show how much better you are. It’ll look great!” she trailed off herself as she toweled Dukes down, paying special attention to her warmed up cleavage.

"It seemed rude at the time to sock her..." Angelina muttered.

"Not like I know a lot of folks who wanna punch me AND kiss me."

She leaned back to cool off and let Dee's toweled hands run all over her thick arms and chest. Her toweling between the legs might have been a bit excessive but what did she know about seconding?

"Alright... no more lezzin' out, more punchin' out," Angelina nodded, thumping her fists together.

On the other hand, Tina seemed quite content with how things had gone. She was lounging in her corner, legs crossed as her manager seemed more intent on feeling her up and happily kissing her gloves for good luck than getting her back in the match. At least Angelina didn't have to worry about that kind of perversion in her corner... as far as she knew.

Soon enough, the bell would pop off yet again. The airheaded outboxer hopped up, blowing a smooch towards her opponent with a cute little heart sent across the way. The brunette frowned and smacked her glove at the air, slapping the heart to the mats. Tina just went back to her bouncy dancy stance, making her way back to the center as she left her arms and gloves wide open. She wasn’t exactly subtle about her intentions to go in for another loving lockup.

Angelina seemed awkward and cagey about getting into her wide embrace at first, but she feinted out and ducked under the grabbing arms at the last second. She slammed another low blow in, this time with a crouching uppercut to the pussy. The uppertwat slammed Tina right off her feet yet again, letting out a massive squealing moan. Angelina rose back up and started tearing into the pale redhead, pummeling her stomach and sneaking in a few bitter little boob shots for payback. The masochist brat started to double over, each hit drawing out another little splash of spittle. More of her hearts started popping out around her head, especially as she staggered back holding her sorely throbbing tits.

“Ohhh~! H-harder Mommy~!”

Angelina held out her upturned fist. Rather than uppercutting, she let it rest there as the redhead slumped forward. The glove just caught the crumbling Tina's chin on the tip, showing how really out of it she was.

"You asked for it... you LITERALLY just asked for it!" Ang warned her.

She wound up hard and flexed her beefy arm, bulging the muscles out even more than they naturally were. She swung her fist forward like a comet to smash into Tina's face, sending her flying into the ropes behind her. She hit hard enough that she slingshotted back, where Angelina was waiting with an extended arm. The rebounding redhead’s neck crashed into her inviting clothesline. Her legs swung higher than her head as she was flipped head over heels, practically backflipping off the clothesline and landing right on her back.

She stared up at the muscled up gal, hearts flashing over her pupils as the ref started counting her out. The ref went along, uninterrupted in her counting until Angelina… interrupted.

The big brunette waved over to Dee and gave her a little "check this out" of a nod. She stepped on the front of one of Tina's boots, popping her up like she was a trash can with a foot pedal.

"Think you can steal my first ring kiss and get off that easy? Not every day I pop my ring cherry," Angelina scolded, popping her gloves together.

She cupped Tina's chin in one glove, mushing her cheeks together as she wound up with the other arm. It began to spin so fast that it kicked up a small whirlwind of blue leather. The audience popped in eager curiosity as she propped up Tina, her manager basically grinding against the pole behind her. Angelina unleashed one massive uppercut to the chin that fulfilled her promise, sending Tina flying like a bright pink firework over the ropes and out of the ring.

Tina came slamming down hard into the floor, completely conked out after that blow. She was left face down and ass up outside the ring, slumped over the guardrail with her face in one lucky fan's lap. The bell sounded off as Angie’s jazzy lil theme played. Dee whooped and hollered for her girl’s first win, going into the ring to congratulate her personally (which involved raising her freshly warmed up and beefy arm to get a nice little feel). Angelina smiled with a kind of awkward pride as her arm was hefted up, showing off her sweaty bod to the crowd.

“Woooo! Yeah, girl! You fuckin’ showed that bitch whats what! C’mon now! The crowd’s eyes are all on you and you fuckin’ deserve it!”

She seemed to double as Angelina’s hypewoman as well, letting the crowd cheer more and more as she fired them up for a “Putemup!” chant.

Ang let Dee act as her hype man in terms of the trash talk and put up both arms in a double bicep flex, puffing up her already big tits in her tight top. Angelina even pumped her upper body muscles, making her biceps dance and her breasts bob in place with some tensing pectorals.  Her arms bulged up enough that Dee couldn't help but sneak in a few worshiping rubs and even a quick kiss on her peaked muscle while quietly shuddering at the sweaty scent of her fighting buddy. Nobody seemed to notice, since all eyes were on the tough up and comer anyway, all eager to see how she'd fare next.