Lily Max Punches Out Queenie "Disco" Baul (Patreon)

The finals had arrived. Even warming up in the back of the gym with her earbuds in, Lily could hear the echoes of the announcer firing up the crowd about how the next winner would be signed on as a professional foxy boxer. Lily didn't pay it much mind, working on another finishing move with her unbelievably refreshed body. Queenie wasn't going to be the tank that Hilda was, but she was taller and certainly more maneuverable than the husky German. Of course, at this point, Lily wasn't even thinking about the job or the league anymore. She just wanted to bring down another big girl who thought the size of their tits was going to bring them to the top.
Lily came out with Doc as the big screens played her humble introduction. Lily felt it was pretty cute with some hindsight and confidence on her side, but Queenie took that out from under her pretty quickly. She had gone all out with her stylish lighting and funky music to her intro, sensually dancing and thrusting for the camera before the tall, afroed woman leaned far over and showed off her cleavage from her sparkly top. For such a fit woman, she had some wide and jiggly breasts tucked into her glittery vest.
“Next time, we actually plan out an intro clip,” Lily muttered to Doc from her corner.
Queenie “Disco” Baul6’2, 125 lbs, triple D cups
Lily Maxine Walters, aka "Lil Max."5'0", 98 lbs, B cup bust

Queenie was a woman with a big smile on her face whenever it was plausible, as if she had already won the match. Of course, when it was well past the year 2000 and your theme was disco, you tended to be pretty comfortable with yourself. She wore skin tight bell bottoms with glittering boots poking out from underneath the wide cuffs, and the glimmering vest of gold rhinestones beneath her robe. Her skin was the color of strong coffee, and an inch thick afro puffing out of her scalp.
"I almost thought you were some kind of hallucination until just now," Lily teased as she taller woman entered the ring. "Didn't think someone so cheesey could be real."
"Oh, I'm no dream, baby." Queenie smiled wider. "You're just about to have a run-in with Disco Baul. I am gonna knock out out of this world." The outdated boxer shrugged off her robe, handing it off to her coach. Lily caught even more sparkly bullshit across the back of in glittery letters.
"Disco Slut?" Lily muttered to Doc as she read out loud.
"Maybe they wanted to write 'Disco Stu' but they had some beads left over," Doc offered. "But don't mind that. Focus on her."
"Right. Use less head shots, stay on defense, and don't make any 'dead as disco' jokes," Lily affirmed with a serious nod.
"That's my girl. You're better than that," Doc agreed with a firm pat on her shoulder. The ref signalled for the fighters to meet up in the middle of the ring and the sound of the bell called them into action.
Lily and Disco traded a few early jabs as usual, Lily learning from her first matches and sticking to defense until she picked up on her funky foe's approach. Based on her blocked hits, Disco didn't hit as hard as Hilda or even Glass Joanne, but she knew how to feint and had a surprising style to her. Lily finally read one of her feints and charged past it, smashing a rushed straight into Queenie's abs. The tall girl grunted and lost her momentum as Lily tore into her, eager to show the extra power packed into her small package. She delivered a speedy combo into Disco's stomach before throwing her weight into a high hook that crushed her tit into her ribs.Queenie fell back into the ropes, but as Lily moved in to press the attack, the afroed fighter turned and thrust her hips to one side, thumping her butt into Lily's pelvis. It make the smaller girl stumble back right before Disco hit her with a hard cross to the face. Lily staggered enough to nearly go off her feet when another double combo to her nose finally brought the pint-sized brawler to her knees.
"Looks like it's lights out for you," Queenie gloated, still with her winning smile on her face. She raised a fist for a finishing blow, the gleam of her spotlights shining off her polished glove. Lily couldn't see the looming punch coming, but she knew it was there. With no proper defense in sight, she considered dodging briefly before she went with her gut and flung herself forward. She timed her swing with Queenie's gyrating legs to nail her right in the crotch of her bell bottoms, getting the the disco girl to instantly double over in pain.
"Right in the Bauls," Lily hissed, shooting up from her knees and uppercutting the hunched over dancer in the chin. Queenie took several huge steps back from the crushing blow, barely staying on her feet. Lily rubbed her arm over her face, wiping some sweat away as she cursed that Disco didn't go down from that hard a hit.
Queenie came back swinging, but Lily found herself having to fall back. Her stylish punches kept her second-guessing when the disco fighter was coming for a genuine swing or a feint, and she was quick enough that Lily took several shots to the ribs whenever she'd fall for it. The bell finally broke them up, Queenie smiling again and spinning around on her toe before strutting back to the corner with a cheery wiggle to her booty.
Lily just went back to her corner to slump into her seat. "Guess that was kind of a draw," Lily muttered as Doc gave her some water.
"At least we're getting what her style is. Remember to watch her footwork. That'll tell you more than the gloves do."
"Yea. Got it. She's just flashy as fuck out there." Her head was still ringing from the few shots Disco had gotten on her and nearly finished her with her big overhead swing.
"That's what she wants. Get that glitter out of your eyes and get her again like last time. Work the body then get that head when she's most vulnerable."
Lily nodded and thumped her gloves together as she heard the bell, just to get some feeling back in her arms. She came out quicker this time, not letting Queenie set up any style to dupe her with. Queenie brought up her gloves to defend her breasts, so Lily snuck under her guard and slammed her in the belly once again.
Disco managed to hop back and plant her feet, but Lily had her caught in a corner. "Nice moves," Queenie praised. "But you're not fast enough to dance with the Disco Slut." Lily smirked and tensed her legs, rushing in for another speeding shot to Queenie's ribs.
"Footwork!" she heard Doc call from her corner. She double checked, but Queenie was just dodging. Lily eased her blow into a feint, but before she could ready her second shot, Queenie's foot swept into her legs. Lily tripped right over the big boot as the legs were kicked right out from under her. The short boxer took a spill forward and her face smashed into the turnbuckle, leaving her seeing stars. One of Queenie's gloves smashed into the side of her head, rattling her brains as she tried to turn to face her. Another sparkling glove just drove right in between Lily's eyes, sending her crumbling to the mats.
Lily was left staring blankly at the crowd for a few seconds, getting herself to see straight and breath heavily. She forced her way back up, hearing the count reaching five when she got a foot back on the mat.
Lily blinked some sweat from her eyes as she focused back on Queenie, braced for another charge from the black boxer. Queenie sent a shot for Lily's right cheek, just to make her guard it and surprise her with a left to the face. Spittle flew from Lily's lips as the bigger woman's fist crashed across her face, but Lily paid her back with a quick pair of shots to Queenie's ribs. Queenie stepped back, but only far enough to stay out of Lily's reach. Her own longer arm still tagged the shorter girl with a parting shot to the eye, getting her to back off while breathing heavily. Lily fought to keep her head on straight, but her vision wasn't cooperating with all those head shots.
Lily was ready to cheat a glance at the timer when she heard Doc call to her again. "Hole up, kid! Back out!" Lily put her gloves up high against the taller girl and retreated for the ropes. Her trust in the coach kept her from taking any more big hits for the round before the bell rang. It cut off Queenie from winding up for a shot to Lily's gut, but she still grinned as she went back to her corner with that shark's smile.
Lily stumbled back to her corner with a few new bruises for Doc to tend to. "Are you sure I can't do headshots? Cuz I really wanna knock some teeth out of that smile of hers right now."
"Not worth it. She'd wiggle right out of the way, even if you got her. Stick with the middle." Doc put a cold pack to Lily's head, getting the white girl to wince but then relax as it helped with her pounding headache. "She just got a hot streak out there. Don't let her get started. Remember how I showed you with your footing? Keep an eye on those feet to tell when she's readying a big one, and wail on the body when she's not. Don't let her distract you."
"Got it," Lily insisted with a weary nod. "Can't let her get her rhythm going again..." Lily paused, thinking for a moment and nodding. "Yea, thanks. I think I got it."
The bell for round three went off and she rose up with a focused gleam in her eye. Queenie came out with her gloves ready, bouncing from one foot to the other readily despite having taken a few shots herself. "Saved the last dance for ya, honey. Unlucky for you, Disco goes all night long."
Lily smiled right back. "You're more fro than brains, sister, because I've got your number now. For a disco girl, it's no wonder you're a one-hit wonder."
"Feisty! I like that," Queenie grinned, moving in for Lily with a quick jab. Lily parried the shot and threw her own counter punch into Baul's ribs. Queenie started a swing for Lily's head again, but she stayed close and mashed two more blows into the sides of the disco queen's tits. Her boobs went jiggling around in her top, and even the grinning dancer winced as her bouncing breast pulled on the tender muscle. Lily smirked at her and ducked back right when Queenie tried to land a cross to her jaw. Lily dove right back in to punch her in the other breast, and when Queenie hugged her arm across her chest, Lily hooked another blow into her belly. Lily blocked a desperate jab, but ignored another feint to hop and punch Queenie right between the boobs. Queenie grunted as her sternum was struck and she staggered clumsily back, leaning her arms over the ropes.
"I figured you out," Lily smirked, standing ready for the black woman's rise. "At first I thought you were faster than me, but you're just flashier."
Queenie shook her head, bouncing her afro and breasts around. It made her wince and cup one of her tits in her gloved hand. "That doesn't mean you can stop all my moves..."
"Sure can." Lily mimed a quick little pattern feints and jabs at the air, and Queenie's eyes went wide. "You're just like Hilda: you've got a pattern. It wasn't obvious at first, but I saw you pull that combo a few times. It's the same as the chorus to Disco Booty. You feint on the beats and hit on the words. I played as many disco songs as I could when I heard I was fighting you, because I knew you'd have one of those songs in your head. It just took me a while to see which one."
Queenie frowned at last, but smirked again after a moment. "So you got one of my combos. That ain't all I got."
"Yea? Well let's see about that!" Lily laughed back. They came at each other, but Lily had her right. The devastating, rhythmically-paced combos were what carried Disco through her first few matches. Thinking and fighting on her feet proved a lot easier for Lily to deal with. Queenie's punches weren't as clear or confident, so she could read her footing and face that much easier. Queenie clearly had to think before trying any kind of combo, and she had to wind up to do any real power moves, so Lily was finally seeing through her tells.
The bell rang after Lily had taken a few superficial thumps, but delivered even more to Queenie's midsection. The black girl went back to her corner, her smile more shaky as she dropped into her corner and her corner woman instantly went to work on her shoulders and breasts' muscles.
"Nice comeback, Lil," Doc praised, rubbing her shoulders. "Way to play a player."
"Yea, she's out of her comfort zone. I'll take her down that much easier."
"Just remember to stick with the plan. And she's cornered now. She's three rounds in, and she'll probably get desperate. That's when you can finish the job. And I think you gave me an idea for just how to do it..."
Doc gave her a reassuring pat on the ass when the bell rang again, Lily hopping up to her feet and taking another deep, readying breath for round four. It was her longest fight yet, but she was loving it. The numbness in her arms made them heavy, but her heart raced and she felt sharper than she had at the start of the fight. She knew she'd found her calling.
Queenie did come out angry and desperate. Her grin was made of gritted teeth as she swung wildly for Lily. She had to block a few heavy hits, but Lily stayed on her toes and danced around most of the swings. She punched her in the breasts and belly whenever she could, and at once point mashed her boob so hard into her chest that the glitter flew from her top. Queenie herself was shining with sweat that ran over her dark bruises. She managed a sudden hook to Lily's face that knocked her to one side, but it gave Lily a chance to see the payoff from Doc's strategy. Queenie turned to try to follow her, just to wince and stumble as she clutched her stomach. Her body was so badly worked over that turning was proving difficult for her.
Lily took full advantage, darting to one side too fast for Queenie to follow. She punched her hard twice more in the side, just to zip away when Queenie swung wide and wild, hurting her own side in the process. Lily darted all around her, circling her completely with some peppering jabs before a hard hook caught Queenie's stomach, dropping her to her knees and then the mats. Lily backed off to catch her breath and watch her downed opponent, but Queenie dragged herself up dizzily by eight.
"I... ain't ready to get down just yet," Disco huffed as she pushed her gloves onto her knees to rise back up. She put her gloves up quickly as Lily rushed in, stopping a few hits but forced to back up to keep Lily from sneaking under her guard. Queenie did surprise her opponent at last when she sent a low punch, catching Lily in her tit as she yelped and pulled back. Not many of her foes bothered to reach the small targets, but they bounced in their own small and perky way. Queenie followed suit with another blow to the other, getting another cry from Lily. She pressed the attack as they traded a few blows each, Lily bitterly taking revenge on Queenie's bigger boobs. It left her open for a hard shot to her already swelling eye, sending Lily stumbling with a heavy groan.
Queenie's eyes lit up as her big grin returned, Lily falling until one knee hit the mats... then her own eyes opening wide.
"Psych!" she crowed, rising back up as she simultaneously used the momentum to send her glove up between Queenie's legs with another of her famously brutal uppercuts. Queenie's eyes went wide and her mouth flew open, emitting a shrill howl as her gloves went to cup her crotch. It was perfectly within the few (and sexy) rules of the league, and it proved even more affective than the first one after all the pain she'd put Queenie's stomach through the last few rounds. Queenie started to drop to her knees, but before she even could, Lily switched hands for another uppercut, this one right to her jaw. Her head whipped back so hard that her battered boobs popped out of her flashy top, sticky with sweat and glitter. Lily rode the momentum to jump clean off the mats, raising her glove for a big windup.
"METEOR GLOVE!" she shouted, just because she was a closet geek and because she could. She dove back down and drove her punch into the top of Queenie's skull, smashing her face and tits down to land on the mats with a splat. Queenie laid there groaning on the mats with her face down and ass up in the air, getting a crowing laugh from Doc in the corner and a big cheer from the crowd.
And Queenie still got up. She staggered drunkenly, she had a fat lip, and her afro was a frizzy, shapeless mess, but she was up at 9. Lily shook her head and blew some sweaty hair from her eyes. "Gonna make me earn it, are you? Well this tourney is mine!""Disco... ain't dead yet," Queenie gurgled weakly.
"...nah. Too easy. I'm better than that.."
Lily charged in as Queenie readied a swing of her own, the smaller girl much quicker even with her various bruises and injuries (including one badly bruised eye and an aching chest and head). Lily sidestepped it easily, but Queenie's head wasn't exactly in the best shape either. Her aim went off course as she tried to retract her punch to protect herself, just for it to catch on the edge of Lily's top. Lily delivered a double straight punch into Queenie's boobs, crushing them into her chest before they bounced out of control while Queenie fell over backward. Her shoulders hit the ropes and instantly bounced forward to flop to the mats. Lily was standing ready to put her down again as the adrenaline pumped through her, too much to notice that the falling Queenie had grabbed onto her tiny top and pulled it right off. But Queenie stayed down, out cold from the painful tit buster.
The bell rang and the crowd erupted to cheer on the little underdog. Lily laughed and raised her fists overhead, jumping for joy as (unaware to her) her perky, round little B-cups bounced with her. Doc came out to help (eventually...) and wrap a robe around her shoulders, letting Lily wave to the crowd with a huge, slightly swollen grin on her face. She could be embarassed later.
"Lily Max!" a pretty, well-dressed announcer from the league boomed, stepping into the ring with her and Doc (and a motionless Queenie). "You've just won $10,000 and a free pass into the foxy boxing league! How does it feel!?"
She held out the microphone for Lily, who leaned in with a big grin and simply said "Ow." The crowd laughed with her before she went on. "Feels... feels good. Yea, it hurts, but worth it as fuck."
"Good to hear! And what are you plans for the league?"
Lily looked to Doc, who gestured for her to take it. "I plan to keep doing what I do; punching out bigger bitches until I beat em all." This got another pop of cheers and laughs from the crowd.
"Well there's a lot of competition out there who wants to do the same thing to you. Best of luck out there!" She went on to thank the audience and all the competitors while Doc got Lily backstage for a rest another another healing lollipop.
"You did it, Lil! Knew you had it in ya!" Doc paced around their changing room while she filled out their paperwork for the league. Lily was laid back on the examination table, just letting her body rest as she smiled to herself.
"I gotta hand it to you, Doc. You aren't nearly as full of it as I thought when we signed up for this thing. This is all more than I'd make in a month at The Arcade." She had her gloves off, so she could check her phone again to just admire how full her bank account was.
"I ain't full of shit right now, but when we're done celebratin' at the Golden Corral..."Lily kicked her in the shoulder from the table as she passed back. "Oh, fuck you, Doc. Though that does sound real fucking good right now..."
"Yea, that's the candy talking. Those things will heal you right up, but they're nothing for your stomach. Let's carb you up tonight and we'll start training again this weekend."
"Sounds good. I'll just let my friends know I'll be late." Lily started up a text as Doc waved a hand.
"Hey, don't let me get in the way of your social life. We can go another time if you had plans."
"No, really. It's cool. They're uh..." Lily blushed and hunched her shoulders. "They're just my group I meet online for War Guild."
Doc gave her a wary glance for a minute before she threw an arm around Lily's shoulders. "Listen, kid. I'm not one to judge how you spend your free time, but if you want a friend, you've got one in me."
Lily blushed and shoved her. "Oh come on, Doc! I HAVE real friends! There's the girls at the club, and Rico the bouncer's a decent guy..."
"Great! So bring them along!" Doc gave her a pat on the shoulder. "I'll even treat! Everybody loves someone who can buy them a meal, and you could use some arm-candy for your celebration."
"They're my coworkers, you old creep," Lily insisted. "Treat them with respect, you hear me? Especially because I'm inviting Rico, and he's dating Liz. And I'm NOT telling you which one is Liz."
"Great! I love a challenge," Doc laughed. Lily rolled her eyes but her coach kept on smiling. "Keep on trying, kid, cuz you're not going to spoil my mood either. You keep punching titties around like that and we're gonna make it big!"