Pruning the weed

“…off you dyke of a demigoddess! For the last time, I’ll never join this attractive loser’s harem of superbitches or whatever the fuck you call it!”

This yelling arose you from your slumber, finding yourself back on Sappho’s bluff. There you noticed yourself again wedged within Hippolyta’s titanous bosom, though this time peering outward towards a raging Poison Ivy, with Harley at her ankle pleading her to stop.

C’mon Red, at least give it a try, we could be slutsisters! Twin aunties to our special little guy over there!” she points to you, your grandma stroking your lengthy chode, the action assuaging your worries and keeping you calm in this time of chlorophyll crisis.

“He’s not special and you’re not his aunt. You’re my girlfriend and you should start acting like it!”

“But we broke up amicably a year ago because you were too commanding in the relationship…”

“Well I’m commanding that you get back in the relationship, and stay there while I use this spazz’s spunk to take over the world!” Ivy turned to Hippolyta, who was looking off to space, caught up in thinking about what’s coming next. “Hey, Mrs. ‘Clearly less powerful than The Green’. Send me back to my apartment right now, or I turn this whole island into a garden state.”

“As you wish, Ms. Isley. You shall be sent home in less than a split second.” And with a puff of green smoke, Ivy was… still there, her face stuck in a smug ‘I already know I’m going to win’ kind of expression. Hippolyta sat up to behold the frozen floozy. “From your perspective, HA! What’s really humorous is The Green knew of the convergence, and she’s wholeheartedly on board with our efforts.”

“Woah, are you going full Medusa on us, Polly?” Harley asked, tugging on Ivy’s toga to see if- nope, not stone. Hippolyta left you on the couch and walked up to the confused clown.

“Quite the contrary Harleen. I’ve brought you back here to breathe new positive life into this… problem posey,” she put her arm around the harlequin’s shoulder, unknowingly(?) honking her boob in the process. “You see, on your journey you will assuredly meet ladies with… inconvenient worldviews. They are completely convinced that their way is best, and while many can be reconvinced, and the vast majority are non-powered and therefore irrelevant to the equation, an annoyingly-stalwart few seek to undermine our common goal.”

“Like Roxy and the bat-brat?”

“They fell into the more manageable types, you and Kara being more than able to help them see the light without my intervention. No, I speak of those like Poison Ivy here, whose abilities are potent enough to back up their skewed ambitions. But, with the haremetic energies you have accrued, my magic is able to reach into the source scrolls that make up Pamala’s very being, and change her into something more favorable through way of mind, body, and even heart.”

Harley was taken aback. “So let me get this straight, you’re saying that, because Red here doesn’t want to take Puddin’s funky fellatiator, we’re gonna transmogrify her mentally, physically, and emotionally until she does? …that’s AWESOME!!! I always thought Ives could stand for some more fun in her life, and this’ll **** her to take it! Let’s get started!”

“I knew you were depraved enough for the job,” the demigoddess beamed, moving her other hand to Harley’s other breast and beginning to pleasure them in earnest. “Now all you need to do is tell me what to change about your ex-girlfriend, and I’ll implement them into her soul codex toot sweet~”

“Wh- *moan* What? Me say what changes? Don’t cha wan- *moooaan* shouldn’t Mistah J be the one who tells you how ta bimbofy this bit- *MOOOAAAANNN* oh god you’re good at this~”

“Thank you Harleen, I take pride in my work,” Hippolyta responded, now tweaking Quinn’s cute little nipples from underneath her reacquired toga. “As for your qualms, your master’s job in his own harem is to reel in new females, pound them into submission and then be waited on hand and puss by his rightfully claimed peons. YOUR job, put simply, is to facilitate! Keep things interesting, always be on the lookout for new conquests and, most importantly, use whatever salacious off-beat idea you can muster to give your puddin the most pleasurable experience possible~”

“Well when you put it like that~~~” Harley leaned into the queen of the Amazons’ ear, returning the favor by fingering her royal pussy through her silken dress. Five hot minutes later, the two sealed their plan with a passionate kiss. “-and then just don’t forget to wake me up first!”

“It’s perfect Harleen, your sexual insanity makes even the goddesses above blush,” Hippolyta said, readjusting her disheveled outfit to something slightly more presentable. “I shall have those changes up and running by the time you all wake up. And just to be clear, we only had barely enough girl-power to do this to her, so do not expect to be able to waltz in to the Hall of Justice and do this to the league. Feel accomplishment in taking females the old fashioned way~”

Awakening back upon the greenhouse floor, you saw Poison Ivy turned around, looking for something, her still-disappointingly flat ass stuck high in the air.“Where did it- oh, you’re *smack* awake,” Ivy deadpanned, licking her lips all the while. Her skin was also turning paler and paler, not that she paid it any mind. “Well it doesn’t matter. Once I find it *smack* or just **** a new one out of the source *dry gulp* I’ll be unstoppab- *smack smack* ugh, why am I so-”

“Thirsty?” Harley said, having pretended to wake up at the same time as everyone else, and popping up to Ivy’s left. “Here Red, this’ll set ‘cha straight!”

“Well thank you, Quinn. Glad to see you finally rejoin the winning side,” she held the dish Harley handed her and took a sip, eyes widening as this was the tastiest, most intoxicating liquid she’s ever had. She kept going, the substance so thick that she had to start licking deep into the edges, until the entire thing was clean and slick with spit. “Mmmhhhh~ so creamy and delicious! I’d do anything for more. What was that?” Ivy asked, her lips unknowingly plumping up and turning the same dark green as her eyes.

“Just your sample,” the clown giggled, holding up the now empty Petri dish. Ivy tried to stay stonefaced as she turned to you, her new fat, puffy lips belying her true thoughts as a thin line of drool rolled down her mouth, now permanently stuck in a slightly pursed O shape. Harley went over to her ex-lover, kneading her shoulders while slowly bending her down to her knees. “What’s wrong Ives, having a hard time reconciling this new thirst for ball-batter? It’s okay, you can have as much of my puddin’s pudding you can take! Go on, have a taste~”

Despite wanting nothing to do with it just five minutes ago, Pamala tentatively kissed the tip of your fuck-log, hearts forming in her eyes as her new purpose In life immediately took hold. She went deeper, her big bimbo lips taking more and more of your magnanimous cock. Within her constantly drooling orifice, you could feel her tongue gliding around your hog, trying desperately to coax another glob of goodness into her waiting throat.

“Go on puddin, give ‘er a squirt~” Harley was behind you, bare breasts and pussy pressed against your back, holding on nap-sack style to whisper up into your ear. “I know ya like to drown your bitches in your funky chunky spunky at the end, but trust me. You’ll be glad you gave Red here a little preview of your slime tsunami~”

Not one to ignore the suggestion of a jester jiggling her giblets on your generality, you shot a single, small twenty five-gallon jizz-blast into the gaping maw of the seductive seedrian before you.

SLUUURT~

“MMMMHHHH-mmph?”

But, instead of bloating her belly as it usually does, your creamy ball-sludge seemed to go anywhere but, causing a transformation quite titillating. Her lips swelled further, as did her breasts, growing fuller and fuller until each were bigger than her head. Not to be left out, her previously tight butt plumped up into an ass so fat, you could crush even the largest watermelon between its accompanying thighs. Her waist cinched, creating an hourglass figure most supermodels would gain superpowers through a freak accident and turn to a life of crime for.

“Ngh… what’s… happening to me… *moan*” Poison Ivy asked, put into a state of unending euphoria as the final changes set in. She grew taller, now a full head-and-a-half taller than you, which conveniently puts you always at breast height. Her straining bodysuit started to melt, eventually reforming into a strapless dark-green dress, stopping just below the hips with a zig zag cutout pattern. Her sensible footwear was replaced with high heel pumps, with matching gloves and choker settling into place as well. Her hair went from a disappointingly rotten-pumpkin orange to an enchanting rose-like red, a cute leaf popping into life on the top of her head to complete the look. Finally, like a delicate flower blooming in the springtime, Ivy’s panties rolled back and poofed away into pollen, implying her every orifice shall remain open to you at all times. Especially this times, as you began lining up your magnanimous dong up to her wet slot.

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“It’s simple sweetheart,” Harley explained, sliding down to meet her newly-bimbofied bestie, getting a feel for her new titanic tits along the way. “Believe it or not, The ol’ Hipply and I realigned your chemical makeup to suit my wants and Mistah J’s needs! Y’see I always thought it weird that, despite being a leaf lady, ya still staunchly went for eating meat! So I turned you into a real-deal plant monster, with one key difference. Now, instead of water and sunshine, you need semen and submission in order to grow up big and sexy, and it seems ya already got plenty of both,” she started spreading the viney vixen’s legs so you had full access to the fruit that lay within. “Now stop thinking about world domination plans, your brief distaste of the concept of males… really just stop thinking at all. You’re a plant now, babe, so aaaaalll you have to worry about is POL. LIN. A. TION~”

You pushed your meaty bludgeon deep into the botanical bitch’s tight-but-inviting pussy hole, joining Harley as you both started sucking on Ivy’s commanding teats (they were probably the only ounce of command she had left). You were only somewhat surprised to feel juice squirt out of her massive mammaries, tasting like rich coconut milk. Pamala began to yell as the tit-juice rejuvenated you, gearing you up for one of the biggest loads you’ve ever done.

“OOOOHH MY GREEN! IT’S BEEN TILLED! HARLEY, YOU WERE RIIIIGHT! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT THIS MAN ANYMORE! FORGET THE WORLD, I’M THE ONLY BITCH THAT NEEDS CONQUERING! PLEASE MASTER, CUM INSIDE AND CLAIM ME AS YOUR POTTED POCKET-PUSSY! BURY YOUR STAMEN INTO MY WAITING PETALS AND POLLINATE MY BODY WITH YOUR INCREDIBLE SEEEEEEED~~~”

Pumping in and out even harder and faster, you felt the once independent and ostentatious Poison Ivy submissively but firmly wrap her legs around your torso, making it clear she could never think of any scheme beyond pleasing your ginormous girth ever again.

SPLOOOOOOO-UUUUUUURRRRRRRTTTT~~~~

“OOOOOHHHH-AAAAAHHHHNNNNNN~~~”

You slowly pulled out of Pamala’s still pulsating puss, the last splurts of cream land on her hair and breasts, the gunk still getting absorbed and causing a few more inches of growth. “Now that was girlfriend material,” Harley complimented, sitting on her ex’s blissed-out face, getting a pleasant surprise as the barely conscious florist started licking, giving the jester some much needed TLC. “Ooh, this too! Too bad you missed your chance Red, now you’re just a distant memory for me, and another waiting hole for Mistah J here~”

“Mhhhh-hhhhmn,” Ivy responded with tacit approval, barely even remembering who Harley is beyond head mistress.

“Now Puddin, while you keep cummin’ in this plant pervert here, seeing just how bloated your new bitch can get,” Harley started as she stood up from Pamala’s now soaked face. “Imma gonna make a call, cause if’n this here greenhouse’s gonna be our new, even temporary, HQ…” she looks to the excess of flora, all of them getting into each other’s space and not allowing any of them to truly flourish. “We’re definitely gonna need some redecorating~”