Make Harley HIS Goon

"I wish you were MY henchslut, Harley, **** for my approval and happy to do whatever I tell you to do," John said.

"Oh fu..." Harley said, then her eyes went wide as the stone thrbbed in her erstwhile goon's hand.

Harley giggled and stared adoringly at her new boss.

"That was a great wish, Mr. J!" She declared. "I'm gonna be the best henchslut ever for you! What do you want me to do? You want I should go rob a jewelry store? Or maybe, like, go hit the boy wonder with a hammer?"

John grinned, amazed that it actually worked, HE was the boss now! And Harley Quinn had to do anything he told her to do. ANYTHING!

He looked his former boss up and down in her skimpy costume. No way was he wasting this on a jewelry store job.

"We gotta strategize," he told his goon girl. "I wish we was back in the lair."

And with a small woosh of displaced air, they were back in the abandoned bowling alley that was Harley's current base of operations. Strike that. It was now JOHN DOE's base of operations!

"Good plan, Mr. J!" Harley praised John. "Stratagy! I never would’ve thought of that!"

"That’s why I'm the boss and you're the goon!" He said. "I just wish you had bigger tits. Like, bigger than Power Girl!"

The stone in John's had throbbed. So did the twin lumps in Harley's tiny white T-shirt, and then they breasted boobily forward, stretching the cotton fabric near to bursting.

"Oh wow, Mr. J!" The enhanced Harley exclaimed, "You made my titties ginormous!"

"I did," he agreed. "You should thank me!"

"Thank you for the funbags, Mr. J!" She exclaimed, then shook her new massive titties in appreciation.

"Now what kind of crime are we gonna do, Mr. J?" She asked. "Should I use my new titties to distract the guards while you rob Gotham Savings & Loan?"

"Harley, you bimbo, you remember that you're a goon now, right?" He said, exasperated that she still hadn’t figured out where this was headed.

"Of course, Mr. J!" She said. "I'm your henchslut! I'm your loyal goon!"

"So stop thinking up crimes and start gooning!" He commanded.

"I thought I was gooning!" She said. "I'm being supportive of you doing crime, boss!"

"No, the OTHER gooning!" He clarified. "The gooning where you masturbate without coming until you can't think straight and your face goons out!"

"THAT’S gooning? " Harley said, dumbfounded.

"Course! Ain't you never been on the internet?" John said.

"If you say so, Mr. J!" she said, skeptical but determined to follow her boss's orders.

Then she wiggled out of her tiny shorts and sat down bare-assed on one of the plastic bowling alley chairs and started stroking her pale pink pussy. It didn't take long for her to really get into it, clutching at one of her new massive melons with one hand as her other hand's fingers frantically fucked.

"That’s it, Harley, ya bimbo! " John said. "That what you need. Goons need to goon!"

"Yes...Mr. J!" She panted. "Yes! I'm your goon! I'm your gooning goon!"

"You don't need to think now, do you Harley?" He said. "You're too horny to think! You just do what I tell you and if I'm not telling you to do something, you just stroke that tight little pussy of yours until I decide what to tell you to do!"

"Y.yes, M.mr. j.J!" She said, squirming in her increasingly messy chair, her eyes rolling back in her head as her pigtails shook and her titties trembled. "

"You are such a bimbo goon!" He told her."And I think I've finally decided what your first job is gonna be!"