No sane person in Gotham (of which there are far less than ideal) wants to run afoul of a super villain, least of all a Gotham-based one. Still, it’s often said by many, me included, that if they had to cross paths with one of Batman’s foes, they’d all prefer it to be Poison Ivy. And that’s just how I found myself in my current dire circumstances.

When I awoke, my entire body was on fire. It felt like I had just awoken the day after an exhausting day at the gym. My legs were like jelly. My arms quivered and hung heavily at my sides. My back ached and begged not to be moved at all. The light above was harsh and unwavering, but my eyes did adjust. My sight confirmed why I had been feeling a cool breeze since I awoke. My clothes were gone, leaving me bare and vulnerable in a sterile environment.

Though there was no ceiling, there was certainly no way I could climb out along the smooth glass walls. Alarming conditions to be sure, but it’s what was outside my prison that concerned me the most. The scale of everything was gigantic. From the table this cage sat on, to the various beakers and flasks taking up the rest of the space on the surface, to the dizzying walls of the room my room was contained in. I was either inside the home of a giant, or I had been shrunk down to only a few inches. As I remembered the events before I woke up, I knew it was the latter.

Others in my predicament began to wake up, too, all naked and all confused, but all different sizes. I don’t mean by a few inches or so, but…well, actually, I guess I do mean by a few inches. Still, their heights were not different like you’d find between two men walking on the street; a few inches by a normal perspective. They were of varying sizes of a few inches, but of this new shrunken perspective. There were men who ranged from as tall as my hip to as short as my knee. Others were easily double my height. It seems the effects of shrinking were not consistent. The shortest was maybe an inch tall, while the tallest was closer to six inches, if not more. It was a confusing mix of feelings of superiority and inferiority, being in the middle as I was.

As each man awoke and came to terms with their situation, they all had their own reactions, though none seemed entirely sure of all the facts. There was no time to share details and come up with an answer, or better yet a plan, as our captor entered the room.

She entered, in fitting with her “brand,” with a level of sensuality that captured her beauty and betrayed the danger she posed. Poison Ivy, the green-skinned villainess of Gotham. She was known for known for three things: her impossible beauty, her maddening love for the environment, and her penchant for controlling the minds of men with a kiss (or sometimes just killing them outright with a kiss). It seems we were a new method for her to express her hatred of mankind.

Ivy was all curves and venom. Shockingly red hair was voluminous and exquisite, framing her angular face. The juiciest pair of red lips. Shimmering emerald eyes. Her large bust demanded attention. The size of her breasts swelled against the corset made of leaves that hugged her body. Every breath she took cause them to rise and squeeze together further. Her hips swung left and right when she walked, as if on a catwalk. Legs nothing short of statuesque and oh so inviting. Though I didn’t have a good look of it from where she was standing now, I knew full well how appetizing her pert and firm ass was.

“Well hello, little boys,” she cooed, standing over the terrarium and looking down upon us with the same level of condescension her attitude did. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to have you all here tonight,” she expressed while running her fingertips across her belly. “I’m so famished and you all look so divine.” All of us within the container took a step back.

“Your surprise is, well, unsurprising,” she lamented. “Everyone thinks that because I love the environment and my expertise is in plants that I must be a vegan. Tell me, how does that make sense?” In truth it was an assumption I had too, and to her credit she was right: it didn’t make sense. “The opposite is in fact true. I, like many of my beautiful darling plants, enjoy the taste of meat. Raw meat. Live, wriggling, panicked meat.” Every utterance of the word “meat” caused her to bare her gleaming white teeth, her plump lips pulled back in a smile as she displayed them for us.

“But I’m not some wild animal, I do enjoy a level of, let’s say…foreplay? So, I’m going to start with the smallest of you and work my way up, up, and up.” With Ivy’s promise, I looked to my left and right at the other men. I was reminded that while I was not the shortest, I certainly wasn’t the tallest, either. So, I had some time to plan, but not as much time as I’d like.

The smallest of us, coming in at possibly just under an inch, had no such benefit of time. Maybe he has the benefit of not being terrified for as long as we were going to be. I doubt that would have made him feel better.

At his size, Ivy had no choice but to scoop him up onto her fingernail, balancing him in the red painted bone nail. We all watched as Ivy lifted him up to her face. Ivy regarded him with widening eyes and a slow, sensual, lick of her lips. Her moan, so deep and aroused, was on its own a delight to hear. No doubt we’ve all thought about hearing Ivy in the throws of passion. Given this context, though, it only filled us with dread.

With no more anticipation, Ivy turned her finger toward her mouth, and with the poor fool on its tip it went in between her lips. She closed her lips around the digit, moaning even louder now as she seemed to savor her victim. Her finger retreated with a pop; a thin line of saliva stretching from it to her lips. Though the motions of her mouth were small and subtle, at our height we could pick them up easily. She was clearly being gentle, trying her best not to end things too soon, knowing how much power even the slightest movement from her had over her first meal. Then, after much pretense, she swallowed. That’s when the panic really set in.

When next her hand hovered over the terrarium, we scattered, trying to escape something that could have just as easily scooped all of us up in its grasp. Sure enough, she went after the new shortest man in the tank.

This time, Ivy tilted her head back and held him up over her face. She laughed as she forced him to sway left and right, the threat of falling either promising splattering on the ground or landing in her mouth. Personally, I don’t know which would have been worse if I were in his position. He was slowly lowered to her open mouth. Just before he would pass the threshold of her lips, her teeth snapped shut with a clack. She followed that up with a laugh, seeming to delight in playing with her food. She did this a few more times before lifting him up as high as her arm could reach and dropping him down toward her outstretched tongue.

She gave him little time to be savored and swallowed him without further delay. That snack was more for the build up than the actual flavor, it seemed. The next man was easily grabbed as he was still distracted by the sight of her heavenly body shivering with delight over her last victim. He certainly remembered the danger when she snatched him up though. Trying a more casual approach, Ivy decided to toss the miniature man up into the air and attempt to catch him in her mouth. As if he was nothing more than a kernel of popcorn.

I suppose she wasn’t practiced enough in that skill, and instead of her mouth making the catch, it was her cleavage. We all watched as the speck barely registered as a man to our eyes landed upon the tops of her mint-green tits and slid down between them. Ivy didn’t seem to see where he landed, but she seemed to feel it. With a dismissive snort and permissive laugh, Ivy set to fishing him out from between her colossal tits. I’m ashamed to admit some part of me was jealous of him.

We watched as she pawed at her own breasts, moving them about to try and find the little man before he fell deeper into her hardly concealing outfit. Eventually he was found, causing a feeling of disappointment and dread to wash over me.

“Well aren’t you a frisky fellow? Diving in after my breasts like that,” she playfully scolded, as if he had had any choice in where he landed. “Still, you are rather cute,” she mused while regarding him closely to her eye, “so perhaps such boldness should be rewarded.” Was there hope for him now? Was there hope for the rest of us? Could Ivy’s needs other than hunger be satisfied and gain us a stay of execution or, god willing, a pardon? “How about a kiss?” A proposition most desirable if made by any other buxom ne’er-do-well, but from her it was anything but.

Thick ruby tiers puckered together and approached the exhausted man sitting in her palm. With an exaggerated smack and muah, the “reward” had been delivered. When Ivy pulled her hand away, we could all clearly see the shape of our brother in misery stuck to her upper lip. Apparently, Ivy could feel him there, as without needing visual confirmation, she stuck out her tongue and began to slowly drag it toward the “frisky fellow.” He had to stay there, stuck to a pair of the most beautiful lips in the world, as Ivy’s tongue took its time coming to collect him. When the tongue was pulled back in between her lips, we no longer saw him, but we heard what was undoubtedly the sound of his demise. Gulp.

“Now, who’s next?” At this point we were so exhausted and defeated by running around whenever she reached in for one of us. We knew who would be next, but it didn’t stop us from worrying she’d go off script and choose someone else. Still, it was always the shortest man in the tank who panicked the most. And I, as the next shortest man, began to feel a new level of dread as I knew my number would be next.

This prey was of course bigger than the others, and it seemed that granted him just enough strength to wriggle free of her pinched fingers. It wasn’t a far drop to the table below, just outside the terrarium, but it wasn’t a soft landing either. “Oops!” Ivy blurted as she saw the shrunken male loose himself from her grasp.

With a clearly sprained ankle causing him to limp back to us, the next item on the menu nonetheless moved quite quickly to the outside of the terrarium. He began to pound on the walls, begging us to let him back in. Clearly fear got the better of him, because he should have known as well as the rest of us that there was nothing we could do to get him back inside. And if we could, what good would that have done?

Behind him, Ivy’s face loomed with a sinister smile. She had lowered herself down, so she was at eye level with the tank. As the man slammed his fists in vain, Ivy inched closer, her mouth opening and her tongue lolling out. We begged him to turn around, to make a run for it for the edge of the table. The drop might kill him, but Ivy would surely kill him if he stayed. But it was no use. Just as he had begun to turn his head, Ivy’s tongue pinned him against the glass.

We watched as Ivy slowly dragged her wet tongue up along the wall of the terrarium. Her humid breath fogged up the glass, but we could always clearly see the spectacle of the man pinned by the salivating tongue. The glass smeared in her wake. Just as he reached the top, he took in a deep breath and began screaming. As last words go, they weren’t very inspirational.

Ivy slurped him back up into her mouth. The green goddess gave a muffled chuckle as she batted him around in her mouth. Then came that stomach churning gulp we had become all too used to hearing.

“I must say, you all have been the most fun batch I’ve had in a long time,” she admitted, confirming my suspicion that we weren’t the first to meet this grim fate, and unless someone stopped her we wouldn’t be the last. I had little time to think of the dead, though, as her eyes then locked onto me.

Before, I had regarded those who ran as fools. What possible solution could they have found in the seconds before they were grabbed by the hungry giantess? Yet, when my number was called, I was no less a fool than they were. I ran, scrambling for some exit that until now had gone unnoticed. All I had managed to do was trap himself in the corner of the tank. As her fingers approached, I could see the tip of her index finger was still wet.

“Leave him alone you witch!” One of the other inmates had summoned up some courage to make a stand. Logically I knew it wouldn’t have made a difference, but it did feel nice to have someone stand up for me. At least he would die with dignity.

“You fucking monster! You bitch!” He called out again, as Ivy clearly had given him no mind from his last insult. It was likely she couldn’t hear him, at his size. His words did give me some manner of courage, at least. Not enough to do anything myself, but at least I had stopped shaking so much.

“I said leave him alone, you cunt!” And that’s where my assumptions were proven wrong. Ivy could hear him, as that last word definitely grabbed her attention. And she did not look happy.

“You men, you’re all the same,” she snapped, her attention diverting from me to my savior. It was a relief she wasn’t reaching for me anymore. However, seeing her in this mood did nothing to stifle my fear. If she was cannibalistic when she was in a good mood, what would she do when pissed off?

“You reduce women like me down to our curves,” she scoffed. “You only serve to disarm yourselves when someone like me, someone with power comes along. And as soon as we display that power, you lash out, because we don’t fit your narrative. Well tough shit, little man! Look at where your all-mighty-cocks have gotten you all!” she said, addressing the rest of us. “I’ll remind you that none of you were blindsided by me. I didn’t jump you, put a bag over your head, and knock you out before you could say boo. It’s fair to assume you all knew who I was, but instead of running, you stood there grinning like idiots. I sauntered over to you and embraced you in the greatest kiss of your lives. You didn’t even try to run away or call for help. Gaia forbid you lose out on swapping spit with the Poison Ivy!” Her speech was very accusatory, but not at all inaccurate, at least not for me, and it sounds like not for the other two men either. “You all should have paid more attention in school. If you had, you’d have remembered that often the most attractive members of the plant kingdom are also the most dangerous.”

“Hmm.” She began to think aloud, her mood having somewhat softened, it seemed. I couldn’t decide if that were good or bad. At least when she was mad, she wasn’t eating us. “Now, if I remember correctly, you in particular were distracted by my breasts,” she said to the insulting man. “Hmph, how original.”

Ivy took a few steps back as she began to mock the failed hero. Without a word, she begins to slide her delicate hands over her mountainous breasts. Her fingertips dragging slowly across the exposed tops of her tits. “Were you hoping you’d get to touch them?” she queried in a tone I had not heard her use since she first captured me. “Squeeze them?” To give image to our imaginations, she did just that, closing her hands around her tits. Fingers pressed into flesh and palms covered where I assumed her nipples would be. She capped off the act by taking in a deep breath and chewing on her plump lower lip. To see those white fangs press into her red fleshy lips did little to make me forget about her appetite. “Perhaps even a little lick of my soft skin, wrinkled around my areolas? I bet you’re wondering what color they are?”

I couldn’t help but watch, transfixed, by the lewd display, only serving to prove her point about our libidos. At least I wasn’t alone in my folly. The other two had approached the glass too, watching as Ivy did to herself what we had all wished we could do to her. Despite my heart still pounding in fear and panic, some blood found its way below and give hard, visual, evidence of my desire. Again, I wasn’t alone. Even knowing the extent of her evil, there was no denying we still wanted to fuck her.

“Well, far me it for me to deny you your greatest desire, little man. Come here.” Although I’m sure we all knew to whom she was referring, if they were like me, we all hoped she was talking about ourselves. Another foolish desire denied, Ivy of course snatched up the most verbal among us and took him out of the container. Now it was just me and the six or seven-inch-tall man left inside.

She stepped back a little; enough for us to still see what was going to transpire, but not far enough away that we wouldn’t be subjected to it. Ivy held the wriggling man to her face, licking her lips in that predatory way we had seen her do numerous times to her meals. But rather than popping him into her mouth, she dropped him; and just as she seemed to intend, he landed on her breasts.

I could see him give a few bounces once he hit the taut but soft skin of her chest. Eventually he would start to slip down toward the middle, to the cleavage we had seen one man fall into before. But this time, the victim was much bigger, and he didn’t immediately disappear into the shadow of her cleavage.

“Are they everything you ever dreamed of, lover boy?” she asked with a throaty purr. The ride began in earnest for him as Ivy resumed massaging her breasts together. I could see him try desperately to not get sucked in between them, but the constant motions, and smooth unblemished skin, made it impossible for him to get enough of a grip to pull himself out from the trap. Little by little he was pulled down further between her tits, until I could no longer see him against her mint green skin.

He would gain some respite, at least, when Ivy stopped pawing at her breasts and started moving her fingers elsewhere. It seems her little punishment had given her more than just a sadistic glee. One hand went up north, resting against her face as she idly nibbled on her fingernail. The other fell south, grazing along the leaves of her corset as it did, before stopping between her legs. The motions of her hands were subtle and delicate, but again, at our size, we could make them out distinctly. She was petting herself, giving into some sick pleasure she had gained from torturing a human life between her colossal tits.

I was so focused on seeing her green skin flush and fingers dance against her erogenous zones that I almost didn’t see her latest victim claw his way up through her breasts. He had done it! He had summoned up the strength of body and force of will to climb up against the intense pressure and heat of her undoubtedly warm breasts. I could see him take in a gasp of air when his head emerged and pause in his escape to get his bearings. I pounded on the glass and tried to scream at him to keep moving, to not stop for a second. He couldn’t risk giving her a moment to catch him. If this were a happy story, that might have worked. But this isn’t, and it didn’t.

“Uh uh uh,” Ivy boomed from above, “You’re not done until I’m done, bug,” she scolded, dropping the cuter pet names she had for us and referring to him as a lowly insect. Playfully, she started jumping up in down in short hops. Her breasts in turn started to jiggle aggressively. The man didn’t stand a chance. He once again slipped down into her cleavage. Now, he no doubt had to deal with the pain of having all those pounds of pressure slamming into him over and over. No doubt he wished for her to just massage her breasts again. Sadly, he’d get his wish.

Once more Ivy started to molest her breasts, squeezing and pressing on them with more earnest than before. Her moaning and panting became more intense in turn. The sounds were clearly not for our benefit, anymore. These were natural, happening purely because of her pleasure. Then suddenly, she stopped.

She took a moment to catch her breath. A hand moved her red tresses from her sweaty face. Once she was breathing through her nose again, she reached in between her tits to investigate. After some searching, she pulled the two fingers she had inserted, now smeared in blood. There were even some viscera roped between them when she parted her digits. With a shrug that completely dismissed the man’s existence, started to lick her fingers clean. First in the open air, and then she started to suck on them in her mouth. When her fingers popped out and her eyes fluttered open, her sights were again set on us two remaining prisoners.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day, cutie,” she said. Neither of us were clear on who she meant, but I’m sure my brother in captivity could agree we each hoped it was the other one. Would she resume her order from before and go back to me, or would she continue things as they were and go for him? There was too much to consider, but none of it mattered. I had little hope of escaping anyway. All my rambling, pointless, thoughts fell away when she started to undress.

Poison Ivy moved her hands down her sides, starting at level with her breasts and stopping at her thighs. As her hands move, some sort of psychic or magical command was given, and her corset began to fall away. The once vibrantly verdant leaves turned into shades of red, orange, and yellow. One by one they fell away from her body. I couldn’t help but feel some manner of luck on my end that I had survived long enough to see this. Poison Ivy. Naked. Amazing.

Despite their size, her breasts were as perky as a budding teenager’s. Surely that had to be one of her superpowers. Her stomach was trim and free of fat, showing the slight definition beneath her taut skin. Her hips swayed gently back and forth as she waited for the leaves to fall. And then her most private of areas. My god, it was beautiful. It looked so smooth and inviting, and god help me it was wet. Wet! As if I needed more confirmation, she was getting turned on by all this carnage. When I saw the corpse fall from between her tits, my arousal dimmed considerably (though, shamefully, not entirely).

As if his gore was acting as an adhesive, Ivy’s tits actually peeled apart from each other, slightly. They gave a small jiggle when they did, but I was more focused on what was between them. Slowly gravity was doing its work, and the squashed remains of the last victim fell from Ivy’s right tit and fell without her noticing at all. It even left little spots of blood on her stomach when it, he, hit there during the descent. When she started to approach, my pessimistic mind imagined that she stepped on this poor man, if he could be called that anymore. Either flattened by the heel or squished between her toes. I was all too familiar with how deadly her dainty but powerful feet could be.

So, who was the cutie? Sadly, or thankfully, not me. No, her target this time was the tallest of tonight’s prisoners, and certainly the strongest looking. Even if he hadn’t been twice my height, he’d be intimidating. I just hoped his strength would serve him in some way. Despite how strong he looked, Ivy picked him up like doll-sized man he was.

Ivy admired his form, rubbing his torso with her thumb as she cradled him in her hand. Satisfied with touch, she moved onto taste. She dragged her tongue up along his body, starting with his crotch and not stopping until she passed his head. The moan she gave signified satisfaction with the taste. She would continue to apply licks and kisses to his body, every inch, back and front, covered in affection. But as she had proven time and time again, any affection was misinterpreted on my part.

With her prey now covered in saliva, she snapped her fingers and behind her approached a giant leaf. The vine slithered up to her, and without even looking behind herself, she dropped back onto the impromptu loveseat. She lounged with some disregard for the horror she had caused, and would no doubt continue to cause. Following another lick, Ivy moved the man down to her breast.

He was held against her left tit while Ivy played with the right. Her nipples, by the way, were evergreen in shade. The doll man was not left to his own devices, as Ivy was constantly moving her hand against her breast, no doubt mashing him in against her buoyant flesh. Suddenly, her left hand fell away, dropping to turn its attention to her wet lips between her legs. As it played, the man was hanging perilously from her erect nipple. I had no idea what he could do now to save himself, but I hoped he would think of something. Then his hand slipped. I gasped in that moment. At his size, compared to her, it was like watching someone scale a cliff face. It didn’t look like he’d be able to hold on much longer, but just before he could fall, Ivy snatched him up again.

With her cum stained fingers she gripped him and gave him another smile and a wink before carrying him down. As her legs spread further apart, it dawned on me her intention. So many have said that if they have to die, let it be by Ivy’s kiss. But if they had their way, they’d want “death by snoo-snoo from Ivy.” He was about to face a fate others had only dreamed of. Seeing it for myself, though, I knew it had to be a nightmare. If he did survive, he’d be nothing short of a legend. Maybe that added motivation would help him do just that, survive.

I could tell there was some resistance, thanks to the doll man pushing back against her as she tried to insert him. Of course, if it was a battle of strength he wanted, we all knew he’d lose. Sure enough, the faint yelling I could hear from him was cut off when he went face first into Poison Ivy’s pussy. Delighted, she let out a happy little cry. Further and further he was pushed in, until only his knees to his feet were left out. They kicked wildly as Ivy tended to her breasts again.

Ivy let him struggle inside of her as she pinched and pulled her nipples and sucked her fingers clean. Her hips swiveled and bucked as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. Her moans grew louder and louder as she mixed in obscenities. Eventually, it seemed his struggles alone weren’t enough for him, and she opted to guide him.

Grabbing him by his shins, Ivy began to pull him out only to push him back in. He was never fully released from the undoubtedly boiling prison. I could even start to hear the wetness of her lips as she pumped faster and faster. Her breath matched her pace as it increased. Then, suddenly, she hit the peak. Her hips rose up as far as they could, and her body froze in place, save for a few spasms. Then, she relaxed. A sigh of relief came, followed by a short bout of giggles. At least it was good for her.

She gave him plenty of time inside of her after her orgasm before she decided to pull him back out. His limp body dripped her juices on her body as she carried him up to her face to inspect. I couldn’t see a single sign of life in him. If I knew anything about the female orgasm, and I didn’t, her inner walls would have contracted during the orgasm. It’s possible he was crushed to death in that moment. It was either that or suffocation. Or drowning by swallowing cum. Or maybe a heat stroke? Or just a heart attack from all the intensity of it all. I certainly didn’t hold it against him that he died.

“I do prefer my meat to be live and wriggling,” Ivy said, breaking the silence and repeating what she had told all of us when the nightmare began. “But I hate to waste food. Especially a substantial treat such as you,” she said to the motionless doll. And so, I was subjected to another reminder of her voracious appetite.

Feet first she lowered him into her mouth. The first taste forced a moan from her throat, and little by little she sucked him into her maw. Though the other instances of this were hard to watch, some part of me was interested in this moment. I was curious how, if at all, she could swallow something so big. Mind turned back to fear when I saw him start to move.

By the time he was hip deep in this monster’s mouth, he had come to and started to struggle wildly. Ivy’s eyes shot open with surprise, but she didn’t slow down but for that second of shock. If anything, now she would just be more encouraged to eat him.

He braced himself against her face. His hands pressed into those thick lips, but they would only sink in like a giant pillow. How she was managing to swallow something just as big as him, but with as much fight as him, was astounding. How he was able to keep up the fight even after all he’d seen, all he’d been through, was no less astounding. Despite both their prowess, there was still no doubt who would win (though I did have some hope, still).

Eventually only his head remained outside her lips. I could tell he was still struggling by the movement of Ivy’s cheeks. Little strikes of his fists against the inside of her mouth as he fought against his grim fate. For the last bit, Ivy opted to not push him in with her fingers. Instead, out came her tongue. It slithered up underneath him, and slowly the tip curled back over his head. The muscled pulled back in, taking the last of the man with it.

Ivy clearly struggled to get him all down. She seemed to put a lot of effort into swallowing the man. I could even make out his shape in her throat as she succeeded, sadly. It took several gulps before he started his painfully slow descent. A descent, I should add, that she followed with her fingers. She traced, either for herself or for me, the path she felt him take from her throat down to her stomach, just below her pendulous breasts. Her body gave another shiver as he likely fell into her graveyard of a stomach.

Again, she took a moment to rest, to appreciate the sensations she felt. Then, in an instant, I felt her eyes upon her. I cursed myself for not using my time wisely. Instead of looking for a way out, anything at all, I had watched her. She had been long distracted with that last man, and yet I watched every second of the lewd and nightmarish display. Was it morbid curiosity or shameful horniness? Which was worse? It didn’t matter now, because now she was approaching me. And once again, my lust got the better of me, and my focus was almost entirely on her breasts. They gave the most delightful little bounces with every step.

“I must admit, I am quite full,” she admitted to me, “and quite satisfied. So, I’m not sure what use I have left for you, little one.” A ray of hope? Her pet name was not derogatory, maybe her blood lust had been sated? Would I survive simply be virtue of being one-too-many? “However, this is one hole I have left unattended tonight.” No, I would not survive. And as she leaned in close to watch my face, her smile widened, and eyebrows rose when she saw me realize her intention.

“That’s right,” she confirmed, “Now come here, you,” she playfully demanded. Just like before, as if I had learned nothing, I ran around the prison, if nothing else but to delay the inevitable by a few measly seconds. But who wouldn’t ask for just a few more seconds more before they faced death incarnate?

“All this running away, you’re making me think you don’t like the idea of being intimate with my derriere,” she said with mock sadness, pouting at me as she held me in her grip. How many deaths had this hand seen to tonight? Now I was in its clutch. “After all, you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t fond of my backside.”

It’s true. My entire predicament is because of my own lust. In truth, I hadn’t been her initial target. When I turned down a hall, on my usual rounds, I saw her, embraced in a kiss with my supervisor. There was no denying who she was, so I knew the danger, but how could I not look on? It was an event I had only read, and dreamed, about, and it was happening right in front of me. I only wished I had brought my phone. Yet, instead of seeing my boss either fall over in death or stand still like a zombie, he shrunk. Just like that, inch by inch, he shrunk. Until he just disappeared into a lump of clothes. The look of panic on his face was only slightly more intense than my own.

That’s when my moment of shame came. Instead of running away, either to get help or to hide, I stayed and watched. Why? Because Poison Ivy was bending over at the waist. She was searching through the piles of clothes, presumably looking for the man she had shrunk. Meanwhile, I was treated to the sight of her salaciously squeezable, sexily spankable, ass. Her hips even began to sway while she hummed during her search.

As the rest of the world (and logic) fell away from me, I forgot my surroundings. While leaning in for a closer look, I knocked over the mop that was resting against the wall. In that instant, all my rationale returned to me and I realized what I should have been doing was running. In that instant, Ivy shot upright and turned to look at me. The sudden motion caused her curvier parts to jiggle slightly. An unnecessary detail to mention, but perhaps it makes my foolish behavior more understandable. Or at least relatable.

Though she looked at me in surprise, her face was quick to change back to a predatory one. As she started to approach me, I noticed movement coming from my boss’s clothes. Ivy, too, turned her attention downward. She was likely surprised that any man could peel their eyes away from her. There we both saw the flabby form of my boss, shrunken down to a few inches, tying to run away. He wouldn’t get far.

A grim shadow was cast over him as Ivy raised her bare foot over the terrified man. He tripped over himself and fell on his back at the sight. Slowly she descended her foot on top of him. He was now pinned underneath the sole of her foot, trapped between the heel and her toes. Then, without mercy, she applied all the pressure she could. Splat. She even gave a few good twists of the ball of her foot. Then, she streaked the remains across the floor when she moved her foot away. When I looked up from the carnage, I saw she had been staring at me the whole time.

And still, I didn’t run. Why? Why else? That perfectly voluptuous form approaching me, with bedroom eyes and red puffy lips pulled into a devious smile. The rest, I’m sure, you know. A kiss, that I will admit was heavenly, that sent me to hell. I had no idea that my fate would be to die inside of the ass I so desired. I would either be crushed or suffocated, and I didn’t know which was worse. Or maybe I’d somehow survive, like the last guy, only to be swallowed alive. If that were the case, I only hoped I would taste terrible.

Ivy reached back her hands behind her. She made me watch as she spanked that firm ass, letting out a resounding sound followed by her own coo. God how I had dreamed of doing that to her, to hear that coo, right before I entered her. Just, not like this. Not like this. When she pulled back one cheek with her hand, I began my approach. Just as my head was about to be pressed against that puckered green asshole, something stopped her.

“Ivy! What’s going on in there?”

A voice, another person, calling out to investigate. And it was one that gave Ivy pause, because she quickly snapped me back to face her, rather than face my death. The look of panic on her face was definitely enjoyable to see, after all I had seen.

“Listen to me, you little creep!” Well there went all the faux niceness. “You make so much as a peep and I’ll make things much worse for you, you got it? Trust me, I can do it.” Of that, I had no doubt. What choice did I have? Not that she gave me time to reply, because as soon as she finished talking, she swiftly moved me to her back again. There I would sit, in her cupped palms, just above the ass that was my promised demise.

And then the other woman entered the greenhouse.

“Ivyyy,” the voice called out again, stretching out her name like some kind of sonar.

“I’m in here,” my captor replied, clearly resigned to the fact she’d be found eventually. Clearly, she just hoped she wouldn’t be found out.

I heard a door swing open, loudly and clumsily, before footsteps began to sound throughout the greenhouse. In that moment, I swear I could feel Ivy’s hands begin to clam up. Was she really this nervous about having her midnight snackings discovered? Hell, of course she would be. I couldn’t imagine a sane individual would be okay with what she was doing.

“What’s been going on in here, Green Tea?” the clearly feminine, and oddly playful, voice asked as the woman neared.

“Nothing you’d be interested in, I’ve just been running some experiments,” Ivy stammered out. Stammered. There was a wavering in her voice. To think, this pillar of confidence and power could even feel panic. That she could feel fear. I did enjoy that.

“Well what kind of experiments would make all those fun-time screams I heard, and can I be your lab assistant?” the mystery woman inquired.

“I, uh, well…it’s a new kind of pollen, I’m developing,” Ivy lied. “A kind of aphrodisiac, and I tested some on myself. That’s all.”

“Afro disco sack, ehhh?” she repeated back incorrectly. “Well no trial can be concluded with just one subject. So, hook me up, my flower power mama!” The way she spoke, and the things she said, they were so bizarre. I guess if someone were to be hanging out with Ivy, they’d have to be a little unhinged. Hell, they said to even live in Gotham one had to be a little crazy. Now here I was, crazy little.

“Not afro disco- oh!” Ivy’s correction was cut short and silenced when something, I wasn’t sure what, interrupted her. The more I heard, though, the more I understood. Those wet, smacking sounds. Whoever this woman was, she just dove face first into Ivy’s lips without a care for her own safety. She was certainly living the dream. Then, suddenly, my world began to shake violently.

I was just as surprised as Ivy, judging by her sudden squeal, when the verdant villain was hoisted up into the air. Her hands in that moment released, and I dropped down onto the table she had been leaned up against. Thankfully it wasn’t enough of a drop to leave me with any injuries, though what would happen next posed much more of a health risk. I didn’t even have time to get up off my knees when I saw that great green moon descend upon me.

The thunderous sound of her ass hitting the table, knocking all the wind out of me, and making me go temporarily deaf, convince me I had died. As the seconds passed, however, I realized I had miraculously survived. The area around me was dark, but I could see some light ahead of me. What’s more, I could move. I didn’t know how, in that moment, but I wasn’t about to let another opportunity to escape go to waste.

I frankly crawled forward, as far away as I could until I hit the wall of the terrarium. After catching my breath, I steadied myself against the tank to help me stand. As my hearing returned, and as I looked at the reflection in the tank’s walls, I looked back to confirm what my senses were telling me. There, on the edge of the table, Poison Ivy sat. Her legs spread wide, with two pale white hands keeping them apart. Peeking around Ivy’s trim torso were two blonde pigtails. Certainly not what I was expecting to see, but the night had but anything but expected. But there, dead center, was that god damn ass. That beautiful, bountiful, bouncy, bodacious booty. How I wanted to run up to it and just slap it. It had that siren-call quality to it. And now, before me, it was shifting back and forth as Ivy’s hips swiveled, pressing the ass at different angles into the wood she sat on.

No! I thought. I had to focus this time, had to find a way to escape, despite the visual splendor and the arousing sounds in front of me. That way was certain death, and I needed to find a path that at least offered some hope. No matter how small. Frankly I searched around, but I was finding nothing of value. In truth, I wasn’t much of a survivor, and adaptor, anything like that. Hell, I’d never been camping. So, I wasn’t sure what would have caught my eye short of a convenient pile of rope. Yet, aside from the tank, myself, and Ivy’s ass, there was nothing on the table.

I took off sprinting, running to the edge of the table to see just how far of a drop it would be to the floor. No, that assuredly death. It might be a quick and painless one, and one on my own terms. However, that doesn’t make the prospect of rushing to one’s death any easier. In my search, Ivy gave out a particularly throaty moan, and I couldn’t help but look back. At my distance, I could see her head fall back, the cascade of ruby hair spill down over her shoulders and down her back. Those rips, the same shade of red, parting in a breathless gasp. No, I had to stay focused. I had to get blood rushing elsewhere.

Gathering my resolve, I ran to the other side of the table, doing my best not to get distracted by the wet and arousing sounds calling out to me. Even the table fought against me. Ivy’s movements were intensifying, forcing the table to shake. I was knocked off my feet several times before I made it to the edge.

Of course, it was no less a long drop to the East than it was to the West. On this side however, there was another table. The gap was substantial, but there was a chance, however small, that I could make that jump. I wasn’t that active before this night, but I wasn’t out of shape either. It would be tough, but not impossible. It had to be possible. I couldn’t accept my death any longer.

I backed up, giving myself what I thought would be enough running distance to build up my speed and make the jump. Still, I can’t deny I didn’t hesitate. Failure was death. But not dying was also death. If nothing else, I’d go out trying for once. My convictions gathered, I took off running. The wood wasn’t easy to run on, as the table wasn’t sanded down to a smooth texture. The edge was approaching fast, but I’m proud to say I didn’t stumble, I didn’t slow down. I kept my eyes on the table ahead of me, not the gap I’d have to leap across. Then, as I approached the edge, I heard it.

“What is that?!” Followed by the sound of Ivy falling off the table, possibly pushed off.

And the shock caused me to stumble. Tripping over myself, I nearly fell right off the edge of the table, straight down to splat on the floor. However, I had stopped just short of the edge. I knew in that moment I was found out, so I had to act fast. I had to do something, anything. Panicked, I got myself back up and was ready to bolt to the nearest hiding spot I could find in the next half second. That too would end in failure. The white hand that had been gripping Ivy’s green thighs tightly came in front of me and scooped me up.

As I was carried upward, I was reminded just how impossible it is to stand up when that’s happening. When finally she stopped, I found myself seated in two cupped hands, gently and delicately. Like how a child mild hold a woodland critter. I got my bearings and turned around to come to terms with the new development. Though it wasn’t easy to discern at first, given how closely she was inspecting me with those big baby blue eyes, there could be no doubt whose clutches I was in now. Harley Quinn. If things weren’t bad enough already. Ivy was clearly merciless; with a blood lust I didn’t think possible. Harley Quinn, however? If the media was to be believed, the former psychiatrist turned Joker goon turned partner-in-crime to Poison Ivy, was as nutty as they came. There was no telling what she would do with me.

“Harley I can explain!” Ivy pleaded, getting up from the floor she had fallen onto. In that moment, I decided to take action. There was a chance Ivy could convince Harley that nothing was amiss. She could come up with some lie to dismiss Harley’s obvious confusion and I’d be right back to where I started. I couldn’t take that risk, so I took another one instead.

“She’s been eating us!” I called out. My throat was dry, I felt like I hadn’t said anything for so long, and maybe I hadn’t. I wasn’t one to raise my voice anyway. Yet here I was, screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping she’d hear me. Hoping she’d believe me. Hoping she’d help me.

“She’s…what?” Harley knitted those thin brows, clearly taken aback by what I said. “She’s been eating us?” I confirmed as clearly as I could, nodding so hard I felt like I was going to fall forward. “She’s been eating us?” Again, she repeated my eye-witness account, likely trying to make sense of it. “Us? There are more of you? And you’ve been eating them?!” Harley spoke in ever increasing volume, forcing me to cover my ears. She was now looking at Ivy.

I watched as Ivy stammered through words that never came to fruition. Arguments and lies formed but fell apart before they made it to market. She couldn’t even look Harley in the eyes! I had done it; I had taken a chance and now I was saved from Poison Ivy! Or so I thought.

“That’s hilarious!” Harley squealed, surprising both me and Poison Ivy.

“You’re not mad?” Ivy asked, her voice still quivering with uncertainty with Harley’s reaction. “Not…disgusted?” If she wasn’t, she sure as hell should be!

“Well I can’t say I ever thought about doing something like this; not like I knew it was even possible cause who knew you could shrink people?” Harley answered, her voice laced with half formed chuckles. “But nah, I’m not disgusted!” she reassured her emerald companion, her tone now more comforting – to Ivy at least. “I could never be disgusted with you, my little Audrey II.”

“I told you, I hate that nickname,” Ivy growled, only to immediately soften up when she said, “but thank you.”

Forgetting about me, the two women embraced in a kiss that reassured their relationship status. All I could do was peer up at the love birds sharing an intimate moment while I was still in Harley’s hand, sitting between two sets of enormous breasts. When the kiss broke, Harley spoke up, and confirmed my worst fears.

“So, can I try it? Er, him? Can I try him?”

My attention snapped back to Ivy, hoping to catch her denying the request, but she only smiled. “You really want to?”

“Of course! When in Rome, right?”

“Uh, well then, absolutely! I would recommend you just swallow him whole, by the way. Chewing tends to get…messy,” Ivy advised, and for once I was happy with what she said. Then again, should I have been?

“Well, I do like messy,” Harley replied, nudging Ivy in the stomach with her elbow.

“That you do,” Ivy sighed. “But trust me, the feeling of them wriggling down your throat, struggling to get back up, and then thrashing around in your belly for hours on end. Mmm, it’s divine.” Good god, hours? Did that mean those men before me were still inside her, kicking and pleading to be let out? The nightmare just got worse and worse by the minute.

“Well, in that case, I think I’ll go with the chef recommendation!” Harley cheerfully declared. “Alright, little guy, get ready!” As if I could. “Here comes the air-o-plaaaanee!” Her playful way of contextualizing things did nothing to make me feel better. Harley held me in one hand and started to weave me through the air, diving left and right, zig zagging, up and down, all to simulate the path of the world’s worst pilot. With the turbulence it wasn’t easy to see, but it was impossible to deny: her mouth was wide open. As I neared, she kept me steady, I guess to aim more accurately, and I quickly approached her wet maw. I could see lines of spit connecting the roof of her mouth to her tongue, broken when her tongue lolled out. Then, by divine intervention, her hand was stayed. As I would find out, it was anything but divine.

“Wait a minute,” Harley began to ponder aloud. “So, what was all that moaning about? Surely, they don’t taste that good,” she argued to Ivy.

“Well, I don’t use them just for eating,” Ivy admitted. “They have…other uses.”

I certainly knew what she meant, but it seemed to take Harley a few seconds to catch up, but when she did, and after the initial surprise, her face turned oh so mischievous. “Are you telling me the jolly green giantess was shoving these guys up her cunt?!”

“Harley!” Ivy snapped. “I told you, I don’t like that word. It’s crass.”

“Fine, fine, fine,” Harley conceded. “You shoved ‘em up your jolly-fun-time-box?”

“I don’t like that phrasing either. It’s…silly.” Clearly, she knew which battles to fight with Harley, as she moved on from that complaint. “But yes, I’ve used them as…marital aids, so to speak,” she confirmed, taking a moment to choose the right words. I wouldn’t have figured Ivy to be bashful. I guess Harley had that effect on her.

“Oh, ho ho!” Harley deeply chuckled, seemingly trying to sound like a stereotypical French man laughing. “Well, I want to try that too! Okay, so, I’ll gobble up this guy, and then I’ll put a different one up my clown car,” she planned out.

“For Gaia’s sake,” Ivy reacted, again sounding exhausted by Harley’s childishness. “Anyway, doesn’t matter, cause he’s the last one for now. I don’t have any more.”

Harley gave an exaggerated pout, as if that would change the facts of the situation.

“There are no more, Harl! I keep myself to strict limit every night. Anymore and suspicions start to get raised. And you and I both know what happens when suspicions get raised.”

Harley twisted her pout into an unamused sneer. “That fun police show up. Alright, alright, so what do I want to do with this little guy? Push him between my lips, or gobble him up?”

“Well, if you want my expert opinion,” Ivy chimed in.

“I do I do I do!” Harley excitedly replied.

Ivy came up behind Harley and began massaging her shoulders as she whispered against her ear. Regardless, I could still hear everything she was saying, but then I don’t think she was trying to hide anything from me. I think it was just to excite Harley, as that was clearly the effect her hot breath was having on her.

“He’s much too small to do you any good in your flower,” Ivy said. Now Harley was the one rolling her eyes at Ivy’s choice of words. “You’ll barely feel a shrimp like him in there,” she continued. I must admit, I felt a little emasculated by that comment. It’s not my fault I was shrunk down to barely three inches. “What you need is a tighter tunnel for him to crawl through.” With that recommendation, Ivy looked right at me and smirked. That bitch, she found a way to force me to follow through with my previously decided sentence. Death by asshole.

“Ooo, you dirty maneater you!” Harley giggled when she pieced it together. Though it was cute how they shared some Eskimo kisses in response to their shared excitement, I wasn’t exactly any more thrilled by the situation. “Oh!” Harley perked up. “What if…” she started. Harley cut her eyes at me, and then moved her hand further away so when she whispered her plan to Ivy, I couldn’t hear a thing. Judging by Ivy’s expression, it was very unlikely I’d enjoy this plan.

“I should have brought you in on this sooner, Harl,” Ivy purred, biting her lip. “Let’s do it!” She said with the most excitement I’d seen her have tonight. And then, surprisingly, Harley relinquished me over to Ivy.

For the next step, Ivy just watched. Though no one forced me, I too watched. Ivy kept me in her cupped palms, as if she was getting ready to present me in some regal fashion. She kept me near her chest, near her heart. I sat, between her rising and falling titanic tits, listening to her heartbeat steadily quicken as Harley Quinn undressed in front of us.

Harley made no short work of her striptease, emphasis on the tease. As if doing a routine, the jester woman peeled away the bare minimum, bit by bit, exposing just enough flesh to keep me (and possibly Ivy) enthralled. Though they couldn’t rival Ivy’s, Harley’s perky pair were no less spectacular. Creamy and bouncy, and not a spot on them other than her rosy nipples. An apt description, as when her breasts jiggled into view, Ivy murmured, “My little rose buds.”

Flat stomach, wide hips, firm and alluring ass, and legs from here to Hell itself. Like Ivy, Harley Quinn was one of a slew of voluptuous superpowered people. Though she arguably didn’t have the abundance of Ivy, it was clear to both of us standing there that she knew how to work what she had. She already didn’t have her trademark white clown make-up on, so now that she was naked you might not know, at a glance, it was her. Once you got past the initial joy of seeing the blonde bombshell in her birthday suit, you’d realize who it was without a word. There was something about the way she stood, smiled, and looked at you that just screamed “this woman is diabolically crazy, but I don’t care.”

Any sort of posh that may have been in the room thanks to Harley’s intimate and erotic performance was thrown out the window when she turned around. As if having grown impatient, or perhaps just to serve as a punchline, Harley slammed her hands onto the table, thrust out her ass, went legs akimbo, and declared, “Choo choo! All aboard the Quinn Express! Please enter through the caboose.” The last sentence given with an inflection in her voice to make it sound like she was a train conductor speaking over a loudspeaker. I could feel Ivy’s shoulders untense and droop.

“Honestly, Harl, a little romance wouldn’t kill you,” Ivy reasoned.

“No, but it’s certainly gonna kill this little guy!” the clown girl shot back, looking dead at me and waggling her eyebrows. “Besides, aint nothin’ romantic about what we’re about to do!”

Ivy had no response, because as soon as she heard that, she began her approach. Every inch closer made the situation more and more real. I scrambled back in her palm, gaining what little distance I could to keep me as far away from Harley as possible. Behind me was Ivy. To either side of me where her giant breasts, bouncing with each step. Directly ahead of me was certain death. Though I was no longer in the terrarium, I was no less trapped.

Upon getting close enough, Poison Ivy lowered herself to her knees, bringing me at eye level with that big pale moon. Harley reached back and gripped her cheeks firmly before pulling apart. There I had two sights to take in. One was her flushed pussy, which seemed to radiate heat even from where I was sitting. Just above that was my promised destination. I swear it quivered in anticipation; twitching and puckering slightly.

The green hands raised me up for a moment, and I felt Ivy’s emerald irises upon me. I couldn’t help but turn my back on Harley and see what Ivy wanted. She didn’t say a word, she smiled at me, but not with malice. There was a, if I didn’t know any better, kindness behind her eyes. Almost motherly. The kiss she gave, too, had a level of sweetness I hadn’t expected by this point. Maybe it was just a flavor of hope so I could fall further into despair, because what happened next certainly wasn’t kind, motherly, or sweet.

Ivy adjusted her grip on me, turning me over in one hand so she could grab me with the other. Her fingers pinched around my torso, keeping me upright as she carried me. The closer I got, the more I squirmed, the tighter she pinched me. Eventually I thought my ribs my crack, so I relented. Yet, when I came close enough to touch Harley, I started up again. She was trying to put me in feet first.

I braced my feet against the wrinkled skin around Harley’s asshole, and tried to kick back. No amount of strength I had would even register to Ivy, though, as she didn’t slow down for a second. The only pause she gave was when she used her other hand to help open Harley up for me. Despite my protests, my feet went in, and then slowly but surely the rest of me was gently pushed into Harley Quinn’s ass. And I do mean pushed. I might not have been able to put up a fight against Ivy, but Harley’s ass did. There was enough of a resistance that it took Ivy longer than I thought to get me inside. Unfortunately, eventually, she did.

Just like that doll man before me, when I was just a head sticking out of the cave, Ivy gave me final send off. Once more those lips of hers puckered and planted a kiss upon my face. “Yea! Kiss my ass, Ivy!” Harley said in response.

“Harley!” Ivy snapped back angrily, eliciting an apology from her. Her eyes back on me, she found her smile. “Do me a favor and squirm a lot, will you? I want her first time to be special.” Before I could even think of telling her off, Ivy used her index finger to push me in the rest of the way. The light was sealed away when Harley’s asshole clenched shut behind me.

I certainly had no plan on what to do once I got in there. I think I was still hoping someone would save me at the last second. Even if I had a plan, though, there’s no way I would have been able to enact it. I was being squeezed on all sides, and it amazed me that I had been put inside at all. The heat was no less an important player in my private hell. An indescribable sweltering heat radiated around me, putting even further pressure on me and my situation.

From inside, I could still hear them, though not clearly. The murmurs of conversation were recognizable, just not the specifics. I could tell when one of them, likely Harley, was moaning, however. The most obvious sound was when Poison Ivy spanked Harley. That was the most painfully loud sound of all. I thought the force of it alone might knock me loose. So, there I remained for a length of time I’m sure was shorter than I imagined it to be. I listened to them play, to Harley delight in my and Ivy’s presence.

Following another string of unintelligible murmurs, my situation changed. It was only a moment, but light entered my surroundings. I hadn’t the time to look up when it was gone. However, something else beside the light was in there now. It was wet, wriggling, and clearly searching for me. The strangeness of my situation didn’t allow me to figure it out right away, but it would dawn on me eventually. Ivy was rooting around Harley’s ass with her tongue.

In the moment, I wasn’t sure which was a worse idea: try to move toward Ivy and hope she was trying to free me, or try to squirm away from her, knowing what she was capable of, despite how insane it would be to try and go deeper into Harley’s ass tunnel. I opted for the latter. However, like I said, movement was nearly impossible for me. So, while I’d like to say I made some progress, made it harder for Ivy to catch me, I don’t think I got very far. I certainly struggled a lot, at least, and it seems Harley could tell. Her moans increased in volume and tempo the more I panicked. Regardless, the tongue would soon find its prize.

It was no easy feat finding a way to grip me with her tongue. All the elements and conditions were working against her after all. I suppose Ivy was skilled with the muscle, though, because she would succeed. Once the tongue had wedged itself underneath me, she curled it back. The tip pressed against my undercarriage, and soon I felt myself move with it. She seemed to take some time to undulate her tongue with me on it, likely for Harley’s benefit judging by the noises she was making, before pulling me free. Well, free from one prison, but straight into another.

It was a combination of the lack of pressure around my body and the cool air on my legs that spelled it out for me. I was out. Out of Harley Quinn’s ass, but definitely in Poison Ivy’s mouth. With an audible slurp, I felt myself enter her mouth completely. Now I was witness to what most of the others had seen. There wasn’t much to see, of course, with no light. Occasionally her lips would open behind me, but only for a moment. It would give a flash of my surroundings. The ridges of the roof. The slimy pinkness of her tongue. The bright white of her teeth. And the pitch blackness of the entrance to her throat. That was the scariest of all. I did all I could to stay away from it, but she didn’t make it easy. Her tongue was tasting me, tossing me around from cheek to cheek and pinning me the roof. Drowning me in saliva. Deafening me with moans. I couldn’t imagine how I tasted, but Ivy seemed to enjoy it.

Even disoriented as I was, I could when something had changed. Ivy had opened her mouth and let in light for more than half a second. Battered, I summoned up what strength I had to turn myself around and peer out past her lips. If there was any hope of escape, that was gone. Right in front of me was Harley Quinn’s smiling face. She was now lying back on the giant leaf Ivy had used for her masturbation. Her arms were held out for Ivy, and as the wicked woman approach, Harley’s lips began to part a little. Before I knew it, I had fallen out of Ivy’s mouth and into Harley’s. A second later, Ivy’s mouth closed in behind me and sealed me inside.

The pair of tongues began to wrestle, with me in between. I was tossed back and forth, traded between mouths. I had no idea to whom I belonged in any give moment. My only focus was on not letting gravity do its work and fall into one of their throats. Yet, even with that near-paralyzing fear, I felt some pleasure. I can’t be certain; maybe it’s just my ego talking. But I swear, they were doing something for me. The tongues at one point slowed. They weren’t as vigorous or thrashing. Instead they were massaging, both each other and me. The moans softened down to a calming coo. Nothing could be done about the spit and heat, but my body had adjusted. By some cosmic joke, I was enjoying this. Then, like everything else that night, the rug was pulled out from under me.

When the tongues were moving so gently, it wasn’t hard to tell when one had become absent. I was now in just one mouth. My feet were braced against her teeth. One slipped and fell between, hitting her lips and slipping through. I heard, and felt, her giggle. Then, her mouth opened, and I fell upon the giant green tit. By far the softest landing I had that night. Clearly, during the make-out session, they had switched places on the leaf. I looked up and saw Ivy peering down at me, biting her lip in anticipation. The shadow above me darkened and grew, and I looked up just in time to see Harley’s mouth envelop me.

Despite being her mouth, she kept me against Ivy’s breast. Her tongue knocked into me over and over, as if nudging me to play with the nipple. I barely knew what I was doing at normal size. At this scale, I was totally lost. That seemed fine by her, as she just instead used me as a blunt object. Over and over I was knocked into the nipple, which I could feel get more erect by the lick. Then the suction. Harley was now sucking on her breast, and I feared I’d be sucked up into her throat. I had no idea if that were physically possible, but the fear was very real. So, I held onto the nipple for dear life.

I suppose Harley had begun to long for Ivy’s lips again, because I found myself again in open air. Above me soared Harley’s body. Rising, as Harley moved to be eye to eye, or rather mouth to mouth, with her lover. The moment I saw them re-embrace, I felt the weight. Harley’s breast was now pressing me down against Ivy’s tit. I was sandwiched between them. The pressure was only slightly less than being inside Harley’s ass, but it was close. Ivy’s breast was already slick with Harley’s spit. Harley’s breast was slick with her building sweat.

The women weren’t idle with me there, either. Back and forth I could feel the breast above me move. Harley was knocking her nipple into Ivy’s, not to mention me. Likely by accident, there was a moment when Harley moved that some of the weight was lifted. Enough, I should say, that I could slip free. Not by my own choice, but rather the breast knocking me loose. However, freedom is freedom. I would tumble down between the four breasts, massaging one another. I wouldn’t find my footing against until I was bracing myself upon Ivy’s undulating stomach.

Her body never sat still, there were constant shifts and wiggles, so the best I could do was kneel on her. Above me, I heard it. A deep and primal growl. Harley’s stomach. Although her mind was elsewhere, her body hadn’t forgotten about me. That was nothing to what I heard below, however. I could hear them. God help me, I could hear them. Even amid the moans and the smacking, the coos and the spanking, the giggles and groping, I could hear them. Inside Ivy, inside her belly, were the other men she had swallowed.

I didn’t know how many of them were still alive in there, but at least some were. And I could hear them. Pleading, begging, to be let out. For help, any kind of help. Whether it be salvation or a merciful death, they didn’t specify. I doubt they’d be picky. What’s worse, I could feel them, too. Every so often, one of them would knock into, or possibly punch, her stomach and I could feel it through her skin. And I swear, every time they did, she moaned. It was in the middle of all her other moans, sure, but it was distinct. It was evil. Above me was the sound of where I would go. Below me were the sounds of what it would be like.

Stunned by horror, I hardly had time to recognize Harley had snatched me up in her mouth again. While I sat in her mouth, she hummed playfully, as if this were just another day for her. Another day for her, the last day for me. When again she let me see light, I was faced with Ivy’s lips – but not the ones I had become familiar with. These were her glistening, puffy, inviting, pussy lips. Judging by how she was using a hand to part her petals, I knew where I was going. I’d learned to expect the worst. The worst is what I got.

Harley pinned me against Ivy’s crotch. Her tongue did all the guiding. It dragged up against me, pushing hard enough that I followed suit. That familiar suction resumed, of course. At no point could I tell if was touching saliva or cum. I didn’t think it mattered. My leg, at one point, slipped in between Ivy’s lips. I could tell she liked that. The moan was especially loud, and I could feel her insides twitching. Harley capitalized and used her tongue to push me further in. I instinctively tried to grab something to stop myself from going further. Hard to tell in the darkness, but I believe I actually grabbed Ivy’s clit. Again, the sounds and the twitching. Naturally, however, Harley won our contest of strength.

At no point was I ever fully inside of Ivy, at least not in this particular wet and humid cave, but I came close. Harley’s tongue just couldn’t apply enough pressure to shove me into the tight canal, but not for lack of trying. I did note that Ivy’s moaning and yells of ecstasy were growing louder the deeper I went in; the more I struggled. Wouldn’t feel a shrimp like me, indeed. Some sick part of me did enjoy myself in there. It was tighter than her mouth, certainly. Hotter too. But considering where I was, considering what I was doing to her? It wasn’t all bad. In fact, I even began to buck my hips a little. It didn’t take me long to reach my own climax. I’d certainly been blue balled all night, so I guess I shouldn’t be ashamed. Plus, time was of the essence. A parting gift, I thought. But don’t worry: my smugness would be replaced with fear soon enough.

Once more, Harley applied the suction. This time, she had her tongue help pry me loose. In truth? What did most of the dislodging was Ivy herself. In the middle of what I can only assume, and hope, was a life-changing orgasm, her walls closed in as tight as they could and expelled me with much of her honey. All into Harley’s mouth. I was still coughing up saliva and cum when her mouth opened. Ivy didn’t say anything until our eyes met.

“I think that’s the hardest a man has ever made me come,” Ivy admitted to the room. “Well done, handsome.” I think that was the first time she hadn’t referred me to as a bug or just straight called me little. It was the first time she had acknowledged me as something more than just a shrunken man, but an actual man. While my moments of pride and lust that night I could feel some shame over, that moment I didn’t. That moment felt good. Then Harley gargled out some response that I couldn’t possibly understand with her mouth open and full like that.

“Yes, yes, Harl, you helped too, but don’t talk with your mouth full,” Ivy concluded, diminishing my part in everything at least a little. Her eyes fell back on me. “Truthfully,” she started as she crawled over to Harley, but keeping her focus on me. “I wouldn’t mind keeping you around, cutie. You’ve certainly proven your dexterity and stamina,” Ivy explained to me. I considered it, truly I did (not that I would have had a choice to decline). It wouldn’t have been a normal life, but it may have been better than what I had. The shrunken sex toy of two powerful Gotham supervillains? Even considering the shrunken part, it wasn’t an unappealing idea. Even though I had more than a few broken bones, and was more bruise than man, with cum sealing one of my eyes shut, I cracked a smile. But…I could feel the but coming.

“But,” she predictably added, killing that small trace of a smile, “I can tell Harley is just dying to see what you feel like inside her cute little belly. And I’m not about to make my sweet Harley baby pout. Sorry, dear.” With that, she blew me a kiss, gave me a wink, and waved goodbye. Harley clapped excitedly and let out a yay. Her mouth began to capture up all the saliva and cum I was waist deep in and started to move it back toward her throat. Even if I weren’t in such a battered state, I doubt I would have been able to find a grip in such a soaking wet environment. The tongue lurched up, knocking me off balance and causing me to tumble back toward that terrifying abyss. The last thing I saw, before the light disappeared, was Ivy watching my every movement toward my demise, then then her eyes looking back up at Harley. As if she’d already forgotten about me.

Down I went. The throat cared nothing for me, that I was a living creature, begging not to be crushed to death. It just kept squeezing with every one of Harley’s pained gulps. Good, I thought. Choke on me! But nothing I wanted had happened that night, so why would that dying wish? I was amazed I made it through her throat at all. Maybe I was just too broken all over, already, to notice any damage it did. Into her stomach I fell. Just like her growling tummy had suggested, her stomach was empty. Save for me, now. Now I was covered in spit, cum, and acids.

Despite the name acid invoking an idea of an immediate melting away of everything it touches, these acids took their time. It was never painful enough that it was all I could focus on. However, they were never gentle enough that I forgot I was covered in it. I wish I could say my night ended there, but it didn’t. For who knows how long, all I could do was listen to Harley and Ivy continue their sexy escapades. Giggles, moans, pillow talk, and yet more spanking and kissing. If only I had found a hiding spot, maybe I could have avoided this mess. Maybe I could have watched them. God, even in this state, I thought with my dick.

I didn’t struggle inside her, though. I knew how much Ivy enjoyed that from her meals, and I wouldn’t give Harley the same satisfaction (not that she was exactly suffering). Suddenly, something dropped into the stomach with me. The lack of light made it impossible to confirm, but when some of it landed in my mouth, and I had no choice but to taste it, I knew right away. Whipped cream. For whatever reason, that enraged me. Maybe it was the unintentional association they made between me and food, maybe it was just one too many indignities I had to suffer. Sloshing through the bodily fluid soup, I made my way to a stomach wall and started pounding. I started screaming. Not for help, but for justice. After all they’d done, all they were likely to do, didn’t I deserve that much? Then I heard her giggle. I was only making it better for her. I fell back and couldn’t help but laugh. Who would have thought that I’d end my night sexually pleasing two beautiful Gotham supervillains? What’s more, who would have thought it would have ended the way it did? The oxygen was starting to run out, or maybe my body was just giving up.

And to think, all because I wanted to catch a glimpse of Poison Ivy’s ass.

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“Ooo! Red! I can feel him!” Harley exclaimed while sitting on the kitchen counter. Excitedly, Ivy let Harley’s whipped cream breast fall out of her mouth and pressed her ear to her stomach. Sure enough, she heard him, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Wow! I didn’t know he had that kind of fight in him. Good for you, kid,” she said to him, knowing he wouldn’t hear it. “Now, you make sure to give my Harley everything you got, okay?” Ivy asked of the dying man. To seal the one-way promise, she gave Harley’s belly a kiss.

Harley giggled at the tickling kiss, but after a moment pouted. “Aww, I don’t think he’s given up.”

Poison Ivy stood up straight and took Harley’s face in her hands, focusing her gaze on her own. “That’s okay, Harl, there’ll be more. If we do this right, there’ll be lots more.” That promise got Harley excited.