It had been just under two days since Harley Quinn had revealed to her her green girlfriend had given her a glorious gift, and she's experienced quite a lot, especially with her now-impressive breasts. Mothers' milk had come out of them for the first time, and it was delicious. While trying to feed her pet hyenas, she'd even turned her bosom into a warm and welcoming home for them, albeit by accident.


    But the best part

It
wasn't easy sneaking back into Mr. J's base in general. It took
agility, speed, a little elbow grease, and familiarity with the
territory. Harley Quinn had all that in spades, no doubt. And she
knew how to get around or through any henchmen or animals Mr. J set
up.
The
problem she now had was doing it with a massive bust.
Poison
Ivy's gift to her was exactly that, a gift. Her breasts were larger,
and they could do a lot more things. But one thing they couldn't do
was fit in tight spac

The
last thing Harley Quinn remembered before she fell asleep was the
exquisite taste of Poison Ivy's breast milk and the blissful comfort
of her breasts. She had been topless at the time, with breasts
unrestricted and at a high-end I-cup size. Ivy had been pretty much
the same, but at a low-end J-cup size instead.    When
she woke up, Harley was dressed in lingerie that alternated between
two shades of green when split down a line of symmetry. (Which, she
noticed, was clearl

  Poison
Ivy brought her friend, Harley Quinn, over to a part of the
greenhouse she had kept hidden from anyone else for a long time. With
a wave of her hands (and per her enthralling nature, the rest of her
body) she waved off a series of vines and revealed a small cavern. It
was strewn with sunlamps for the plants, and various hoses for water
and plant food were set up. She summoned some stumps and a
couple beds made of leaves, forming a couch of sorts, and invited
Harley to&

 
  Harley
Quinn had been humiliated by Batman, and she knew it. What's worse,
her dear old Mister J had reminded her of it many times. Joker even
went as far as trying to punch her in the face, but missed. Where he
did
hit
her, though...    "So he punched my
breast. Big deal!" Harley yelled at the wall in the alley. "If
Mister J knew I was more than just a henchman, he'd come begging for
me to even grace him with the skin of my cleavage!" T

Oracle grumbled, the clacking of her keyboard the only sound echoing in the monitoring station she called "The Watchtower". Harley Quinn had broken out of Arkham...again... and she was determined to find her and help Batman bring that obnoxious jester to justice.


"Where is that damned clown" She groaned glancing at her array of monitors lining her main computer station. Harley had been at large for nearly a week with not a hair or a p