As Harley fell into a deep slumber, her stomach churned around the meal within it. The churning of the fat clown’s stomach made Ivy have numerous orgasms. Ivy could hardly think straight as the stomach continued to churn, attempting to digest her. During a moment of clarity, Ivy realized that she wasn’t digesting in Harley’s stomach. Fifteen minutes later, the stomach of Harley decided that it was impossible to digest the living meal within it, and stopped churning around her…giving Ivy one last orgasm. When she came down her orgasmic high, Ivy looked around. There wasn’t much to see since Harley’s stomach was dark, but she could feel the slimy and squishy stomach walls around her. The air in the stomach was stale, but breathable…and the whole stomach smelled of sex. It was actually comfortable in Harley’s stomach. But now, what to do? Ivy could hardly move, but she was able to get out of the fetal position that she was forced into. The stomach of Harley gurgled and groaned around her. She could hear Harley’s heartbeat.
Ivy use to have a fantasy that involved being swallowed alive--usually by a plant--and becoming one with nature. That thought brought Ivy to the here and now.
And now, a thought came to Ivy. How was she going to get out of here? Did she really want to get out of here? It was so nice and comfy in the stomach of her partner that Ivy wasn’t sure if she wanted to leave after all. What was preventing her from being digested? That was easy to answer: Ivy had made herself immune to most acids and toxins, but she wasn’t 100% sure if she’d be able to survive in the belly of someone….for some reason, the thought about being swallowed alive by someone hadn’t entered Ivy’s mind until now. Now it was clear that she was living in the belly of her new partner. “I hope I was delicious” said Ivy aloud, and she grinned.
With Harley’s new gimmick of eating people, Ivy could rob the people that Harley ate before they were digested. That thought give Ivy a problem to think over: Could Harley digest jewelry or other non-living stuff? Ivy didn’t wear any jewelry to test that theory. In theory, Harley could still eat normal food and digest it. Ivy had planned on studying Chemical V later, but that seemed impossible now. Unless, Ivy got sample of it from Ajax Chemicals. Maybe Ivy could take a dip in Chemical V herself and become a man-eater. Yes. That seemed to be the ultimate way to payback mother nature; use her own shit to fertilize the plants of Earth. The thought made Ivy giggle.



Harley’s belly drooped over the sides of Ivy’s bed. The bed sagged a bit due to the weight. Harley was sleeping soundly, and smiling in her sleep. She was currently having a dream about devouring Gotham and everybody in it…and then, she moved on to devour the whole world. The dream was quite pleasant. Harley’s costume had been totally destroyed due to her new girth.