I've started a Patreon for my smut writing! Here's one of the storylines; a story of a gender-swapped Punch Out! as Lil Max sets about pursuing a career in national Foxy Boxing.
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Lily Maxine Walters was a hard-working sort of girl. Being raised as a lower class girl in New York City, her parents had always pressed a few important lessons on her. You always kept your pride, you always worked hard, and most of all, you took no bullshit from others and protected what was yours. It was how she had ended up working at the strip club, after all. She was short, packing nothing more than a B cup throughout her life, and with boyishly-short black hair, but she was athletic all through high school, so she could pull off some of the more complicated moves on the pole. "The Arcade" was on the level and treated its girls right, keeping the men from getting too handsy and still making decent money. Heck, it was in a nicer part of town than where Lily lived herself.

But every few weeks, The Arcade had its foxy boxing night, and it was Lily's absolute favorite. They set up a cheap ring in the middle of the strip club, gave them oversized boxing gloves, and oiled up the girls. Sometimes they'd throw a little mud to mix it up, but there was always some boxing lately. Now, Lily was generally appreciated by the other girls, standing up for them when necessary and generally described as "cute" rather than any kind of a threat towards taking their customers.

But woe onto the girl who got stuck with Lily on these nights. Lily was an absolute machine in the ring, hitting the other girls so hard and fast it seemed like it didn't matter that she was wearing gloves at all. Thicker and bustier girls, even if they knew how to defend themselves, were never a match for Lily as she sped around them, pounding in their boobs and sides before smashing them down with a massive uppercut. The manager was too amused by the whole thing to tell her to stop, and by a few events in, Lily was beating them two at a time. She was the main draw for the night, and the staff knew that fight night was Lily's night.

That was when she met Louise Dawson. She was a busty, business-like woman who showed up to The Arcade once in awhile. She had dark skin and straight, dark hair, and Lily often found her eying her but never asking for a dance or anything particular, just drinking and talking with the other girls. It wasn't anything new to Lily to be stared at but not be hit on; depending who you asked, she was a "squirt," "runt," "butch," "tomboy," or "muscle dyke." She had a pretty enough face, but the boyish looks, small chest, and standing a flat 5' nothing didn't really make friends with looks alone.

One day, Louise waved her over. Lily wondered why that night when there wasn't even a fight tonight (sometimes the folks wanted a photo-op with the club champ after she'd won a match), but approached in her low-cut tank top and booty shorts with the thong sticking out the back (it was all they had that fit her there).

"They call me Doc," Louise said, offering a hand. Lily looked at it warily before she shook back.

"Lily," she replied simply. She wasn't rude, really, she just didn't... people. She wasn't a charmer by nature so much as she was a shit-talker, and she had to reel that in most nights she worked here. "Why do they call you Doc?"

"Because I'm a doctor. Or I was. Sort of. The short version is, I'm interested in you."

"It's forty for a dance, fift-"

"No, I don't mean this place. I mean you!" Louise grabbed Lily's hand in both of hers.

A minute or so later, the bouncer helped Louise back up and had some ice on her black eye. She was still laughing while Lily blushed. "That's coming out of my pay," Lily muttered.

"Nah, forget about it," Louise assured. "What I mean is, I've seen you fight. I've seen girls almost twice your size that can't hit as hard as you can with those kid's gloves on. Did you ever think about going pro?"

"Pro what?"

"Pro boxer! I saw a lot of head injuries in my day, and a lot of them from the local arena. It got to a point where I was watching the fight every night so I could see who would be coming in next. So believe me when I know a good boxer when I see one, and you look like you’ve got it."

"Not really..."

"Not really what?"

"No, I didn't think about it," Lily admitted. "It's just for fun, right?"

"Ever hear the term 'for fun and profit?' There's good money in fighting."

"Consider it tips for the concussions," Lily smirked slightly.

"Ha! I like you, girl. Tell you what!" She reached into her suit pocket and unfolded a flier. It had about as much production quality as a missing pet poster, but there was a pretty clear message to it; $10,000 to the winner of the amateur boxing tournament.

"Don't I need to like... practice or something?" Lily asked.

"I got a gym membership!" Doc smiled, more proudly than she should.

"I don't... people," Lily urged back.

"I'm great at people," Doc beamed wider. "Talking to 'em, fixing 'em up, getting them to do what you want..."

Lily scratched her head. "What's in it for you?"

"How's ten percent sound?" Doc offered with a grin.

"Ten?" Lily frowned and folded her arms. "You get a thousand dollars for a gym membership and showing me a poster, while I get 9K to get punched in the head? How's that fair?"

Doc laughed again. "You can do math! Great! That puts you ahead of half the lady boxers I know! But this is more than just money! This is a chance to break into the big leagues! Bet you didn't even know there was a foxy boxing world championship."

Lily paused and looked down at the poster. "Wait, really?"

"Girl, there's a pillow fighting championship! The world's always been into fighting and sex always sells, and now they've finally figured out they can combine fighting with sexy! If you make a big enough splash on this one, I think I can get us into the big time and show everyone you're the toughest little Lily around."

Lily had to admit it was tempting. She waved over to Daisy. "Hey, tell the boss I'm taking my break here," she called over, sitting down by the pleased-looking black woman.

So there they were. Doc did a surprisingly good job as her trainer and manager. She worked with her at the gym the whole time, giving her a few pointers here and there but mostly, Lily just plain knew what she was doing. By the time the amateur tournament came around, Lily felt more than ready. Doc met with her the day before at a celebratory dinner at the diner on the corner, handing off the brackets for the fight.

"...Doc?"

"Yea, Lily?" she asked, quickly thanking the waitress as she took the slice of pie she ordered for an appetizer. Lily never figured out where she put it all, unless it went right to Doc's tits.

"You misspelled my name."

"What? Nah, it's fine."

"Doc!" Lily spun the sheet around, showing her entry listing: Lil' Max. "I sound like a Little Rascal, not a boxer!"

Doc avoided eye contact, though that might have just been her attention on the pie. "Well, you should see the size of some of these girls. I don't know if anyone's told you, but..."

"Yes," Lily cut in bluntly. "I'm short. I know."

"Good! Like the fire in ya, kid. Use it tomorrow." Lily frowned and wound up as if to hit her manager, who finally cringed. "I'll have em fix it! I'll email 'em right now! Easy, champ!" Lily sighed and slumped back into her booth before digging into her burger, the glory of her "cheat day."

Lily showed up to the rented out arena. There was a pretty big crowd, assuring Lily that Doc had been right; there really WAS a crowd for this kind of sport. The rules had required that none of the women had any experience on a professional level, and Doc assured her that The Arcade didn't count.

Lily came out to her first round in her pink hooded robe and minty green boxing gloves. She wore short shorts and the snug but low-cut tanktop she wore to most of her fights at the club that met the tournament's regulations. Doc was with her as she approached the ring, and while she was met with mostly applause and cheers, Lily still felt like the few laughs at her stuck out the most. She blushed under her hood while Doc held open the ropes for her and took off the robe as the lean young boxer bounced on her boots and took a few deep breaths as she jabbed at the air.

Her opponent came out as a tall, skinny woman who looked like she had come out to a fashion magazine, or at least a porn set. She had a huge set of tits with a French flag pattern on her tanktop, which was stretched out to the point of nearly bursting. She had long, silky blonde hair that flowed behind her, and bubblegum pink gloves with lettering around the wrists that read "gauche" and "droit" depending on the glove.

The jumbotron showed off their images and listed the stats below. The pictures were actually short gifs of the footage they'd gathered. One was of Lily pelting a heavy bag before locking up and rubbing her head when she noticed she was on camera. The other had Joane blowing a kiss with her boxing glove at the camera before she adjusted her top around her big jiggling breasts.
Lily Maxine Walters, aka "Lil Max."
5'0", 98 lbs, B cup bust
Joane LeCreme. Aka, Glass Joane
5'9", 120 lbs, E cup bust.

Doc was prepping her in the corner while the announcer started to call out the rules and stats for the crowd.

"Well, good news on this one. Joane's what you might call a glass cannon. She can hit hard, but can't take it. She got into the tournament because the foxy boxing league isn't as big in France. They're more into what they call 'foxy fencing."

Lily gave Doc a strange look. "That just sounds dangerous. She does have like a whole foot on me in height. And weight."

"And damn good tits. But that's not what matters here," Doc assured her. "You ever hear how Barbie would snap in half if she were a real person? She's built like that. Get her hard enough and she'll go down like Jenga."

The smaller boxer came out and tapped gloves with Joane. The busty blonde smiled at her and spoke in a French accent as thick as syrup. "I 'ope you do not perish in ze ring, mon petite cherie," she giggled as she stepped back and raised her gloves.

"I'm not sure what you said, but I don't like how you said it," Lily replied, putting up her own dukes. The size difference was painfully apparent when they were up this close and Lily's head was barely up to Jo's gently and constantly bobbing tits. Joane struck first, her bigger glove and longer reach just letting Lily bob around it and deliver a sudden hook to her ribs. The French girl's tits wobbled out of control from even the indirect impact, giving off a loud gasp as Lily pulled back before she even try to hit the smaller girl back.

"Too slow, Frenchy," Lily taunted, bouncing lightly between her booted feet.

"Naughty girl," Joane growled in her accented voice before she came in swinging once again. Lily didn't have the reach advantage, but those big long limbs gave her the extra time to dodge around them. She blocked a few of them, but most of them she let Joane miss completely. The sweaty building up in her lovely hair and rolling down her cleavage was showing her fatigue early on.

"That's it, Lily! Stick and move!" Doc called to her. Lily darted in and blocked a jab from the blonde beauty, pivoting and slamming a sort of whirling uppercut into Joanne's right breast. The bounce boob reached new heights as it flew right out of her overworked top, and a fleshy smack rewarding the power Lily put into the blow as it slapped its owner in the face. Joane staggered in surprise as much as pain, trying to cup her breast in between her gloves.

"Looks like Joanne is seeing stars already! Lil Max has her hitting herself out there!" an announcer boomed over the speakers. Lily smirked at her success and charged in, avoiding Joanne's busy gloves by pelting her in the stomach and ribs. The bigger blonde staggered back until she was on the ropes, trying to get her gloves low enough to stop Lily's incoming blows. As she did that, Lily saw her opening. She tensed up her legs and sprang up like a cricket with her glove wound back for a massive blow to the jaw. She was inside of Joanne's reach, so she didn't have to worry about her fists... but the elbow to the temple caught Lily offguard, sending her stumbling back to the mats and holding her throbbing head.

She was too busy recovering to stop Joanne's counter attack, her long and strong limbs bashing Lily in the face and chest. Lily could feel some swelling in her cheek and her vision was a bit blurry as her eyes watered. She could see the outline of Joane, but she was clearly pissed and out for payback. Lily did her best to retreat, but stumbled and had to catch onto the ropes just to stay up. Joane creamed her with one more hook that knocked her right into a neutral corner. Lily brought up her gloves, but Joane hit her with another hard fist to the belly and smacked the gloves aside.

"Open wide, trou de balle," the French woman boasted before she slammed her body forward. Her chest shoved into Lily's face, smothering her in the sweaty tits (one still hanging out of her top as if she'd forgotten about it). Lily let out some muffled yells, but found herself getting even more lightheaded. Doc started to shout to her, but the words were coming in fuzzy and the crowd was roaring for the Frenchy fighter. She had her arms up in the air, flexing and posing as her tits seemed to singlehandedly hold the small woman down. Lily landed a few weak blows into Jo's sides before she caught some bit of her advice.

"Go for the melons!"

Some basic instinct kicked in, since Lily knew at least one thing to do with melons. She opened her mouth wide and instead of screaming, she bit down. Joane shrieked and leapt back holding her bare breast, now sporting a bright red bite mark. "You stupid leetle whore! Mon perfecte teets!" Joane rushed at her again, Lily still leaning on the ropes and sweating buckets. Lily still ducked under Jo's furious attack, letting her run right into a quick uppercut into the taller girl's wide open pussy. Jo let out a huge gasp and bounced back on her tip toes right as the bell went off to end the round. Lily let her arms droop and lurched back to her corner while Jo practically danced back as she cupped her crotch.

Lily slumped into her stool that Doc set out for her, already toweling away all the sweat.

"So how was that?"
"Reckless and crazy. Crowd loved it," her husky coach advised proudly. "Gotta keep her tits out of your face though. Maybe she'll do that to me if I ask her nice after the fight... but what was that you were doing when she got you?"

"That was my Donkey Punch. It's how I finish half my fights in the club. Real specialty." Lily panted and let Doc squirt some water into her mouth, spitting it back out into the bucket and frowning at the bit of blood in it. "So you bleed in foxy boxing, huh?"
"Told you. Real sport. Sport of kings. Look, I love what you're going for, but you're wide open when you go for the head like that. These girls won't go down as quick as your stripper friends, so make sure they're good and beat before you bother with that. Soften her up a little more and give it to her good."

"You mean like half of France, by the looks of her?"

"Nice one, kid. Now go get her." The bell rang again for round two, and Lily rose with a sigh. Doc had been right; Joanne looked dizzy herself, but Lily felt exhausted. The blonde hit harder than she looked, and that size advantage made her have to hit a lot less than Lily did to match her. Both girls a bit worse for wear, Lily sucked up a quick breath and came in fast once again. Jo's manager had done some amateur tailoring, tying the torn shoulder strap of her French flag top to wrap it back around her breast. Lily feinted a shot for the same breast to make Joane wince and guard her chest. Lily curved her punch back in and hammered a few speedy shots into her stomach, Joanne bending over comically low with her mouth hanging open and her tits hanging below her like udders. She let out a long moan, which vibrated from the speedy punches.

The French boxer threw a wild punch at Lily's head that would have put her down to the mats if it were fast enough, but Lily sharply jerked back away from it, then back in to slam a cross into her lowered face. Joanne spun completely around before she flopped to the mats. The crowd broke into cheers while a few fans encouraged Jo to get back up. Lily jumped up and down, stretching and boasting as she raised her gloves over her head and gave a quick hoot of delight. Jo managed to push herself back up unsteadily, looking too much like a dairy cow with her tits hanging down and her ass up in the air on all fours. She was on her feet by 7, if just barely, and her gloves went first to try to fix her hair.

"You vill pay for zat, petit chien," Joane hissed.

"You know, I never knew they made a French Barbie until today," Lily grinned. Joane took another angry backhand at her, but Lily ducked it and pounded her belly again. The model-like figure looked pretty, but that narrow waist was not built to take such a beating. Jo gagged and hugged her belly letting Lily brace her feet and deliver a fast combo of jabs into her pretty face. The blonde head wobbled back and forth as fast as she could hit it, letting out a dizzied grunt with each one. The beauty that walked into the ring was now sporting a black eye and a swollen nose and lip, eating the punches "like a baguette," according to the announcer. Even the head shots were enough to jiggle her ridiculous-looking breasts.

Joanne suddenly swung her gloves up and away from her stomach, breaking Lily's combo attack and backhanding her across the face. Lily staggered back from the force just before Jo followed up with a hard cross to the jaw. Lily spun on one leg completely away from her, Jo smirking as she waited for her tiny foe to fall... but Lily's little arm flexed until the tight, tiny muscles bulged. She kept turning rather than falling, riding the momentum until she braced one leg and swung a massive cross right into the side of Joanne's tit. Her mouth hung open in horrified pain as not only was her boob flattened into the other, but the second flew wildly to the other side like a set of fleshy billiard balls. Lily had torn Joanne's top off and hit both of her tits in one might punch, and the top-heavy blonde flew wildly to one side with her out of control jugs as she hit the ropes. She bounced off it them like a massive rubber band, spinning dizzily while Lily came in rotating from the other direction. The momentum of Joanne's turning head and Lily's incoming fist combined as Jo's mouthguard flew out into the crowd, leaving a rainbow trail of spittle behind it for the first few rows of fans in the "you may get wet" seats.

Jo did a brief, drunken dance as her feet tried to remember how to stand, but she collapsed when her brain couldn't respond fast enough to tell them what to do. She landed in a heap on her back, her tits poking up with her hard nipples. The shredded remains of her flag tanktop made her wobbly jugs look like two hills in the remains of a French battlefield. They didn't bother with the count when Joanne wasn't even budging, ringing the bell for a TKO. Lily let out a delighted cackle, raising her little fists in triumph. The crowd went wild for the surprising upset, and Doc came out grab her in a bearhug.

"That's my girl!" Louise laughed, lifting the short girl off her feet for a moment.

"Ow, ow, okay!" Lily laughed. "That's enough. I've got more matches today, so you don't have to crush what few bones I have left."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Let's get you backstage." Doc set her down and helped her out of the ring, as well as acting as a chubby wall between her and the more handsy fans.

Back in the open medical office, Doc got Lily to sit on the examining table. Lily took her top off and winced as she touched at her small and perky tits, sporting a few rough red spots from the match. Doc set a mirror up on the counter across from her, and she gave herself a crooked grin. She looked worse off than she ever had from a fight, even ones that were on the streets, but it felt good in a way. A swollen lump in her cheek, a darkening bruise on her chin, and a cut on her outer lip seemed to be the worst of it.

"Look like hell, huh? Hope the next girl got it as bad as me in her match. Otherwise, not sure I can go a whole tournament like this," Lily commented.

"I told ya, don't worry about that," Louise insisted, reaching into one of the drawers and pulling out a lollipop. Lily was about to scold her sweet tooth, but Doc held it out for the little boxer instead. Lily hesitated, but unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth.

"I wish more guys would give me candy when I took my top off," Lily muttered around it. "What's this for?"

"You ask questions. I like that in ya, kid," Doc commented, leaning back casually on the counter. "It's how we're going to get you back in shape for your fight."

Lily winced a bit, rolling the sucker around her cheek as her cheek started to tingle. She swallowed and felt her abs tense, just for the pain to relieve some more. She glanced at the mirror, and sure enough, all her bruises, aches and cuts were starting to heal over.

"No damn way," Lily said, staring. "What is this?"

"New super drug that's been all the rage in medicine lately. It's not much for diseases or anything, but it's a condense mix of medicines and hormones that accelerates basic injuries at a crazy rate. It's basically magic, if you ask me, but it works." The chubby doctor shrugged while Lily poked at her breast, finding it no longer tender and looking as fresh as ever.

"So this life-saving stuff is getting used for bitches boxing? Sounds like a bit of a waste."

"It's cheap and plentiful, and it's being used on victims of car crashes and assaults all the time. There's plenty to go around, and I'm telling you: you really don't get how much people around here support foxy boxing."

Lily popped it out of her mouth, nearly run out and her injuries seemingly gone in minutes. "Okay, so few questions: do they make this in grape?"

"Cherry only. Miracles of medical science can only do so much."

"Damn. So second question. Why the mirror?"

"So you could see how it works. How bad you were and what it did for ya."

"Okay. Last one: why'd you make me take off my shirt for this?"

Doc actually paused at this one. "Let you see what it did for you?" she replied uncertainly with a guilty wince. Lily frowned and kicked her in one of her massive tits from her perch on the table.

"Thanks a TON, Doc."

The big black woman grinned impishly as she rubbed her boob, then pulled out her cell phone. "Well that's the end of the first set. You've got Hilda VonFraulein in the second round."

"German, obviously. What you got on her?"

Doc flicked through her phone. "Not a ton, kid. Another overseas girl. Big gal, into her 40s, and had a run in the German army. Made drill sergeant before she ended up picking up boxing there and decided to try her luck out here." She pulled up a picture of a buff, broad blonde woman with two thick pigtails.

"So what's the plan for this one?" Lily asked, already taking a few practice jabs to make sure her arms were healed up right.

Doc gave her a harmless whack in the shoulder. "Learn your damn lesson from Glass Joanne and don't get hit by acting a fool."

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