Harley Is Still In The Game
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“Well ain’t this an interesting development,” Harley gleefully whispered to herself as she crouched in the back of her cell above her recently shrunken henchman. He stared back at her in a daze, his tiny mind trying to understand why his boss had gotten so huge. As Harley gave him a toothy grin, he decided how or what was going on didn’t matter as he started to scream in terror. His once manly wails of fear were high pitched squeaks to Harley’s ears, kind of cute but more annoying, especially with the cops just outside her cell. Not wanting them to notice her new trick, Harley grabbed the tiny goon in her fist.
“Sssshhh!” She hissed with her finger pressed against her pursed lips. The goon just went pale and started crying, showing just as much bravery as Chuckles. Knowing she had to do something fast, Harley considered stashing the guy in her hair, or tossing him in the toilet or just holding him behind her back until she escaped. Then it occurred to her that there was something much simpler she could do. Without a second thought, she tossed the goon into her open mouth and snapped her jaws closed. The goon responded to being stuffed in the hot, slimy maw by kicking and punching everything in sight, scrambling around the slippery cavern like orifice from cheek to cheek. Harley giggled as he flailed around in her mouth like a chicken without her head. She loved it when these tiny guys gave her a fight.
“Quinn! What are you doing back there!” the bars rattled as the beat cop watching her struck the cell with his nightstick. Officer Montoya remained where she was, watching this all from a desk with a bored expression on her face. She didn’t like babysitting the freaks while the other officers were out doing something important. The guy with her, whose name she didn’t even remember, was new and trying to show off how tough he was. Hopefully, he wouldn’t get a big head because in Gotham guys like the Joker or Riddler took out cops with overinflated egos.
Sighing, Harley ran her tongue over the goon freaking out in her mouth before swallowing him down fast. She wanted to mess with him some more, maybe see if she could suck the flavor off him, but sadly she had to focus on escaping. He did give a good fight going down, making Harley shudder as she felt him struggling as he slipped down her throat. She was already getting horny again after eating the goon and could feel her nipples cutting into her top. Fighting down the pleasant sensation, Harley focused on the situation at hand. Later she could play with herself any hopefully a very naughty cat that she was going to find as many ways as possible to skin.
“There’s no problem here,” Harley said and then looked down at herself. Someone had slipped her into an ugly orange set of clothing, no doubt taking a feel as they did it. With her hair a mess, dried sweat covering every inch of her naked body and a black eye, she was not looking her best, so seducing the guard was out. She needed a new way out and her mind went to her sweet little birdy and what he might do to escape. After swooning for a second as she thought of her special little guy, an idea came to her. “I mean, OOWW!!! My fricken tooth hurts!”
“What are you talking about, Quinn?” Montoya asked as she got up to see what was going on. She joined the beat cop in front of the cell, peering in carefully, with her hand already on the butt of her gun. Harley remained in the corner of her cage, now holding the side of her face below the black eye. “It’s my tooth! It hurts so much! I think that mean old puddy cat may have cracked one of my teeth! I need someone to come and look at it.”
Pretending to be injured, it was just the kind of escape plan her little butt love would try to pull if her goons captured him. Speaking of which, the other goon in the cell had seen everything she did to his fellow henchman. Out of sight of the cops, she winked at him as he stared back in confusion and shock. She continued to whine and whimper, muttering about lawyers, lawsuits and inhumane conditions until she heard the cell door open. Looking warily at her, Montoya and the other cop stepped into the prison cell, both ready to pull out their guns on the dangerous criminal. “Okay Harley, let's see your tooth but I swear if this is a trick you’re going to regret it.”
“I swear I’m not lying. Come on, take a look?” Harley turned around and opened wide, her jaw dropping as far as she could manage. The beat cop took out his flashlight, trying to get a close look inside the henchwoman’s gaping mouth. He leaned in closer; just close enough for Harley to land a single punch on his chin. He dropped down to the floor a couple inches tall instantly.
“I warned you, Quinn!” Montoya drew her gun, but Harley was too fast. Dashing forward, his buried her fist in the officer’s gut. She was sent stumbling backward even as she shrunk down to only a few inches tall. Harley caught her breath, as she stood tall, the only two people preventing her escape incapacitated with her cell door still wide open. Harley’s remaining goon walked up towards her, slapping her on the back.
“You did it, boss! You did it!” He crowed, laughing happily as he moved to get out before Harley did. Harley stared at the back of his head for a second, her lips forming a thin line as she thought about something. Her hand lashed out, striking the back of the goon’s head lightly. She called out a quick “Boop” as her fist connected and once again someone shrunk before the crazed woman. Placing her hands on her hips, Harley shook her head down at her latest size reduced henchman.
“That was for letting yourself get caught like a dingus,” Harley reprimanded, ignoring how she had gotten taken down with her pants down as well. Ignoring the miniaturized goon, she turned back to the beat cop that had been peering into her mouth. He was still standing there, holding his flashlight to his chest as he stared up at the giant mad woman in absolute terror. Plucking him up, Harley dangled him in front of her face to look him over. Young, kind of cute but too scared to even scream. That was no fun, she wanted screaming, crying, wiggling around for her enjoyment. Was it so hard to find someone that could beg or swear at her as she held them in her hand?
“Sssshhh!” She hissed with her finger pressed against her pursed lips. The goon just went pale and started crying, showing just as much bravery as Chuckles. Knowing she had to do something fast, Harley considered stashing the guy in her hair, or tossing him in the toilet or just holding him behind her back until she escaped. Then it occurred to her that there was something much simpler she could do. Without a second thought, she tossed the goon into her open mouth and snapped her jaws closed. The goon responded to being stuffed in the hot, slimy maw by kicking and punching everything in sight, scrambling around the slippery cavern like orifice from cheek to cheek. Harley giggled as he flailed around in her mouth like a chicken without her head. She loved it when these tiny guys gave her a fight.
“Quinn! What are you doing back there!” the bars rattled as the beat cop watching her struck the cell with his nightstick. Officer Montoya remained where she was, watching this all from a desk with a bored expression on her face. She didn’t like babysitting the freaks while the other officers were out doing something important. The guy with her, whose name she didn’t even remember, was new and trying to show off how tough he was. Hopefully, he wouldn’t get a big head because in Gotham guys like the Joker or Riddler took out cops with overinflated egos.
Sighing, Harley ran her tongue over the goon freaking out in her mouth before swallowing him down fast. She wanted to mess with him some more, maybe see if she could suck the flavor off him, but sadly she had to focus on escaping. He did give a good fight going down, making Harley shudder as she felt him struggling as he slipped down her throat. She was already getting horny again after eating the goon and could feel her nipples cutting into her top. Fighting down the pleasant sensation, Harley focused on the situation at hand. Later she could play with herself any hopefully a very naughty cat that she was going to find as many ways as possible to skin.
“There’s no problem here,” Harley said and then looked down at herself. Someone had slipped her into an ugly orange set of clothing, no doubt taking a feel as they did it. With her hair a mess, dried sweat covering every inch of her naked body and a black eye, she was not looking her best, so seducing the guard was out. She needed a new way out and her mind went to her sweet little birdy and what he might do to escape. After swooning for a second as she thought of her special little guy, an idea came to her. “I mean, OOWW!!! My fricken tooth hurts!”
“What are you talking about, Quinn?” Montoya asked as she got up to see what was going on. She joined the beat cop in front of the cell, peering in carefully, with her hand already on the butt of her gun. Harley remained in the corner of her cage, now holding the side of her face below the black eye. “It’s my tooth! It hurts so much! I think that mean old puddy cat may have cracked one of my teeth! I need someone to come and look at it.”
Pretending to be injured, it was just the kind of escape plan her little butt love would try to pull if her goons captured him. Speaking of which, the other goon in the cell had seen everything she did to his fellow henchman. Out of sight of the cops, she winked at him as he stared back in confusion and shock. She continued to whine and whimper, muttering about lawyers, lawsuits and inhumane conditions until she heard the cell door open. Looking warily at her, Montoya and the other cop stepped into the prison cell, both ready to pull out their guns on the dangerous criminal. “Okay Harley, let's see your tooth but I swear if this is a trick you’re going to regret it.”
“I swear I’m not lying. Come on, take a look?” Harley turned around and opened wide, her jaw dropping as far as she could manage. The beat cop took out his flashlight, trying to get a close look inside the henchwoman’s gaping mouth. He leaned in closer; just close enough for Harley to land a single punch on his chin. He dropped down to the floor a couple inches tall instantly.
“I warned you, Quinn!” Montoya drew her gun, but Harley was too fast. Dashing forward, his buried her fist in the officer’s gut. She was sent stumbling backward even as she shrunk down to only a few inches tall. Harley caught her breath, as she stood tall, the only two people preventing her escape incapacitated with her cell door still wide open. Harley’s remaining goon walked up towards her, slapping her on the back.
“You did it, boss! You did it!” He crowed, laughing happily as he moved to get out before Harley did. Harley stared at the back of his head for a second, her lips forming a thin line as she thought about something. Her hand lashed out, striking the back of the goon’s head lightly. She called out a quick “Boop” as her fist connected and once again someone shrunk before the crazed woman. Placing her hands on her hips, Harley shook her head down at her latest size reduced henchman.
“That was for letting yourself get caught like a dingus,” Harley reprimanded, ignoring how she had gotten taken down with her pants down as well. Ignoring the miniaturized goon, she turned back to the beat cop that had been peering into her mouth. He was still standing there, holding his flashlight to his chest as he stared up at the giant mad woman in absolute terror. Plucking him up, Harley dangled him in front of her face to look him over. Young, kind of cute but too scared to even scream. That was no fun, she wanted screaming, crying, wiggling around for her enjoyment. Was it so hard to find someone that could beg or swear at her as she held them in her hand?
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