Lily Max Punches Out Glass Joanne (Again) (Patreon)

It’s one of my oldest series and I still am so damn slow to write for it. Lily Punches Out was a fun premise for varied fighters, but boxing is always tough for me to write. Punching being the only option feels limiting, so I always want to have a clear gimmick for the fighters. Or if it’s the Hellbridge boxing, I can at least fit in a lot of colorful descriptions and jokes in the announcers.

Everyone seemed to love Joanne and I think some people asked for her to come back. The first ever opponent and sorta bimbo jobber Lily faced, I didn’t plan for her to advance into the league but I get into the reasons why in the story. I originally had her planned to just lose again, but I got back to writing this when I realized she could use her own uniquely slutty fighting style. I definitely think she’s a big ego idiot, but a sweety in the end.

Lily Maxine Walters was starting to get comfortable in the titboxing league. Despite being one of the shortest and flattest women in the entire sport, her strength and skill had kept her climbing up the ranks. She had gone undefeated (if surviving a few close calls) while leaving some notable notches on her belt, planting her squarely in the upper middle of the rankings.

Lily was the type to still chalk it up to being lucky and keep at her practice. She was too level-headed to get cocky or complacent, so she was hitting the gym more than ever.

Doc had taken a day off to herself, leaving Lily to work out on her own. By now she had a grasp on all the advanced machines around the league's private gym. She would see big names and familiar faces passing by, and while she had some decent friendships with a few of them, she mostly kept to herself when she was working out.

That was before a huge and vaguely familiar set of tits bounced into her view.

"Bonjour, Madmouselle Walteur!" a high and bubbly voice rang through her earbuds. "Zey told me I could find you here!"

"What the...?" Lily looked up from her weightlifting to see the busty blonde looming over her. Her thick blonde curls hung around her face as she smiled brightly through pouty lips. Despite one of the biggest racks Lily had ever seen (which were currently stretching out a skimpy sports top), she was supermodel thin everywhere but her hips and bust. It took her a moment to recognize the Barbie-looking boxer.

"Oh! Hey, Joanne. Been a while," she said as last, setting her weights down and putting down her earbuds. Joanne LeCreme's pouty lips beamed wider at the recognition.

"Oh, oui! It seems that you cannot forget your first time after all!" she said with a wink.

"So... what the hell are you doing here? This is a private gym for... ah."

"But of course! I am officially with ze titboxing circuit! Are you not impressed?" she boasted, folding her arms behind her back excitedly.

"Uh... yea," Lily summed up. It wasn't that impressive considering she'd gotten in herself and beaten her silly in her first ever fight for the qualifying tournament. "Glass Joanne" was easy on the eyes but hadn't left a bold impression with her actual fighting.

"So they let you in after all, huh?"

"But of course! I may have lost in the first round of ze qualifiers, but zat does not mean they do not have an eye for quality at zis league." She casually brushed a hand through her hair, making the tall French woman's jugs bounce around in front of Lily's face.

"Yea. They got eyes alright," Lily said with a nod. "So did you win another tournament after mine, or..."

"Oh, non. Zey simply came to me some time after zey recruited you."

Lily nodded in silence again, biting her tongue. Sure Joanne fought dirty and was between her and the gig in the first place. Considering the challenge Lily had gotten out of most of the competitors here, he didn't want to tell her that she was almost certainly picked up for her looks alone. The crowd loved a pretty face, after all, win or lose.

"I was hoping to get you in a rematch, but I did not expect you to climb ze rankings so quickly! Tres bien for you!"

"Well thanks. Try and catch up and maybe I can make good on that hope of yours." Glass Joanne beamed as she stood there, anxiously rubbing her hands and fingers together.

"...did you... wanna spar?" Lily offered.

"Oh OUI! I thought you would never ask!" The juggy Frenchy grabbed Lily in a quick hug, burying her face into her deep cleavage. The shorter girl blushed as Joanne stepped back.

"As your rival, I knew I would have to face you again. Meet me in ring nombre 3, oui?"

"Rival?" Lily asked with a raised eyebrow. "That's kind of a strong word..."

But Joanne was already prancing off towards the ring to get ready, ass and boobs jiggling as anyone nearby stared at her body in motion. Lily sighed and scratched her head awkwardly.

Then again, compared to a pushover like Jo... just about any word was a strong word.

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Joanne LeCreme finished getting ready in her corner as Lily finished tugging on her gloves. She bounced on one foot and then the other, sending her breasts bobbing unevenly up and down. Lily found herself caught up in the jiggling before she shook her head, snapping out of it before she could get too mesmerized.

“Zince we do not ‘ave a ref or managers ‘ere,” LeCreme decided. “Let us say no rounds. We duel until one yields or is knocked ze fuck out.”

“Impressive. I’m surprised your grasp of shitty English has gotten better,” Lily quipped. “Let’s see if your moves have improved at all.”

The busty blonde visibly huffed over the taunt. “Ve shall zee! En guarde!”

Lily braced herself, only to find Joanne’s stride as slow and swaying as usual. Her shifting weight went from one foot to the other, making her breasts swing side to side with her steps. Lily had gotten used to ignoring the bigger jugs of her opponents and refused to let the ditz set her own pace.

The shorter brunette darted in quickly, snapping a speedy body blow at her. Joanne managed to block it but Lily didn’t put much force into the blow. It was just a distraction to send a pair of heavier punches up into the taller blonde’s face, which left the busty bimbo seeing stars for a moment.

“Still sloppy, Jo,” Lily teased as she dodged around a clumsy counter from the blonde. Her glove whiffed past and Lily slammed her tits with a quick uppercut, slapping her in the face with her own huge knocker. Joanne stumbled again, backing out of Lily’s reach more by luck than anything.

“Zut,” she mumbled dizzily before shaking her head, ignoring the cobwebs in her airy head. The slutty titboxer threw a few swift punches at Lily, most of which she dodged around. Lily threw up an arm to block the last one and was surprised at how easily she did so. She had taken hits from Queen Kahuna by now, so the flimsy hits from a glass cannon like Joanne felt like nothing against her pumped up arms.

Lily prepped a counter cross when a sudden blow caught her across the face. The short boxer stumbled, surprised by the blindsiding hit. Joanne hadn’t shown herself as being nearly that fast with her punches. It took her a moment to realize it wasn’t a glove that had hit her. It was much too soft for that. She had been knocked silly by Joanne throwing her weight to one side and tit-slapping her much harder than she could punch.

“What the f-?”

Lily was surprised to see Joanne actually raise her arms above her head. She swept her shoulders back the way they came, landing another heavy tit bash to the shorter girl’s face. Lily’s head snapped from the pair of silicone wrecking balls bashing into her cheeks and nearly lost her footing before she hopped back to regroup.

“Hoho~! I zee you were not expecting zat one!” Joanne gloated. The French slut cupped her tits in her gloves and bounced them proudly.

“You did not sink I would come into ze big leagues unprepared, did you? I may not be ze mighty puncher like vous, but I have ze size and power where it counts, no?”

Joanne held out her arms and shook her shoulders, bouncing her boobs around so they slapped together proudly.

“Leave it to you to make being a silicone slut into a fighting style,” Lily scoffed. “But tits won’t get you everything.”

“Spoken like someone without zem,” Joanne chortled. She moved in on Lily again, her glove drawn back for another blow. The brunette moved to block it instinctively before she was fighting this bimbo rather than an actual boxer. She barely dodged around her follow-up tit swing, shooting a hook into Joanne’s stomach. The taller blonde huffed as her gloves swung down to hug her belly.

“Slacking on your glove work sure doesn’t give you much defense, now does it?” the former stripper scoffed. She drove a few more face shots across LeCreme’s pouty lips, knocking her silly before the blonde swung a cross of her own. Lily flinched from the hit that actually hurt less than her swinging tits, but it seemed like the bimbo was used to swinging without thinking when she was already such an airhead.

“You’re gonna regret asking for another ass kicking,” Lily warned. She blocked a few more flimsy punches from Joanne before unleashing a barrage of blows on her. Joanne gave a long, shrill moan as the gloves battered her body, paying particular attention to her jugs. They bounced around wildly, wobbling around as easily as two massive ping pong balls. Lily had to smirk as she beat the enviable boobs with her powerful blows until Joanne’s pale skin started to bruise.

Joanne moaned and stumbled back, slumping against the ropes. Her arm hung over the top of them, steadying herself as she rubbed her aching boobs. Lily had focused on hitting her proud weapons and she seemed to be disarmed without them.

“You’re definitely better, Frenchy, but you’re not Brooklyn tough. Say goodnight!”

Lily came in with some fancy footwork, darting left and right as Joanne’s eyes struggled to follow her. She tried to put up a guard but didn’t know where to block. Lily finally landed just to her right and threw all her weight into one of her famously finishing uppercut going right for Joanne’s jug. Knocking her tit into her face had done so well before that it seemed the perfect way to put her out.

It would have been perfect if Joanne’s jugs weren’t so bouncy to begin with. The blonde barely had to move to get her breasts bouncing, flopping out of the way of Lily’s swing so her fist flew right between her tits like a comically erotic Matrix scene.

Lily had put too much force into her blow to take it back in time. Joanne just leaned forward, almost bowing as she brought her breasts swinging right back down. The fleshy smack rang out as they came crashing down on Lily’s head, knocking her to the mats with their artificial weight.

“Phew! Zat was a close one,” Joanne sighed as Lily moaned on the mats. “A normal pair would not have taken zat kind of beating. Who says fake tits are inferior, no?”

Joanne’s jugs wobbled as she laughed over Lily, grabbing the dazed short girl by the head between her gloves. She shoved Lily into the ropes instead, planting her jugs around her face and motorboating her with a shake of her shoulders. Lily had seen the bustier girls at her old stripper job do the same to customers, but they weren’t as massive or aggressive about it as Joanne was being. Each tit slapped her cheek like a heavyweight’s glove, knocking her to one side just for the other incoming tit to bash her back. Lily was seeing stars (or honestly, just tits all in her face) as she rocked this way and that. Despite the swelling and soreness, Joanne seemed quite alright with the beating her boobs had taken. The extra padding of her silicone must have really paid off.

Joanne finally stepped back, letting one last sway of her rack smack Lily across the face. She went stumbling into a corner, sweating and panting as if she’d been two rounds with a heavy hitter.

“Too bad you could never put ze ‘tit’ in titboxing,” Joanne gloated as she strode after her.

“And you could never get the boxing part,” Lily scoffed, spitting wearily to one side.

“Ah, so still on your feet I see. No matter. Zis will put you out.” She cupped her tits under her gloves and grinned as she leveled them with Lily’s head. Not a very challenging target, considering the difference in their height.

“Prepare yourself for ze Runaway Tit Train!”

“Even your names are stupid,” Lily groaned as Joanne barged in. She ran full force and smashed her tits hard enough into Lily’s face that she could feel the hard nipples flattening against her cheek. Her eyes rolled as Joanne backed off, letting her drop to the mats.

“Hohoho! Look who is ze stupid now? Who’s ze jobber bimbo no, mon petite friend?”

Lily groaned and planted a glove into the mats, forcing herself back up. It was slow goings, but she was able to blink herself awake. She got to her knees, then her feet as she thumped her gloves together.

“That’s still for us to find out,” she grunted, shaking sweat from her short hair. Joanne grinned and moved in on her with a mix of punches and breast swings. Lily was clearly cautious about either, backing up and keeping her guard raised. She tried to dodge around a tit swing just for one of Joanne’s gloves to catch her ear, making her stagger away in surprise. With a quick pivot, she avoided another punch just to wind up with her back against the corner again.

“Ze same mistakes as before,” Joane chuckled as she hugged her chest, puffing up her tits again to their maximum density. “‘Ere comes ze train! Last stop, Knockout, Paris!”

“I don’t need your dumbass train,” Lily fumed, dodging aside at the last minute with a desperate burst of speed. Joanne’s eyes went wide as her jugs flattened against the ringpost, expanding to the point of making her tight top burst open. She stumbled back with her full lips curled into a silent cry of an O.

“Hate to bust your bust there, but I got a ticket to punch to get on that train!” Lily declared. She launched herself at the dazed Frenchwoman and slammed her with a huge haymaker to the cheek, sending spit flying from her mouth.

“Sorry for the bad metaphors!” Lily shouted with the same enthusiasm as she spun on the spot, hammering Joanne in the side with a spinning blow. The blonde nearly bent in half around her fist as she jerked to one side, blinking dizzily from the body-bending pain. She struggled to set herself upright, but Lily already bounded ahead of her. Joanned stared in shock as Lily planted her boot on the middle rope, slingshotting herself even higher to launch over Joanne’s head. She gawked at the blinding lights overhead just before Joanne came crashing down on her with a meteoric punch, launching her into the mats so hard that both breasts flew up and slapping her in the face before she blacked out.

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Joanna gasped and woke up with a start. She was passed out on a bench with something stuck in her mouth; not an entirely unheard of case for the French bimbo. However, this time she was still in the boxing gym with one of their famous medicinal lollipops in her mouth. Lily was sitting beside her, drinking from her water bottle with her own healing candy in her mouth.

“Oh cool. You’re up,” Lily noted with a smile.

“Yes… apparently. I suppose you won, zen?”

“Yea. Duh. I called it from the beginning, even if you gave me a bigger run for my money than I thought. With the right opponent, you might actually get some wins around here.” She raised her bottle towards Joanne like a toast. The blonde slid off her gloves and took the drink.

“Thanks for the match though. I hadn’t thought about that kind of fighting style, and I got to test out my new Meteor Punch. I learned a lot from that.” She smiled and nodded towards the blonde. “You’re a lot smarter than you look when it comes to a fight.”

Joanne beamed widely, despite the mixed implications of her compliment.

“Oh hoho! But of course! Joanne LeCreme shall be ze champ of zis league in no time!”

Lily rolled her eyes sarcastically. “Not what I said… but nice to have you around, Jo. I could use a familiar face around the gym that’s not just a coach or some jerk who wants to kick my ass.”

“I can be all three,” Joanne chimed proudly as she finished her candy. “Now! How about we hit ze treadmills? I could use another workout now zat I am in top shape again!”

She dug a fresh top out of her bag, as if exploding out of her sports bras was an expected hazard of… well, just being Joanne. Lily nodded and got up with her.

“Yea, sure. They always bore the shit out of me and I’ve only got so many podcasts to listen to. At least I can watch you jiggle instead.”