The three villainesses ran down an alley between a series of apartments, far from the scene of the initial crime. They were all quietly amazed that they had not come across Batman nor any of his brood. Harley led the way, they were nearing their destination. As they ran, Ivy's soft breasts quaked around the two trapped guards, her strong pheromones nearly sapped them of the will to struggle. The third guard was too terrified to be affected by her feminine powers as he fell further from her breasts, down her costume.
That lone guard screamed as he slid down the taunt stomach of Poison Ivy, struggling in vain to try and grip the smooth flesh or the taunt material of the leotard that covered her skin. He continued to slide down the one-piece garment until he collapsed into a thick series of dark red vines that whipped and pulled at him as he slid past until he became trapped in them, dangling before Ivy's plump and moist vulva.
"Oh..." the titanic redhead moaned, slowing her running pace slightly, "it appears a naughty bug has found its way into my bountiful garden."
"What'd ya mean, Red?" Harley asked, pausing her with her sack of loot to look back at her partner. She followed Ivy's gaze down between the green covered legs. She could barely see a small form wiggling between her best friend's legs. Harley's eyes widened with realization and anger. "Oh! So the little guy is gettin fresh is he? Want me to pound him for ya Red?" Harley offered, dropping her bag and flexing her bicep through her tight jester outfit.
Ivy chuckled, her laughter causing her breast to batter the tiny men between them. "That won't be necessary, Harl. I have another way of tending to him." Ivy said, seductively, biting her lower lip slightly in anticipation of what she was planning.
"Oh, and what would that be?" Catwoman demanded, lacking the patience for the other two villainesses banter.
"Did I ever tell you that my favorite plant is the Venus Fly Trap? Such a wonderful creature, it draws its prey into its mouth and drowns them in its juices to consume them. And you know what it's opening reminds me of?" Ivy said before running a finger along the bulge between her legs.
The security guard was having a hard time breathing over the increasing juices that seeped from the giant woman's wet lips that he dangled from. He felt the pad of a finger, larger than he was, press against his bag. He screamed in pain as the pubic hairs that he was tangle in pulled his arms in resistance to the pressure of the finger. His arms slid roughly out of the hairs as he was pressed deeper into the hot, wet womanhood of Poison Ivy. Her powerful pheromones surrounded him on all sides as he fought to keep from being pressed further. The more he fought and the deeper he got, the weaker his will got. Her juices dripped and flowed around him as her strong muscular walls pulled him deeper, taking him away from her cloth covered finger, his only way out. As he lay there, being kneaded by her muscles, he slowly stopped struggling as her juices and scent began to feel him. He would only move when her muscles squeezed him, seemingly determined to force every last ounce of energy out of him.
Ivy sighed, content at this turn of events. She could feel the will of the tiny guard being sapped by her enhanced pheromones. His struggles growing weaker with each passing second. She opened her eyes and saw that Harley and Catwoman were starring at her, Harley wide-eyed and slack-jawed, Catwoman with an amused smirk.
"Holy shit, Red. That was crazy!" Harley said in admiration and awe.
Catwoman rolled her eyes and teasingly added "Can we go now or are you going to start moaning in the alley, waking the entire neighborhood?"
"Well, Catwoman, some of us like to enjoy our sensual sides," Ivy huffed, crossing her arms causing her breasts to press together around the tiny men. Ivy slowly walked up to the feline themed woman, moving one arm away from her chest to stroke across Catwoman's own as she leaned in closer to her masked face. "Perhaps when we settle in tonight, I can help you enjoy yours."
Catwoman rolled her eyes, pressing a hand against Ivy's breast, putting more pressure on the tiny prisoners, as she pushed Ivy away.
"Save the sweet talk for when we are safely in your hideout." Catwoman purred, turning to look at Harley who was leaning against a wall beside a door. "How far is it?"
Harley straightened up and slipped a hand down the front of her jester outfit, retreiving a key on a chain. She slipped the key into the lock on the door and pushed it open. "We're here! Red and I own the whole building!"
"Perfect." Catwoman said with a smile, drawing out the r slightly. She followed Harley into the building, with Ivy bringing up the rear, locking the door behind them.
A few minutes later, the three were in a nicely furnished, if modest, two bedroom apartment at the center of the building. Harley sat the bag of loot in another room while Ivy reclined herself onto a plush couch in the living room. Catwoman held the resizer in her hand gently, impatient to see how their prisoners were. Ivy waited until Harley returned, having washed the white clown make up off of her face and pulled her hood back, freeing her now sweaty blonde hair.
Ivy sunk two fingers between her breasts and pulled out the two docile guards, their skin and clothes dampened from the sweat that built up between her green tinted ivory breasts. Ivy hovered her hand about six inches above the coffee table before her and dropped the tiny men onto the table. They landed in a heap, stunned but okay.
"And the other one?" Catwoman demanded.
Ivy rolled her eyes and slowly traced her left hand down her side, her gaze not breaking from Catwoman, until it reached the leg hole of her leotard. She slid her hands into the opening, the taunt fabric stretching around her hand. She moaned slightly as her fingers slid inside her damp womanhood until she hooked a finger around the tiny man and pulled him out. She dangled his dripping form before her face, wondering if he was still alive. She slid her tongue out and licked some of her juices off of his front. The cool dampness of her tongue sparked some life back into him. She smiled before dropping him onto the table beside his stunned friends with a splat.
"Now what should we do?" Ivy asked taking a deep breath, causing her breasts to swell against her outfit. Catwoman knew Ivy was trying to seduce her, the redhead's pheromones could affect men and women. Fortunately, Catwoman felt that she possessed enough mental fortitude to resist Ivy's charms.
Harley plopped down beside Ivy and leaned down over the tiny men. She playfully poked one of the guards as they tried to stand. Her poke was enough to knock him several inches across the table.
"These little guys are so adorable! I say one of us goes out and gets some more so we can properly play with, I mean experiment, with them and the size thingy!" Harley said, looking from Ivy to Catwoman like a child demanding to go play.
Catwoman looked back at the gun in her hands. She pondered the clown girl's idea. She also thought of shrinking one or both the other women. She wasn't sure if she could trust them. She especially didn't want to be at their mercy. What's a girl to do?
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