Sorry for such a long delay. No excuses. Here is the continuing adventures of Mindy with a little help from her good mentor. What will they get into next? Contains strong sexual content! Please review!
Harley was feeling ecstatic, finally she had Mindy living out her newly found fantasy; she was even wearing the clothes she made for her. The purple fabric hugged her tight and gave her plenty of lift not to mention bounce.
But a week before Mindy had these dreams every night after Harley fingered her in the back alley; something about outside in the open air in front of potential onlookers really excited her, scared her that it excited her just felt so fucking good. She never thought of her psychiatrist as a possible crush until after that happened. She was hesitant about the cream, she let that jar rest on her night stand for days before finally having enough nerve to take off the lid. It gave off a really strange aroma making Mindy think it went bad or maybe lost its power or something. Dr Pamela Lillian Isley seemed pretty sure of herself that this goop would work but Mindy wondered how well and what would happen if it was too much. Would she rip through her clothes? Would it hurt? Would people look at her stunned or would they laugh their asses off at her as she walked the halls?
She took a deep breath and dipped her hands inside the jar and spread the slime on her bare chest and what she thought was enough on her butt. She slept naked that night in fear that these things would explode through her pjs or she'd have to be cut out of her clothes; Harley kept telling her she had bras of every size ready for her. "Oh, Harely," Mindy smiled before drifting off to sleep. She kept a Hustler handy before bed, this was normal most nights after Harley's breakthrough therapy session but that night she only thought about the beautiful blonde who made her a woman.
She dreamed of Harley swimming in a large pool but then it seemed like water was a large endless body. Harley looked so seductive in that blue one piece, she was such a tease taking it off without exposing any fun bits to the teenager. Mindy almost gupled when she saw the tops of her pale boobs like they were floating bubbles bobbing up and down in the clear and welcoming water. Harley tossed the soaked one piece at her and laughed. Next Harley swam out into what should've been the middle of the endless abyss and stoked back to her. She was like a mermaid, she was moving her body up and down, she was coming at her so fast and like everything was in slow motion, every drop flying was stuck in the air. As it looked like the crazy mermaid was about to shoot herself out of the water and Mindy was going to see her in the buff something started to emerge out of the water, something big and possibly life threatening, whatever it was it was separating her from Harley and it was getting bigger like a Kaiju in one of those older movies.
Mindy woke up in a hot sweat and her inner thighs slightly sticky from some unintended touching on her part. She felt weird all over, different and when she sat up she discovered why, she could feel extra weight on her chest, she touched her boobs like it was the first time. Her eyes got big. She rushed to her standup mirror and hugged her new tits, swaying them back and forth, she was ecstatic, jumping and jiggling for joy. Big and round, even perkier and shaped differently, the nipples were even pinker. She spun around and pretended to fight bad guys, punching and kicking like some busty vigilante in the buff. When she had her back to the mirror and peeked over her shoulder looking all coy she couldn't resist giving her big new booty a smack. But once her open hand made contact to her soft, thick flesh it sounded like a shotgun going off.
"WHAT WAS THAT?"
Mindy froze. Marcus was down in the kitchen, she had to act fast and get dressed; when she heard the creaking stairs she slammed her back in the door while she slipped into some jeans with spandex Harley gave her just fitting. Marcus pounded on the door; Mindy knew how he was a cop all hours of the day and he would most likely shoulder the door open to see what she got herself into.
"MINDY WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?"
He luckily couldn't get it open with Mindy's new ass stopping it; the wooden door kept bouncing it shut, "Marcus hold on!" She turned over with her boobs now jamming the door as she zipped up her jeans, "I just...fell..."
"WHAT?"
"Just go back downstairs! I'm still naked!"
Marcus groaned, ready to shout some more but he did not want to over step his bounds. Mindy wished Harley packed her some baggier clothes to conceal her new assets from Marcus but hopefully he wouldn't notice if she wore an old hoodie. He was waiting with breakfast at the kitchen table, drinking coffee to calm his nerves. She was cautious about entering the kitchen, she wasn't sure how much her butt stuck out.
"Hey, uh, morning, Marcus," Mindy tried to grab a seat before he looked up from his paper but he saw something was up right away just by the failure to speak like she normally did.
"Mindy, what's going on?"
"What do you mean, Marcus?" She tried standing normally, posing like anything but a normal human.
"What's under the hoodie?"
Mindy sighed, not wanting to argue she lifted it off and Marcus watched two very big problems bounce under Mindy's white top.
"What the hell?" He almost fell out of his chair; he might have expected her hiding her old Hit Girl costume or maybe some grenades or a gun under there but not that.
"I uh...had a bit of a growth spurt last night," she said, trying to laugh it off.
Marcus was getting difficult to read, going from shock, anger, to out right bafflement, "Mindy tell me what...," he was stopped when he saw what else Mindy was packing, "Turn around."
"Huh?"
"I said: Turn around!"
She pouted and turned, showing her bodacious round booty; of course Marcus was coming close to having a heart attack.
"Marcus it's not that bad!"
"Mindy how in the hell..."
He wouldn't believe plastic surgery but what else was there? "I put a bra under my pillow and the Boob Fairy came?"
"Girl what the hell have you been doing?"
"Marcus it's my body, OK? I'm 18!"
He checked his watch knowing he didn't have long before he had to get to work, "We're talking about this later."
"A shotgun?" Harley exclaimed. Mindy was at her apartment, waiting for her to reveal her costume as she got ready in the bathroom for what felt like forever.
"Yeah it scared the shit out of me! Marcus was about to go all Jack Nicolson from The Shining!"
Harley laughed, though she was sympathetic about poor Mindy being stuck in that kind of situation, "And so that turned you on, right?"
"WHAT?" Mindy freaked.
Harley laughed, "Kidding."
"OK, Sigmund Freud, are you done yet?"
"Just finishing up my makeup."
Mindy still hadn't seen her outfit, only the drawings and she saw so many of Harley's designs, some more badass and provocative than others.
"Reeeaaaddddyyyy!"
Harley stepped out of the bathroom in heeled boots, tight white crop top, blue and red booty shorts and ripped nylons. Mindy could see homemade tattoos. Harley had on white makeup, black eye shadow and her blonde hair done up in pigtails.
Mindy could barely say anything, she was trying to let this image sink in, trying to say 'Whoa' she ended up with, "Uh-huh."
Harley gave her a little spin, "Huh?" She picked up a wooden baseball bat and rested it on her shoulders.
"It's..."
"Awesome?"
"You sure you want to fight crime in that?"
"Why not? Too revealing or somethin'?"
"Kinda," Mindy was a little concerned about wardrobe but was very impressed by how much she had improved as a fighter; she couldn't get over just how flexible she was.
"Well then I guess you're not interested in the new costume."
Mindy's eyes shot wide like a deer, she jumped up off the couch, "No I do! I do!"
"Aw", said, Harley, pinching her cheek. She was so excited she leaped into her room to retrieve her masterwork, "It's a surprise! No peeking!" Mindy closed them, anxious to see what she cooked up from all of the designs she had her look over, "OK. Open up."
Mindy opened her eyes and her hopes and dreams were dashed, "...Uh...," she was hoping for more, she even thought about joking about where the rest of it was. This was like a one piece bathing suit but more revealing in the chest area. What was she, Miss Slut USA? There were these fish nets and a belt, platform boots and gloves as well as a bigger mask but no purple mask like she was used to.
"I mean..."
"Well it will look a lot better once ya try it on."
Mindy couldn't refuse, that smile she gave her was so innocent, she didn't want to hurt her feelings for putting so much work in. "Thanks, Harley. I'll go see how it fits."
Harley grabbed her hand before she could reach the bathroom, "Whoa. Whoa. Hold on. I gotta test the merchandise first."
"Say what?"
"Uh, hello? Your hush puppies? Yer cakes? Yer babba booies? Yer pirate's booty? Yer cantalopes?"
"Why would you need to check those?" Mindy forgot she was still wearing her hoodie and Harley had no idea how it all turned out so she agreed, after all she was her best friend and the only person she could share this with without getting yelled at. She removed her hoodie and Harley's tongue rolled out her mouth; she made barking noises, a kind of, 'WOOoooooffff. Woooffffffff.' She helped Mindy out of her shirt to get a look at that special bra she got her.
"Promise you won't laugh?"
Harley felt a lump in her throat, "Laugh? I would never laugh at you, Min."
Mindy smiled and unhooked her bra, Harley's eyes practically sparkled seeing those delicious flesh balloons and icing pink nipples. She kneaded them in her hands, spouting her medical expertise, "Have ta check for lumps!" Mindy moaned, enjoying the weird feeling of someone's else's hands feeling her up, really digging how Harley paid them so much attention; she even sniffed them, weirding Mindy out a little. What was even weirder was when she spit on one nipple and gave Mindy's boob a little slap and watched it shake, "Sometimes you have to slap a titty. Now let's see what you've got around back!"
Mindy laughed and dropped her pants, Mindy pulled down the thong she gave Mindy to wear not so jokingly with her teeth; Mindy thought she was drunk or something. Next she bent her over the couch a little and felt Mindy's ass up, squeezing that extra junk in the trunk. She desperatly wanted to check this shotgun sound out and got her open palm ready.
"Harley wait!"
Harley didn't listen and gave her three good hard slaps, one caused both of their ears to ring. Mindy knew she would have to leave before trying on the costume because chances were the neighbors heard that. Harley was still confident in going out to fight crime with the little heck raiser and told her when she went to school the next day she should flaunt her body in front of those little stuck up bitches.
The next morning, Mindy strutted down the hallway wearing this tiny yellow blouse with these frills that made her boobs stick out to everyone even more; she never heard so many, 'DAYUMS' in her life. She heaved her chest forward too, getting the reactions Harley told her about. She swayed her hips; something she wasn't used to but it did make her feel kind of powerful when a guy wasn't watching where he was walking and slammed his head into a locker.
She met Brooke and her little clique of mean girls. Like the old west they had a stare down.
Brooke looked at this Frankenstein monster smugly and said, "You should change your name."
"Excuse me?"
"I don't think Mindy McCready is a good pornstar name ya know? How about Lexi Buttocks or Elsa Juggs?"
"I'm not a pornstar," Mindy, said, frowning.
Brooke looked her up and down and said, "Could've fooled me." Her and her girls continued walking, pushing the newly stated bimbo aside, "You'll never be like us, McCready no matter how much you try!"
Mindy looked herself over in Harley's mirror after school; unsure if Big Daddy would've approved of her new look. Harley came up behind her and hugged her waist, groping her a little to make her smile.
"You look like a million bucks, kiddo."
"You think so?"
"Well maybe your hooters spill out a little."
Mindy smirked, showing a tiny dimple in her cheek, "That's OK, I think it looks awesome."
The two went out to find any crime they could, agreeing to flee back to Harley's apartment if things got too hairy like a police standoff, couldn't afford having Marcus finding out she was up to her old ways. Mindy only took a few ninja stars and two ankle holstered pistols, giving herself more permission to do hand to hand combat.
"If it gets ugly just stay behind me," she told Harley in a serious, husky and downright adorable voice that made Harley shudder. As they walked one of the scummiest alleys in the city they noticed some attention they were getting from some women of the night waiting in the red light district; it never occurred to Mindy until she saw their reflection in some store front glass that they looked like some pretty weird prostitutes. The real ones laughed their asses off at them, Mindy pulled Harley along when she saw her given them the finger.
"When do we start busting heads?" Harley asked with a yawn; it had been a whole ten minutes and they hadn't seen anything.
"The trick is to wait in the shadows and then pounce on some low life sticking up a woman with a big purse," said Mindy, punching her fist into her hand, visualizing the carnage.
"Sounds exciting. Can't wait to see you in action," Harley smiled while pulling a string of pink bubble gum stuck in between her teeth.
Mindy wasn't sure why she liked the way she did that, she hated gum, "Yeah I can't wait to see you too."
They sat together in a fire escape they found with a good vantage point seeing a dimly lit parking lot that was mostly empty; Mindy used her father's old set of night vision binoculars to seek out trouble.
"You love this huh?" Harley asked, looking Mindy over, getting another free sniff of her golden locks of hair.
"Yes. When I'm Hit Girl I feel more like me."
"Well to me I've always been Harley Quinn. It just has a ring to it ya know?"
"I wouldn't really use a name so close to my real one."
"Yeah but no one would ever expect it, right?"
Mindy couldn't really argue with that so she just nodded. After a few more agonizing minutes, it looked like it was hopeless that anything would happen and crime was recently up 25%.
"Harley thank you for everything you've done for me."
"Aw, no problem, Min. You have a lot of potential not like those other brats."
Mindy bowed her head, "Brooke said I'd never be like them."
Harley razed, "Because she has a silver spoon up her ass! Watch she'll get pregnant right out of high school and she'll be forced to marry whatever loser knocked her up. She won't get to do all the things she wanted to, she'll get fat, won't go to school or get a job, she'll just be another rich princess mooching off her parents."
Mindy laughed a little, imagining Brooke's future crumbling before her eyes, "Yeah."
"Whatever happened with you and that girl you were into?"
"Huh? Oh...," Mindy almost blanked on her supposed crush, "Yeah she...she's not out and she's worried about her parents. She called me a dyke in front of a bunch of people."
Harley scowled, "Fucking cunt!"
They both laughed, Harley was interrupted when Mindy tapped her arm, she quieted up real quick, "Five of them," she handed Harley her binoculars.
Harley saw them, not really big dudes but they were all in sweat pants and wife beaters, covered in tattoos and cornering a woman, "I don''t see no big purse."
"That's fine," said Mindy, taking back her binoculars, "You ready?"
"Let's fuck 'em up!"
Harley jumped down onto the street, not letting Mindy lead and ran at the goons with her bat ready to slug.
"Harley wait up!"
The five wannabe losers had this poor college student in a circle with nowhere to run, she dropped her pepper spray bottle when she first saw one come up behind her at the other end of the lot, it was long gone and she was too afraid to do anything.
"Let us help you."
"Yeah we'll take care of you," the bigger, hairier one said, reaching for her. His hand was broken on contact with Harley's bat, the guy had no time to react, she pummeled him over and over again in the head and back until he was out cold. The other men had switch blades and a broken bottle, one of the switch blade fans grabbed her from behind and tried to get the bat away from her, he suffered a quick bonk on the head but he wasn't letting go of her.
Mindy jumped in doing the splits and kicking two of the scumbags in the head, busting one of their noses in. Harley was caught in the moment, swoon by Mindy's heroism, she almost forgot she was being held by one of those creeps. Mindy danced around like a ballerina, a ballerina with ninja thowing stars. She broke their limbs, smashed one dude's head in and paralyzed another. In Harley's mind she was a total package. A real dreamboat.
"Harley!"
"Huh?" She saw the guy was still holding her, "Right," she elbowed him and spun around with the bat, giving him a perfect smash in the head, "Touch down!"
Mindy attended to the woman, "Are you, ok? I'll call the police. Just stay here."
"You are one lucky broad," said Harley almost mocking her.
She tried saying thank you through tears but Harley hated seeing such a mess of tears and masscara running down her face like that. Mindy turned to Harley, almost scaring her, Harley took a step back thinking maybe she was angry with her.
"That was...that was amazing!"
"Really? Me?"
"Yes you! Both of us" Mindy grabbed a hold of Harley, bringing her in for a hug, ignoring the victim completely, "I forgot how good this felt!"
Harley hugged her back lovingly, picking her up slightly, "Oh, Min."
Then it happened. In the heat of the moment, Mindy kissed Harley's makeup caked cheek. Harley was a little taken off guard and stared back at an equally puzzled Mindy. Victim girl watched them, not sure what to feel until they started kissing, no slobbering, no chewing each others' faces. She thought this crazy night couldn't get any crazier, she said, 'Fuck this' and ran as far away from the parking lot as her legs could take her.
Harley lifted Mindy up, letting her wrap her strong legs around her waist. In the heat of this passion. She took her back over to the fire escape. Roughly she pushed Mindy's back into the wall of the building, not realizing she practically smacked the poor girl's head into it; Mindy didn't seem to mind, the moans she made sounded only of pleasure when she had Harley's tongue in her mouth. Mindy's finger ran through Harley's hair, getting a nice clump in her hand she pulled a little roughly. Harley bit down on Mindy's bottom puffy lip and tugged, Mindy returning the favor. They both stopped and looked into each others' eyes with intense almost angry eyes; venomous bliss.
Mindy only used this this stare as a distraction so she could flip Harley and have her back against the wall, ripping the rest of her shirt with one hand she saw the goods. Harley smiled at how long it was taking her to do anything and wagged her finger, bringing her closer like a little pet doggy. Mindy placed the the other blonde's soft breasts in her hands and squeezed, squeezed hard and kissed both of them, making sure her mouth made a sound.
"Yeah, that's it," Harley cooed.
Mindy was mastering foreplay to the delight of her demented mentor; her hands were like weapons for love. She took what she remembered from fingering Jasmine applying the same care and attention to Harley.
"AH! AH!"
"Oh fuck!" Mindy said, watching Harley, stunned that she was getting such a woman to do that. This went on for several minutes, Mindy kept sliding two fingers into Harley to a rhythm, playing her like an instrument and letting her call out into the dark of night with her tuned orgasm. Mindy was loving the sound of her name being called out by those perfect lips, "Mindy...Mindy...Mindy..."
Harley grabbed Mindy and slammed her back into the wall, ripping the brand new outfit off of her knowing she could sew it all back together later. Mindy's arms were pinned, Harley gave her no word of what she was going to do next just a wink and a smile. She dipped down, getting on her knees, smiling at her crotch now. Mindy gulped, knowing now what she was doing; nervous but excited for it.
Mindy closed her eyes and strained as Harley got intimate with her pussy. "My very pink down here aren't we?" Harley said, as if talking to it. Mindy felt Harley's long tongue make contact with her clit and it felt like a bomb was ready to blow. She couldn't really get a grip holding on the wall but dug her nails into it anyway, breaking a few to brace herself for a tiny explosion. Harley ate her out like she was some kind of oral expert. When she came back up she wiped her mouth and smiled at the now dazed and satisfied Mindy, "Sorry, I'm a coochie monster." Her sick laugh was hard for Mindy to resist. Harley pulled her into a messy kiss, allowing her to taste her sweet self and Harley.
Mindy was feeling more adventurous, it was growing more of a habit the longer she was around Harley. She pulled down a fire escape ladder and took Harley's hand delicately and helped her climb the ladder. She groped her lovely ass in those booty shorts of hers, her way of being more encouraging. Harley laughed, not moving so Mindy gave one of her more exposed cheeks a little smack. Harley laughed and scooted up the ladder with Mindy following closely behind her and getting a really nice view of her, it rivalled the gorgeous view of the city on that rooftop. Both gasped and took in the bright lights of the big apple, it was as romantic as either could imagine. Mindy dipped Harley as if they were ballroom dancing and kissed her with just as much passion. It was time to get Harley out of the little clothing she had on.
It was a cold night and that breeze that high up sent a chill down their spines; both women knew they wouldn't warm up soon. Mindy tried being more smooth, undoing Harley's bra under her shirt rather clumsily. Harley found this charming and ripped the rest of that revealing stripper outfit off of Mindy, spinning her in a comical-magician-like-fashion, leaving her entirely naked and exposed to the elements. In Harley's eyes she saw this all play out like some silent Charlie Chaplin movie and Mindy was her Tramp (So to speak). Mindy was still dizzy when Harley pounced her and pinned her to the roof. Mindy loved the feeling of their bodies touching, Harley certainly had good instinct and started humping her like there was no tomorrow. Mindy of course being the little Casanova like she was wanted to be more in control but she let Harley get this out of her system before ordering her what to do to her.
"Harley...can you...I want you to sit on my face," a term Mindy had heard but never really understood.
Harley was getting all misty eyed, here came the water works, "You mean you want to eat my ass? Oh, Mindy! That's so romantic!"
Mindy was a little less than thrilled, "Uh...maybe later?" Mindy felt guilty looking like she was chickening out.
"Oh that's alright, Min," said Harley with a wide Chershire grin, "I know what you want."
Mindy watched, anxious to see what Harley had up her sleeve. She spun her whole body around and had her pussy in Mindy's face, "Yes!" Mindy said aloud, giving both of Harley's pale cheeks much needed slaps with both hands. Both ate each other out, making noises like two mangy, hungry dogs. Mindy was in love, to her this was a perfect moment, if she was to die right then at least she could die with a smile on her face.
A police helicopter and a local news chopper was in close proximity of the building Harley and Mindy were doing the monster with two backs. The officer riding shotgun in the little chopper got out a megaphone and blasted it at the Channel 6 news chopper.
"GET BACK!"
The two riding in the white channel news chopper scrambled for the little CB device, "Is it true there are two vigilantes?"
The cop got on his CB radio, "That is police business, Ms O'Neil," he said, recognizing the woman sitting in the passenger side of the other chopper when he squinted hard.
Star reporter April O'Neil was not about to give up, "The people have a right to know."
"You have five seconds to get that shit-bird out of here!"
Her cameraman, Vernon, who didn't have a pilot's license was already steering the chopper around, ignoring his boss's pleas.
"But, Vern, wait! This is a top story!"
Vernon sighed and said, "Come on, I'll take you back home to Mikaela."
The police chopper missed the building Harley and Mindy were on, with those propeller blades they couldn't hear the sounds of them cumming.
"OH! OH! MINDDDDDYYYYYYYYYY!"
"HHHHHAAAAAARRRRRRRRLLLLLLLEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY"
As the two writhed on top of each other the Channel 6 news chopper swung around and April was able to snap a few pictures of the roof before Vernon zipped them back out of there. "OK you are not talking me into this again!" Neither had a clue what was even down there but it looked like a delicious scoop to April.
Yes that was April and Vernon from my TMNT/Transformers story Bodacious for a little cameo. More coming! Thanks for reading!