Honestly, Poison Ivy hadn’t given any thought to how she was going to get out of her new life partners stomach. She felt around her, feeling a tiny aperture to her right and a slightly wider one above her head. She knew the one beside her led to the intestines and the one above her was where she had come from. Thinking about traveling through Harley’s intestines and out her huge, fat ass sounded like a dream come true, except Ivy wasn’t certain how long that would take or even if her partners bowels could stretch around none digested food. Besides, Poison Ivy loved almost everything about Harley’s body; the exception was only what might be inside her bowels waiting for her. Poison Ivy never liked the Joker when he was living; there was no reason for her to meet him again as a digested turd.

“Harley, honey, do you think maybe you could try throwing me up?” Poison Ivy asked, giving her surroundings one last feel. She was going to miss this place, but she reminded herself that she could always come back later after assembly some man and woman power for her two ton girlfriend.

“I think I can manage that. Mista J taught me this trick where I swallow large objects like keys or stolen loot and throw it up when I needed it. Never came in too handy before, but maybe I can use it to get you out.” Harley petted her stomach. She was going to miss having Poison Ivy inside her as well. She had never felt so full and wonderful until now. The warm, moving body inside her both satisfied her hunger and turned the clown on. She wanted to see her lovely little plant girl, naked and covered in her juices. With that in mind, Harley focused on forcing Poison Ivy up her neck and out of her stomach.

All around Poison Ivy the stomach walls contracted, forcing her into the esophagus with a hard push. The velvety soft stomach walls mashed against her tender form, sending pleasure racing through her form. Poison Ivy wasn’t sure how many orgasms she had experienced since Harley opened her mouth, but it seemed like she was racing towards another soon. The stomach walls pushed hard into Poison Ivy, struggling to push her up the tiny throat. Her breasts pushed against the slimy walls, compressed by the tightness. It was a slow start to get into the throat, which Ivy didn’t mind. What was another orgasm after experiencing a dozen already?

The stomach gave another heave, forcing her back up into his esophagus and free from Harley muggy insides. The muscles in the stomach working hard trying to get her out squeezing her up the throat until her whole body was inside Harley distended esophagus. Poison Ivy’s head entered Harley's open mouth with a loud wet slurping sound. She looked out from inside Harley’s mouth, seeing the world framed by Harley’s teeth. Harley coughed and heaved sending Poison Ivy slipping out of her mouth and throat and onto her stomach. Ivy laid on Harley, gasping fresh air, covered in drool and stomach slime.

“Ya know, youse don’t feel as good goin out as you do goin in,” Harley commented as she wiped her own stomach juices from her lips.

“Speak for yourself,” Poison Ivy calmly said as she lied curled up on Harley belly covered from head to toe in saliva and slime. She rested her heads against Harley’s huge breasts, hearing the same heart beat she had listened to inside the other criminal. She had never experienced such pleasures as she had this night with Harley. Her past fondness for the female villain combined with the delight she had experienced with her cemented a deep love for Harley much stronger then even the fat criminal’s past obsession with the Joker. Harley wraped an arm around her newfound girl, letting her sink into the many folds of fat on her body.

“Aww heck, it was worth it just to see your face again,” Harley giggled and ran her hands through Poison Ivy’s long beautiful red hair. She had always found redheads to be very alluring and it was one of the reasons Harley referred to the plant criminal as ‘Red’. Beyond her sexy, slim body, Poison Ivy’s crimson flowing hair was the feature Harley best loved. Poison Ivy started to stir, but Harley tried to keep her down.

“Come on Red, you’re going to leave already? Don’t you want to consummate our new relationship?” Poison Ivy looked past the rolls of fat in her face and looked into Harley optimistically smiling face. She really wanted to spend more time with Poison Ivy, even if it meant being forced to wait another night to get a costume and henchmen. If the price Harley had to pay for spending time with Poison Ivy was being locked away with her for even longer, she’d gladly pay with a smile.