Angelina "Putemup" Dukes vs Dahlia Licks (Patreon)

Another one co-wrote by Genderswapbops/Crystal. We basically scrawl it all out, I go back and figure out what's keepable and tidy up the grammar and pacing. This is definitely one of those settings where a lot of the character ideas were me coming up with Name "Nickname" Name joke characters.

Putting the tough beefy country girl against a chubby, happy baker girl felt like a given for me. Two favorite body types, and I'll always say that a good-looking lady always has a big something. I mess with a little bit of X-Men The Blob energy with Dahlia, and honestly the concepts going forward were excuses to get even cartoonier on this one. Which does have me thinking back to some Jessica Rabbit vs Bettie Boop ideas, whether boxing or wrestling. It's just such a straight forward thought that I was mostly surprised I hadn't thought of it before.

Another fight night came up quickly for Angie, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She was ready to keep climbing up the ranks and keep fighting. She was up against Dahlia Licks, and from all Ang could find there wasn’t a lot to her. She was heavier than her first opponent but not much of a better record. And a history as a baker, apparently, whatever that meant.

Her intro went off without a hitch just as before, although with even more people cheering for this newcomer. Angie had made an amazing splash in her last match, with blows so powerful the league put in splash zone seats for all those slobberknockers and flying fighters. Still, the crowd seemed equally excited for the announcing opponent…

“Coming in with a record of 15 wins amd 8 losses, from New Orleans, Louisiana, the boxing sweetheart, the pastry pulverizer, Dahliaaaaa ‘Sweetspot’ Liiiiiicks!”

Even in her robe, the incoming fighter was quite a bit wider than Tina. She briefly worried they were setting up beefcakes already, but that wasn't it. Dahlia had a strange, puffy hat and some kinda…stains dotting her face and curly brown hair. She was currently waving to the crowd, smiling so wide and sweet it could give you diabetes while her second urged her along to the ring. They seemed a little impatient with her, as if knowing she’d spend all day catering to her fans if she didn’t make her stop.

The light brown hair bounced around almost as much as the thick girl's breasts and belly, the higher of which was blooming over her apron. Her arms seemed softer or at least better padded than Ang's, giving her a milfy air about her. The buff brawler wasn't exactly impressed as Dahlia squeezed herself through the ropes after spending a bit too much time chatting and hugging the fans.

"Well I got my targets," Dukes noted, eying up the various soft spots confidently.

Dee seemed to agree, smirking as she saw the chubby baker squeeze through the ropes from their corner. She hung up her patron but kept the puffy little chef’s hat that seemed surprisingly well stuck in place. She wore some pastel colored trunks and a high top that exposed some of her soft tummy and underboob.

“Yeah you definitely got this! The hell’s she gonna do? Fall on you, or just bake you a pie?” her second giggled.

Dahlia was a lot less confrontational, even in the ring. She smiled and waved across at Angie.

“Well hi theeeeere. Hope you don’t mind losin’ to a gal more your weight, but I’ll make it a sweet experience for both of us~” she smiled as she made her way to the center.

"Eh. It’ll be better'n the toothpicks I'd fight in the little leagues," Dukes admitted with a huff. "Thanks for makin' it easy and bein' a big target at least."

Dahlia didn't seem too worried at all, despite the difference of fat and muscle between them. Her corner co-chef looked more annoyed by all this trash talk, or sweet talk by how Dahlia acted. When the bell rang, it was time to leave it to the boxers to settle things. Angel came out with her gloves up and ready, sizing Dahlia up before throwing up her arms to block a suspected blow. She realized a moment too late that the round chef just seemed to jiggle naturally, making her unpredictable to watch. It took her a second to realize that it wasn't her prepping a punch. She couldn't shift back in time before Dahlia threw a heavy hook up into her abs, making Angelina flinch before she countered with a cross to the jaw.

Angelina’s head and hair bobbed away from the strike but she swung a quick hook back in return. It seemed that the bigger chef gal could take and dish out a punch a hell of a lot better than the masochist jobber before her, hardly even going for a block as she ate that punch head on. Dahlia came back with some more punches but they were rather slow. Angie blocked the first one, but they were packing some hefty weight behind them if nothing else.

Angie blocked the first but it was knocked off course more than she expected. It wasn't common for her to match up with somebody in her weight class let alone at her level of strength, so she had to think quickly to keep up. A pair of head busters landed home and rattled Dukes enough to make her stagger back a moment, just to use the backpedal to plant her feet and surge forward again. She ducked around another sluggish swing and threw a deep, vengeful uppercut into the exposed tummy of her latest opponent.

That upper slammed right into the muffin maker’s muffin top, sinking in comically as the baker gal’s eyes widened! …for a moment. Dukes’ glove bounced back out a moment later as the jiggling continued across Dahlia’s body like she was a body of water. Even Duke’s low uppercut only seemed to stagger her.

“Aww, sweetie. You think that's going to soften me up?”

She giggled, slamming a close range cross right to Angie’s face to knock her away. She acted like she barely felt the belly blow at all.

Dahlia hopped back as Dukes took a wild swing at her, bouncing out of the way while dipping back into her corner. Ang tried pressing her attack, slamming a few firm shots into the busty baker’s head and sides before landing a double-fisted blow down on her boobs. Dahlia huffed in surprise, but her padding clearly saved her from the worst of her blows. She replied with a swift elbow to the side of Ang’s face, startling and stunning her a moment. As she backed into her corner, she reached into her hanging apron pocket while Angelina was stunned, pulling out a wooden spoon that looked right out of a kitchen. It even had some bits of dough and flour on it while she whipped it rapidly, swatting its flat side against Ang’s boobs. They didn’t hit as hard as her heavy gloves, but she had much more speed and striking distance with the short weapon. She slapped Dukes’ face and boobs around, leaving embarrassing red imprints in her wake.

“Ow! The sneaky bitches in this league!” Angelina griped.

She got a glove in the way and smacked the cutesy weapon away, sending it flying across the ring.

"Knock it the hell off before you knock your BLOCK off!" she fumed.

Dukes slammed Dahlia in the kisser with a big haymaker. The head shot clearly had a lot less padding, making the baker girl grunt loudly and reel to one side. She grabbed an arm on the ropes for balance before righting herself, but Dukes had already switched gears. She slid back and unleashed a machine gun pace of jabs around her head and chest since the lower body didn't seem to go far. It pummeled her around while she was still stunned, jerking one way and another in a little pummeled seizure.

"Time to tenderize that dough o' yours," Duke growled.

“That’s… not how… dough works,” Dahlia grunted sporadically.

Licks finally shook it off and smiled, rushing back at Angie and interrupting her barrage. She slammed body-first, belly bumping her away before following through and body slamming her right into one of the corners.

“Sounds like this dish needs some time to cool off,” Dahlia huffed as her plump body pinned her in the corner.

Dukes huffed loudly as she was mashed back into the corner and pawed clumsily at Dahlia, but Licks got her licks in as she pummeled her sides. Angelina groaned and leaned forward to clinch with her, robbing her of some momentum but also burying her face into her cleavage.

Dahlia giggled as she felt her grab on, cooing as she still managed to keep kneading Angie’s stomach like dough. Dukes groaned into her bosom, pawing and pushing at her face trying to force the heavyweight back.

“Aww, looks like she’s hungry~ Go on, stay as long as you want. I’ve got so much meat I’m like a buffet down there~” she insisted.

She seemed content to lean in, getting a few clinching punches in but mostly smothering Dukes in between her tits and the corner. Putemup’s muscles still flexed and started to slowly push her away.

"Only thing I'm hungry for is kickin your butt," Dukes grumbled.

It wasn't the most convincing while she was face first in her opponent's titties, but her actions spoke louder than her words. Dukes bearhugged around Dahlia's soft middle and her muscles bulged before she leaned back with a hearty grunt. She lifted up and suplexed the boxer over her head in more of a wrestling move than boxi9ng. It was still very effective in slamming her into the pole behind her. Not a conventional move, but if they were using weapons and powers, she could at least do some grappling. The fans certainly didn’t expect to see one of the boxers get  lifted and slammed right into the cornerpost.

Licks ended up slumping into the corner, arms and tits resting over the ropes. She was absolutely stunned in the corner, eyes swirling and rolling about as cakes and muffins swirled around her vision.

“Ngh…might need a few more minutes on that won, hon~!” she mumbled out, drooling slightly

"Lemme turn up the heat then!" Dukes huffed, righting herself again as the timer for the first round neared its end. She backed off rather than charging in, just to lean into the ropes and stretch them waaaay back before slingshotting back in. She threw all her weight and momentum into a deep gut buster blow, looking to push past the soft defense with all the power she could muster. The blow cracked right through the big gals defenses, going so deep as to dent the ringpost behind her. Her plumpness was enough to cushion the blow enough to not break the cornerpost, stumbling and leaning forward over the glove instead. She was practically out on her feet as she struggled to get any wind back in her sails, huffing and panting and completely open for Angie.

Angie flexed and beefed up her arms, pumping them up while Dahlia only lost momentum. It was nearly the end of the round so she threw all she had into her next punch. Dahlia hastily reached into the cleavage of her outfit and blew a handful of flour in between them. A ninja-like cloud of white smoke arose around her as she tried to dart out of the way. Angelina blinked as her eyes watered, trying to make sense of where she was.

Still, Dukes' muscle memory (better than her actual memory for a meathead like her) paid off and she went on with one more massive haymaker with her bulked up beefy arm. Dee was squealing and jumping in delight at her corner as Angie tracked and clobbered the chef even while she was effectively fighting blind. It hit so hard that Dahlia’s cheek smushed around for a second before she went flying sideways into another ringpost. Ingredients flew out from her and her apron, spilling onto the floor and landing in a small but surprisingly convincing cake. She crashed from ropes to ropes, bouncing around like a pinball until her chubby body bent over one set. They stretched and then snapped as she fell out of the ruined ring, eyes rolling and clearly knocked silly.

With that, the bell rung to announce another stunning show from the newcomer. That was two KOs that had sent opponents flying, and with the bell sounding out the crowd went off like it was New Years, all cheering out Duke’s name.

Dee came scrambling inside to help Ang stay up and hype her up.

“Thats right suckers! No ones ever beatin’ my girl! She’ll take on anyone, anyhow!” she insisted while the ref lifted up Putemup’s arm to declare her victory formally.

Dukes was sweaty but smiling as she let her buff body relax. She waved a glove at the crowd while the ref lifted up the other one. She reached her arm around Dee, feeling like she'd been left out a little on this one and squeezing her against her side in a hug.

"Sorry if that's a little hard," she whispered out of the side of her mouth. "Or if I'm kinda sweaty right about now. But what th' hell? I kinda speed-ran that one."

She stooped down enough to hug around Dee's hips and hefted her up on her shoulder, showing off how much power she still had after the match and remaining ready for more!