From Boxing Champ to Pantywaist Punchline!

From Boxing Champ to Pantywaist Punchline!

Written by: SteeleBlazer

I awoke with a start, something seemed wrong...

Something wasn’t quite right. I had this feeling deep down in the pit of my stomach.

Last night had been a wild, wild night of boozed filled debauchery. I was celebrating my latest victory. A first round knockout of some wannabe chump regional champion. The events of the night before playing through my hazy booze clouded mind. I had gone to bed with one of the ring girls, a really hot and sexy little piece of ass.

The things I did to her last night, and the things I made her do to me. It was so damn good, as I thought of nothing more but my own pleasure that night and I had more than my fill of it. I’m a bit surprised that I’m not getting hard just from remembering it; I generally always have a raging hardon every time I wake up. But not now, and as I reached down and feel my limp dick, I know something is horribly wrong. Mainly it shouldn’t be limp like that, and it shouldn’t feel so damn small!

Nothing is as it should be. I’m not the same man as what I was last night. My once powerful muscles seemed to have withered away just like my cock has. I needed answers and I sure as hell wasn’t going to get any while lying in bed. So, I thrashed and raged as I tried to stand up and get out of that bed. It was a struggle to throw off the covers, they just felt like lead filled blankets, but finally after more twisting and thrashing, I was able to throw them off of me, and I could see full on just how emaciated I’d become.

I was a living skeleton. Merely skin and bones, with hardly any shred of muscular definition anywhere. And you better believe I was a shredded mofu. I had muscles on top of muscles, and they rippled and they bulged, and my vascular veins brimmed and burst and throbbed with pure masculine power. But, not now...

Now, I was wasted away... Skinny didn’t even begin to describe it... And it was then that I had another sickening thought. It was a queer and strange thought, and it made me tremble thinking about it.

I glanced over at the other side of the bed and looked over to where the woman who I fucked and who sucked me off all night long was lying sleeping. She was covered in blankets and only her face was exposed. She had the face of an angel. An angel I did every naughty little thing I could think up of last night. She seemed peaceful, she seemed normal. But, I had to know for certain and as I lifted blankets off her, I had to give them a really hard yank, as they just didn’t want to come off.

Pain shot through my arms and shoulders from the strain of wrenching the blankets away, but that was nothing to the pain that shot through me from the realization of what I saw.

It was a sight that made my heart sink.

This hot and skinny little piece of ass, wasn’t skinny anymore. She had transformed into a hulking figure, her muscles bigger than my own... Or well... Bigger than what my own used to be before this bitch somehow stole them. A chill ran down my spine as I realized what had happened. I had been used by this woman. I thought I was the one using her, I thought her to be my sexual toy, my sexual conquest. But, it was the other way around wasn’t it?!

As she calmly opened her eyes, she gave me a sweet smile and said “Good morning to me.” Only what the hell is so damn good about it!

I felt my anger rising. I don’t know how the fuck something like this is possible, or what the hell is just really going on. But, I’ll be damned if I let a woman take what is mine. I shouted at her, and I screamed at her at the top of my lungs, as I demanded she give me back my strength.

And do you know what she did?

She sure as hell didn’t give me back my muscles... Despite all those threats I gave her!

No, she just laughed at me and laughed at me some more.

Further belittling me. Oh, not physically, I had nothing left for her to take, but emotionally belittling me. I’ve never ever had anyone laugh at me, like how she just laughed at me.

I slapped her, hard as I could, right square in the face. And this only caused her to laugh at me even more. Especially since I had to rub my hand as that slap, really, really hurt.

But, I was still a man and she was just a woman, and I was a champion boxer. So, I gave her one last warning.

I said to her “Bitch, you better give me my muscles back. Or I’m going to have to rough your ass up.”

Do you know what she did. She just calmly got out of bed and stood up, and even though I was standing on the bed itself, I was so shrunken and she was so tall, that she was looming over me. My face didn’t even come up to her massive tits. This was the first time I could truly take in her muscular physique in its entirety and she was mammoth!

Still, I couldn’t let this muscled bitch intimidate me. Those were my muscles after all and I’d just needed to scare her a little to get them back. Shouldn’t be an issue. I’ve always found that I could scare and intimidate women quite easily. They are the weaker sex. Only, I didn’t seem to have quite the same intimidating effect as I’ve had in the past. I gave her the same snarl and sneers I’ve always gave… But, they just didn’t work on her.

She just laughed and said to me “ Awww, you’re so cute when you’re trying to act tough.” And to make it worse she gave my cheek a playful little pinch. And even worse than that, that pinch of hers actually kinda hurt!

I’m a man goddammit and I’m not some cute little child. I was a champion heavyweight boxer and now I was nothing more than a mere shadow of my former self. But, I’ll be damned if I’m going to let this woman, muscles or not treat me this way.

I’d tried to be nice. But, if she only respects might, well I’ll show her what a champion boxer can do. And with that I reared back and gave her the hardest punch I could, putting every ounce of muscle I had left in my body into it.

And she just laughed it off. My hand just bounced off her muscular abs. I just didn’t have any real strength left. She had taken everything. She laughed and she laughed, and I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes. I couldn’t take this. Not just being laughed at, but being this weak and feeble. This wasn’t who I was.

My rage turned to fear as I realized I had no way to defend myself. I was no longer the alpha male, but the beta... No worse. I was a zeta male! I was no longer the one in control, I was now the one being controlled. I was no longer the feared and respected boxer, I was now the one being laughed at. The woman laughed, a cruel and mocking laugh, as she flexed her new, powerful muscles. She had taken my strength and now she was reveling in it, enjoying every moment of her newfound power.

I wanted my muscles back, I wanted my power back. And I also wanted to shut her up and stop her mocking laughter. So I struck her, again and again and again. Blow after blow I rained them down onto her abs and her muscular chest. Standing on the bed as I was. I couldn’t reach her face. But punch after punch did no damage to her, and the only pain I wrought was onto myself. As my hands were starting to swell up from punching that steely musclebound iron-like physique of hers.

Still, I raged on and on, giving her all the strength and power I could muster, but she’d already taken it. By that I mean she’d already stolen all of it last night and so she easily took those wimpy punches of mine as if they were nothing. Because they were nothing, and once more I was starting to feel winded and was growing tired. I used to be able to throw punches for hours and hours on end while training. I used to be able to make a heavy bag swing bag and forth with my violent might. But, despite pouring out all my hate and violence onto her, I couldn’t even budge her.

And I wasn’t the only one tiring as she must have finally grown tired of my feeble and ineffectual punches, as she grabbed one of my hands and crushed it in her iron grip. I was no match for her, I was powerless. And as she squeezed and crushed my hand in her hand, a hand that was so dainty and small yesterday, that it couldn’t even wrap around the hulking shaft of my dick. Let alone she didn’t even have the strength to give my dick a good hard and proper squeeze, but now today... She was crushing my hand with hers and I heard the joints and bones of my hand creak and crack, an audible testament to her great strength.

“You hit like a girl.” She said to me as just kept right on laughing.

“Well... Maybe not... Because, I hit like a girl!” And as she said that she hauled off and decked me right cross the face.

The sheer force and violence from the blow sent me flying all the way across the room where I fell naked, and defeated, and broken, in a crumpled heap.

The room was spinning and the lights were dimming, as she continued to mock me, something about me being a real heavyweight chump and she laughed and laughed, all while my world just faded into darkness. When I awoke, I was alone in the room. She and all my possessions were gone. All that was left was her clothes from the night before, a miniskirt, her high heels, and her thong panties. I had no choice but to wear them. Even when I put them on, I realized how much I had shrunk. The thong panties were baggy, I don’t even want to begin or describe how terrible it is, when a woman’s thong panties are loose on a man’s groin.

Not that I’m really much of a man anymore. I’m a real pantywaist. And that miniskirt of hers didn’t fit me any better, as it was more of a full-on dress for me. Her heels were even too big. Not sure I could even have worn them if they did fit. I had been reduced to nothing more than a zeta male, a weak, powerless shell of my former self. A wimpy little bitch boy. I was no longer the champion boxer. I was no longer the alpha male. Everything was different now. I had been used, abused, and then discarded like a piece of refuse. I had been robbed of my strength and my pride and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

They say in boxing you gotta roll with the punches. But, life just knocked me out... Well, actually the ring girl that robbed me of my size and strength, knocked me out. But, this wasn’t something I was going to get back up on my feet from. I don’t know how I can. I will say this, that woman had a mean right hook, and gave me the hardest punch I’ve ever felt in my whole life. No doubt I’ll be feeling the effects of that punch for the rest of my entire life.

Because I’m now a living, breathing, and walking punchline. I’m the heavyweight champion boxer that is now a pantywaist chump. My life is a joke, and guess I better laugh at it, or else I might never stop crying. That’s me from tough guy to wimp. From boxing champ to pantywaist punchline!

But, it ain’t even funny!