Amy and Mindie
by Bedaine

Amy was still not sure why she had agreed to fight, but here she was, robe draped over her shoulders, her big tits barely squeezed into the sports bra they had given her and the g-string bikini bottoms stretched tight between the cheeks of her big ass. She looked down at the roll of belly fat above the elastic band.
No matter, she thought, one punch to that little bitch’s face and it would be over. She had hated Mindie ever since she had gotten that promotion, and now was her chance to prove she was the better woman. All she wanted was to land one punch in her ugly little face, to send her to the canvas with a black eye or bloody nose.
As she entered the ring she was surprised how many of the other women from the office had shown up. Everyone was there, it was all they had talked about all week. Two girls settling differences in the workout ring. Mindie the short but tough looking girl from sales, Amy, bigger, a little on the plump side, from accounting. The rules were simple. However many three minute rounds it took for one girl to prevail. Each wore a bra and gym shorts over g-string bottoms. The loser of each round took off a piece of clothing. The fight was over when one girl was knocked out, or gave up.
She had never seen Mindie other than in her loose fitting work clothes. She was announced at 5’1” and 115 lbs. 34-24-37. She stepped forward and let her robe fall aside. Amy couldn’t help but admire the other girl’s great legs and her ample but shapely ass. From the hips up she was all muscle. Her belly was tight and toned. Her titties were small but firm and stood upright beneath the thin cloth of her bra. Her biceps were toned and she flexed them as she clapped her gloved hands together.
Amy felt a little sick in the pit of her stomach – she was about to fight this chick? She heard them announce her “And in this corner...5’ 5”, weighing 145, measuring 39, 37, 39...” she stepped forward and heard some hoots and chuckles from the audience. The referee had them touch gloves. As they did, Mindie stared pointedly at her big midsection and smiled. Then she poked her left fist into Amy’s soft belly. “Should have done a few sit-ups last week, don’t you think?”
Amy came out ready to finish it quickly, but Mindie had other ideas. She spent most of the first round pursuing her around the ring swinging furiously trying for the quick knockout. Mindie avoided her, sidestepped her advances, blocked, or simply ducked under her swings. After the first 2 minutes Amy was winded. Her onslaught slowed and then Mindie took the offensive. She stepped forward into the bigger girl jabbing hard at her chin. Amy stepped back and instinctively lifted her gloves to protect her face. Then Mindie let loose a hard right jab straight into the big girl’s gut.
She did not react at first, then the dull pain radiated from below her belly button. When Mindie jabbed with a left at her head again Amy raised her gloves but the right followed, this time even harder sinking into the soft roll of belly fat above the band of her g-string.
This time she grunted, and her arms dropped. Mindie jabbed again, poking her in one of her big boobs. Amy’s gloves came up then the tremendous left hook drove deep into her belly.
As she double over a right cross caught her in the jaw and sent her sprawling to the canvas. The bell rang as the first round ended.
As she came to the center of the ring the 2nd round her lower abdomen still throbbed and her tit was still tender from the slug it took. Her discarded shorts were in her corner and her big ass cheeks jiggled where thin black line of the g-string disappeared between them. She tried to be more careful. She stayed on guard, bending over to protect her mid-section and keeping her gloves up at her cheeks. Mindie stayed on the attack and for 2 full minutes landing hard jabs on Amy’s raised gloves and shoulders. Amy found herself up against the ropes with the smaller girl in close to her. She decided to try a jab to the head. She swung but the glove glanced of a defending arm and then she saw stars as a hard left cross landed on her cheek snapping her head to the left.
A shoulder rammed into her tits and pressed her hard against the ropes, her arms hung over Mindie’s back. Mindie let loose with a series of left right combinations, one-two on either side of her belly button, then one to the stomach and one to her liver.
Her belly exploded with pain. A glove pushed her into the ropes and another caught her hard in the mouth. Everything went dark for a second then again she felt the pressure of a shoulder in her tits and six more punches drove left-right into her midriff.
As the bell rang ending the 2nd round she fell onto her back and looked up in pain. Blood dripped from her mouth and her right eye was swelling shut. Her belly was a jello-like mass of pain.
She entered the ring at the start of the third but the referee reminded her she need to lose one piece of clothing. She lifted her bra up over her head and her big tits spilled down and out. The audience jeered and hooted. Her big nipples were standing upright as if in a strange way she was enjoying being humiliated in front of all these people. Her belly was aching, but tingled in expectation of the beating that was about to come.
She swung hard with a right cross, high. Mindie ducked and Amy punched air. Mindie drove a left hook under her right rib into the liver.
The pain staggered Amy – then a right cross caught her jaw and sent her back into the ropes.
Somehow she managed the strength to swing with a left, again missing, and again a counterpunch, this time a right cross, plowed into her unguarded stomach, followed by an uppercut into her womb, and finally a right to her jaw sat her down on her fat ass.
She slowly got back to her feet, despite the misery, she poked with a right at Mindie’s head, but her arm was deflected. A hard right jab to her solar plexus drove an ouff of air through her puffed and bloody lips.
An upper cut snapped her head back so that she did not see the devastating straight right that drove deep into her navel.
She went to her knees, making a deep belching sound. A glove shoved her head back. The other punched her full in the face. She started to fall back, but a tremendous punch drove deep into her solar plexus and she lurched forward onto her belly, arms and tongue out. The impact with the matt forced a stream of slobber, blood and belly juice from her mouth. It puddled beside her. Her eyes lost focus.
‘Get up bitch. I’m not done beating your fat gut!”. She slowly dragged herself to her feet then fell back into the ropes. Mindie started back to work on her. Jab, jab to the mouth then a hard right to the belly. Two jabs to her nose a left to the belly. Jabs to each eye, two gut shots, then a powerful uppercut to the solar plexus.
Pain and blackness was all Amy knew as her face hit the canvas. And there she lay, tits flat on the mat, her fat ass up in the air.
“Now I’m going to finish you, you fat cunt”. Mindie lifted her to the ropes. The top rope went over her head. Her arms hung outwards between the twisted top and middle ropes. Her head drooped forward and her chin rested on the top of her tits. Her eyes came to focus on her own fat belly. It was covered with purple welts where it had been punched. It was soft, bulging, waiting to be slugged. The fists arrived in combinations of jabs and punches. There was a pattern. Jab-jab-punch, jab-jab-punch, jab-jab-punch-punch-Punch. Each of the last 3 punches was harder than the last – the final punch landing with all the muscle and anger Mindie could muster and each time the last punch made Amy belch with a deep grunt.
After a full minute’s beating Mindie swung hard and left her fist deep in Amy’s pot belly. She turned it, pressed harder, and twisted. Mindie stood in close and watched the cheeks puff, the eyes roll, the mouth droop open and the blood-speckled spittle ooze from between Amy’s lips. She pressed even harder and poked the remaining air from between her split lips. Amy’s eyes roll back. A trickle of blood comes from each nostril. Mindie reached way back then delivered the finishing punch deep into her navel.
She left it there for a full 10 seconds then let Amy sink to her knees. The big girl was beaten, bloody, humiliated and out.
Mindie smiled and stood with her legs apart, her sweet and ample ass shapely as ever, and beads of sweat glisten on her perky and upright titties.
One glove on each hip she admired her handiwork. Amy’s gloves were at her side, both eyes were black and swelling shut, her nose was bleeding and slightly crooked, her lips were fat and her tongue poked out between them – Amy’s punched and swollen gut was pink, purple and puffy. It sagged like a bag of jelly, hanging out for all to see
Mindie rolled Amy onto her back and with the beaten girl’s bra and panties in each hand stepped onto her big belly, squarely planting both feet – the left below the ribs and the right solidly into the flabby pillow above her pussy.
She stood there another full minute letting the crowd feast their eyes on her sweet ass, or, if they preferred, on the fat and beaten slut, bruised, bloody, and gut-slugged, beneath her.
Then Mindie stepped down, returned to her corner and reached into her bag for the largest ribbed dildo she could find.