There's a woman in our neighborhood with the biggestjugs I've ever seen. Bambi Rosen is about twenty-twoyears old "trophy wife". She is a tall, beautifulblonde with long legs and a cute ass. She also has42" DD-cup knockers (I know because I looked at herbra once when it was on the clothes-line - I do theirlawn work). Her tits are even bigger now because aboutsix months ago she had a baby and she's still nursingit. Still a knockout, the pregnancy had left astubborn extra fifteen to twenty pounds on Bambi and ajelly roll of fat around her once flat midriff.
When she was pregnant though, her rich husband startedscrewing around with Margaret Sheehan, a slim goodlooking eighteen year old lifeguard who only has B cupsize boobs. One day at the pool at the country club, Bambi started getting on Margaret's case. She triedto trip her as she walked past and whispered thingsabout her so she could see she was being talked about.
Finally Margaret had enough, and marched up to BambiRosen and said, " Listen, you fat cow! If you want tosettle this thing right now, let's go over in the gymand put on the gloves!"
Bambi jumped at the opportunity. "You'reon,'Skinny'!" she sneered at Margaret.
Bambi appeared at the gym still clad in her revealingbikini (a little too tight post pregnancy) andbarefoot; Margaret had changed into a sports bra,shorts and cross trainers. A large crowd followed thetwo to the gym. I thought I'd faint when Bambi Rosencame in. Her her massive fun bags were bursting out ofthe top of her bikini top, and you could see her bigareolae and nipples through the material.
They tied on the gloves. Mr. Rosen was the referee."I'm going to knock you out in the first round, littlegirl!" Bambi Rosen said cattily "I'm gonna black thosebig baby blue eyes of yours, too!"
Margaret just smirked.
The bell rang and Bambi rushed out and startedthrowing punches wildly, but Margaret dodged andducked all of them. Then she let fly with aroundhouse right that socked Bambi Rosen in her lefteye and knocked her flat.
Bambi was dizzy and a little cross eyed but shestruggled up by the count of nine. That eye was goingto be black for two weeks. She threw anothertelegraphed punch at Margaret, but Margaret slippedunder it and came up with a left hook to Bambi's othereye that decked her again.
The tall blonde seemed a little woozy but got up againonly to be met with a tremendous uppercut to her chinthat literally knocked her silly! It knocked her back into the ropes and her arms were flung back overthe ropes as she sagged down, held up only by herarms. Her knees were knocking together and hereyes were rolling around and her head was lolling fromside to side. She was gaga!
Margaret then put on quite a show. She stepped up and administered a whopping uppercut to each of Bambi Rosen's fat jiggling jugs, knocking them out of her bra. Then she began to punch each one of them like punching bags, switching back and forth while Mr. Rosen and the whole neighborhood looked on. It turned out Margaret Sheehan was a personal trainer and fitness expert and she'd worked out on the light bag for hours in expectation of this moment. Bambi's massive milk melons were flopping like a pair of speed bags. A sudden straight right hand to the face and Bambi's cute button nose cracked audibly and began to swell. A second right sent Bambi's dazzlingly white front teeth (cosmetic caps) clattering to the mat, leaving her with two gray stumps in their place.
Finally, Margaret paused. Bambi Rosen was still in hercuckoo daze, but now her eyelids drooped and her eyescrossed themselves completely. Her big tits weresticking out, red from the pounding Margaret gavethem. Her nose was swollen and she despite (orperhaps as a result of) her battering, she grinned asilly little grin, revealing her ruined smile. Margaret shucked off her boxing gloves, then leaneddown and took each of the dazed blonde's nipplesbetween her thumb and forefinger and teased andtwirled them till they were standing out stiff likeover sized pencil erasers. Then, Margaret put a handunder each massive tit and gently began to jigglethem and lo and behold, Bambi Rosen began to squirtmilk from each nipple.
Milk squirted all over Margaret and all over the ringeven on Mr. Rosen, ten feet away, first long Spurts,then a steady little dribbling stream like twofountains!
"Milk that fat cow!" cheered one skinny woman in thecrowd. Ever the vain exhibitionist, Bambi Rosen hadfew friends among her female neighbors!
"Baby's gonna have to be satisfied with the bottletonight!" laughed another smug female onlooker.
There was an orgasmic smile on Bambi Rosen's face. Shewas having a sexy dream or something. You couldalmost hear the birdies chirping and tweeting aroundher head as she hung there, draped in the ropes withtwo enormous purple shiners around her eyes and herbazooms beaten black and blue! Mr. Rosen heldMargaret's hand up in victory after counting his wifeout ... but Margaret Sheehan was not through!
"Just so you won't have any trouble choosing betweenus ...", announced Margaret, fumbling through her gymbag, " ... and since you're so clearly dazzled by'Dairy Queen's' big fat udders, I guess I'll have todo something to ugly up 'Blondie' here ... and I knowjust the the thing!" From her bag, Margaret produced... a set of cordless clippers!
Returning her attention to the battered blonde,Margaret eased a stumbling Bambi to the center of thering and eased her into a sitting position. "I'mgoing to cut off all your hair now, okay, 'Fatso"?",Margaret whispered to the dazed blonde, "You'd likethat, wouldn't you?". As she spoke, Margaretnonchalantly twirled an index finger around one ofBambi's sensitive (but now bone dry) nipples.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah ..." cooed the witless Bambi, "It feelsnice!"
Firing up the clippers to the cheers of the crowd,Margaret stared at Mr. Rosen, who shruggednon-commitally. Placing the clippers at the crest ofBambi's hairline, just above her forehead, Margaretplowed them slowly steadily back. Long wisps of lushblonde hair cascaded to the floor and soon, the brashBambi Rosen was sporting a peculiar 'reverse-Mohawk"... but not for long!
Humming as she worked, Margaret Sheehan made passafter pass with the clippers over Bambi Rosen'srapidly vanishing blonde mane. "Take it off ... takeit all off!" hooted a matronly neighbor who's husbandhad often stared lustfully at the buxom tease! Soonthe battered bimbo's head was reduced to a bristlystubble, which Margaret rubbed with obvioussatisfaction! "And now ... to make sure you don'treturn to your old tricks, 'Titsie', when it growsback!" chuckled Margaret, holding up a bottle for thecrowd to see - "MAXIMUM STRENGTH DEPILATORY - GET RIDOF UNWANTED HAIR PERMANENTLY!".
Donning rubber gloves, Margaret rubbed the noxiousgreen chemical into a still goofy Bambi's ravagedscalp. Audible "pops" and "hisses" arose from BambiRosen's head, along with little plumes of what lookedlike smoke! After several minutes, Margaret begangently massaging Bambi's scalp with a towel - aprocess Bambi appeared to be enjoying thoroughly! Thepunch drunk bimbo smiled goofily.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm ... that's nice ... I love this ...",she babbled. By this point, camcorders had beenwhirring for minutes and photographs were beingsnapped freely by the crowd. No one, not even herhusband, was inclined to lift a finger in defense ofthis haughty bitch! As she steadily massaged away theremnants of Bambi Rosen's gorgeous hair forever,Margaret was simultaneously buffing her beatenopponent's head to a high gloss shine! By the timeshe'd finished, Bambi's completely bald head gleamedlike a cue ball! Seemingly for the first time,Bambi's over sized ears were noticed - they werecertainly too large for her head and jutted outprominently from her shiny skull. For her part, Bambisnored and snorted noisily, she had finally passed out completely!
"Well, Stanley!" chirped Margaret, "Time for you tomake a decision! Who's it gonna be - me or this?". Margaret poised her own pretty face next to thebattered bald Bambi's and smiled coquettishly!
Fir the first time, Mr. Rosen smiled. He placed anarm around Margaret Sheehan, " It was never really anissue ... but now it looks like there's not much of achoice!". Neighbor's cheered as Margaret and Mr.Rosen kissed, with a battered, beaten and bald Bambisitting snoring at their feet.
"Oh Stan ..." gushed Margaret, "Let's get a picturewith her!". Kneeling, Margaret and Mr. Rosenpositioned themselves on either side of Bambi Rosen. Margaret placed her hand under Bambi's chin to holdher head up to look into the camera as Mr. Rosenplaced his hand atop Bambi's hairless head.
"Smile!" a plump redhead suggested as she entered thering with her camera. Then frowning, she pouted,"Bambi's not smiling!"
"I can fix that!" chirped Margaret. Bambi Rosen'slegs were crossed under her and were out of the frameof the picture. Slyly, Margaret mischievously tickledthe bare sole of the bald bimbo's foot.
"Kootchie kootchie koooooo ... come on, 'Chrome-Dome',smile for the camera! That's a good little baldiebimbo!"
Bambi Rosen's sleeping face took on a puzzled look. Then she cooed and her eyes fluttered open; they werestill half crossed and she was clearly still "out ofit". Then she giggle and a broad, seemingly genuinesmile creased her face, revealing her busted teeth. It looked for all the world like Bambi was ACTUALLYenjoying her predicament!
"Stop that, Andre ..." she tittered, half conscious,"You know how ticklish I am, you bad boy ..."
"Andre? Who the hell is ...", sputtered Mr. Rosen.
"It doesn't matter anymore!" Margaret reassured him;then, placing an arm under his once gorgeous wife'sshoulder, "Help me get this piece of trash to herfeet!"
Stumbling, mumbling, followed by a jeering crowd,Bambi Rosen was walked back to the pool ... and hurledin!
Sputtering wildly, a now wide awake Bambi burst upfrom the water. "Wh- what happened ..." she shrieked,"Did I beat that bitch? What's happening to me?". The crowd laughed and cheered and Bambi began to hearsnippets that caused her to clap her hands tentativelyatop her shiny scalp.
"Why I'm ... I'm ... I'm BALD! I'm completely bald!" astunned Bambi repeated the obvious. As the fullextent of her humiliation became clear to her, shebegan to cry and scream, swearing that she woulddivorce her husband for every penny he was worth andsee Margaret behind bars! Fed up with Bambi's shrill shrieking, Margaret stepped forward, a surly look on her pretty face. "That beating was nothing compared to what you're going to get, you fat ugly bald bitch!".
Terrified, Bambi made to escape but Margaret caughther by the waistband of her bikini. With an audibleping, it snapped ... and a bald, buck naked BambiRosen raced off, her bare feet slapping the pavementas she fled.
Epilogue: DNA testing proved that the Bambi's childwas fathered by Andre, her tennis coach, not Mr.Rosen. Bambi was divorced for adultery and did notreceive a dime! When Bambi and Margaret both pressedassault charges, the judge ruled that whatever hadgone on, including the head shaving, was part of aconsensual fight and fined each party five hundreddollars or fifty days in jail - a sum Margaret's newfiance, Mr. Rosen paid cheerfully. Broke, bald as abowling ball, ugly as sin and unable to work in herprevious line as an exotic dancer, Bambi was facingjail time. With no job prospects, she sheepishlyaccepted a position ... as Margaret Sheehan-Rosen'supstairs maid. Curious house guests who had neverheard this story often wondered about the bald womanwith the bad teeth and crooked nose (in traditionalFrench maid's garb at Margaret's insistence) whom theyobserved humbly dusting the mansion's furniture.
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