Chapter 3: Fun and Games
Harley reclined in a single leaf of a giant plant that Ivy had been growing up the center of the garden since their first day there. One sturdy leaf made a nice hammock. She was wearing a very short crop top and shorts that showed off her new pudgy belly and legs. Ivy entered from the back room, looking concerned. Harley knew something was up. Ivy was always checking on something, and she had never explored the top of the facility. She felt like once she knew what was worrying Ivy, the spell would be broken and their living fantasy would have to end.
"Hey there, Red," Harley called, rolling over on the leaf. Her belly jiggled as she moved. Ivy smiled, and all her worries seemed to evaporate immediately. Good, Harley thought. She deserves some fun.
Ivy crawled up alongside Harley on the leaf and kissed her forehead. "Hey yourself." She broke into a giddy smile and said, "Oh my God, you're so gorgeous."
"Aww, ya mean it?" Harley had to laugh. Ivy was breaking into this kind of frank admiration more often recently, and it was really cute. Harley arched up and kissed Ivy, then leaned back again.
Ivy squeezed a roll of fat on Harley's side. "Your belly's getting so big."
"I know!" Harley brought up her left leg. "Look how chunky my thighs have gotten, too." Ivy noticed how Harley's shorts actually dug into her thighs. "They're so jiggly!" She demonstrated, and Ivy felt like she was going over the moon. How'd she get so lucky? Harley was loving this as much as she was!
Ivy curled up beside Ivy, resting her head on her shoulder. She ran a finger lightly over Harley's soft belly and lazy circles. She admired every inch of it. Harley looked over at her and said, "Hey, Red, I've been wonderin' about somethin'…"
Ivy froze. Oh no. She was going to ask about what was going on. She wouldn't lie. She couldn't. She'd tell her about the hostages, and how she'd had to let one go at the start of the week to buy them some time. And how the night before the big breakfast in bed, her plan to pit Penguin and Black Mask against each other had erupted into a full-scale gang war, which would keep the GCPD and Batman occupied for a long time. She sighed. It was time to come clean.
Harley asked, "You can control your plants so well 'cause you can sense them, right? Like, what they feel and such?"
"Um, uh, yes. That's right," Ivy spluttered out. This was a relief.
Harley plucked a juicy piece of fruit off a branch in arms reach and smirked. "I wonder…" she mused.
"Come on, out with it!" Ivy said jokingly. They both laughed.
Harley patted her stomach. "Then can you feel what's in here?"
Ivy paused. She hadn't thought of that before. Now that she was thinking about it, though, she realized she could. Faintly. "Yeah. I… I can. I guess I always could, but I…"
Before Ivy could finish, Harley thrust the lush fruit in her face. It was deep, deep purple, almost black, and it was shaped like a monstrous pear. Harley waggled it and said, "Focus on this, why don't ya? Real hard…" Ivy let all her attention zero in on that one piece of fruit. She felt the cool condensation on its skin. She felt how Harley's fingers pressed into the flesh.
Harley suddenly took a big bite out of it, and Ivy felt that too. It was strange, sensing a piece breaking off. She could feel Harley's teeth chomp down on it. Harley's tongue against the mashed bits. Then the walls of Harley's esophagus as she swallowed hard.
Ivy's eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavy. She seemed to be a million miles away. Harley grinned and took another bite and then another, devouring the piece of fruit. She grabbed two more off the branch, one in each hand, and wolfed them down too. Ivy's eyes fluttered open for a second, watching her eat, and then she faded back into whatever ecstasy she was experiencing.
What Ivy felt now was all of those pieces of fruit, pushing up against each other in Harley's stomach. Packing in. Getting tighter and tighter.
Harley kept going. She was five pieces in now, and she was feeling really bloated. Lunch hadn't been that long ago. She shifted so she could reach another tree. This one grew what could be approximated to bananas—one of Ivy's special breeds, of course, but close. Harley unpeeled one and wolfed it down. Then another. Then another. She tossed the peels onto the garden floor below. She belched. Her hands were shaking a little.
Ivy felt Harley's stomach stretching. She could actually feel the bottom sliding down, pressing against her other organs. It felt thick and heavy, and it was wonderful.
Finally, Harley had to stop her rampaging chow-down. She couldn't take another bite. She let the half-eaten banana in her hand fall to the floor and flopped back onto the leaf. Her belly was painfully stuffed. She let out a small burp and then a really big one. That helped, but only a tiny bit. Ivy nestled back up against her, her arm falling limply across Harley's massively swollen gut. Harley chuckled. Ivy sure was having a wild time. She kept squirming, and her mouth hung open. It looked like she was… Harley grinned wickedly and slid her fingers along the waistband of Ivy's pants, then unbuttoned them. Her eyes opened halfway, and she smiled back at Harley.