Harley kisses Robin
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
Harley Quinn let the words hang in the air as she smirked down at the shrunken Robin. Damian Wayne could see her eyes travel quickly up and down his minuscule body. The enormous pads of her lips twitched upwards until the smirk became a grin. Pale makeup covered Harley's features, making it impossible to see the blush that was creeping across her cheeks. Damian had no romantic experience, but he was a teenage boy and he knew the look of hunger that was glimmering in her eyes. Each time she looked at him, a cold chill ran down his spine.
She towered above him; an enormous titaness that could knock him over with a breath. The tight leather bustier and pants creaked softly as she took a breath and blew it out across him. Warm moist air enveloped Damian and he held his breath automatically until the cooler night air returned. She was terrifying and mesmerizing at the same time. Toned and athletic to a fault; Harley Quinn's curves were almost a distinguishing characteristic! She wasn't able to match Batman or Damian in a stand-up fight, but she was damned hard to catch when she decided it was time to turn tail and run.
Now that same tight body was looming over him while those cold eyes seems to take their time undressing him again and again. The pouty curve of her lips twitched again in obvious pleasure. Her mouth was easily big enough to swallow the almost three inch tall crime-fighter whole! Another chill ran down his spine. It would take barely a flick of her wrist to send him tumbling between past those glossy lips and into the fleshy drop beyond.
Trapped in Harley's clenched fist, he was practically level with the rolling swells of her breasts. Every time she inhaled, the pale hills would expand and rise higher until the pillowy channel between her tits was squeezed into a tight line. At his normal size, Damian might have enjoyed a tiny thrill at being able to frisk those luscious curves; now he just hoped to keep a healthy distance from their smothering embrace.
"L... Listen to me, Quinn! Batman's already on his way here right no--" His cheeks blazed pink as his voice cracked. It was almost a relief when she giggled down at him to interrupt.
"Hee hee. Oh, I don't think so bird-brain. That's what we psychiatrists... I'm a doctor you know... call a lie! You're obviously suffering from some 'cute' mythomania. Ha. Not to worry though, little bird, I'll give you plenty of one-on-one time until we take care of that problem!"
The world lurched suddenly as Harley bent her arm to bring him closer and closer to her face. The heaving field of cleavage disappeared beneath him and the clown-girl's enormous, full lips loomed before him like a wall; pump and pouty. They gleam wetly and for a moment, Damian could actually see his horrified face reflected across one pursed lip before they parted.
"Quinn, no!!"
He barely managed to squeak out the words before the giant lips were pressed to him; smearing him with sticky lip-gloss. Her upper lip smothered his face before sliding down to his shoulders. Her lower lip pressed hotly against his straining thighs. The first touch of her tongue sent a fresh jolt of fear through his body. He aimed a nerve punch and jabbed at the enormous fleshy pad of her lip; it bounced softly but Harley's eyes did not even flicker. Her tongue pressed in across his hips like an enormous wet blanket; spreading across him until his stomach and crotch were pinned beneath the wriggling muscle. Damian's heart thundered in his chest. He was helpless to stop her from pushing him directly into her mouth; and that fucking tongue felt... amazing.
"Q... Quinnn..."
Her tongue pulled back and was tracing across his body now. It was so soft, almost gentle, like she was really afraid of hurting him. The tip slid along his belt before dipping back down to fondle his crotch. Even through the armor, his body was starting to respond. Her tongue spread his thighs further before gliding down one leg and then up the other. Within moments, his manhood was straining painfully against the inside of his uniform. When her tongue suddenly pulled back behind her lips, he heard himself groan with disappointment. It was humiliating to feel his hips grind forward, searching for relief against the silky pads of her lips.
Harley's teeth scrapped across his stomach just before her teeth snapped shut.
A jolt of terror ran through him but there was no pain. Harley's head gave a tiny jerk and Damian could feel his utility belt tear away. She had not bitten, him! Instead, the belt and all his tools dangled from her smirking lips. Harley's mouth pursed and the bright yellow belt slid up and disappeared inside.
"Mmm..."
She smacked her lips wetly before giggling down at the stricken Damian. His eyes remained locked on the plump, velvety soft pads as they danced and savored his best defense against her. Finally her mouth opened again. Strands of drool glistening across the wet, pink cave of her mouth. His belt lay coiled in the middle of Harley's broad, moist tongue. Slowly, she pulled her tongue back between her lips and swallowed loudly.
--GULP--
Harley Quinn smacked her lips again.
"There! Now before we really ARE interrupted by 'he who shall not be named', I'm getting out of here. And YOU... are coming with me, hamster junior!"
She was walking now and the world spun past Damian so quickly that he was afraid he might be sick. He scowled up at the giantess as she lifted one slender thigh and straddled the discarded motorcycle. Her free hand patted the metal gas cap.
"So here the deal. You can ride in here. At your size, the walls will be like tank armor and you'll be treading gasoline in a space with NO ventilation. Maybe I'll even forget you're there! Hee hee. OR! You can ride along on... or maybe IN my person! I'll even let you choose your own 'hiding spot'! "
Harley's fingers spread open as she flattened her palm; giving Damian a shaky platform to stand on. He rose unsteady but managed to glare up at the villainess again. She looked so smug, so triumphant. She was going to force him to play her stupid game and laugh at him the whole time. Where would it be? Her boot... her cleavage... her pants... her stomach? Batman certainly would not make any of those choices and Damian was every bit the man that his father was!
"Fuck you, Quinn!"
He took one step and dove off her palm. He could already picture her gobsmacked face when he dove into the gas tank just to spite her. He was not sure how he would escape, but he knew that he would figure it out. And Harley could take a flying leap for all that he ca--
"Ooof!"
Harley's slender fingers closed around his cape and snapped him easily out of the air. She dangled him in front of her frowning face.
"Naughty naughty, little bird. Why are my pets so hard to train? Oh well... I'm sure you'll get another chance soon. Hee hee. Until then... make yourself at home!"
Beneath him, Harley looped a finger between her breasts and tried to tug the tight leather cups away from her skin. Damian's eyes widened and he managed a frantic shake of his head before she stuffed him down her front. One moment, he was staring down into the crevice between those luscious curves and the next he was being hugged on all sides by the warm, pillowy walls of her breasts. He could hear her heart beating around him as she wedged him down deeper and deeper. He kicked his feet pathetically in the open air until Harley pressed a finger to his tiny body and shoved him down out of sight.
He grunted and strained but it was like being buried alive. He was upside down, every time she inhaled the walls gripped him like a vice. Damian shoved hard and the wall just seemed to want to envelope his tiny hands before flowing back into to encase him again. The world rumbled as his tormentor let out a throaty moan.
Still straddling the motorcycle, Harley let out another soft moan as she pawed at her covered breasts. The feeling of the boy struggling against her skin was even better than she' could have imagined. She savored it for several long moments before she finally kicked the bike back to life.
"Well, I can't stick around here all day, pet. You wouldn't believe the sorts of CRAZY people out at this time of night! Hee hee."
With a roar of the throttle, she turned and rode into the night.
Several stories above her, a dark figured watched Harley Quinn go through narrowed eyes.
She towered above him; an enormous titaness that could knock him over with a breath. The tight leather bustier and pants creaked softly as she took a breath and blew it out across him. Warm moist air enveloped Damian and he held his breath automatically until the cooler night air returned. She was terrifying and mesmerizing at the same time. Toned and athletic to a fault; Harley Quinn's curves were almost a distinguishing characteristic! She wasn't able to match Batman or Damian in a stand-up fight, but she was damned hard to catch when she decided it was time to turn tail and run.
Now that same tight body was looming over him while those cold eyes seems to take their time undressing him again and again. The pouty curve of her lips twitched again in obvious pleasure. Her mouth was easily big enough to swallow the almost three inch tall crime-fighter whole! Another chill ran down his spine. It would take barely a flick of her wrist to send him tumbling between past those glossy lips and into the fleshy drop beyond.
Trapped in Harley's clenched fist, he was practically level with the rolling swells of her breasts. Every time she inhaled, the pale hills would expand and rise higher until the pillowy channel between her tits was squeezed into a tight line. At his normal size, Damian might have enjoyed a tiny thrill at being able to frisk those luscious curves; now he just hoped to keep a healthy distance from their smothering embrace.
"L... Listen to me, Quinn! Batman's already on his way here right no--" His cheeks blazed pink as his voice cracked. It was almost a relief when she giggled down at him to interrupt.
"Hee hee. Oh, I don't think so bird-brain. That's what we psychiatrists... I'm a doctor you know... call a lie! You're obviously suffering from some 'cute' mythomania. Ha. Not to worry though, little bird, I'll give you plenty of one-on-one time until we take care of that problem!"
The world lurched suddenly as Harley bent her arm to bring him closer and closer to her face. The heaving field of cleavage disappeared beneath him and the clown-girl's enormous, full lips loomed before him like a wall; pump and pouty. They gleam wetly and for a moment, Damian could actually see his horrified face reflected across one pursed lip before they parted.
"Quinn, no!!"
He barely managed to squeak out the words before the giant lips were pressed to him; smearing him with sticky lip-gloss. Her upper lip smothered his face before sliding down to his shoulders. Her lower lip pressed hotly against his straining thighs. The first touch of her tongue sent a fresh jolt of fear through his body. He aimed a nerve punch and jabbed at the enormous fleshy pad of her lip; it bounced softly but Harley's eyes did not even flicker. Her tongue pressed in across his hips like an enormous wet blanket; spreading across him until his stomach and crotch were pinned beneath the wriggling muscle. Damian's heart thundered in his chest. He was helpless to stop her from pushing him directly into her mouth; and that fucking tongue felt... amazing.
"Q... Quinnn..."
Her tongue pulled back and was tracing across his body now. It was so soft, almost gentle, like she was really afraid of hurting him. The tip slid along his belt before dipping back down to fondle his crotch. Even through the armor, his body was starting to respond. Her tongue spread his thighs further before gliding down one leg and then up the other. Within moments, his manhood was straining painfully against the inside of his uniform. When her tongue suddenly pulled back behind her lips, he heard himself groan with disappointment. It was humiliating to feel his hips grind forward, searching for relief against the silky pads of her lips.
Harley's teeth scrapped across his stomach just before her teeth snapped shut.
A jolt of terror ran through him but there was no pain. Harley's head gave a tiny jerk and Damian could feel his utility belt tear away. She had not bitten, him! Instead, the belt and all his tools dangled from her smirking lips. Harley's mouth pursed and the bright yellow belt slid up and disappeared inside.
"Mmm..."
She smacked her lips wetly before giggling down at the stricken Damian. His eyes remained locked on the plump, velvety soft pads as they danced and savored his best defense against her. Finally her mouth opened again. Strands of drool glistening across the wet, pink cave of her mouth. His belt lay coiled in the middle of Harley's broad, moist tongue. Slowly, she pulled her tongue back between her lips and swallowed loudly.
--GULP--
Harley Quinn smacked her lips again.
"There! Now before we really ARE interrupted by 'he who shall not be named', I'm getting out of here. And YOU... are coming with me, hamster junior!"
She was walking now and the world spun past Damian so quickly that he was afraid he might be sick. He scowled up at the giantess as she lifted one slender thigh and straddled the discarded motorcycle. Her free hand patted the metal gas cap.
"So here the deal. You can ride in here. At your size, the walls will be like tank armor and you'll be treading gasoline in a space with NO ventilation. Maybe I'll even forget you're there! Hee hee. OR! You can ride along on... or maybe IN my person! I'll even let you choose your own 'hiding spot'! "
Harley's fingers spread open as she flattened her palm; giving Damian a shaky platform to stand on. He rose unsteady but managed to glare up at the villainess again. She looked so smug, so triumphant. She was going to force him to play her stupid game and laugh at him the whole time. Where would it be? Her boot... her cleavage... her pants... her stomach? Batman certainly would not make any of those choices and Damian was every bit the man that his father was!
"Fuck you, Quinn!"
He took one step and dove off her palm. He could already picture her gobsmacked face when he dove into the gas tank just to spite her. He was not sure how he would escape, but he knew that he would figure it out. And Harley could take a flying leap for all that he ca--
"Ooof!"
Harley's slender fingers closed around his cape and snapped him easily out of the air. She dangled him in front of her frowning face.
"Naughty naughty, little bird. Why are my pets so hard to train? Oh well... I'm sure you'll get another chance soon. Hee hee. Until then... make yourself at home!"
Beneath him, Harley looped a finger between her breasts and tried to tug the tight leather cups away from her skin. Damian's eyes widened and he managed a frantic shake of his head before she stuffed him down her front. One moment, he was staring down into the crevice between those luscious curves and the next he was being hugged on all sides by the warm, pillowy walls of her breasts. He could hear her heart beating around him as she wedged him down deeper and deeper. He kicked his feet pathetically in the open air until Harley pressed a finger to his tiny body and shoved him down out of sight.
He grunted and strained but it was like being buried alive. He was upside down, every time she inhaled the walls gripped him like a vice. Damian shoved hard and the wall just seemed to want to envelope his tiny hands before flowing back into to encase him again. The world rumbled as his tormentor let out a throaty moan.
Still straddling the motorcycle, Harley let out another soft moan as she pawed at her covered breasts. The feeling of the boy struggling against her skin was even better than she' could have imagined. She savored it for several long moments before she finally kicked the bike back to life.
"Well, I can't stick around here all day, pet. You wouldn't believe the sorts of CRAZY people out at this time of night! Hee hee."
With a roar of the throttle, she turned and rode into the night.
Several stories above her, a dark figured watched Harley Quinn go through narrowed eyes.
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