In the steamy back room of Harley’s hideout that she had claimed as her room, sat almost five hundred pounds of woman laid out on a mattress buck-naked. Harley’s huge mass filled the tiny mattress. She was so big some of her fatty folds even dangling over the bed. Harley yawned and cracked her eyes open slowly. Her body felt sore and sticky, probably from all the fun she’d had with Poison Ivy. All the vivid details replayed in her mind. After they both had orgasms from rubbing their crotches together, Harley’s sexy girlfriend got a stash of cream pies Harley had been saving for a special occasion. The occasion was supposed to be the pieing of all the wealthy patrons at a social gathering next week, but Harley decided to put the delicious pies to better use of feeding her huge hunger.

Poison Ivy fed each pie to her, sometimes rubbing the yummy treat on her body and letting Harley lick it off. The cream pies were good, but they tasted the best when they were on Ivy’s green skin. It had been messy and it had been fun, and at the end of it, cream pie was all over Harley’s body. She was a mess, but thankfully Poison Ivy offering to lick her clean.

Things become a little hazy after that, Harley remembers Poison Ivy on top of her, her tiny tongue darting around her body. It had felt good, but not as good until Ivy found a tiny bit of pie that had somehow gotten inside Harley’s pussy. Although, Harley suspected that her redheaded partner had put it in there, she still let her clean the inside of her womanhood without any complaints. Everything went blank after that. Harley could remember incredible pleasure and a stretching sensation in her lower abdomen. Whatever Poison Ivy did, it seemed to have knocked Harley out. Speaking of the frisky green gal, Harley couldn’t find her.

She looked under her flaps of fat, but found no one curled up there. She checked under the bed, no Ivy hiding there either. Harley pouted, thinking her lover had ditched her, until she heard someone talking inside her.

“Harley, are you up?” A weary voice that Harley recognized asked. Squealing, Harley patted a fat lump on her abdomen. How silly of her, she had forgotten to check for Poison Ivy inside of her. giggling madly, Harley petted the lump on her body, happy to know that Poison Ivy was still with her.

“There you are, Red. I was kinda worried you’d left to find a fatter girl to mess around with.” Even with the many layers of fat separating them, Harley could hear Ivy sigh.

“I’d never do that to you. When I asked for a partnership, I meant it. There’s only room in my heart and bed for one woman, and she’s completely insane.” Harley laughed at Poison Ivy calling her insane, to her that was a complement.

“Thanks for sayin that Red. You’re the only one I want to screw too. But I’m a bit confused, how’d you wind up in my belly again without me noticing?” Harley scratched her head, trying to figure out if in her passion the night before if she had eaten the sexy lesbian. It was defiantly a possibility considering how outrageous she was and her impulsive streak. But Harley really though she would remember eating Poison Ivy.

“My dear, Harley, I’m not in your belly this time.” Harley blinked at Poison Ivy’s cryptic words. She didn’t get it. Her Red was inside her, but she was saying that she wasn’t in her belly. Harley sucked at riddles, which was probably the reason she tried to kill the Riddler so many times. Sensing her lover’s bewilderment, Poison Ivy explained, “Harley honey, I’m in your womb.”

It was like a light switch was clicked on when Poison Ivy said that. Everything that happened last night became clear. Poison Ivy had been tongue deep in her pussy, licking away at Harley dripping center with as much gusto as she could. Harley could remember putting her hands on the back of Ivy’s head and trying to push her mouth harder into her crotch. Something stretched and Ivy’s head was swallowed up by Harley’s cunt. The sensation of a person’s whole head, twisting and rubbing inside her cunt had been too much for Harley. Half delirious from pleasure, she grabbed Poison Ivy and forced her further in. She had several orgasms as she twisted and shoved Ivy’s whole body up her cunt. Some time after Ivy’s tiny feet wiggled past her labia did Harley pass out, leaving Poison Ivy trapped inside her womb for the rest of the night.

Feeling a little guilty about making her lover spend the night inside her womb without asking, Harley placidly asked, “You ain’t mad, are ya Red?”