Inspired by characters created by ABBoxer[abboxer.devinantart.com] (Used with permission)
“Ah!” Amy let out a sigh of satisfaction as she popped the empty baby bottle out of her mouth. She set it down next to the one she emptied just moments earlier in her locker. Amy then got out her purple boxing gloves and her championship trophy teddy bear. Amy slipped on her gloves with practiced ease. Then, grasping the bear by one arm, she skipped out of the locker room and headed towards the ring to defend her title.
Amy was the current Baby Boxing Champion. Baby Boxing was an underground sport where adults boxed each other in diapers. The rules were simple. Each round went on until there was a knockdown. The winner of the round could then either move to a neutral corner to signal the judges to begin a Ten Count; or they could deliberately wet their diaper and attempt to shove it in their opponent’s face. If there was no Knock Out or Diaper Domination after three knockdowns, whoever got the best of three knockdowns was the winner.
(There was a minor brush with the law when some authorities found out about Baby Boxing. However, the investigation was dropped when it was confirmed all the participants were consenting adults in their early 20s.)
To the cheers of her fans, Amy strutted into the arena. She was wearing her signature fight costume. A white half-shirt with purple short sleeves and “Princess” written on the front, purple boxing gloves, pink socks with purple stripes and, most importantly, a puffy pink adult diaper. Amy’s short red hair was framed with a pink hairband and her green eyes shone with youthful bravado. Since winning Mr. Title Teddy from her sister, Amy had successfully defended him against three girls and one boy. She was certain this match would be no different.
Waiting in the ring was a girl with blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair divided into two braids decorated with blue ribbons. She was wearing a frilly white half-shirt with “Lil’ Angel” stitched on the front, blue boxing gloves, white stockings that went up to her thighs and a puffy white adult diaper. This was Brittney, she was a relative newcomer but quickly rose through the ranks with an undefeated record.
Amy climbed into the ring and walked towards Brittney. Brittney also made her way to Amy and the two girls met in the middle of the ring, glaring at each other. Both girls had trim, athletic builds, though Brittney was clearly taller and a bit heavier. Amy wasn’t fazed, she had easily beaten bigger opponents before. Though none of them quite as big as Brittney.
“MY Title Teddy!” Brittney suddenly bellowed out as she snatched the stuffed bear Amy was still carrying by the legs and tried to pull him away.
“NO! MINE!” Amy shouted back as she gripped the other arm and pulled back. The two boxers continued their tug-of-war over the stuffed animal. Into the ring came two women dressed up as stereotypical 1950’s housewives. These were the boxer’s seconds or “Mommies”. The Mommies separated Amy and Brittney. They then mock-scolded the girls that if they couldn’t share Mr. Title Teddy, they would have to fight for him.
Amy went to her corner and lifted her arms so her Mommy could remove her shirt. As soon as the shirt was off, Amy put her hands on her hips and playfully jiggled her big breasts for the crowd. Amy’s Mommy then gave her a purple pacifier to serve as a mouth guard.
Amy turned around to see Brittney was also topless and holding a blue pacifier in her mouth. Amy let out a small gasp. While Amy’s breasts were much bigger than an average girl’s, Brittney’s breasts were a full cup size bigger than Amy’s. But though she was a bit unnerved, Amy was still determined to win.
As the opening bell sounded, both girls began battering at each other. Neither Amy nor Brittney had any formal boxing training. Their strategy could be summed up as “Just keep punching my opponent until they fall down”. The same was true for most Baby Boxers and the fans loved it.
Suddenly, Brittney threw a left punch that nailed Amy right in the face. Thrown off balance, Amy stumbled backwards and fell flat on her back. With a smirk, Brittney went to a neutral corner and leaned back on it. The count began.
“…1! ...2!”
Amy began to push herself up off the ring floor.
“…3! …4!”
Amy grabbed hold of the ropes and pulled herself up to a standing position.
“…5! …6!”
Letting go of the ropes, Amy steadied her stance.
“…7! …8!”
Amy assumed a boxing stance to show she was still in the fight. The count was stopped and the round ended. Amy went back to her corner, where her Mommy had a baby bottle filled with Amy’s favorite sports drink. Baby Boxers had to finish a whole bottle between each round.
As Amy pulled away the empty bottle, she noticed a red splotch near the base of the nipple. Amy lightly touched a glove to her sore nose and another red spot appeared on that. Sure enough, Brittney had given Amy a bloody nose. Amy vowed to get Brittney back for that.
However, as Round Two began and went on, it became clear the champion was in trouble. While Amy was still getting decent hits in, Brittney was hitting back harder due to her size advantage. Finally, Brittney reared back and drilled a left uppercut into Amy’s bellybutton. While the champ was doubled over, the challenger slammed a right hook into her head. Amy was again sent crashing down to the ring floor. A sinister grin formed behind Brittney’s pacifier as she squatted down.
As Amy struggled to pull herself up on the ropes, she turned when she heard footsteps approaching. Amy’s eyes went wide with panic when she saw the almost the entire front of Brittney’s diaper had changed from white to yellow.
“Amy, look!” Brittney called out in a mocking sing-song. “Brittney made tinkle!” Amy had lost a few times before becoming champion, but never by Diaper Domination. As Brittney stomped forward to press her wet diaper into Amy’s face, Amy desperately swung out her free right hand. The fist slammed right into Brittney’s left breast, causing her to backpedal and freeze up. Brittney was only stunned for a moment, but it was long enough for Amy to get back up and avoid total defeat.
Amy was still in a grim situation. Unless she could pull off a decisive win in the final round, Brittney was almost guaranteed to be the new champion. Amy sat down on her stool and sucked on her fourth baby bottle as slowly as she was allowed. As she thought back on the final moments of Round Two, a light went on in Amy’s head. There just might be a way she could turn this around after all.
As Round Three began, it seemed to be more of the same as the girls began another slugging contest. But then the crowd started to notice that Brittney was losing steam and sometimes freezing up altogether. As Amy started driving Brittney back towards her own corner, they began to see why. Amy was focusing nearly all her punches on Brittney’s melon-sized breasts. Just as she was about to lose in Round Two, Amy had literally hit upon Brittney’s weak spot.
As the fight started to drain out of Brittney, Amy began throwing uppercuts into Brittney’s breasts. They didn’t hurt as much as the direct hits. But the repeated blows tore the skin beneath, leaving Brittney with a painful reminder of her beating that would last for days.
When Brittney was finally backed up into her corner, all she could do was whimper and cradle her ruined breasts. Amy changed tactics. She kept Brittney trapped in the corner with a left-right combo to the belly and a left to the face. Amy kept up this attack until Brittney’s nose ran red. Finally, Amy wound up and snapped Brittney’s head back with a right uppercut to the chin.
Brittney went glassy-eyed and slid down until her bottom hit the ring floor. Only the ring post was keeping her propped up in a sitting position. Amy was certain Brittney couldn’t beat a Ten Count, but she wasn’t going to let Brittney off that easy.
Grabbing hold off the top rope on either side of the post, Amy squatted down and relaxed her bladder. Amy could feel the warmth spreading across her loins as her diaper filled up with four bottles worth of “tinkle”. As soon as she was sure her diaper was soaked to capacity, Amy thrust her hips forward. Amy’s diaper met Brittney’s face with an audible “SPLAT!” Amy made it a point to press her diaper up against Brittney until the bell rang.
DING! DING! DING!
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner and still champion by Diaper Domination… AMY!”
Amy gave Brittney one last glance. The proud blonde had been reduced to a sniveling wreck with a bloody nose and yellow droplets all over her face. Paying her beaten opponent no further heed, Amy went over to her Mommy to collect her prize. As soon as she got Mr. Title Teddy back, Amy held the stuffed bear over her head and paraded around the ring. Amy was still the champion and she planned to stay that way for quite some time.
The End.
