Finally!

"This is really weird, right?" Harley said as she stared down into Lois Lane's face. Their noses were almost touching. "Like, we're about to get fucked by a mutant vegetable strapped to the crotch of a plant-woman who wants to knock us both up."

"I know," Lois breathed. "It feels like we've been waiting for this for weeks, months...forever."

"Yeah, but have we really thought through the complex ramifications to our lives and caree—"

Lois pulled Harley's face down to her in a kiss. Behind them, Ivy lined up her Y-shaped hollow zucchini with both of their pussies. A dribble of pale yellow vegetable-based lubricant helped ease the inch-thick tips past their gates, but Ivy went slow, careful to line things up as well as she could...this needed to go deep inside her prospective babymamas, after all.

Harley was shocked at Lois's tongue invading her mouth—the reporter felt teeth clamp down—and then they relaxed. The reporter felt the criminal's hands wander down over her body. Ivy slid quietly forward as her bitchs made out with one another, their sweat-slick bodies sliding one against the other. Tit to tit, belly to belly...Lois could feel Harley's hard muscled abs against her own soft, flat stomach; the clown princess of crime's slightly bigger breasts rubbing against the reporter's bare handfuls, Lois Lane's bigger nipples dueling with Harley's little hard eraser nubs.

All the while, Ivy pressed forward...and the shafts got thicker further down. Lois could feel little warts or ridges scrape against her walls, and she knew that Harley could feel it too, because the clown shivered as her tiny pale pussy was wrapped taut around the green pseudopenis pushing its way right up to the entrance of her womb.

"By the Green, you're both so hot," Ivy said, and Lois felt pressure on her stomach; the plant-woman was pressing her hands against Harley's ass, grinding their crotches together. "I hope neither of you have any second thoughts, because I'm about to blow already."

Harley broke the kiss. A line of drool connected her lips with Lois. They were panting, half-drunk with sex.

"L-last chance Lane," Harley tried and failed to smile. "K-kid's no joke you know. Going to ruin your figure. Pack on the pounds. Stretch marks. I don't...I don't know..."

Her lower lip quivered. Lois could see the doubt and indecision in Harley Quinn's eyes. Not sure if she was ready for everything that might be entailed if her girlfriend did knock her up.