She stumbles at the line.

Lena panicked, lunging forward and fumbling with her Velma's skirt.

Grabbing the slightly damp waistband, Lena tugged hard, failing to pull it down over the massive modified ass.

After a moment of trying and failing, Lena let out a grunt of equal embarrassment and frustration at her anxiety fueled lapse in common sense, it having cost her precious seconds.

Finally Lena simply flipped up the pleated skirt, revealing a pair of sweaty, white full back panties.

She hadn’t even touched the underwear before a sound akin to a champagne cork rang off to her left with a loud *BANG*, followed by a cry of pain from Harley Quinn “Ah, FUCK!”

Sparing a brief glance at the ensuing carnage, Lena could see Quinn clutching a rapidly bruising eye, glaring at a huge orange buttplug bouncing away a few feet from her.

The clowns Velma meanwhile, had her skirt and panties physically ripped off from the **** of her overstuffed tummy, and was shitting out a pressurized volcano of Chocolate cake in a long unbroken arc, falling to the ground in a snaking pile.

Cruel laughter was tearing through the crowd, and from somewhere behind then Lena could hear the announcer gleefully jeering that- “someone's gonna be eating off of the floor!”

The Harley quickly refocused, kneeling open mouthed over the growing pile of chocolate, knees sinking deep into the mess, and catching the torrent of fudge in her face.

Lena watched in sick curiosity as the clowns porcelain pale upper body was quickly smothered in a thick coating of mud-like cake.

The announcer cried out, seemingly overjoyed “Well! If we were judging todays competition on style-points we would have a strong contender right here!”

Lena spared another glance to the other side, trying to suppress the panic shakes that had begun rattling her lithe frame.

The Mrs. Incredible on her right had done a slightly better job in managing Velmas pressurized colon, but not by much.

One of the older woman’s fists was firmly mashed between the Velma's cheeks through her panties, her enlarged ass fat enough to envelop most of her forearm.

Each side of the panties were rapidly filling with cake, and further drippings of liquid were flowing down into the crotch, the underwear turning a deep brown as Mrs. Incredibles fist couldn’t completely stop the flow.

*slorp* schlop* *shlooooorp*

The air filled with the sounds of messy eating as Lena watched her sucking from either side of the overflowing underwear, smearing her face with a kaleidoscope of multiple types of sticky fudge.

A punch to the back of her head broke Lena out of her dawdling, and sent her face-first into her meal with the squelch of sweat and a pained squeal from the gagged detective.

In another life Lena might have envied the chance to be smothered with an ass like this, but such thoughts were far from her mind as she spit an amount of chocolate flavored sweat from her mouth and wiped her eyes.

Looking up, she could see the unexpected pressure of her own body weight had been enough to disturb the seal of the buttplug; she could practically see the Velmas entire body quaking in anticipation as a steady stream of chocolate liquid was beginning to stain the crack of the once lily white panties.

The announcers warning of having to eat anything that fell to the floor was fresh on Lena's mind, as she could hear rather than see, the Harley Quinn beside her begin to eat the pile of cake like a ravenous wild dog, much to the crowds delight.

Humiliation was practically Lena's lifestyle at this point, not a day went by without being **** to perform some horrible act for her Master. Still, there were some things she would prefer to avoid at all costs, and sucking an ass smoothie off of a dingy wooden stage at a county fair, was one of them.

Erring on the side of caution, Lena ripped the darkening panties off of her target, and lifted them high above her head, opening her mouth, and wringing them out like a stubborn towel refusing to dry.

*squelch*

An entire mouth-fulls worth fell all at once, impacting the back of her throat first and filling her mouth with a sharp, salty chocolate flavor that cloyed her every sense, even the ensuing exhale from her nose brought with it a miasma of sweaty ass cake.

"GAUGHe!-" Lena couldn't help but cry out, it felt like her saliva had been all at once replaced with chocolate syrup, chased with a shot of salt water.

The few drops that escaped her mouth dripped onto her body like icicles, losing their imbued body heat immediately and stinging her skin in the cold air.

Growing cries of pain in front of her made Lena look up in time to see the fist sized buttplug holding back a torrent of solid cake was slowly *creeeaking* out of its own accord, and was quickly reaching its widest point.

Lena tried to push back against it, holding the plug in place in a **** bid to postpone the dreaded task despite a voice in the back of her mind screaming, begging her to get it over with out of fear of the fate she might meet were she to lose.

It was no use in any case, the plug wouldn't give her a centimeter, it felt like she was pushing up against a brick wall, and the harder she pushed in vain, the only thing that was accomplished was increasing the sound and desperation of Velma's frantic sobbing.

The plug was only coming out, there was no hope in preventing it any longer, Lena would have find a plan quickly.