[Request] Harley's Heists

Catwoman slinked under the laser, squashing her boobs against the museum floor and arching her round ass into the air, the black spandex pulled at her body, tightening up into her asscrack and around her pussy lips.

She stood up next to the display case, the golden goblet sitting on its red cushion. The moonlight shining down from the skylight above made the artifact glow in the otherwise dark museum.

She licked her lips and began cutting at the glass case with her claws, making a round circle. Reaching inside, she pulled out the goblet, holding it up to her face.

“GERONIMOOO!!!” an unmistakable Brooklynn accent screamed through the night, causing Catwoman to almost drop the goblet.

With a crash, the skylight shattered and Harley Quinn, dressed in her red and black jumpsuit, dove toward Catwoman. A rubber bungee cord was connected to her ankle.

She dropped in front of the stunned Catwoman for a split second.

“And I’ll take that!” Harley said, plucking the goblet from her hands.

SPROING

The bungee cord snapped back, and Harlet was yanked up through the broken skylight and onto the roof.

“WHEEEeeEE!!” she squealed.

Catwoman reached for her whip around her waist. A snarl curled across her face.

“I’ll teach you to cut in on my job!” she said.

She swung her arm back, ready to pursue when.

bbRRBBGGgbbb

Catwoman’s arching, athletic form folded, doubled over. Her face twitched. Her stomach gurgled and bubbled, tectonic plates shifting in her guts, trembling weight bumping and crashing its way to her ass.

Harley’s head poked over the side of the skylight. The jester ears of her hat dangled down.

“Not having such a fun time, are ya?” she grinned. “I though you’d make a play for this thing, so I slipped you a little laxative surprise. Shame there’s no litter boxes around, ain’t it?”

Catwoman was sweating. Her knees knocked together.

PHHHrrbBBBBbrrrBgggll

Her ass grumbled and farted. Her rectum and bowls stretched inside to accommodate the boiling, burning, bursting weight draining her strength with its horrible cramping pain. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper of her catsuit, but the zipper didn’t budge.

“Oh! And I put a little glue on your zipper,” Harley chirped. “You know what they say! A little dab will do ya!”

Catwoman crumpled into a squat. Her hands grasped at her asscheeks, holding them together.

“Harlleyyy…..” she hissed.

Harley waved goodbye, “Catch you on the flip side!” she said, vanishing.

PPHHrrbbBBRrTTTt

Rumbling farts made her cheeks quake. Catwoman shuddered, trying to hold her ass closed, trapped in her catsuit. She squinted, biting her lip, holding on in her losing battle.

SSPPLLpppBBRRTTCCHH

Shit exploded out of her, wrenching her asshole open, rushing through with ultra-fast slimy friction. The seat of her catsuit filled instantly. Doughy, gooey, steaming shit stretched out her costume like a fat diaper. The tacky, burning filth coated the inside of her asscheeks, clinging to her trembling, rippling, still shitting globes.

SSPLLRRTTCCHHHH

Curled like a shitting cat, Catwoman panted. She teetered on her toes, rocking back and forth. The seat of her suit expanded with each ropey escaping turd, growing larger and larger, weighing her down.

Her arms flailed and her eyes bulged as she suddenly lost her balance. She reached forward grasping at air, but the weight at her ass was too much…

SSPPRRLLATTT!!!

The ass of her catsuit popped like a balloon. Milk chocolate covered feces exploded everywhere, behind her in a horrific fanning explosion and back up her suit, reaching up and invading her, shit rising up and splashing between the skin-tight material and her body.

Face burning bright red, Catwoman slowly rose from the floor. Her sticky shit clung to her, vile muddy filth stretching while she stood up.

She looked back in despair at her ass. The entire backside of her suit was exploded, and her bare ass would have been completely on display. That is, if it wasn’t for the inches of warm squashed poop coating her buttcheeks.

***

“All right, I don’t want any of that funny stuff, you hear!”

Harley strutted around the bank lobby on the heels of her feet. The bank patrons were tied up on the floor. The tellers scrambled to unload bundles and bundles of cash into big sacks for Harely Quinn.

Harley waved her revolver around. The barrel was gigantic, round, and cartoony. “If any of youse so much as move… Blam! Right between the eyes.”

The patrons trembled on the ground.

With a crash, the back doors were kicked open by a stiletto heel. Zatanna burst into the room, sparkling with magic. She wore her trademark tuxedo leotard and fishnet tights.

“EZEERF!” Zatanna commanded, speaking backwards.

“Whoop!” Harley cartwheeled out of the way just as a ray of light shot from Zatanna’s wand. With Harley out of the way, the ray hit one of the bank tellers, making them freeze in place.

“HEY!” Harley shouted. “I think it’s time for you to clam up!”

BLAM

She fired her revolver, but a bullet didn’t shoot out. Instead, a giant pink gumball bounced out.

Zatanna instinctually guarded herself with her hands, but the gumball wasn’t flying at her. It struck one of the bank lobby’s marble pillar, ricocheting, flying off, and bouncing again off the walls and ceiling.

Zatanna’s head flew around, trying to follow the gumball.

SPLAT

It hit her in the side of her face, exploding into gummy goo. The impact sent Zatanna flying to the ground onto her hands and knees.

“MMNNrRRGG!!” Zatanna growled. The bottom half of her face was completed covered with the sticky gum. She pried at it with her hands, only succeeding in getting her fingers caught in the sticky gum.

“You know, I always wondered how you fought crime in that get up,” Harley said, standing over the struggling Zatanna, whose hands and mouth were completely bound.

“It looks like it rides up something awful!” with her quip, Harley grabbed Zatanna’s leotard around the waist and pulled, yanking the fabric right up her ass and pussy.

“MMrrNNNN!!!” Zatanna screamed. Her eyes crossed from the sharp pain of violating fabric. Her fishnet tights scratched at her insides, leaving stinging rugburns. Her ass felt like it would be split in half, right down the crack.

“Wow! I always wanted a yo-yo!” Harley laughed, bouncing Zatanna up and down from her leotard. Zatanna’s eyes watered. The strip of fabric was becoming thinner and tighter, digging deeper and deeper, until..

SNAP!

Zatanna collapsed to the ground, bonking her head on the marble, stars orbiting around her head.

***

“MMMnnMM!!!” the captive bank patrons shouted through their gags.

The police weren’t looking at them, though. Their eyes were on the squirming super hero in the center of the lobby.

Zatanna’s leotard and tights were ripped apart at below the waist. She was on her hands and knees. Her naked jiggling ass in the air, wiggling her hips in distress. Juices dripped down onto the floor. Between her legs, Harley had left a present. Zatanna’s wand was shoved all the way up her exposed pussy. No matter how much she wiggled, it wouldn’t fall free.

Zatanna fumed on the floor, turning violent tomato red all over, unable to escape the smooth, prodding shape of her wand all the way through her, pressing at her limits.

***

“Catch me if you can, coppers!” Harley, carrying a big bag of loot, dashed at full speed through the screaming crowd, bouncing and dashing over parked cars. The police ran after her, but they were lost her as she somersaulted off a parked Buick and out of sight.

Harley ran down an alleyway. She looked over her shoulder, laughing. Then she turned and looked in front of her.

Wonderwoman, stood at the far end of the alleyway. The seven-foot-tall amazon had her hands on her hips, flexing, frowing.

“EeeP!” Harley squawked. She tried to stop and turn around, but her feet skidded on concrete. She tripped, tumbling forward, rolling toward Wonderwoman, her hand blinding reaching out.

Her fingers hooked into Wonderwoman’s cleavage, sinking right into the golden bra at the top of the costume.

As Harley fell toward the pavement, her hand yanked down on Wonderwoman’s suit. Her boobs sprung free, almost doubling in size now that they were freed from her metal bra.

Gasping, Wonderwoman grabbed at her bouncing boobs, her hands struggling to grasp their sheer size while Harley’s hand yanked the suit down even further, past Wonderwoman’s rippling abs, hairy pussy, and massive thighs before the suit was just a crumpled mess around Wonderwoman’s ankles.

“Harley…” Wonderwoman growled.

Harley’s eyes were gigantic. She looked up at the fuming, naked, enraged Amazon from the ground, her heart pulsing with lust and fear. Her eyes swam down Wonderwoman’s body, stopping on the fleshy pink nub of her clit.

POW!

Harley’s fist swung up and punched Wonderwoman in her defenseless mound, squashing her clit under her knuckle and yanking at her pussy with the force of her flesh.

“OUGGHH” Wonderwoman gasped, breathless. Sparks in her eyes, her hands left her boobs to grab at her crotch as she doubled over. Her tits hung down like massive udders. Her body shuddered, and her pussy stung with sparking, tingling pain.

“Fun time playing with you!” Harley said. She bounced to her feet and swung a hand at Wonderwoman’s wide, muscular, bent over ass.

SMACCCKK!!

“OUHHH!!” Wonderwoman gasped. She twisted her head in rage, she looked at the bright red handprint decorating her left buttcheek and the acrobatic form of Harley Quinn summersaulting away into the night.