The Gamer Girls: Jab Lock's Beatdown

This one’s been a long time comin’. Jab was a character concept who got some art a couple months back of a fighting game fangirl who also took actual boxing lessons at her gym. A big soft meathead who can break a controller between her hands without trying but is really docile and a slow thinker. She’s modest, dopey and way better and more popular than she thinks. She’s also way hornier than you’d think and can totally kill you with her bare hands if she ever thought to.

Obviously inspired by the wave of fighting game girls like Command Grab, Filthy Casual, GG, and Dragon Punch I wrote fanfics for. I wanted to see what I could come up with that was original enough, and while it’s still mostly sexy bets and implied fighting/competing, I like her a bunch. Dumb, happy, strong girls for life. 

It took me a while to piece together what I really wanted out of her, so the story remained the same but I kept tacking things on or figuring lines she’d actually say without being a boring pushover. I’ve brainstormed a few more FGC girls with a friend or two online, so probably got some more coming somewhere down the line. Just real proud to get this one done.

Jab Lock was a fighter and she certainly looked the part. She was a heavyset girl, barrel-chested to give her a wide and tall build. While she was soft around the middle with a notable belly, it was impossible to miss that she packed some heavy muscle in her broad shoulders, powerful arms and stocky legs. Her short, black hair was kept loose and hanging in front of one of her eyes, swaying as she shifted her footing. Just like with most days at her gym, she was dressed in simple and unflattering sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt with growing sweat stains. Her narrow eyes squinted even tighter as she focused on her target. She breathed heavily as she stood in the ring, her gloved fists raised as she muttered to herself.

“Fierce, fierce, block,” she mused quietly as she threw some punches. Her gloved fists thumped against her trainer’s padded ones, easily catching her pair of punches. Jab retreated a few paces and threw up her gloves as her coach took a quick but half-hearted swing at her, letting Jab deflect it with her beefy arms.

“Good,” her coach noted brightly. The fit older woman quirked an eyebrow at Jab Lock. “Maybe this time you can try it without the commentary?”

“Oh geez! Sorry,” Jab blurted meekly. “I get mixed up sometimes.”

“Mixed up with what, Julia?” her trainer pried. Jab bit her lip, scolding herself for spelling out her blows and threw another combo into the training gloves.

“I’ve been playing a lot of videogames lately. I’m trying to get into shape for my local tournament scene.” Her coach raised her eyebrows at her.

“For a videogame tournament? Or a real tournament?”

“Sorry! Yes,” Jab corrected quickly. “I meant FGC. Not… this.” She threw out a few more punches.

“Too bad. You could be a major heavyweight if you put your mind to it.”

“Thanks,” Jab said with a small smile. “But I just do this cuz it’s fun. I’m a gamer at heart, and that’s all the competition I need. Down forward med-”

Jab’s trainer gave her a quick swat to her thick head. “Head in the game, Jules.”

“Ow. Sorry.”

Pluggin’ Play was a popular and accommodating video game shop in Jab Lock’s neighborhood. They had a few arcade machines as well as the usual wares, but also liked to host meetups for casual and competitive games. Jab stooped instinctively as she went through the door, even if it wasn’t necessary. She had her sandwich-shaped backpack over her shoulder and had thrown on a Pokemon “Workin’ my puff into a tuff'' jersey over some fresh sweatpants.

Jab waved meekly back at a few regulars who recognized her (not that she was hard to miss). She went over to her usual spot, letting a match finish on the Backalley Brawlers 2 Infinity setup. The rerelease had been sweeping the FGC, and when Jab gathered the confidence to try streaming the game, she’d gotten a surprising number of followers. She assumed it was just because she was so absentminded it was hard to keep track of her schedule.

Her foot was tapping excitedly by the time a seat cleared up. She plopped her big bottom into the chair and smiled lazily as she took out and synced her controller. There weren’t exactly weight classes in fighting games, so she found herself against a skinny girl with long red hair, a gap between her teeth, skinny jeans and an unzipped Batman hoodie.

“Hi,” she greeted quietly. “I’m Jab.”

“Oh, hey. That some kind of screenname?” she asked dismissively.

“Oh. Yea. People call me Jab Lock,” she added sheepishly.

“You don’t say. Well I’m Tory.” 

Of course, everyone had heard about Jab Lock. Tory knew about the gorilla of a girl who was a regular at Pluggin’ Play. She ranked decently in their tournaments, and she was one of the bulkiest girls in the whole shop. Tory had just moved into town herself, and she wasn’t about to tip the fact that she was a local champ in her hometown to the awkward boxer. She wanted to see the shocked look on the busty goon’s face, especially as the beanpole of a girl bitterly eyed Jab’s jugs that pushed out at her top.

“Nice to meet ya,” Jab greeted as she focused on the screen. Her strong arms tensed up as she focused on the game, putting in her pick for Miss Magnus. The tanned, mature boxer character thumped her heavy iron gloves together with a clang as they entered the loading screen. Magnus and Miss Magnus had always been Jab’s favorites, and she was the type to put in the practice under an aesthetic favorite or a waifu rather than pay attention to the tier lists she couldn’t even keep track of.

Things were a little touch and go at first, but Tory quickly got a read on her. Her Master Shen started landing all her counters as Jab started to wince and get pushed back into a corner. She started to get flustered and suddenly shot a hand away from her controller.

“Right cross!” she yelped as her fist shot out ahead of her. It just made her final seconds that much easier for Tory to land her KO.

“MASTER SHEN WINS!”

“Ah jeez. I must still be warmed up from irl boxing,” Jab sighed as she slumped into her seat. Tory smiled pretty proudly, enjoying the power of taking down the six-foot musclehead. 

“Oh man,” Jab sighed. “Rookie mistakes. Can I get a rematch?” Tory tried to contain her surprise. She wasn’t sure that punching the air instead of hitting the X button was an actual rookie mistake.

“Welllll the rules are you lose, you walk,” Tory gloated, stretching her arms over her head casually.

“Oh, come on. Pleaaase?” Jab pleaded. “I didn’t know it was on single-round matchups. I was really looking forward to getting some practice in.”

“I dunno,” Tory rubbed in, even knowing there wasn’t anyone waiting behind them. “Maybe if you let me feel up those giant cow tits of yours I’d-”

“Deal.”

Tory was more surprised than anything as Jab Lock leaned into her, pushing her plump belly into her lap and her breasts into her face. Tory’s cocky demeanor vanished as she faced down the jiggling jugs.

“What’re you waiting for?” Jab asked. “I was just getting warmed up.”

“Y-yea… me too,” Tory stammered. She was red in the face from feeling the huge rack pushing into her face. She could detect the warmth and faint smell of soap battling with her sweat. She finally seized the idea of taking her own suggestion. She lifted Jab’s jersey with a firm yank, letting her soft stomach and even bigger breasts bounce out into view. Tory buried her hands onto the massive pair, getting Jab to blush as she groped and kneaded her jugs.

“Man, people are gonna see,” Jab muttered as her bulk blocked most of the other players’ views. Head still turned at the vague fondling as Tory let out her breast envy on her. She pulled down on her snug bra, letting the bare breasts flop out and pinched the bigger girl’s nipples. Jab winced as her tender nips grew hard between her fingers and her blush grew darker.  

“Okay, can we play now?” Jab asked meekly despite looking like she could hurl the skinnier girl across the room.

“Why? Looking to see my badass combos?” Tory sneered proudly. She rapidly spanked her hands around Jab’s jugs, bouncing them into each other repeatedly.

“Ah! Okay!” she finally complained, tugging her shirt down over her hands before adjusting her bra. A few kids were watching and snickering nearby as she hunched her shoulders. “So rematch, right?”

“Oh yea, that,” Tory recalled, still grinning from her jealous distraction. “Sure. I’ve got some time to kill.”

The redhead went back to the character select, just for Jab to stick with Miss Magnus. Tory smirked and swapped out to Celine, the dark-looking emo witch. If she was dumb enough to repeat her same character, Tory saw nothing wrong with picking a strong counter to her.

Jab was different this time. She leaned in and her wide-eyed focused on the screen with a new intensity. Her jiggling and flexing figure bobbed around, distracting Tory while her sweaty fingers hurried to enter her button combinations. She flung Shadow Bombs at the charging boxer, but her super armor or perfectly timed dodge-cancels and blocks were proving shockingly effective.

Miss Magnus landed a charging uppercut before Tory built up enough of her special meter. She let off a Chaos Zone Super to blast Jab’s character into another KO with a few slivers of her own health left.

“CELINE WINS!” the game announced.

“Ah! Almost had ya,” Jab sighed. Tory let out a big sigh of relief as she slumped into her chair, wiping sweat from her hands onto her hoodie. Jab had to be one of the better Miss Magnus players she’d ever seen, even online. At least, once she found her groove.

“How about one more?” Jab asked eagerly. “It was just getting good.”

“I dunno…” Tory said, glancing over her shoulder. A small crowd had gathered as people heard the rapid clicking, deciding to watch the end of the close match rather than wait for another game.

“I was kind of thinking of ending my day. Being undefeated and all,” Tory excused.

The skinny redhead stretched her back over her chair as the audience groaned or chanted “One more time! One more time!”

“Pleaaaase? C’mon, I’ll do anything. I don’t get to fight in a lot of irl matches,” Jab urged. “I mean, not in BB2 anyway… regular boxing’s easy.”

Tory bit her lip, weighing just what she meant by “anything.” The girl was a brick shithouse and probably as smart as one, given her laid back personality and confusion about what was a real fight or not. She was still a capable player, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to risk a break in her undefeated record here. Unless…

“What if this one’s for all the marbles?” Tory asked, breaking into an impish grin. “And if I win I get to do whatever I want to you back in the break room.”

Their audience of primarily gamer boys let out a series of “Ooooh”s with the occasional “Hell yes!” Jab blushed again but she nodded.

“Yea. Okay. I’ll do it,” she accepted. “It’s a deal.” She turned back to the game and picked her Miss Magnus again. Tory hesitantly avoided Celine, figuring she had figured out a way to counter her counter. She decided to go with the speedy Laronda, hoping her wild movements would be enough to make her a hard target and land some combos.

It absolutely did not work. Jab wasn’t even at her peak in the second match. She was just starting to stretch out her fingers from being stuck in a boxing glove all afternoon and loosened up her muscles from the workout. She was landing combos and counters like crazy, pummeling Tory’s fumbling capoeira fighter all around the stage.

“Mind your manners~!” the milfy boxer chimed before smashing a gigantic punch into Laronda's face. Tory’s fighter bounced off the wall, trapped in a corner as Miss Magnus bombarded the slimmer character until she was seeing stars. Tory was overwhelmed and trying to button mash out of the stun. Jab hit a few quick buttons, sparing time for a taunt (Miss M facing the camera and cupping her jugs in her killer metal gloves) and still turning back to crush an uppercut to Laronda’s chin. Tory could hear a cracking from Jab’s hands and as she spared a glance over, she saw her mash her finishing button hard enough with her strong thumb to leave cracks in her controller.

The match ended with the bar level’s custom finish, launching Laronda through the bathroom door and landing head-first in one of the toilets. A shameful flushing noise sounded as the camera went back to a beaming Miss Magnus taking off her boxing gloves to flash a peace sign.

“MISS MAGNUS WINS!”

“Holy fuck!”

“Fucking bodied!”

“That shit was ridiculous!”

“Oh man! Boxing mom is best waifu!”

Tory gawked in surprise. She had taken on everyone in town pretty easily, but Jab’s increasing attention to the game had read her like a book while landing some perfect (or MAXCELLENT according to the game) combos.

“Ah man… I think I broke another controller,” Jab noted quietly.

“Holy crap… where’d you learn all that!?” Tory blurted in stunned disbelief.

“Oh, just practice,” Jab said. She sat back and smiled, looking about as content as she was after a loss. She itched her hair awkwardly. “That and coach had me working on my reflexes and reading my opponent lately…”

“Well fuck,” Tory scoffed, shaking her head at the win screen. “Okay. Well I know when I’m beat.” The redhead sat up and picked up her messenger bag. “See you around, biggie.”

Tory had made it a couple steps when a very strong hand caught her shoulder. She looked back to see Jab with a gleam in her half-lidded eyes that gave off big ara ara energy.

“Sorry, but I kept my promise when I lost…” Jab purred with her calm smile growing slowly wider. Tory gulped as she started to realize what she meant.

“Yea… but I didn’t say if you won that I’d… see, that was only for you, cuz…”

Their various viewers started to boo her as Jab pointed towards a sign. It was a laminated little sign that had to be put up after enough arguments broke out among the players.

“Don’t bet what you can’t lose.”

Jab grabbed Tory by her hood, dragging her back to the break room and slamming the door shut behind them.

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Tory squeaked as she was tossed onto the empty table. Jab really did have no trouble tossing the scrawny girl around as she shut the door firmly behind them. Jab smirked as she slid her top over her head and unbuckled her bra.

“You had to go and get me heated up,” Jab said with a calm smile still on her face. Her breasts bounced out, just as plump and hard-tipped as Tory remembered them from their brief flash. Jab didn’t bother waiting to undress the redhead as she shoved her hands under the skinny gamer’s hoodie. Tory gasped as her strong hands groped around and easily covered her tiny tits, palming and squeezing them as she thumbed her nipples. 

“You don’t get to gaming this long without learning how to use your fingers,” Jab chimed teasingly as her hand went to Tory’s jeans. Her strong arm yanked them just below her ass before cupping and rubbing the skinny redhead’s crotch.

Tory started to moan and squirm, but Jab Lock leaned over her. With her hands fixated on the slim gamer’s tits and pussy, it rested her heavy rack over her face. Tory’s moans suddenly cut off as they became nothing more than soft vibrations against Jab’s big naked bust. Seeing that the noises weren’t getting her anywhere, she was left to open her mouth and suck on Jab’s thick nipple instead.

“Ooh, that’s good,” Jab sighed under her breath. Her half-lidded eyes fluttered as she smiled to herself, sliding aside Tory’s panties to get at her slit. Even the redhead herself was surprised by the wet squishing sound. She hadn’t even realized how excited she’d gotten between the embarrassment of her loss and then the strongfat gamer girl feeling her up.

“Guess you’re excited too,” Jab giggled calmly as she lifted her hand back out of Tory’s crotch. Her warm, wet fingers left a cooling trail of the redhead’s juices up her belly before she put them to her lips and took a taste. “You make a good little prize, you know that?”

“Uh huh…” Tory gave an upside-down nod from the edge of the table, even if she’d barely registered what the big busty girl had said. She could still feel the echoes of Jab’s thick fingers probing around inside her like she was nothing but a doll for her to toy with.

“Then I’m sure you’ll like this little knockout. I don’t usually get to do this cuz taunting’s not that effective in fighting games OR boxing…”

Tory glanced upward, seeing Jab stripping out of her sweatpants. Her wide butt and soft belly jiggled as she left herself naked, turning to press her damp, dark bush into Tory’s face. The redhead swallowed hard and involuntarily inhaled the sweat and musk of the horny boxer.

“Now who’s the champ?” Jab purred. She didn’t let her answer, grinding on Tory’s face to smear her wet pussy over her. Her hands slowly peeled Tory’s hoodie upward, exposing her meager breasts while Jab’s bobbed over the skinny redhead to eclipse her face from view. Jab circled her fingers around Tory’s nipples until the redhead was squealing, finally stepping back away from her.

“You won!” Tory gasped, a desperate and needy tone to her voice. “You beat me fair! I’m sorry I was a dick! You’re the champ!”

“Thanks,” Jab said with a small smile. She raised a leg to hook it onto the table, finally climbing onto it with a slight creak beneath her husky weight. She sat down right on Tory’s face, her wide behind settling into a steady jiggle right in front of her face. Tory’s hands went to the thick ass cheeks, even if they were clearly immovable from Jab’s steady perch.

“You know what to do, don’t you?” Jab purred. Tory moaned beneath her as she groped Jab’s ass, delivering the muffled sounds but clear sensations of kissing her ass and pussy from beneath the facesit. Jab sighed loudly as she tossed her head back.

“Yeaaa you do,” she moaned, groping and playing with her thick breasts. She started to grind steadily, her strong legs squishing around Tory’s face to extend her lips and pull her in deeper. Jab trailed off on her dirty talk as she got more into it, but her heavy breathing just became louder and more intense. Her thick butt jiggled and rubbed in Tory’s face as her pussy ground its drooling, pungently sweet juices over her mouth and nose. Tory’s hips were pumping at the air until Jab reached down to steady herself, bracing a strong hand on her groin and burying her fingers into her like she was a handhold. Even the fairly rough groping got Tory to gasp into her snatch, lapping needily at the sweaty woman’s privates to encourage her fingering.

Jab’s husky voice broke into a high-pitched cry as she arched her back, squeezing her breast and Tory’s pussy in her climax. Her chubby thighs caged in Tori’s face as she came into her nose and mouth in a slow but steady trickle. The big girl kept gasping and humping for a surprisingly long orgasm, enough that her firm grinding and groping kept pumping Tori’s pussy like she was mining for gold. Tori’s eyes crossed beneath the smothering Jab, buried in her ass and groin as she squirted messily past her thick fingers.

“Phew~! KOed,” Jab sighed as her thick body and tensed muscles finally relaxed. She patted Tori affectionately on the stomach as she slid back off her. “Oh man… I went and got myself sweaty again. I always do that…” she grumbled to herself.

“Holy fuck,” Tori panted as she stared at the ceiling, dizzy from the overwhelmingly aggressive boxer’s dominant ride. “That was crazy.”

“Yea, well I’ve been playing Miss Magnus for a long time, so I’ve gotten good at her.”

“What? N-no, not that…” Tori rambled. She tried to take a breath of fresh air, only to find that there were wet patches of Jab Lock’s cum on the inside of her hood. The scent of her pussy had stained into her clothes and haunted her… and she wasn’t sure she wanted to get rid of it.

Jab started to gather her sweats again, trying to figure out which part was the front when Tori sat up on the break table.

“So, uh… what were you doing after this?”

“Probably laundry,” Jab sighed.

“I mean… is it urgent? I’m kind of hungry… not that I didn’t get enough to eat just now!” she defended. “I mean I’m not that hungry. I mean… want to stop by somewhere?” Her heart was racing and a good part of it was probably her orgasm rattling around in her brain but… the girl was cute. In a giant boxing dumbass thug kind of way.

“Oh? I guess…” Jab noted with a distant look in her eyes. “…why?”

“Just to like, hang out.”

“For a rematch?”

“No! I’m good. I’ve made enough bets for today.” Though the idea of losing one on purpose crossed Tori’s mind…

“So you’re like a fan?”

“You could say that,” Tori said as she finally pulled her jeans back up around her waist.

“Oh. Cuz I don’t get a lot of those,” Jab noted. “Except the guys who like to watch me fight at the gym. Or the younger players here at the Pluggin’ Play. Or those people who follow me when I remember to try streaming…”

Tori sucked in another steadying breath, even if it came with a fresh dose of Jab’s musky pussy perfume. God she was thick… but in all the cutest ways. Okay, she was crushing hard on the meathead.

“Well, then you’ve got your first fangirl. Is that cool?”

Jab gave her a small, docile smile. “Yea. It’s nice to know when folks actually like me. Just cuz I’m not always the fastest on reading people.”

“I noticed,” Tori said quickly. “But yea, if you ever wanna do a few rounds or just hang out… I’d uh… really like that.”

“Seriously?!” Jab asked, her dim expression lighting up.

“Uh… yea!” she quickly agreed, taking any opening she could to get closer to her. “Why not? I could use someone to do some casual lab work with.”

“That’s great! I’ve been looking for somebody!” Jab said eagerly. “I’ll meet you tomorrow around noon?”

“Sure!” Tori said, breaking into a wide and gap-toothed grin. “Sounds awesome. I’ll be there.”

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“What the fuck did I get myself into?” Tori asked herself quietly.

She had apparently missed a few steps in the conversation. She had thought they were meeting up for some more rounds of BB2. Now there she was, the redheaded beanpole standing in a fighting ring with barely-fitting boxing gloves.

“Thanks again. Not a lot of people around here like to spar with me anymore,” Jab said with a clearly excited grin. At least it was making her happy enough for Tori to let the misunderstanding slide. Anything to get closer to her big girl.

“Okay, so readyyyy? Round 1… fight!”