Poison Ivy

"You still a boy right? Got the equipment down there? You sure don't look like it though! I can't believe it! I can't wait to tell Ivy about this! She's gonna be in hysterics!"

“You call this an upgrade?!”

Robin barked. He constantly kept adjusting his chest plate but it continued to uncomfortably squish his newfound assets.

“Yes I’m still a boy!” He snarled.

Before Damian could make another **** threat, he suddenly felt hot all over the second she mentioned the word “Ivy." The image of Poison Ivy in her head was enough to trigger the magic to take a firm hold of the boy for some more serious changes.

In front of the blonde’s very eyes, Damian’s skin quickly turned vine green. His short dark hair lengthened dramatically and reddened, curling and styling itself as it fell in front of his face. His Robin uniform faded out of existence, molding into Ivy’s plant based costume. His breasts spilled out larger into the more revealing top, pushing double D’s now. His body smoothed out everywhere, any trace of hair being lost as he grew taller and his torso became longer. His waist cinched inward with his hips and ass belling put into a pair of thick thighs.

Damian wrapped his manicured fingers around his fleeting masculinity, his manhood receding back into him as the costume moved to cover his newly formed genitals.

“Ha—Harley!”

Damian screamed in Ivy’s voice. She was Ivy through and through, exactly as Harley pictured her (though her perverted imagination made Ivy out as slightly bustier than she actually was).

“Look at what you did to me!”

She tugged at the leafy costume she now wore, her face especially red now.

"HOLY SHIT!"

"Y-You're the spittin' image of my gf!"

Harley came in close, squishing her embarrassed green face, stroking her red hair, and finally cupping the new woman's round breasts. Everything was the real deal. Firm, too. Harley was almost flustered with how hot Poison Ivy turned out before realizing with much glee that Robin must be twice as flustered.

“H-hey! Stop touching me!”

Robin defied Harley’s touches, blushing all the while. She tensed up when Harley touched her breast, an alien feeling shooting electricity directly to her brain. This just made Harley’s newfound power all the more horrifying. She could change everything about someone just by thinking it? And she was at her mercy…

"Well, that's...surely something!" Harley excitedly exclaimed.

"So it's not just limited to little things. Whatever my mind thinks up, you become it!"

The possibilities were quite literally limitless, and both the clown princess of crime and the former-boy-wonder knew it.

"You have anything to say, Ivy 2? How do you like my gf's hot bod? Don't be thinkin' perverted thoughts now, she's mine!"

“Ivy 2? That’s not my name, Harley!” Damian snapped.

“Change me back! Now!”

Robin tried to assert herself but her voice was that of a breathy plant goddess. She looked down at her body and felt more embarrassed by the second.

Hearing the brat's words come out of Poison Ivy's mouth was entertaining at first, but it starting to wear thin on Harley.

"Yeah, I love my gf and all, but I don't want to tempt myself."

Harley said turning away from 'Poison Robin.'

"You got her looks, but the personality just ain't there! She would be thrilled to be touched by me!"

Harley had the means, now she just needed some ideas. There were other aspects of this tablet that interested her, but first, she didn't want Robin in the body of her girlfriend.

"Hmm... what to do with you..." Harley muttered before turning back to Robin.

"I'll figure somethin' out, don't you worry! Or my name ain't HARLEY QUINN!"