That was again typical for my friend Doreen. She plunged head over heels into adventure and I had to pay for it. But this time, it really left me speechless on what she had let herself in.
Doreen was a real fitness freak. I have to admit that she had changed a lot in the last few years. Her body became more and more muscular and she still kept her erotic feminine figure. We often visited the gym together, but I was far from her successes. I trained with weights, but unlike her, I remained rather fat, as I did not value any diets.
Now we both sat in the locker room with nothing but our thongs on. Sweat was running down our big breasts after a hard workout. "You have to help me Anne. Kirsten doesn't have time on Saturday. I need another opponent for the slap fight."
I had heard of slap fights before, but dismissed it as pretty stupid.
I looked doubtfully at her thick biceps. "You must be out of your mind! I'm not going to let you slap me around. You've got upper arms like little tree trunks."
"So do you. Just with a little more flab around them. But you lift almost the same weights as I do. Come on!"
Why did I say yes? I don't know. I just did. Doreen grinned from ear to ear, jumped up and hugged me. Our naked sweaty torsos slapped into each other and I felt it tingle in my pussy. Our nipples stood up. Never before had I revealed to her that I felt aroused by the sight of her.
On Saturday, the Gym was packed with spectators. There would be several fights between the men and that alone was reason enough for me to be there. The sight of these horny muscle-bound bodies made me melt away.
Doreen and I got ready: we showered and changed clothes. While she wore sports bra and a skimpy panty, I had chosen a wide sports pants and a muscle shirt because of my corpulence. What no one expected: I had left out the bra and my big tits stretched the fabric and my nipples stood out clearly. At the side showed mighty much "side-boob".
"Oh God Anne! This is how you want to fight?" She came closer with a smile and brushed the side of my breasts.
"Don't you like it?"
"Yes I do. Very much so....." She blushed and her nipples stood up hard.
Then we went outside.
The gym where the fights took place was filled with muscular braggarts and muscle barbies. Unlike Doreen and me, they were heavily made up and were intent on presenting their big silicone tits in the most provocative way possible.
We joined the pack surrounding two massive guys who were having their first fight of the night. The two had chalk on their hands and were facing each other. Each was trying to look even meaner than the other and impress his opponent in the stare down. One guy's biceps were so veiny and thick, he looked like Hulk himself. Only not as green.
"SMATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" He lashed out with his whole body and hit his opponent on the ear. The latter's head jerked around brutally, he staggered and went down.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The crowd went wild as he was so dazed he could barely get back to his feet. One punch-one win.
The second fight went on a bit longer and each of the guys hit three times before the fourth punch knocked the Turk off his feet.
I was getting more and more nervous because now it was our turn. Unlike the men, Doreen and I were friends. Best buddies. I took her hand and we walked like this to the small platform on which we would fight.
We both got a decent round of applause and the whispering made me nervous. All I heard were snippets like, "What a piece of equipment! Look at those tits...."
We put in earplugs and gumshields and dusted our hands.
"Alright ladies. We'll keep taking turns until one gives up or is knocked out." A coin was tossed and Doreen was allowed to begin. She warmed up, circled her shoulders and tensed her biceps. I looked for a secure footing and tensed my head muscles as much as I could. I didn't suspect anything good as her strong muscles worked under her skin, piling up into small mountains.
SMACKKKKK! My face jerked to the side for a moment, my ears rang and burning pain set in. The blow was not a bad one. I relaxed my neck, circled my shoulders and took a breath. Doreen got a round of applause for her slap and looked very tense now that it was my turn.
I had no experience with this, whereas my opponent seemed to have already practiced. I lashed out, thundering my open right hand into her face.
WHAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! It clapped hard and Dorren screwed up her face, but she had a stance like a tree. My applause probably came more for my heavy rocking tits than for the hit.
I stood again and this time she lashed out with the other side.
SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" I screamed out after the force knocked me off the small pedestal, I staggered half dazed and hit the floor. She clenched her fists and stretched them towards the ceiling while my ears whistled and I had not guessed how hard she could really hit. Now I knew!
I was embarrassed to have been knocked to the ground and my breasts had almost popped out of my shirt. At least some onlookers must have caught a glimpse of my areola. I shook my head to somehow dispel the pain and slowly got back to my feet.
Doreen meanwhile looked concerned, "Are you ok Anne......?"
SMATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This time I had lashed out with proper body momentum and the impact was twice as hard as before. What's more, I don't think she was quite ready. Doreen staggered to the side, but stayed on her feet. She bent over, braced her hands on her thighs and took a deep breath.
Slowly she moaned. "Wow....," was all she said.
I braced myself again, determined not to fall over this time. My cheeks were burning and very red. Doreen circled her shoulders and played with her muscles. She was clearly trying to intimidate me.
She lashed out and her palm hit like a bomb.
SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!! I was breathing heavily and feeling dizzy, but I stopped this time. I also bent over onto my thighs. A couple of guys had unobstructed views of my dangling big tits in my shirt.
When I had digested the pain a bit, it was my turn again. The adrenaline had only driven drops of sweat to my forehead as I got back into position. I took off, but then stopped before the finish. Doreen had closed her eyes, opened them again and I had knocked her off her feet.
I suddenly lashed out with the other side and since I was half a head shorter than her on the one hand and she suddenly moved, my slap hit her left tit with full force.
SMATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! Her breasts quivered in her sports bra and a murmur went through the crowd followed by whistles.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa you bitch!" My best friend's eyes sparkled at me while she rubbed her chest through her bra.
"Go on, get on those tits!"
"YES! Knock your boobs out!"
I stammered an apology, but do Doreen had already lashed out and SMAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKKK hit my right tit in the shirt with all her muscle-bound force. The breast ripped it inward with a loud clap and half lifted it out of the neckline. My torso turned half in and it felt like my boob was being ripped off my chest. It was on fire!
"HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" I growled loudly in pain and held my chest.
"I didn't mean to fucking do that!"
"Oh, you can't take the counters?" She grinned maliciously and crossed her strong arms under her bust.
My chest peeked halfway through the armpit opening, showing a red imprint.
It was my turn again, and I was mad as hell. This one was going to make me stop laughing. With all the rage in my belly, my right came hurtling toward her grinning face and hit with a force that knocked her off her feet.
WHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Doreen not only laid it down, but she was knocked out for ten seconds. I didn't know what hit me when suddenly the referee raised my arm in the air and announced me the winner.
Me?
I had defeated my Hulk girlfriend?
Flooded with endorphins, I pulled down the neckline of my shirt, let my big boobs fall out, and proudly shook them back and forth a few times causing a hurricane of applause and whistles.
"WWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
My friend was still half on the floor as I leaned over to help her up.
"Are you ok mouse?" I supported her and she leaned against me in a daze.
Then we hugged each other. Chest to chest we wrapped tightly around each other and the feeling was incredibly beautiful. We grinned at each other and left the battle area hand in hand.
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