Poison Ivy BE/booty/lac/bimbo~
Pamela laughed while she observed her latest creation- a new species of plant that would help her subjugate the people of Gotham. Innocuous looking, she hoped to spread it throughout the city so its spores would fill the air and make anyone breathing them in docile and receptive to her demands.
Leaning in closer to smell the flowers, Poison Ivy’s face froze in shock for a second as the blossom ejected some of its spores directly onto her face. She relaxed, knowing she was immune to natural toxins and the like. She breathed in the spores, and they set to work on her like they would anyone else. Her floral green leotard began to stretch as the first of the spores’ effects began, and Ivy’s bust and booty swelled rapidly.
The supervillainess giggled watching her boobs grow, her green-tinged skin tingling. She pressed a finger to her lips, feeling them plump as well, and she smiled at the realization of how effective it was- surely she could resist the mental effects, right?
She gave the flower a gentle caress, and another plume of spores shot out towards her face again. Ivy stumbled backwards as her body seemed to hum with the oncoming changes, and the growth of her curves sped up, tearing apart her strained outfit. Ivy’s thick lips turned rose red as they continued to swell, dominating her face. Her curves were on a similar path, obscuring most of the rest of her form.
She giggled again. “What a, like, good lil plant!” she cheered, fondling her swelling breasts. Her prominent nipples were nearly begging to be touched, and Ivy obliged. The giggling continued, and she barely noticed through the growing fog in her mind the liquid leaking from her breasts. Ivy happily worked the nubs as her milk began to drip from her boobs to the floor, and she sat on the floor against the wall, now reminded of her fattening ass.
Ivy bounced a little, taking pleasure in the padding beneath her, and she gladly slipped one hand from a nipple to her thighs. Pushing a couple fingers into her pussy, Ivy moaned loudly, just now discovering the overcharged sensitivity of her body. Her continued bouncing worked with her pulsing fingers to work her up higher and higher, and her legs twitched, toes curling.
Pamela’s breath hitched in her throat, and her thighs clenched around her hand as her eyes clamped shut, and her whole body shook as she rumbled through the most powerful orgasm of her life as she felt her mind blank. “Boobies so biiiiiggggg,” she cooed, resuming both hands’ work. Milk pooled on the floor around her as she continued to jill herself off.
“Ummm, Harleyyy…” she called. “Haaaarleeeeey!”
Her partner, Harley Quinn, sauntered into her lab not too long after.
“Harleyyyyyy!” Ivy cheered. “Smell the flower! Smell the flower!”
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