"Ya know, Batgirl," said Harley, waddling back over to her as Poison Ivy looked on with an anticipatory grin, "I appreciate the offah'. But even now that you've become a man-eater, you're still a goodie two-shoes! I don't care about cleanin' up Gotham, and, frankly, I don't trust you!"

Harley began to lean over her soon-to-be-meal, and Barbara started to sweat as she saw Harley's plump lips part in a white, devious smile. Poison Ivy had walked over and stood at her side, placing one of her hands soothing on Harley's giant, blubbery stomach.

"W-what do you mean, you don't trust me?" sputtered Barbara, trying in vain to stave off becoming dinner. "Why not?"

Harley and Ivy both giggled. "Barbara, you can't really expect us to believe that your plan of 'cleaning up the streets and adding inches to your waistline' wouldn't include snacking on the two of us?" Poison Ivy asked playfully. "We're the two most powerful villainesses in the city right now -- if you gobbled us up you'd be a hero! And, if I do say so myself, we're about as delicious as a couple can get."

Barbara swallowed hard. They were right -- she probably would try to eat them both the first chance she got: Ivy as the appetizer, because of her pure, sexual flavor, and of course, the main course, Harley, hundreds of pounds of well-fed blubber.

"It ain't like I blame ya, Batgirl," said Harley, pinching a roll of fat on her side. "Heck, I'd gobble me up, too! And I've already eaten Red a few times," she continued, slapping Ivy on her rounded ass, "and she's just as tasty as you're probably imagining!"

"Unfortunately," Harley said, "youse ain't gonna get that chance, Bats. While I have to admit you look pretty cute in your new outfit, I think you'll look even better helping me fill up mine!"

Barbara closed her eyes as Harley pushed her flat on a giant bed. "How do you want her, Harley?" she heard Ivy ask. "Use some of your plant toxin to paralyze her, Red, but keep her awake!" Harley giggled. "Even with a mouth as big as mine, a meal this fat's gonna take a while for me to swallow, and I want her to have to watch every last bite!"

Barbara felt Ivy's passionate lips press against her own. "There we go," said the sultry redhead. "Thanks to the neurotoxin in my lipstick, all of your muscles should go completely limp now, Batgirl. Including your eyelids." On cue, Barbara's eyes fell back open, revealing Ivy looking down at her lustfully. "Don't worry, Barbara -- getting eaten by Harley is, well...let me just say that it's a pleasurable experience. And, mmmmmm, you'll really fill her up, too," she continued, running her small, lithe hands across Batgirl's massive chest. "I'll be sure to take good care of you while you're inside her, waiting to digest. And, just between you and me, I added a little something to my neurotoxin that'll redirect pain messages from the body to the pleasure sensors in your brain. I hate to see such a big, sexy meal like you go painfully, so now being churned into blubber in Harley's tummy will feel just like -- well, you know, I won't ruin the surprise. Enjoy, dinner." Ivy gave her one last kiss and got up.

Barbara tried to get any muscle in her whole body to respond, but it was no use. Besides her breathing, her swallowing and the ability to move her eyes, she was totally incapacitated. She felt like a huge ball of blubber, just waiting to be eaten, and she had to admit, on some level, that ending up nothing more than a layer of juicy fat and a tasty memory wasn't a bad way to go, especially with Ivy's promise. Secretly, she was actually excited to feel what it would be like, but then she snapped out of it: she was about to be eaten! She had to get out of here, now!

"The meal is helpless, Harley dear," said Ivy, walking over to her. "Wonderful, Red!" said Harley with glee. "You go get some butter from the fridge and I'll strip her down."

"Butter, Harley?" asked Ivy. "Won't she be tasty enough?"

"No, Red, she'll be delicious, I just ain't never eaten somebody this fat! I'm gonna need to butter her up to get past that huge butt of hers!" Harley looked over to Barbara and laughed, "No offense, Batgirl -- you know I mean it as a compliment!"

Suddenly, a dark figure dropped into the room. Batgirl strained to see who it was, but the figure had fallen into a shadow in the far corner.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," said the intruder. It was a feminine voice, but Barbara couldn't make out who it was!

"What th'?!" shouted Harley. "Red, get her!"

"Nezorf!" shouted the voice, the word "Frozen" backward. Batgirl suddenly realized: Zatanna had come to save her! But would her spell work?