Harley's Snack
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Harley gazed down at the shrunken henchman with a frown, not at all happy that her fun time with her bird boy had been interrupted. Her Mr. J usually took out annoying henchmen like the now tiny Chuckles quickly, but he hadn’t been around lately, much to Harley’s disappointment, to keep the dimwitted help in line. It looked like it was up to her to do the dirty work, not that she really minded. She considered herself the perfect housekeeper for the gang; she cleaned, cooked and took out the trash. She wasn’t just a pretty face after all.
“Now what to do with you? I guess I could step on you or toss you to my babies. They love little critters to chomp down on,” Harley muttered to herself, referring to her rabid hyena pets. Those nasty bastards ate everything she threw at them; they’d tear Chuckles to bits before devouring him. The poor henchman screamed hysterically at the threat, his tiny body trembling as he dropped to his knees at Harley’s feet. Giggling at how pathetic he looked, it reminded the pigtailed criminal why some pets were worth keeping and others weren’t. Her sweetie Robin was still fighting her like a champ; unlike this useless sack of crap that looked ready to piss himself after a minute of being shrunken down. He wasn’t even worth threatening.
“Forget it, my babies can have their kibble. After putting up with all your crap Chuckles, I deserve a snack right now.” Plucking the shrunken thug up off the ground, Harley listened to him beg for his life as he hung hundreds of feet above the ground. She rolled her eyes at his pathetic whimpering, getting more and more annoyed as he pleaded for his life until she had enough. Without a word, she opened her mouth and tossed him in like he was nothing. Chuckles flew through the air, arms and legs kicking madly as he screamed as he vanished past the full, glossy lips of his boss. Harley closed her mouth the second he landed on her tongue, moving him to her cheek as he ineffectively squirmed in absolute terror within the fleshy space on the side of Harley’s mouth. She turned back to her bed and her real prize, the much braver, cuter pet that she had been about to send up her tight bottom. Not to surprise, the little bird was scrambling to escape her bed.
“Honestly, with the way you’re always trying to bail a girl is going to start thinking you don’t like her,” Harley complained, Chuckles slipping around her mouth nearly getting bitten in half as she spoke. Calmly, she walked towards the bed and snatched up Robin in her fine, thin fingers just before he could jump off the side of the bed. Damian growled and pushed again Harley’s fingers, refusing to do nothing as he was fed up her pink, puckered asshole. He had been so focused on escaping the villain that he hadn’t even been paying attention to what she was doing to the henchman that interrupted them. As he was brought back up to her face, Harley smiled gleefully at him. Through the small gaps in her teeth, Robin saw a man his size desperately trying to push his arms through the tiny opening. The sight of another shrunken person trapped in the crazy woman’s mouth made Robin stop squirming and he went pale.
“What’s wrong, tweedy bird? You looked ready to start swearing again about how dumb big Harley is. Cat got your tongue.” Damian watched the giantess’s mouth move, following Chuckles as he bounced around on her tongue, his wails covered up by the booming, accented voice of the beautiful criminal. Seeing her so casually stuff a person in her mouth was terrifying, especially because Robin had been close to that very slobbery maw. He said nothing as the thug laid on his back, panting heavily as saliva covered his entire body. Damian finally looked away, his gaze meeting Harley’s curious stare.
“I think I get why you’re giving me the silent treatment. You're jealous I’m playing with Chuckles right now instead of playing with you. Don’t worry about him, he means nothing to me,” Harley reassured Damien, who could only dumbly stare back at her. The poor man in her mouth gave a final muffled scream as the tongue tilted up under him. His cries were completely cut off as he slammed into the roof of Harley’s mouth, nearly passing out on impact. He didn’t even notice the crazed Harlequin was swallowing until he was forced down her gullet. Damien certainly noticed as he heard the loud gulp sound from within the immense criminal and watched a small, oddly shaped lump slip down her long elegant throat. With that, Chuckles was gone and Damian was once again alone with the psycho blonde.
“There! All gone! Now, where were we?” Harley said after smacking her pouty lips in enjoyment of her small snack. Chuckles had been tasty but her little birdy was so much sweeter. If things didn’t pan out with him living up her rump, she had another place she could send him that was a lot more permanent. Harley loved keeping her options open.
“You stay away from me! You monster! You bimbo monster!” Damien snarled as he stared into the giant, cheerful eyes. Seeing how casually Harley had swallowed her own henchman had shaken the usually arrogant Robin. He had been so focused on avoiding his fate as her anal toy he had forgotten how easily those succulent, pouty lips could do him in. He struggled and snarled as he fought to break free of her grasp, prying one of his arms up and hitting her clenched hand. Harley just watched him, smiling and giggling at his puny struggling. “There we go! That’s the spunky sidekick I love to torment so much. I hope you have that much fight in you when you're deep up my butt like a good hamster boy.”
“Fuck you! I’ll never be a pet to a stupid, crazy, ugly slut like you!” Damien screamed loudly while staring Harley right in the eyes. He was scared but refused to back down. If this bitch was going to eat him he was going to be cursing her out until he hit her stomach. Those last comments seemed to affect Harley as she stopped giggling and narrowed her eyes on the young, shrunken boy. Her grip tightened and, even though he would go to his grave denying it, Damien let out a startled squeak. She brought him right up to her eyes, close enough that he saw his reflection in her iris.
“Who are you calling ugly, pipsqueak? I’ve noticed you checking out my bod so don’t pretend that you don’t want a piece of me. I certainly felt something jabbing into my boobies when you were riding in my cleavage and it wasn’t a Batarang,” Harley teased, her pinkie stroking Damien’s waist near his crotch. The boy sputtered and then screamed back, “Your delusional, Quinn! Killer Croc is better looking than you! I’d never be attracted to Joker’s leftovers.”
“You!” Harley glowered, her cheeks puffing out as she glared at Robin. The boy knew he was being stupid, suicidally stupid, insulting someone that had just devoured someone. However, it would be a cold day in Hell before Damien Wayne backed down. Harley kept glaring at him until her expression softened and she was smiling again. Instead of feeling relief that his capture was no longer angry, Damien swallowed nervously. A smiling Harley Quinn was not a good thing.
“Now what to do with you? I guess I could step on you or toss you to my babies. They love little critters to chomp down on,” Harley muttered to herself, referring to her rabid hyena pets. Those nasty bastards ate everything she threw at them; they’d tear Chuckles to bits before devouring him. The poor henchman screamed hysterically at the threat, his tiny body trembling as he dropped to his knees at Harley’s feet. Giggling at how pathetic he looked, it reminded the pigtailed criminal why some pets were worth keeping and others weren’t. Her sweetie Robin was still fighting her like a champ; unlike this useless sack of crap that looked ready to piss himself after a minute of being shrunken down. He wasn’t even worth threatening.
“Forget it, my babies can have their kibble. After putting up with all your crap Chuckles, I deserve a snack right now.” Plucking the shrunken thug up off the ground, Harley listened to him beg for his life as he hung hundreds of feet above the ground. She rolled her eyes at his pathetic whimpering, getting more and more annoyed as he pleaded for his life until she had enough. Without a word, she opened her mouth and tossed him in like he was nothing. Chuckles flew through the air, arms and legs kicking madly as he screamed as he vanished past the full, glossy lips of his boss. Harley closed her mouth the second he landed on her tongue, moving him to her cheek as he ineffectively squirmed in absolute terror within the fleshy space on the side of Harley’s mouth. She turned back to her bed and her real prize, the much braver, cuter pet that she had been about to send up her tight bottom. Not to surprise, the little bird was scrambling to escape her bed.
“Honestly, with the way you’re always trying to bail a girl is going to start thinking you don’t like her,” Harley complained, Chuckles slipping around her mouth nearly getting bitten in half as she spoke. Calmly, she walked towards the bed and snatched up Robin in her fine, thin fingers just before he could jump off the side of the bed. Damian growled and pushed again Harley’s fingers, refusing to do nothing as he was fed up her pink, puckered asshole. He had been so focused on escaping the villain that he hadn’t even been paying attention to what she was doing to the henchman that interrupted them. As he was brought back up to her face, Harley smiled gleefully at him. Through the small gaps in her teeth, Robin saw a man his size desperately trying to push his arms through the tiny opening. The sight of another shrunken person trapped in the crazy woman’s mouth made Robin stop squirming and he went pale.
“What’s wrong, tweedy bird? You looked ready to start swearing again about how dumb big Harley is. Cat got your tongue.” Damian watched the giantess’s mouth move, following Chuckles as he bounced around on her tongue, his wails covered up by the booming, accented voice of the beautiful criminal. Seeing her so casually stuff a person in her mouth was terrifying, especially because Robin had been close to that very slobbery maw. He said nothing as the thug laid on his back, panting heavily as saliva covered his entire body. Damian finally looked away, his gaze meeting Harley’s curious stare.
“I think I get why you’re giving me the silent treatment. You're jealous I’m playing with Chuckles right now instead of playing with you. Don’t worry about him, he means nothing to me,” Harley reassured Damien, who could only dumbly stare back at her. The poor man in her mouth gave a final muffled scream as the tongue tilted up under him. His cries were completely cut off as he slammed into the roof of Harley’s mouth, nearly passing out on impact. He didn’t even notice the crazed Harlequin was swallowing until he was forced down her gullet. Damien certainly noticed as he heard the loud gulp sound from within the immense criminal and watched a small, oddly shaped lump slip down her long elegant throat. With that, Chuckles was gone and Damian was once again alone with the psycho blonde.
“There! All gone! Now, where were we?” Harley said after smacking her pouty lips in enjoyment of her small snack. Chuckles had been tasty but her little birdy was so much sweeter. If things didn’t pan out with him living up her rump, she had another place she could send him that was a lot more permanent. Harley loved keeping her options open.
“You stay away from me! You monster! You bimbo monster!” Damien snarled as he stared into the giant, cheerful eyes. Seeing how casually Harley had swallowed her own henchman had shaken the usually arrogant Robin. He had been so focused on avoiding his fate as her anal toy he had forgotten how easily those succulent, pouty lips could do him in. He struggled and snarled as he fought to break free of her grasp, prying one of his arms up and hitting her clenched hand. Harley just watched him, smiling and giggling at his puny struggling. “There we go! That’s the spunky sidekick I love to torment so much. I hope you have that much fight in you when you're deep up my butt like a good hamster boy.”
“Fuck you! I’ll never be a pet to a stupid, crazy, ugly slut like you!” Damien screamed loudly while staring Harley right in the eyes. He was scared but refused to back down. If this bitch was going to eat him he was going to be cursing her out until he hit her stomach. Those last comments seemed to affect Harley as she stopped giggling and narrowed her eyes on the young, shrunken boy. Her grip tightened and, even though he would go to his grave denying it, Damien let out a startled squeak. She brought him right up to her eyes, close enough that he saw his reflection in her iris.
“Who are you calling ugly, pipsqueak? I’ve noticed you checking out my bod so don’t pretend that you don’t want a piece of me. I certainly felt something jabbing into my boobies when you were riding in my cleavage and it wasn’t a Batarang,” Harley teased, her pinkie stroking Damien’s waist near his crotch. The boy sputtered and then screamed back, “Your delusional, Quinn! Killer Croc is better looking than you! I’d never be attracted to Joker’s leftovers.”
“You!” Harley glowered, her cheeks puffing out as she glared at Robin. The boy knew he was being stupid, suicidally stupid, insulting someone that had just devoured someone. However, it would be a cold day in Hell before Damien Wayne backed down. Harley kept glaring at him until her expression softened and she was smiling again. Instead of feeling relief that his capture was no longer angry, Damien swallowed nervously. A smiling Harley Quinn was not a good thing.
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