Poison Ivy writhed violently on her bed as she pumped two fingers in and out of her drooling sex. She couldn’t get all of Harley’s jiggly, soft flesh off her mind and how much it had turned her on to feel it against her ivory shaded flesh. The thought of huge flab all around her was clouding up her mind, driving her towards a huge orgasm. Everything around her was forgotten when she hit her peak with the thought of Harley big and naked in her minds eye.

At that moment, the door to Ivy’s room opened and Harley poked her chubby head in. “You called Red?”

A silence filled the room, Harley pushed into the room to see Poison Ivy fully gaping at the nude sexpot with her fingers inside her pussy. Ivy stared back, realizing to her horror that when she had climaxed, she must have called out Harley’s name. They stared at each other for a long minute, unable to say anything to one another in this awkward moment. The first sound to return to the room came from Harley as she loudly licked her lips at the gorgeous woman laid out on the bed.

“Red, you look scrumptious all sweaty and naked. And look, you even have a cream filling.” Harley giggled loudly and Poison Ivy blushed, trying to cover her oozing sex from the hungry eyes of her predator partner. She was usually wasn’t this self-conscious, but something about Harley’s hungry gaze didn’t set her mind at ease. The fat clown walked closer to Poison Ivy, her thick finger reaching for the naked vixen.

“Harley, what are you doing?” Poison Ivy asked warily. Harley didn’t respond, she only came closer, bending down and reaching towards Poison Ivy’s feet. Her fingers gently touched the Poison Ivy’s ankles before roughly pushing her toes into her open maw and sucking her feet in with a slurp. Harley’s eyes shot open at the rich, full taste of Ivy. She was a hundred times tastier then the Joker. Harley arched her back, moaning loudly as her tongue lapped against Ivy’s soft green skin. She grabbed her by the kneels and dragged Poison Ivy’s feet deeper into her salivating maw. Her toes pressed into the back of Harley’s gullet and she took a gulp, pulling a few more inches of Poison Ivy in.

Watching herself get eaten left Poison Ivy with mixed feelings, she wanted her friend to be happy, but she wasn’t a hundred percent sure if she’d survive inside the obese woman’s belly. Poison Ivy looked into Harley’s eyes as she moved her lips over her ankles. The oversized woman was practically in tears over how good her friend tasted, making Poison Ivy pause in stopping her. In the meantime, a new sensation was creeping over Ivy. Harley’s hot, sticky insides were massaging her down the throat, gripping her sweaty skin and rubbing it softly. It was a wonderful and erotic feeling that sent shivers down Ivy’s spine. Harley gulped harder, pulling her calves into her mouth to be licked and then swallowed. Poison Ivy licked her lips, seeing she was a few scant inches away from having her twat pulled in. She told herself to stop Harley, but she had to experience the sensation of her womanhood inside this carnivorous woman’s mouth. She wiggled her hips seductively, urging Harley to get to her soaked core.

The flavor had driven Harley insane, abandoning all rational thought during the meal, but she could still sense that the area in front of her was important. Maybe she knew deep in her mind to please her friend or maybe she simply smelled the rich juices around the area. Whatever the reason, Harley opened her huge mouth as wide as she could and closed her mouth softly over Poison Ivy’s shapely ass. Right away, a tongue slid between Ivy’s legs, lapping hungrily at her sex and trying to get all the liquid that was inside and around her cunt. Everything about Poison Ivy was poisonous, her skin, her blood and even her vaginal fluid, but to Harley, her juices tasted like the sweetest fruit.

Poison Ivy trembled and moaned loudly, her sex roughly invaded by Harley’s tongue as her throat grasped at her legs. The tongue dipped inside again, probing every inch it could find. Once all her juices had been licked clean, Harley sucked the flavor out of Poison Ivy’s mid-region. Poison Ivy rolled her hips slowly as she headed towards her second climax with a bang. She came with a scream, sending juices pouring onto Harley’s tongue witch she was more then eager to accept. Poison Ivy was cleaned up again, left without a drop of fluid inside or out of her twat. Harley gulped again now that the flavor was gone, reaching Poison Ivy’s belly. Lulled into a pleasure-induced trance, Poison Ivy let Harley move forward, actually sticking her hands into her mouth and down her throat to get to her sensitive sex. As she moved down, Poison Ivy played with herself, letting the duel pleasure of the throat around half her body and her own fingers bring a third orgasm to her. She didn’t stop pleasured herself not even as her chest neared Harley’s mouth. Ivy quivered as the tongue ran across her back and Harley’s top lip pushed into her breasts. Chubby hands came up to squish her breasts together so they could be swallow. Poison Ivy experienced a new pleasure as her nipples pushed into Harley’s wet, hot mouth. Now only her shoulders and head were outside Harley’s mouth, Bulges moved down from Harley’s throat to her even more bloated stomach. Poison Ivy cold feel her legs inside the stomach, pushing against the elastic walls and starting to curl up. Harley crawled onto the bed, Ivy sticking out of her maw. The green woman tried to look Harley in the face as best she could.

“If I’m digested inside of you, consider our partnership over.” It was a stupid threat, but it made Harley pause for a second. Two seconds later, Harley gulped loudly, dragging Ivy the rest of the way into her mouth and down her throat. A few strands of red hair stuck from Harley’s lips before she sucked them down with the rest of Poison Ivy. The rest of Harley’s clothes ripped off her as her belly ballooned out further. Stuffed, Harley laid on the bed and clothed her eyes, her dimmed instincts telling her to sleep. In her stretched belly, beneath hundreds of pounds of lard, Poison Ivy was curled up into a ball, being churned around by the clammy stomach walls. Harley’s stomach was trying to digest her, but in the process was also giving her an erotic full body massage. Orgasm after orgasm came to Poison Ivy and all she could think in her moments of clarity between orgasms, was that if she were to be digested inside Harley, it wouldn’t be the worst way to go.