Lily Max Punches Out Hilda VonFraulein (Patreon)

Lily had a little over an hour to rest, shower, and warm up while the crowd got to go stretch their legs and run to the bathroom. It flew right by, her excitement helping her lose track of the time until Doc came to fetch her.

"Had some business to attend to," Doc told her with a telling grin. "You'll see when you get out. But we're on in two."

Lily nodded and pulled on her robe as they walked towards the entrance to the ring, where Doc laced up a fresh set of gloves on her.

"So stick and move, send her crying back to Deutschland. Any last minute tips?"

"Well for one, watch your language. There's a lot of trash talk in foxy boxing, but respect her country..."

"Deutschland means 'Germany,' Doc."

"Oh... oh! Nevermind, then."

Lily just rolled her eyes. "You're lucky you know your way around a ring, Doc."

"Only advice I've got for you to take to heart is this... hit her, don't let her hit you."

"I'll see what I can do..." The sound of a bell out in the arena called people to their seats, and a moment later, a high, chirping, electronic tune began. Lily paused and looked up at the overhead speaker, then back at the smirking Doc.

"Is that fucking Crashervania?" Lily asked, her expression surprise and then smiling. "My entrance music is chiptunes?"

"Amateurs go with that Rocky music and Mama Said Knock You Out. I got a hold of one of your girls at The Arcade and they said it was your favorite song to dance to. I just put in a good word with the DJ's."

"Oh my god, that was once..." Lily rubbed her face with her glove as her cheek burned with blush. A lot of her coworkers at the club knew that she was a closet geek for how butch she was. "Whatever. Let's do this."

Lily strode briskly to the ring, Doc right behind her. A lot of the nerves from the first fight were just... gone. The silly but lively music had those wandering parts of her mind elsewhere, leaving her attention on nothing but the fight. She still faintly picked up on even more cheers than her fight with Glass Joanne. She eyed up the jumbotron that showed their stats.

Lily Maxine Walters, aka "Lil Max."

5'0", 98 lbs, B cup bust

Hilda VonFraulein

6'0", 165 lbs, D cup bust

While Lily's cutely awkward clip played on her half of the screen, there was footage of Hilda wearing camo fatigues pants and a sports bra on some kind of open, dusty ground. She was facing off with a young man in army attire, feinting once before her other bare knuckle crashed into his nose and dropped him in one punch. The camera swept in as Hilda tilted her chin up proudly, flexed one thick but soft-looking bicep, and laughed heartily. The whole process made her breasts and long pigtails bounce on her barrel of a chest. 

Hilda was husky woman, both taller, wider, and busty than Lily. In fact, she was bigger than Joane in every way beside the French girl's tits. She had a build like the weightlifters that Lily saw at the gym. She was built to hit hard, not move fast, and that was more a relief than anything in her mind. She wasn't built like an Olympic sprinter so much as she was a farmer that worked all day doing real work, so there was a bit of soft fat over all her barely recognizable muscle. It still gave her a wide, impressive rack that seemed to hold up the long, thick braids coming from behind either side of her head. Hilda wore a low-cut sports bra that her breasts constantly threatened to bounce right out of like rippling tides of flesh every time the big jolly woman chuckled. A lantern-jawed, military-looking man waited as her cornerman. 

"Oh ho! Such a leettle one they bringing to Hilda!" chortled Hilda in her accent as big and thick as she was. "And here Hilda thinking Americans were supposed to be big und fat!"

Lily just smirked back as Doc took off her robe for her. "Only thing fat in this ring is gonna be your lip, army brat. Make nice and I'll get them both to make them match."

The older German huffed and thumped her gloves together hard enough to make her chest jiggle again. "Then it looking you willing be even shorter once Hilda pound you into pancake."

"Bring it on, ya sour old Kraut." The bell rang for the first round to begin, and Lily took off like a shot. She threw her whole weight, as little as that was, right into Hilda's breadbasket. The towering blonde let out a huge burst of air as she bent over, hugging her own stomach as the green glove plowed right through the padding of her fat and drilled into the German cougar's abs.

The crowd was briefly speechless before they burst into cheers as the one strike had Hilda completely stunned. The bent-over blonde made for easy pickings as Lily started to pound her from every side. Hilda's reactions were stiff and slow compared to Lily's quick brawling style. The German was too sturdy to go flying and stumbling like Joanne had, but it also made her an easy target to keep track of. It took Hilda several painful and disorienting minutes before she caught up to the fight started taking swings at Lily, but she was already becoming outpaced.

"OOMF! Pesky leetle moskito!" Hilda threw a punch that Lily could feel the wind of without even making contact, but she was already darting to one side before the punch truly launched. Lily shot a one-two of jabs into Hilda's breasts, sending them bouncing around in her tanktop before she caught one on the way down with a sharp uppercut. Hilda's arm went up to try to cover her bucking boobs, trying to land a hook on Lily's head. The petite American ducked under the glove and whipped all the way around for a heavy, backhanded blow across the face. The back of the green glove smashed Hilda in the head, finally budging the heavyset German by sending her stumbling into the ropes. Hilda caught onto the ropes before she could bounce off, but Lily moved to her side and snuck in a few quick shots into her side.

Hilda turned and threw her impressive weight into another strike, but she only managed to clip Lily's ear as she dodged aside. The ear burned a bit, but Lily still countered with a cross of her own that caught the blonde right in the jaw. Hilda staggered and crumbled to the mats, getting a huge burst of impressed cheers from the crowd. Lily had to smile as she hopped back to give herself some breathing room and to let the ref check on her and start the count. Hilda was up by five, but she still looked unsteady like she had rushed herself.

"Leetle child vill not bring a German so easily," Hilda grunted out.

"Not what your mom said last night," the brunette smiled back. Lily was careful not hurry herself, taking a few casual potshots at Hilda before the bell sounded the end of the round. No point in wearing her down that much if she was just going to be saved by the bell anyway.

Lily went back to her corner practically untouched, Doc toweling her off and giving her water while the short boxer was free to eye up the sweaty, busty German collapsing into her corner.

"You're doing good out there, Lil!" Doc praised. "Just stay on your toes, off your back, and your head out of the clouds."

Lily saw the blonde nodding curtly as her coach/handler/commanding officer/whatever spoke with her. She was looking impatient, and it felt good for Lily to get under her opponent's skin a bit like the haughty French model had with her. It was how she'd gotten Lily to get overconfident in her first fight, and now she was just... sure of herself.

The bell for round two went off and Doc gave her a quick pat on the ass as she took away Lily's seat. "Keep it movin', Lily girl," she encouraged, and the smaller fighter did just that. Hilda was braced for another rushing attack, so Lily lunged for her just to dart around to the left and hit her in the ribs. The beefy blonde grunted and reflexively tipped to one side, letting Lily send another quick hit into her ear to send her toppling the rest of the way over. Hilda was up by four this time, more off balance than truly knocked silly, but it still earned the same outburst of cheers from the crowd and pride from Lily.

Hilda let out an audible growl of frustration as she beat a glove into the mats on her way up. "Hilda iss tired of your Scheiss, Kind!" she fumed, her jovial and confident air from the start of the fight dropped rather quickly. Back on her feet, she steadied herself enough that she could at least block a few of Lily's first wave of punches. Her sturdy arms blocked a few more shots to her breasts, letting Lily work up a sweat trying to get around her bigger gloves and get at her bouncy body.

Lily took a quick hop back to avoid another stiff swing from the over-practiced blonde when she heard the coach shout from the Hilda's corner.

"VanHausen! Blitzkrieg! Eins! Zwei! Drei!"

Hilda nodded at his strange orders and launched a set of jabs at Lily one after the other. Lily dodged the first and barely brought her gloves up in time to stop the second by deflecting it to some side. It still sent a distant ache through her arms just doing that, but then Hilda's first fist came right at her. Lily barely pulled her head aside, having to take it to the body instead as Hilda's heavy glove crushed her revealing tank top into one of her breasts. Lily gave a sharp cry of pain, but Hilda just wound up and started another set of jabs as her coach went on, rhythmically counting off in German for her like an angry metronome.

It was always jab, jab hook. Even catching onto the pattern, Hilda had a non-stop rhythm that came at her like a bulldozer; it wasn't the fastest thing, but it was steady and could still fuck you up if given half the chance. Lily was spending all her time and energy avoiding the blows, hardly able to get a single jab into Hilda's stomach before that first jab came at her again. Lily did all she could to retreat, but Hilda kept coming after her like jiggly German clockwork.

"Get out of there, kid! Get around and get back at her head!" Doc shouted to Lily. The American girl took a dip to the left, but Hilda had bullied her back into a corner. There wasn't as much space as she'd hoped between Hilda's wide hips and the ropes, so all the blonde had to do was thrust her butt out to the left and bounce Lily off of them to put her back in place. Lily had a moment to look shocked before Hilda's big red glove slammed her right between the eyes. The petite boxer flew back a couple yards as her back slammed into the turnbuckle, looking dizzily as Hilda moved in on her with a sadistic grin on her once jolly face.

Lily turtled up and raised her gloves to protect her face. Hilda hammered on them with her own fists like a pair of battering rams, even the blocked blows rattling Lily's whole body as she was driven into the ringpost. The bell finally sounded again, Hilda sneaking in one more dirty shot to the stomach before she shook out her braids like a proud dog wagging its tail.

Hilda was still breathing heavy, but she had her own confidence back as both women dropped down into their seats. "Not sure what happened with that one," Lily huffed. "Bitch suddenly got game."

"It must be some kind of signature move," Doc explained as she took an ice pack to Lily's cheek, getting a little hiss from the boxer. "I heard the girls talking about her using something she calls the Clock Puncher."

"But it was just three punches," Lily groaned. "How did that suddenly work so good for her?"

"She was waiting for it. She's not faster than you, but she's experienced, and she can outlast you. She was waiting for you to tired out get you on the defensive. The coach didn't start yelling until you were at one exact spot." Doc extended her fist to its farthest in a slow jab at the air. "You were right at the end of her reach. She's durable enough to wait until you were in the perfect spot, then do a combo she's probably done a million times before. Then it's just one or two hits to get you in real trouble."

"Okay," Lily huffed, breathing deep to try to regroup. "So how do we stop it? Gotta be an opening to every combo, right?"

"Maybe if you had the power to block those kind of punches. But she's got the rhythm down pat. She’s just a machine when she does it."

"Like a cuckoo clock that always goes off on the hour..."

"Or an engine. Gives me an idea, though. How much actual German do you know?"

"Took a few classes in highschool. Why?"

"Because all I know how to say is 'nein,' but I can't count that high."

"That doesn't mean what you think, Doc, but I follow you..."

After a few seconds to form a plan, the bell rang again. "No stopping time," Lily sighed, getting up and rolling her shoulders. Hilda stepped out towards the middle of the ring to wait on her, sweat making her clothes stick tightly to her generous curves.

"Hilda is thinking you won't last one more punch," the bitch blonde smirked, chuckling deeply enough that her braids bounced on her breasts.

"I won't have to, chunky. Just try to tag me again." Lily went in like the first round, hitting and moving and generally frustrating Hilda. A pair of punches to the sides of her tits, then a big hook into her belly. Lily was staying on defense above all else, letting Hilda whiff on her heavy blows time and again as she muttered to herself. Hilda's hook missed Lily's head, letting her duck and then shoot up with a powerful uppercut to her breast. Hilda gasped as she staggered back and her wobbling tit combined with the impact to simply tear it out of her top. That wasn't to say that her breast left the bra, but that the cup itself exploded from the intense vibrations that Hilda's bouncy form had caused combined with the sudden power blow.

Hilda stumbled back, meeting Lily's eye as she smirked at the half topless Hilda. One big, sweaty breast hung out in the air, getting a big cheer from the crowd at their first true sight of tits in the fight. With nothing to stuff it back into, Hilda growled and advanced on Lily again. Lily kept hopping back from her blows, sneaking in an occasional shot at her ribs and a mocking smack or two into the naked boob. Eventually, though, Lily stepped into that sweet spot again, and there was the telltale cry of her coach once again.

"Blitzkrieg!!" Hilda grinned at the sight of her finisher being set up once again, and her first heavy jab came in. Lily sucked in a breath and sidestepped the first, raising her gloves a split second after. "That's eins..." Lily muttered as Hilda's glove connected with hers next, driving Lily back a half step even as she blocked it. "Zwei..." The hook came around and Lily was sent reeling, even with her mitts up in the way of the blow. Her arms were aching just from block it, and she knew she couldn't keep it up for long.

Of course, she wouldn't have to. "And that's drei!" she told herself softly. Hilda's coach started to count it down loudly again like a marching song, belting out with her first jab. "EINS!" Lily blocked this jab, which hit hard enough to bruise up her forearm, but Lily had her own retort.

"Neun!" Lily shouted back. The crowd had a sudden quiet, as did Hilda. She hesitated from her second punch, looking back at her coach.

"Neun?" Hilda muttered in confusion as her coach's eyes went wide. Lily hit her with a sudden suckerpunch to the stomach, winding the blonde once again. She hurriedly raised her glove as her coach started to count again, just for Lily to shout out "Zwolf! Sieben! Zehn! Zweiundzwanzig!"

Hilda's face changed from shocked pain to utter confusion, letting Lily absolutely go to town on her. The blonde was bent over as Lily was a blur, swinging as hard and fast as she could left and right. Hilda's head and breasts (especially the exposed one) whipped side to side, her huge body staggering this way and then that just to keep up with the force of the blows. Her rounded features swelled as her lip grew fat and her eye swelled shut, her bulk not much use in protecting her face from Lily's non-stop barrage.

Hilda ended up trying to retreat to her corner to take some refuse and hopefully some advice from her coach, but Lily reached out with her glove to grab the torn cup of her bra and drag her back into her. "Eine Million!" Lily shouted as she shot up with a leaping uppercut at the dazed German. The glove smashed into Hilda's still covered breast, tearing the unstable sports bra and hurling Hilda's own bosom into her face with a meaty smack. Hilda reeled from it, but it was a split-second before Lily's fist followed through and crashed right into her nose. Hilda's head flew backward as her eyes rolled, flopping flat on her back with a ring-shaking thud. Her big braids trailed down after her like streamers before they flopped across her face like a crude veil of hair. The ref came in to count as Lily stepped back, smiling and rubbing her aching arms. Hilda groaned and managed to get an arm under her to push onto her hip, but the ten-count went off uninterrupted.

The bell rang to mark Lily's second win, raising her gloves and hooting as she jumped up and down. Doc came in with a firm smack on the back as Hilda's trainer helped her back up. Hilda groaned dizzily, and he had to call out to another pair of men at ringside to help get the big punchdrunk German back on her feet.

They conversed in their native language before Hilda was helped over towards Lily. The tiny boxer glanced warily at Doc, but her eyes went back to her opponent's big hanging tits and a little bit of envy sparked in the back of her mind.

"You did vell, Leetle Max, ya? Hit Hilda very hard for tiny American. How did you learning to fight, ya?"

Lily smiled a bit, taking it as close enough to a compliment. "I grew up on the streets, became a stripper, then met a perv. It's not exactly a Disney movie story."

Hilda laughed heartily at this and patted a weary, gloved hand on Lily's shoulder. It was still enough to make her squat down another inch or two from the weight. "Oh, ve vill see. Hilda like the fight in you, my leetle surpriser. Hilda is wishing good luck in the biggy league."

"Ain't there yet," Lily said with a shrug, even if it was hampered by Hilda's heavy hand. "But thanks. Did good for an old war dog."

"Ha! Zere ees always somezing worth fighting for, ya?"

"Better be, or I'm gonna be out of a job soon."

Hilda chuckled again, even if she looked too battered to have really gotten it with her broken English, but she was escorted out while Doc took Lily to the med bay for another healing sucker.

"Well, finals of the tourney, kid," Doc smiled as Lily rolled the strange medicine around in her mouth, enjoying the feeling returning to her arms. "Looks like the Americans are taking over this one, because you're up again Queenie Baul. They call her "Disco Baul."

"You kidding me?" Lily said with a roll of her eyes. Doc turned her phone around to show Lily the tall and athletic black woman wearing a dazzling, sparkly vest and with an afro bigger than her head. "You're not kidding me. Alright. What's the news?"

"Fellow New Yorker. Has a theme, obviously. Also going to have to rethink your usual strategy on targets."

Lily raised a freshly ungloved hand to tap a finger on her temple.

"Bingo. Your headshots are going to have to be spot on if you're going to get through that padding."

"Like a tacky bike helmet..."

"Tacky, but it works."

"It must since it's worked for you, ya chubby old nut."

"Wait, what about me's tacky?"

"It’s the track suits… nevermind. Go get a snack. See ya in thirty."