Harley reveals a new side of herself to Damian
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
Harley Quinn crawled across the Bat Cave's stone floor towards Damian Wayne. Her pigtails wagged slowly back and forth as she moved and her naked breasts swayed beneath her. He smirked as he watched her move and let his eyes travel down across those soft, supple curves. He did not say anything because he did not need to. She knew exactly what was expected of her.
"Mmm... You're so BIG Damian. You're even bigger than Batman! You're just like Batman in every way except your even better and smarter and stronger and faster than him!"
Damian smirked and slid a hand down and gripped the base of his cock. Harley moaned as she slid between his legs; her eyes full of the same adoration that she had once felt for Joker. Her falsetto voice started cooing at him again but Damian was done with her simpering worship. He reached forward and tugged her mouth down over his rigid cock. The clown moaned as her tongue swirled around his impressive girth. After a moment she pulled back off his dick with a wet 'pop'.
"I don't care how low on funds we're getting, ya blockhead! I'm busy tonight and I don't wanna be disturbed!"
The throaty purr was gone now; she sounded annoyed. Somewhere a door slammed and the entire world seemed to tremble as Damian woke up.
"No!"
Damian was on his feet in a flash. A sea of fabric stretched out in every direction: bedsheets. He spun around, soaking the room in; the sheer scale gave him a sense of vertigo and he stumbled back down to the mattress. He was in the middle of an enormous unmade bed. The walls looked like sheet metal draped with blankets and old rugs; obviously some sort of industrial warehouse that Harley had appropriated as a hideout. The walls stretched up and then stopped, leaving the ceiling open to the rest of the building. Far above him, he could see a row of dingy skylights. The room itself HAD to be Harley's. The Joker's face grinned out at him from a dozen places, many covered in bright red lip prints as if she could not resist planting a kiss each time she passed. A bureau against one wall looked like it had violently regurgitated a few dozen bras which now hung haphazardly from its open drawers. Two old lamps cast long shadows around the room. A single door past the foot of the bed looked heavy and imposing. And the bed; her scent was everywhere. It clung to the sheets and it clung to him; just another one of her possessions now.
A shake of his head cleared some of the cobwebs from his thoughts. He was still less than three inches tall but he had not been smothered between that crazy woman's tits. He could still remember the growing panic as he had thrashed and fought against the smooth, yielding walls only to have them press in tighter around him each time. The heat and the still air had made his fleshy tomb into a sweltering bubble as if he had been literally swallowed by her breasts. He remembered the panic fading slightly as his energy had faded until finally... Damian scowled. Batman would never have passed out between some bimbo's boobs and HE certainly should not have either!
Beyond one wall, he could hear voices arguing; Harley and her goons. It took a moment but Damian realized quickly that him chasing her had obviously interrupted what should have been an illegal boost to their cash flow.
"No... No no no! I don't care! Listen to me, chumps! I'm not running a daycare, I'm running a gang of thugs and thugs GET PAID. That means that you'll get paid too! So stuff it!"
The voices grumbled but nobody seemed inclined to argue. A moment later, Harley's heels began clicking against the concrete floor, circling the room, heading towards the door. The doorknob wobbled but a gruff male voice spoke suddenly.
"Hey Harley."
Damian heard Harley sigh in irritation.
"What is it Chuckles? I don't have any money for you either."
"That's not what I want and you know it, girl! When you gonna let me have a go and that sweet turd cutter of yours! Da Boss ain't been seen in months. I'm just saying... nothing helps you get over the last mistake, like the next one."
"You wish, Chuckles. Mistah J is going to come back and--Mmmph"
A body pressed up against the door and for a moment there was silence until a slap rang out.
"And another one for you if I even SEE that tongue again, Chuckles! Bleck!"
"You know you loved it!"
Damian dove under a clump of blankets just as Harley kicked the door open and stomped in. She still had on the tight corset and skin-tight leather pants from earlier. The smooth expanse of her belly was bare and the round curve of her ass was so perfect that it looked sculpted. A hulking man in a clown mask stood for a moment in the doorway before she kicked the door closed again.
"Jackass," she glowered, hurling two middle fingers towards the door.
Damian squirmed further beneath the covers just before she turned back towards the bed. Her heels clicked again, growing closer. An enormous shadow fell across the blanket he hid beneath and a moment later, the world trembled and shook as Harley launched herself backwards onto the bed. He bounced and shook like he was trapped in an earthquake but Harley just let out a soft, relaxed sigh as she spread out across the middle of the mattress.
"Mmm... nothing like crawling into bed after a busy day. Which... reminds me. Where's my new little toy? Hmm? Ma Ma wants to see her little man. Hee hee... Little."
An arm crashed down to his left, crushing the bedding and cutting off his escape. It lifted away again and Damian just barely rolled clear before it crashed down directly where he had just been. It lifted away after a moment.
"Hee hee. I can't blame you toy. I had two orgasms just riding home while you were pressed against me. Now I think its time for something a little more... adventurous! Ever go spelunking?"
This time her hand dove directly beneath the covers. He dove to the side but her hand was too big and too fast. Her slender fingers wrapped around him and squeezed until he stopped struggling before yanking him free of the blankets.
"There you are! You must have been having fun too! You were a little tuckered out when we got here. Hee hee. Mmm... but now we're both ready for round two! I'll give you a hint where you're going... it ALSO involves 'number two'! "
Harley giggled at the horrified look Damian shot her and then slid him down along her incredible body. The hills of her breasts swept past into the flat plane of her stomach and then the leather clad mound of her cunt. She gave him an encouraging wink like she was about to push him on stage to perform and then raised her legs up into the air. A tilt of her wrist put him directly in front of the biggest ass Damian could even imagine.
"Oh please, no..."
The tight leather conformed to her curves like a second skin, following the swells and jiggles of her ass every time she moved. She tightened her butt and the valley between her cheeks tightened into a crushing line before relaxing again.
She held him there, forcing him to stare at the firm, round bubbles of her ass cheeks as her other hand slide down to the waistband beneath her. She struggled with the tight fabric, working it down inch by inch. And Damian watched. Bit by bit, moment by maddening moment, the red and black pants rolled down her hips and the twin swells of her creamy ass poked into view.
Damian did not struggle. He wanted to, but his body just could not seem to process the fate that she was threatening him with. No underwear separated Damian from her enormous glutes. Three quarters of the way down her hips, Harley was running out of patience. Her hand slid from her pants up to grip one firm, round cheek. She tugged slightly, spreading her cheeks until the tight pink star of her asshole was exposed. Damian's mouth hung open now as the tight muscle puckered and tightened and then relaxed. It was an enormous one eyed monster that wanted to swallow him whole.
"N... N... NO!"
The scream ripped from Damian's lips. He had been shrunk, punched, threatened and almost smothered. He was NOT getting shoved up this two-bit criminal's ass! He yanked his arms free just as she started to sweep him towards her tight rosette. The curve of her cheeks slid past on either side of him and the rest of her body disappeared as her ass seemed to blot out the rest of the world. Damian threw out his hands against the crazy bitch's ass but her wrist was stronger than his entire body and an instant later, his arms gave out. His face pressed right against Harley's puckered hole. The pressure was incredible and Damian could feel the tight opening beginning to yield near the top of his head. His fists hammered against her soft skin but she only moaned and pressed harder until the top of his head started to sink past the ring of muscle and into her fleshy bowels.
"My my... started without me, huh? Guess I'm here just in time." Chuckles gruff voice said from the doorway. He stood there, smirking and rubbing his crotch through his clown costume.
Damian got once last glance of Harley's pink asshole squeezing tight again before he was dumped unceremoniously across her pillow. She howled in rage that only got worse as she tried to yank her pants back up into place. One ass cheek still half hung out of her pants as she pushed back to her feet and stomped over to her henchman. He stood there, smirking confidently as Harley reached for her mallet and the smirk remained plastered on his face right up until she connected it with the side of his face and a tiny, shrunken Chuckles tumbled to the floor at Harley's feet.
"That's right, dumb ass. You're just in time for the real fun to begin!" she stormed down at him.
"Mmm... You're so BIG Damian. You're even bigger than Batman! You're just like Batman in every way except your even better and smarter and stronger and faster than him!"
Damian smirked and slid a hand down and gripped the base of his cock. Harley moaned as she slid between his legs; her eyes full of the same adoration that she had once felt for Joker. Her falsetto voice started cooing at him again but Damian was done with her simpering worship. He reached forward and tugged her mouth down over his rigid cock. The clown moaned as her tongue swirled around his impressive girth. After a moment she pulled back off his dick with a wet 'pop'.
"I don't care how low on funds we're getting, ya blockhead! I'm busy tonight and I don't wanna be disturbed!"
The throaty purr was gone now; she sounded annoyed. Somewhere a door slammed and the entire world seemed to tremble as Damian woke up.
"No!"
Damian was on his feet in a flash. A sea of fabric stretched out in every direction: bedsheets. He spun around, soaking the room in; the sheer scale gave him a sense of vertigo and he stumbled back down to the mattress. He was in the middle of an enormous unmade bed. The walls looked like sheet metal draped with blankets and old rugs; obviously some sort of industrial warehouse that Harley had appropriated as a hideout. The walls stretched up and then stopped, leaving the ceiling open to the rest of the building. Far above him, he could see a row of dingy skylights. The room itself HAD to be Harley's. The Joker's face grinned out at him from a dozen places, many covered in bright red lip prints as if she could not resist planting a kiss each time she passed. A bureau against one wall looked like it had violently regurgitated a few dozen bras which now hung haphazardly from its open drawers. Two old lamps cast long shadows around the room. A single door past the foot of the bed looked heavy and imposing. And the bed; her scent was everywhere. It clung to the sheets and it clung to him; just another one of her possessions now.
A shake of his head cleared some of the cobwebs from his thoughts. He was still less than three inches tall but he had not been smothered between that crazy woman's tits. He could still remember the growing panic as he had thrashed and fought against the smooth, yielding walls only to have them press in tighter around him each time. The heat and the still air had made his fleshy tomb into a sweltering bubble as if he had been literally swallowed by her breasts. He remembered the panic fading slightly as his energy had faded until finally... Damian scowled. Batman would never have passed out between some bimbo's boobs and HE certainly should not have either!
Beyond one wall, he could hear voices arguing; Harley and her goons. It took a moment but Damian realized quickly that him chasing her had obviously interrupted what should have been an illegal boost to their cash flow.
"No... No no no! I don't care! Listen to me, chumps! I'm not running a daycare, I'm running a gang of thugs and thugs GET PAID. That means that you'll get paid too! So stuff it!"
The voices grumbled but nobody seemed inclined to argue. A moment later, Harley's heels began clicking against the concrete floor, circling the room, heading towards the door. The doorknob wobbled but a gruff male voice spoke suddenly.
"Hey Harley."
Damian heard Harley sigh in irritation.
"What is it Chuckles? I don't have any money for you either."
"That's not what I want and you know it, girl! When you gonna let me have a go and that sweet turd cutter of yours! Da Boss ain't been seen in months. I'm just saying... nothing helps you get over the last mistake, like the next one."
"You wish, Chuckles. Mistah J is going to come back and--Mmmph"
A body pressed up against the door and for a moment there was silence until a slap rang out.
"And another one for you if I even SEE that tongue again, Chuckles! Bleck!"
"You know you loved it!"
Damian dove under a clump of blankets just as Harley kicked the door open and stomped in. She still had on the tight corset and skin-tight leather pants from earlier. The smooth expanse of her belly was bare and the round curve of her ass was so perfect that it looked sculpted. A hulking man in a clown mask stood for a moment in the doorway before she kicked the door closed again.
"Jackass," she glowered, hurling two middle fingers towards the door.
Damian squirmed further beneath the covers just before she turned back towards the bed. Her heels clicked again, growing closer. An enormous shadow fell across the blanket he hid beneath and a moment later, the world trembled and shook as Harley launched herself backwards onto the bed. He bounced and shook like he was trapped in an earthquake but Harley just let out a soft, relaxed sigh as she spread out across the middle of the mattress.
"Mmm... nothing like crawling into bed after a busy day. Which... reminds me. Where's my new little toy? Hmm? Ma Ma wants to see her little man. Hee hee... Little."
An arm crashed down to his left, crushing the bedding and cutting off his escape. It lifted away again and Damian just barely rolled clear before it crashed down directly where he had just been. It lifted away after a moment.
"Hee hee. I can't blame you toy. I had two orgasms just riding home while you were pressed against me. Now I think its time for something a little more... adventurous! Ever go spelunking?"
This time her hand dove directly beneath the covers. He dove to the side but her hand was too big and too fast. Her slender fingers wrapped around him and squeezed until he stopped struggling before yanking him free of the blankets.
"There you are! You must have been having fun too! You were a little tuckered out when we got here. Hee hee. Mmm... but now we're both ready for round two! I'll give you a hint where you're going... it ALSO involves 'number two'! "
Harley giggled at the horrified look Damian shot her and then slid him down along her incredible body. The hills of her breasts swept past into the flat plane of her stomach and then the leather clad mound of her cunt. She gave him an encouraging wink like she was about to push him on stage to perform and then raised her legs up into the air. A tilt of her wrist put him directly in front of the biggest ass Damian could even imagine.
"Oh please, no..."
The tight leather conformed to her curves like a second skin, following the swells and jiggles of her ass every time she moved. She tightened her butt and the valley between her cheeks tightened into a crushing line before relaxing again.
She held him there, forcing him to stare at the firm, round bubbles of her ass cheeks as her other hand slide down to the waistband beneath her. She struggled with the tight fabric, working it down inch by inch. And Damian watched. Bit by bit, moment by maddening moment, the red and black pants rolled down her hips and the twin swells of her creamy ass poked into view.
Damian did not struggle. He wanted to, but his body just could not seem to process the fate that she was threatening him with. No underwear separated Damian from her enormous glutes. Three quarters of the way down her hips, Harley was running out of patience. Her hand slid from her pants up to grip one firm, round cheek. She tugged slightly, spreading her cheeks until the tight pink star of her asshole was exposed. Damian's mouth hung open now as the tight muscle puckered and tightened and then relaxed. It was an enormous one eyed monster that wanted to swallow him whole.
"N... N... NO!"
The scream ripped from Damian's lips. He had been shrunk, punched, threatened and almost smothered. He was NOT getting shoved up this two-bit criminal's ass! He yanked his arms free just as she started to sweep him towards her tight rosette. The curve of her cheeks slid past on either side of him and the rest of her body disappeared as her ass seemed to blot out the rest of the world. Damian threw out his hands against the crazy bitch's ass but her wrist was stronger than his entire body and an instant later, his arms gave out. His face pressed right against Harley's puckered hole. The pressure was incredible and Damian could feel the tight opening beginning to yield near the top of his head. His fists hammered against her soft skin but she only moaned and pressed harder until the top of his head started to sink past the ring of muscle and into her fleshy bowels.
"My my... started without me, huh? Guess I'm here just in time." Chuckles gruff voice said from the doorway. He stood there, smirking and rubbing his crotch through his clown costume.
Damian got once last glance of Harley's pink asshole squeezing tight again before he was dumped unceremoniously across her pillow. She howled in rage that only got worse as she tried to yank her pants back up into place. One ass cheek still half hung out of her pants as she pushed back to her feet and stomped over to her henchman. He stood there, smirking confidently as Harley reached for her mallet and the smirk remained plastered on his face right up until she connected it with the side of his face and a tiny, shrunken Chuckles tumbled to the floor at Harley's feet.
"That's right, dumb ass. You're just in time for the real fun to begin!" she stormed down at him.
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