No one fails, Harley. Six mini goons coming up!
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
Harley Quinn's stomach made the decision for her. She pressed a hand over the rumbling turmoil beneath her navel. She could feel them, struggling and fighting for every moment to survive. Three grown men hammered at the glistening walls of her stomach, desperate for escape. They would find a way out eventually, Harley thought, the same way all food eventually escaped her stomach. A lump rushed up her slender throat and she pressed two fingers to her lips to muffle the belch as the hot hair poured across her tongue. ~Brarp~ A smirk was tugging at her lips and she rocked her hips from left to right to give her sloshy passengers a quick shake, and was immediately rewarded with a fresh wave of fluttering movement.
She was wet again. She could not help it really, what was a girl to do when big, fit, virile men were completely helpless before her. Some women preferred the sweet, funny or thoughtful men, but not Harley. She liked them strong and rough and ready to show her exactly what they thought about her. She knew she should hate how powerless she made these men but it was impossible to ignore the way every flutter in her belly would mirror in her pussy. The jail cell swam slightly around her and she pressed her back against the hard brick wall as she snaked a hand down across her stomach and then lower.
The was nothing alluring about the orange prison garb that 'they' had dressed her in. A short sleeve shirt, loose matching pants and a pair of shoes that were not much better than hospital booties. They held none of the attitude and panache of her tights or her leather, the way they would cling to her every curve like they needed her the way she needed Joker. She did not feel herself out of those clothes, except for right now as she slid two fingers into an already slick cunt. Her pussy squeezed, muscles contracting around her teasing fingertips, eager for the friction and she let out a throaty moan. "Mmmmm..."
"You hear that?" One of her retarded charges blurted out immediately. "I think I heard 'Arley. Those pigs musta knocked her out. I told you's we shoulda gone to work for Riddler. She's practically useless!"
"I don't know. I could think of a couple of uses for her," another voice added with a chuckle.
Harley rolled her eyes and pulled her fingers free with a disappointed sigh. She thrust her hand down into the pocket that still held the struggling Renee Montoya and wiped the extra moisture clean on the tiny officer's perfect little uniform. Montoya howled in humiliation that sounded to Harley like little more than an angry squeak. She closed her index finger and thumb around Montoya's tiny waist and she yanked her into the light, Harley's smirk widening as she saw the glistening smear across Montoya's face and the dark stain across her chest. The little Latina hissed in rage at her and beat and clawed at Harley's fingers with everything she had in her and it only made Harley grin wider.
"I know, I know. Solidarity. Ya wanna join your little buddy. And you will!" Harley breathed the words, never loosing her grin. It seemed impossible to her but somehow she knew her skin was softer after her fun time with Chuckles; silkier, like her body had somehow absorbed all the best parts of that moron. Her ass too! It was not bigger exactly, her adorable little Robin had not merely become a spot of fat on one cheek. Somehow, her ass seemed rounder; as if she had spent a month working out to shape it better. Harley doubted that anybody would notice any of these changes besides herself, but she was certain it was true. As she gazed down at the pint-sized police officer, she could not help but wonder what part of Harley's body she would eventually improve. First things, first. "But I got something to take care of before that. And you're going to help me sell it. Ready?"
"Fuck you!" the beautiful amber skinned woman spit. Harley only grinned and then pressed herself up against the wall separating her cell from the one holding the rest of her goons and thrust Montoya out into their view.
"HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M TINY AND TOO ADORABLE TO LIVE!" Harley's voice squealed as she rocked Montoya violently back and forth like a rag doll. Montoya hurled insults and curses but clung to Harley's fingers in obvious terror. A thrill ran down Harley spine as she watched her newest pet fight with everything she had and she could not help but blow a kiss at the furious and frightened Latina.
There were shocked gasps from just around the corner as her help goggled at their tiny jailer. Harley swung around the edge of the wall into her henchmens' view with a big, toothy grin. She leaned against the wall, watching them through the bars. The hulking Goliath in the back as usual. Stripy, Boffo, Porno, and Boner pressed up against the bars, each trying to see past the other and eye her new toy as she shoved the spicy cop'acita back into her pocket. Her head craned slightly to search for her last victim; sure enough Ploop squatted in a corner, the only one who looked too bored or hungover to care.
"Jailbreak, boys! But we gotta be smart about this one, see? Only one of us is walking out of here but I'll be taking all of you... with me!" Harley could not help but giggle at her clever double meaning. "Why... You could say that I've got a warm, wet cell all set aside for you." She giggled again. "I'd even go so far as to say that you're going to be my lunch!" She continued with another giggle before she realized that could only be taken one way. She shook her head and stepped forward with the key.
::::34 ACTION-PACKED SECOND LATER::::
Harley's chest heaved as she panted softly, her bright eyes sliding from one awestruck henchman to the next. Tiny mouths hanging open like little baby birds looking up at their mama. A single step and she could wipe any one of them out of existence, she was a god to them! It was a heady feeling and that mixed with the frantic struggles behind her navel were bringing a flush to her cheeks and a sinister twinkle to her eyes again.
Her eyes played across them as she tried to choose her first treat before settling quickly on Goliath. He had been so big and bulgy with muscles that it was almost a shame to have him now palm sized but he was the only one she was truly afraid might resist. Now that same thought came as a hope that he would fight and struggle the same way Montoya STILL was in her pocket! Porno let out an adorable yelp as she bent forward and wrapped her fingers around Goliath.
In her regular clothes, she might have still found a way to savor her little strongman, but the loose prison garb would never keep him pinned against her cunt the way she wanted. "Shame," she breathed as she slid her free hand down the front of her pants. Below her, a couple of her toys snickered as she slid two fingers into her cunt. "I bet you would have struggled so good too."
Her tummy gurgled as the three figures fighting behind her navel thrashed again. Goliath's broad grin faltered as his eyes dropped to the front of her uniform. She could almost see the wheels turning behind his tiny eyes and her own grin widened. A shiver ran down her spine, causing goosebumps to rise along her skin and her mouth started to water. In a moment, he was going to be inside her as the newest member of the Cult of Harley's Stomach and like all the really fun cults, there was only one way out.
She was wet again. She could not help it really, what was a girl to do when big, fit, virile men were completely helpless before her. Some women preferred the sweet, funny or thoughtful men, but not Harley. She liked them strong and rough and ready to show her exactly what they thought about her. She knew she should hate how powerless she made these men but it was impossible to ignore the way every flutter in her belly would mirror in her pussy. The jail cell swam slightly around her and she pressed her back against the hard brick wall as she snaked a hand down across her stomach and then lower.
The was nothing alluring about the orange prison garb that 'they' had dressed her in. A short sleeve shirt, loose matching pants and a pair of shoes that were not much better than hospital booties. They held none of the attitude and panache of her tights or her leather, the way they would cling to her every curve like they needed her the way she needed Joker. She did not feel herself out of those clothes, except for right now as she slid two fingers into an already slick cunt. Her pussy squeezed, muscles contracting around her teasing fingertips, eager for the friction and she let out a throaty moan. "Mmmmm..."
"You hear that?" One of her retarded charges blurted out immediately. "I think I heard 'Arley. Those pigs musta knocked her out. I told you's we shoulda gone to work for Riddler. She's practically useless!"
"I don't know. I could think of a couple of uses for her," another voice added with a chuckle.
Harley rolled her eyes and pulled her fingers free with a disappointed sigh. She thrust her hand down into the pocket that still held the struggling Renee Montoya and wiped the extra moisture clean on the tiny officer's perfect little uniform. Montoya howled in humiliation that sounded to Harley like little more than an angry squeak. She closed her index finger and thumb around Montoya's tiny waist and she yanked her into the light, Harley's smirk widening as she saw the glistening smear across Montoya's face and the dark stain across her chest. The little Latina hissed in rage at her and beat and clawed at Harley's fingers with everything she had in her and it only made Harley grin wider.
"I know, I know. Solidarity. Ya wanna join your little buddy. And you will!" Harley breathed the words, never loosing her grin. It seemed impossible to her but somehow she knew her skin was softer after her fun time with Chuckles; silkier, like her body had somehow absorbed all the best parts of that moron. Her ass too! It was not bigger exactly, her adorable little Robin had not merely become a spot of fat on one cheek. Somehow, her ass seemed rounder; as if she had spent a month working out to shape it better. Harley doubted that anybody would notice any of these changes besides herself, but she was certain it was true. As she gazed down at the pint-sized police officer, she could not help but wonder what part of Harley's body she would eventually improve. First things, first. "But I got something to take care of before that. And you're going to help me sell it. Ready?"
"Fuck you!" the beautiful amber skinned woman spit. Harley only grinned and then pressed herself up against the wall separating her cell from the one holding the rest of her goons and thrust Montoya out into their view.
"HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M TINY AND TOO ADORABLE TO LIVE!" Harley's voice squealed as she rocked Montoya violently back and forth like a rag doll. Montoya hurled insults and curses but clung to Harley's fingers in obvious terror. A thrill ran down Harley spine as she watched her newest pet fight with everything she had and she could not help but blow a kiss at the furious and frightened Latina.
There were shocked gasps from just around the corner as her help goggled at their tiny jailer. Harley swung around the edge of the wall into her henchmens' view with a big, toothy grin. She leaned against the wall, watching them through the bars. The hulking Goliath in the back as usual. Stripy, Boffo, Porno, and Boner pressed up against the bars, each trying to see past the other and eye her new toy as she shoved the spicy cop'acita back into her pocket. Her head craned slightly to search for her last victim; sure enough Ploop squatted in a corner, the only one who looked too bored or hungover to care.
"Jailbreak, boys! But we gotta be smart about this one, see? Only one of us is walking out of here but I'll be taking all of you... with me!" Harley could not help but giggle at her clever double meaning. "Why... You could say that I've got a warm, wet cell all set aside for you." She giggled again. "I'd even go so far as to say that you're going to be my lunch!" She continued with another giggle before she realized that could only be taken one way. She shook her head and stepped forward with the key.
::::34 ACTION-PACKED SECOND LATER::::
Harley's chest heaved as she panted softly, her bright eyes sliding from one awestruck henchman to the next. Tiny mouths hanging open like little baby birds looking up at their mama. A single step and she could wipe any one of them out of existence, she was a god to them! It was a heady feeling and that mixed with the frantic struggles behind her navel were bringing a flush to her cheeks and a sinister twinkle to her eyes again.
Her eyes played across them as she tried to choose her first treat before settling quickly on Goliath. He had been so big and bulgy with muscles that it was almost a shame to have him now palm sized but he was the only one she was truly afraid might resist. Now that same thought came as a hope that he would fight and struggle the same way Montoya STILL was in her pocket! Porno let out an adorable yelp as she bent forward and wrapped her fingers around Goliath.
In her regular clothes, she might have still found a way to savor her little strongman, but the loose prison garb would never keep him pinned against her cunt the way she wanted. "Shame," she breathed as she slid her free hand down the front of her pants. Below her, a couple of her toys snickered as she slid two fingers into her cunt. "I bet you would have struggled so good too."
Her tummy gurgled as the three figures fighting behind her navel thrashed again. Goliath's broad grin faltered as his eyes dropped to the front of her uniform. She could almost see the wheels turning behind his tiny eyes and her own grin widened. A shiver ran down her spine, causing goosebumps to rise along her skin and her mouth started to water. In a moment, he was going to be inside her as the newest member of the Cult of Harley's Stomach and like all the really fun cults, there was only one way out.
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