Lily Max Punches Out: Lightning Rounds (Patreon)

A recent idea but one I wrote all today. Mind’s been on the Hellbridge story which made me consider Lily Max again. Hope you don’t mind some extra boxing this month.

I started to think about who beats who in the titboxing league and where they stand in the ranks in general. I get attached to side characters, but didn’t want to do whole chapters on them like Peggy in Pain and Promotion. So here’s like 4 or 5 highlights from matches, with past and future fighters. I expanded the roster significantly with genderswaps and just plain new ideas in the process. Most of them were planned as future opponents for Lily, but we’ll see. I’ve also got enough of the roster where I could do a few of these, so let me know if some quick and dirty scenes like this do it for ya.

Everyone watching the titboxing league had their eyes on Lily Maxine Walters. One of the smallest and flattest fighters was skyrocketing up the ranks, busting the boobs of some big names along the way. She had even signed up for a commercial with a local place Barnaby’s Burgers, considering she was a bright up and comer and the spot had become a personal favorite for her and Doc’s cheat days.

Of course, it was a league full of busty fighters and there were plenty of matches besides her own. The constant and complex shifting of rankings and matches continued all around her.

Since she had taken on and befriended Desdemona Ravenloft, another half dozen matches had gone down. Lily was excited to get back in the ring, but for now she was content to keep up her training and watch her potential opponents in action.

Desdemona, for one, had gotten right into another match recently. She had faced Miko Toyoda, a bosomy young Japanese woman who had gone from kendo to boxing. She insisted they worked on a lot of the same principles, and her success made it sound like she might have a point.

The two were fairly closely matched, but Mona kept inching ahead of Miko. That shifted hard in the late second round when Miko landed one of her infamous “cutting blows.” She knew how to strike so precisely that the edge of her glove opened a smooth gash in Mona’s forehead. The trickle of blood between her eyes distracted the goth enough that Miko launched an all out assault, shouting a wordless battle cry as she wailed on the skinny goth. Her slender stomach nearly caved from a deep body blow, bending her over for Miko to uppercut her tits in like hanging speedbags.

It seemed like Ravenloft was saved by the bell, letting Miko return proudly to her corner. By the time she looked back to silently gloat at Mona, she was already laid back in her stool. Rather than looking beaten and drained, the vampire wannabe had a wild look in her wide eyes. Miko felt chills as she licked her own blood from her face beneath her long bangs, staring the Asian woman down the entire round break.

Mona was a nightmare in the next round, fired up by the introduction of blood into their fight. It almost fueled her into a feral frenzy, speedily attacking and avoiding Miko until she didn’t know where to look next. She was repeatedly amd painfully corrected as Desdemona smashed her with an uppercut to the jaw, a glove-grinding low blow to the pussy, or generally punishing her ribs and face. Soon the usual focused expression on Miko’s face was swollen and bruised, staggering drunkenly until she was hammered on both sides of her tits. Mona’s gloves squashed them together like a vice as Miko just gawked and sputtered in pain.

Mona finally backed off enough to let the Japanese boxer fall. She managed to drag herself back up on the ropes but she was a sweaty, bruised up mess with her tight hair bun sloppily hanging all over. Mona was able to toy with her in the 4th and final round, clobbering Miko so hard that she spun completely around. Mona showed her victim off to the crowd, pulling down her top to grope her bare tits with her gloves and biting into her neck. Miko just moaned and orgasmed to some short hooks to the pussy before she dropped for a proper KO.

Lily’s other frenemy Joanne “Glass Jo” LeCreme had her own match as well. Jo was even newer than Lily at the pro level stuff, and she wasn’t adapting nearly as well as she had. The busty French bimbo loved the spotlight but actually winning her matches was more of a coin toss.

She had faced Donna Del Flamenco, a Spanish soap opera star with a decent record and an explosive diva’s temper. She was very tall at 6’4” with a stunningly beautiful face for a boxer, big perky tits with a couple of beauty marks on the cleavage, and long, curly briwn hair. The two had the sheer arrogance to match each other, but in terms of their skills were yet to be seen.

Donna pounded on Jo for a good chunk of the match, far more skilled than the haughty Frenchwoman. Joanne had been working on her stamina so she kept coming back for more. Even after a 2nd round knockdown, she stumbled back up, adjusted her sports bra, and waved assuringly to her fans.

Flamenco just grew more frustrated with her (which Lily could relate to) until she finally slipped up. The hotheaded starlet overswung into a miss, stumbling over enough for Joanne to spring her secret weapon. The limp wristed bimbo could still barely do any damage but her new method made her hop up and swing her tits up into Donna’s face. The soap star was left seeing stars by the double shot of silicone to the face, stumbling to her knees in front of Joanne.

“Ah, floored by my beauty, I see~! Oh hohon~!”

The airhead boasted as she used their change in position to grab Flamenco’s shoulders and swing her tits back and forth, pummeling her like wrecking balls or very vengeful punching bags. Donna’s gorgeous face was comically knocked around until her sweaty hair fell over her bruising face.

As soon as she cleared her head of the mocking boob beating, Flamenco’s face went beet red. Her deadly diva temper blew up as she uppercutted Joanne deep into her crotch through her trunks. Her legs crossed and her titslapping attack was cut off immediately as Donna rose and started pummeling her into her corner. Joanne’s head flopped this way and that, spraying spit and sweat like sge was a very busty sprinkler.

“Don’t you dare mess up my money maker, you fake French whore! You have idea how much work went into this look!”

Donna’s ranting shifted into full blown Spanish as Joanne looked dizzier than ever. Her rubbery legs quivered beneath her when Donna smasher her chin with a massive uppercut. It sent Jo flopping head over heels backwards, but in her blind rage she didn’t account for the strange way physics works on Joanne. The French fighter’s flopping body brought her tits swinging up after her, accidentally hitting Donna with her own titty uppercut. Both fighters hit the mats in their own separate heaps, but only Joanne stumbled up around the 8 count. She was sweating and draped over the ropes but she had won primarily thanks to blind luck.

Lily kept an eye on more than just her workout buddies, of course. Alani Oahu, better known as Queen Kahuna and one of her toughest matches to date, had gone against another heavyweight. The hugely fat Hawaiian had gone through an absolute slugfest with Mabel North, a rough and chunky Canadian milf. North’s big and bushy orange-red hair, , farmer’s tan, wide and stocky build and denim cutoffs instead of trunks made it easy for Lily to believe that she was a former trucker.

“I guess nobody in this damn league started as a boxer,” Lily shrugged to herself.

The match certainly wasn’t graceful. Two 250+ pound heavyweights went swinging at each other like feuding gorillas. They knew that neither could dodge very well, so they threw all they could into their every blow. Lily flinched just from watching the swings that looked like they’d rip her in half to take head on. Alani took a gut and boob-wobbling shot like that like it was a slap to the face and just dished out one of her own without hesitation. She hammered Mabel in the cheek hard enough to rearrange her face, shifting her chubby features to the other side of her face before it broke into a warped smirk. The ladies seemed like they’d require an entire wrecking crew to take them down.

It was five rounds in when the wear and tear seemed to start settling in. They both started sweating buckets and hunching a bit more in their posture, easing the pain on their battered bodies. Their tops were long gone, bashed to shreds by their huge hits and now letting their giant breasts flop around freely. They still threw all they had into their power blows, showing the mats with spit and sweat, but it was more sluggish than before. In the seventh, they were both hurting and panting when Queen Kahuna actually bobbed out of the way of one of the blows. Mabel’s sloppy swing hit nothing but air as Alani dug a deep gutbuster into her soft exposed belly. The Canadian sprayed a burst of spit out as she doubled over the glove, her huge breasts hanging over Alani’s arm and chest. She stayed standing, but just barely as she grabbed the Hawaiian by the hair with one glove. She started wailing on her face, refusing to go down quietly until Alani grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up, body slamming the exhausted redhead to the mats. Her arms flexed intensely with effort to lift the fellow heavyweight before sumoing her down, their huge bodies wobbling with the impact. However tough Mabel was, she wasn’t getting up from that much weight crushing her.

The next match she sat through was about as much of a spectacle, but nowhere near as close. Lily had faced Candy Koko before, the sugar-crazed Japanese popstar that was all glitter and hair dye. She had NOT taken on Killer Clown, a mysterious American fighter with a large, barrel chested build, some clear muscle, and most notably, a cloth clown mask she wore like a hood. It was unnerving the first time Lily had seen it, but watching her in action had her less afraid. Lily technically outranked her already, as the mystery woman expected her strange tactics and intimidatingly silent smile to throw weaker fighters off their game. Lily had already planned to focus on her eyes and upper arms rather than try to read the hooded face and wasn’t that worried.

Koko clearly didn’t have that level of strategy. She had come out swinging while KC dodged and danced around her in her rainbow trunks and tank top. The pop star pugilist just got frustrated and kept tiring herself out before exhausting herself just like when Lily fought her. Clown pounded away at her face and tits, turning her into a punching bag and keeping “punching the clown” as nothing but a crude saying rather than a reality.

Candy went back to her corner to refuel on sugar, but something clearly wasn’t right. She chugged down a pack of Fun-Dip before she went wide-eyed and spat it out. She gagged and chugged some water before complaining.

“Ew! Why was that sour!? Did you get me sour apple flavor?!” she snapped at her coach.

The cause behind it was quickly found out as Killer’s second (a much slimmer woman in clown makeup) went darting away from their corner, her shoes honking all the way. The damage had been done, so she went about massaging KC while Candy tried to recover.

Lacking her sweet power source, she didn’t make it through the second round. KC made a show of dodging around her, knocking her in all directions so the drained Candy was drunkenly dancing all over the ring for her. She finally collapsed forward, KC catching her chin on the tip of her glove. She groaned and her eyes rolled as she was held up by nothing but her opponent’s fist. Killer just pulled down her skirt and panties and started jabbing at her crotch with her free hand, pummeling her pussy into a clumsy orgasm onto the mats before she let her collapse into a KO.

Finally, there was a non-title match with the champ herself. Sandy “Lullaby” Mann was a hugely broad black woman, her hair kept short around her face and the rest tied back in a long, thick braid going down her muscular back. Huge bouncing boobs remained prominent on her despite her muscular build. She had a focused but friendly expression, often slapping casual ho fives or quickly scribbling an autograph on her way to the ring. She was a fairly pleasant soul for the top titboxing champion if not one of the better boxers alive period. Her nickname of Lullaby had come from her ending almost every match with her opponent knocked out cold.

Sherry was a bulky Russian woman, built like a rough country girl and with short, blonde hair dyed with blue tips. She had famously been discovered in a barfight where she unwittingly knocked out one of the top ten in the league. She had also cleaned up from her rough and drunken past, a proudly sober woman for several years after joining the league. She still hit like a force of nature and had kept an unpredictable swagger to her fighting style that made her surprisingly skilled.

Lily watched the two big names clash like she had to do a book report on them. Sandy was a patient and serious woman in the ring, especially compared to the clowns and vampires Lily had seen so far. Every move of hers was quick, precise and exactly as powerful as it needed to be without being predictable. She didn’t strike as frequently as other boxers but she always made each move of her gloves count.

Sherry was far wilder in her approach. She fought hard to land her hits in a mix of brute force and slippery footwork. She was hard to predict but Sandy was fast, tagging her with punishing hits to her ribs and sideboob whenever she had a clear shot. Sherry didn’t make them easy to come by with her shifting stance.

Sherry seemed to take charge briefly in the early 2nd round, right after she snuck in a knee to spike the champ’s crotch. She unleashed some heavy haymakers on the black champ before she snuck in past the Russian’s guard and caught her with a swift combo to the face. Even Sherry reeled from that, and as she backed away Sandy caught a grip on her top. She tore it loose and set off an assault of her own, digging devastating straights into Sherry’s chest. Lily noted just how targeted the punches were, hitting Sherry’s exposed nipples like she was hammering a nail. It kept popping Sherry's hard tips back in, turning them briefly into innies before popping back out for more punishment.

Sherry and her seconds tried regrouping in round three but she had lost her momentum. Sandy even gestured to her crew and they removed her top for her to go bare chested against her opponent. The rock solid champ casually ate a few crosses to her wobbling jugs to lure Shelly in and smashing her face with some downward hooks. Lily watched the fight for the technique alone at that point (and because it was kind of hot), her expectations right that the champ would remain undefeated. Shelly was dead on her feet by round 4, where Sandy cornered her with a few loudly thudding power blows. She cupped her big black orbs and pressed them over the stunned Russian’s face, smothering her unconscious before backing off. The ref only took a moment to confirm Sherry was out cold before signaling for the bell.

Lily sighed and set aside her notebook before taking her hand out from between her legs. She wiped off her fingers and went to change her shorts.

“Well, I’ve got a lot to learn… but thanks for the lessons, ladies. Cuz I’ll be using them on you before long.”

She paused and looked down at ger modest B cups,

“Except maybe the smother thing,” she muttered to herself.