Ivy upended the bottle, gulping and chugging louder than Harley, and ending with a massive, frat-boy applause-worthy belch as the empty bottle was dropped from her grasp. Her every cell felt electric, fire burning in her loins as she approached Harley, her lovely clown going through her own spasms and twitches as her height grew. Muscles appeared all over Harley's body, hardening her soft ass, toning even further along her abs and her arms, and all over really. Ivy ignored her own changes as she hugged Harley close to her and gave her the deepest kiss she could muster.
By the Green how she loved this woman!
Through the kiss, that was what she focused on, her love for Harley, her desire to see her become her own woman, not bound by a sick obsession with anyone, not even her and especially not The Joker. She felt Harley return the kiss, Ivy blind and deaf to all else even as the constant thrum of the Green all around became a symphony of music and she knew her powers were only becoming that much greater.
But suddenly, Ivy felt Harley moving away from her, opening her eyes to find that Harley hadn't moved back, but rather her stomach had pushed her away. Her gut of a stomach, not looking pregnant but purely obese, drooping heavily over her privates. Ivy moved her hands to the rest of her, feeling barely any muscle tone and only flabby adipose.
She should have felt anger, frustration, even letting out a curse, but instead the Mistress of the Green felt a rightness settle in her. Nature was bountiful, why should she not be the same? She looked into Harley's eyes then, waiting for a laugh that never came.
Instead, her muscular soul-mate moved closer, strong fingers digging into soft flab, pressing here, kneading there, sinking deeply into the wide expanse of her obese rear.
"You're still the most beautiful person I ever saw, Red, and now there's so much more of ya to love," Harley whispered, giggling a little as she found even more fat to sink her fingers into.
Selina came into the room then, gaping at the two of them and Ivy realized then that Catwoman was looking rather short to her now.
Back on the Watchtower...
Diana gasped in pleasure as Zatanna and Bruce made love to her yet again. And, once again, she marveled at the fact that there was no jealousy between any of them. The love they had was equally given and received, her Amazonian upbringing had little prepared her for the need not to dominate in all situations. With Bruce and Zee she could just be Diana and that was enough. She just hoped they realized the depth of her feelings for them as well and considered again the two felt boxes she had specially blessed by Hera.
But then Zatanna gave a throaty moan of pleasure and Bruce looked at her with those blue eyes of his so shining with happiness and contentment that all thoughts of the future with them were banished from her mind as she focused on the moment and started to return the favor.
Until she heard the unmistakeable sound of a cow's lowing coming from the Watchtower cafeteria, followed by Batgirl and Supergirl's moans.
Looking at her lovers, she was pleased to see them both nod at her, costumes swiftly put on, all evidence of their lovemaking magicked away, as the three made their way towards the cafeteria and...
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