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  • 3 weeks later...

A bit late, but we're here! Katana and Frost take care of business...

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One Week Later…

 

Katana, or Tatsu as her given name really was, and Killer Frost, or Dr. Caitlin Snow when not a super villain, were far from the fattest women on the cruise ship.

 

“Ugh, will you get out of the way so I can go through?” the ice throwing super villain huffed, weakened muscles pushing against trapped blubber and unyielding steel.

 

“No, you get out of the way,” the sword wielding heroine snarled, struggling to push her once nimble body through the door.

 

That didn’t mean either of the pair was thin, hence them both being stuck inside the door to their shared room. Gaining hundreds of pounds in months thanks to Ivy’s plague and enhanced, addicting food had changed them from fighting fit to waddling wide and their minds hadn’t quite realized how wide they’d both gotten. Tatsu, without super powers of her own, was only dimly aware she was twice the size of the vengeance dealing vigilante she’d been and while Frost was well aware of her bulk consciously, still thought of herself as a temporarily bloated size four. So when both 300lb women had tried exiting the narrow cabin door at once, well, them getting stuck was inevitable.

 

“Suck in your stomach,” Frost demanded, sweat forming improbably on her brow as they struggled

 

“I, urk, am. Suck in yours,” the gut heavy Katanna demanded, hauling on the doors with all her might.

 

“I’m sucked into the max,” Frost groaned, “If I relax it at all the ship might break!”

 

Tatsu had switched to a weight lifting exercise regime as cardio got harder, building up muscle beneath her flab. During their week on the ship she’d avoided the gym so as to not run into Lady Shiva and be recognized, resulting in her starting to fall off the precipice of strong-fat into just fat. The twenty or more pounds she’d put on in a week of lazy feasting weren’t helping the cause of her weakening muscles either.

 

But enough strength remained, and the pair’s sweat provided enough lubrication, to get them to pop out of the door like twin bullets from a gun. They hit the hallway deck with heavy thuds, breathing heavily and taking a minute to recover. Katana stood up first, not as concerned about the protests of her hips as she perhaps should be.

 

“We’re behind schedule, Shiva’s probably already feeding Harley by now,” Tatsu said, wiping sweat from her brow, “if she finds us dealing with her boss, she’ll kill us.”

 

“That takes two hours, we can afford a minute for me to catch my breath,” the red faced Killer Frost moaned, slowly, slowly getting up.

Unlike Katana, Caitlin didn’t have much muscle beneath her blubber. And she had to deal with a lot of self disgust over being so big too. It galled the once nimble scientist that she had to struggle to stand, although not nearly enough to do anything about it. Wearing an incredibly tight french maid uniform stolen from the cruise staff didn’t help either.

 

Both she and Tatsu were so disguised, practically squeezed into the outfits. None of the women working the ship were anywhere near skinny, but they were of a working class obesity compared to the high class decadence of the passengers. Frost’s melon sized mammaries were barely fitting into the black uniform’s neckline, pale flesh wobbling at the fraying buttons like a tide at a sea wall, while Katana’s sagging lower stomach hung out beneath the micro skirt.

 

“It’s a long walk, and we need to top you off before we set the trap,” Tatsu reminded, “let’s go.”

 

“Ugh, fine, but don’t blame me if the ice cream is sweaty,” Killer Frost muttered as Katanna grabbed their gear.

 

Once a Suicide Squad mission would have involved a plethora of weapons. From ultra sonic boomerangs to high explosives to Katana’s soul killing sword. But now it involved only a culinary push cart, a lidded stirling silver serving tray and two crystal bowls, with spoons.

 

And a set of cherries, chocolate syrup and nuts.

 

The pair of obese operatives headed through the cruise ship to ultra first class. They took pains to be inconspicuous, but few of the passengers cared about what was on their plates. The Suicide Squaders waddled right past an embarassed Barbara Gordon, left stranded in the hallway when her overloaded wheel chair had given up the ghost and burst under the pressure of her dough ball physique. Her once mighty birds of prey huffed and puffed nearby, hands on their knees from an aborted attempt to get their leader onto a new chair had been foiled by their pathetic physical fitness. Currently they were waiting for a small, portable crane to be brought up to get Babs onto an upsized chair. Kathy Kane and her pair of polyamorous lovers were similarly stranded at the buffet, miniscule swimsuits stretched to the breaking point by a week’s worth of fatty foods. Out on the pool, Lana Lang floated on three separate rafts, while half a dozen hunky male porters rubbed sun screen into the acres of pale skin over her six hundred blubbery pounds and two merely corpulent female maids in stretched one pieces hand fed her oreos dipped in ice cream. The famed model and fashion mogul was bare ass naked, tea cup nipples pointed at the sun, to avoid getting tan lines.

 

“The whole world’s going *huff* crazy,” Frost muttered, out of breath already and amazed that everyone around her was just accepting this insanity.

 

“Hasn’t it always been?” Katana asked, not seeing a single thing wrong with any of it.

 

To her altered mind, these women were just a little curvy, that was all.

 

Before half an hour was up they at last reached Queen Bee’s room, an immense ultra luxury cabin. Tatsu took a moment to get her hair up under her cap and as much of her ass and gut beneath her skirt as possible, then took off the tray’s lid to reveal the two empty sundae glasses. 

 

Each was the size of a human head.

 

“Shit, fuck, don’t walk so fast. You’re going to give me a heart attack,” Caitlin gasped, “I am not built to walk.”

 

“No, you’re here to milk. So milk,” Tatsu reminded her.

 

“I’m not milking, I’m manipulating the elements. If I was milking it’d be coming out of my tits and we’d know God had some weird fetish,” Frost muttered, filling the ice cream bowls with ice cold, perfectly formed ice cream.

 

Tatsu said nothing, efficiently covering each with hot fudge, whipped cream, nuts...and sleeping drugs.

 

A knock at the door soon summoned one of Queen Bee’s overweight body guards, the Bialyian woman out of breath just from getting the door open.

 

“Oh thank God, I was worrying it would never come,” the guard gasped, her eyes staring at the ice cream and drool pouring from her mouth.

 

“Minor delay this morning, the cow got stuck,” Tatsu said, although the guard had already grabbed the tray, “but here’s your complimentary post brunch sundae…”

 

The guard was already eating, shoving her face into the treat, the other body guard following suit. They didn’t even bother to close the door so engrossed with eating were they. Tatsu had launched this plan the first day Harley had started seducing Shiva, getting the guards used to the ‘complimentary ice cream’, knowing that the fatty pair would be bored of sitting around guarding Queen Bee while their barely mobile boss slept off her latest stuffing. It was a tight window of opportunity, but one Katana meant to take.

 

“Three, two and one,” Katana said as the drugged guards passed out, food coma combined with the sleeping drugs, “Let’s go.”

 

Pushing the cart inside and closing the door, the pair crept into Queen Bee’s sleeping room.

 

The dictator of Bialyia was so enormously fat that a regular bed would be hazardous to her health. Instead she slept in a specially built pool of water that kept her huge bulk supported. Tatsu felt a small measure of admiration at seeing just how enormously huge the woman was, her altered perception seeing Queen Bee as astoundingly gorgeous due to her octuple chins, near vestigial limbs and fingers so fat her fist wouldn't close. Killer Frost meanwhile could only look at the rotund dictator as her own Ghost of Christmas Future, her gut so fat it covered up her legs while laying down! Queen Bee was snoring incredibly loudly as she floated, sounding like a chainsaw fighting a ** eater.

 

“Time for one little injection…,” Katana muttered, pulling a small nasal spray from the food cart.

 

“God, Shiva better not come in here,” Frost whispered, “we’d be fucked. Or if her guards wake up or if she wakes up or if I don’t know, Atlantean terrorist octopus attack the ship…”

 

“Don’t worry, we’re fine,” Tatsu said, leaning with some difficulty over the Queen’s acre sized bulk and spraying the nanite solution up one dainty nostril of the Queen’s upturned nose.

 

Queen Bee’s nose twitched once, but she didn’t wake. Both Suicide Squad members gave a sigh of relief and hurried from the room, as quietly and silently as they could, which meant only moderate panting and thigh chaffing.

 

“Fuck that was a relief,” Frost muttered, wiping cold sweat from her brow with a meaty hand, “now what, we pull Quinn from her feeding session, radio Waller and get helicoptered out?”

 

“No, too suspicious. We’re on the cruise until it returns to Gotham,” Tatsu told her.

 

“What? It’s a five week cruise, we’re gonna be huge by the time its done! I’ve already gained almost thirty pounds!” the obese cryomancer complained, “I have permanent meat sweats anymore and my ankles swell up when I stand!”

 

“Eat less, or perhaps exercise more,” Katana reminded her.

 

“Or what about Quinn? By the time Shiva is done with her she’ll be the size of a house!” Frost pointed out, “she was the thinnest one here when we got on board and by the time we’re off she’ll be so huge she’ll have to be rolled down the gang plank!”

 

“So?” Tatsu asked, “would that be so bad?”

 

“...Good point,” Caitlin said, smiling at the realization

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Well the mission has been a success apparently, now let's see what has become of Harley (which I forgot that Shiva knows that she was one of the people behind this situation by the way, so I'm curious if that will be brought up or if the assassin will tell her "partners" that she has the clown on the palm of her hand).

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22 hours ago, Arimnestos said:

Do you have an idea of what your version of the characters in the story look like? just for reference 

 

That's an interesting question. Mind goes from live action to animated depending on the day. Love the fat triss morph btw.

 

21 hours ago, scl04 said:

Well the mission has been a success apparently, now let's see what has become of Harley (which I forgot that Shiva knows that she was one of the people behind this situation by the way, so I'm curious if that will be brought up or if the assassin will tell her "partners" that she has the clown on the palm of her hand).

Harley might have fallen from the frying pan, into the fire. 

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1 hour ago, Batman76 said:

That's an interesting question. Mind goes from live action to animated depending on the day. Love the fat triss morph btw.

 

 

That makes sense, because i've been re reading the Wonder woman chapters and trying to decide which i prefer: Thicc Gal Gadot or Rosario Dawson from the animated films. And thank you it's probably one of my favourite morphs i've seen, especially for witcher based stuff as there's so little

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20 hours ago, Batman76 said:

That's an interesting question. Mind goes from live action to animated depending on the day. Love the fat triss morph btw.

I personally picture them all in the Harley Quinn show’s animation style because the witty dialogue and plots here mesh pretty well with that show’s style. Plus, Harley’s obviously the main character in this story cause she’s spiritually connected to the narrator, so…

Harley Quinn Goodbye GIF by DC
Actually, it’s got me thinking. Could all this just be a really detailed daydream of hers? Maybe not… else she wouldn’t be having her own weight problems. Oh! The narrator is a villain that’s experimenting with matrix technology!

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18 minutes ago, >_< 0_0 said:

I personally picture them all in the Harley Quinn show’s animation style because the witty dialogue and plots here mesh pretty well with that show’s style. Plus, Harley’s obviously the main character in this story cause she’s spiritually connected to the narrator, so…

Harley Quinn Goodbye GIF by DC
Actually, it’s got me thinking. Could all this just be a really detailed daydream of hers? Maybe not… else she wouldn’t be having her own weight problems. Oh! The narrator is a villain that’s experimenting with matrix technology!

Epilogue, a skinny Harley wakes up from a horny dream and adds wg powder to ivy's morning smoothie....

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8 hours ago, Arimnestos said:

Oh to see an arc like this in season 3 would be amazingHarley and Ivy's Growing Relationship

Realistically, I can see an episode where an over-eager Harley googles herself to see if there’s any news on her latest crime and stumbles on her fan art.

Ivy walks in: Harley, I really hope you remembered to get boba tea cause I’ve forgotten the last two days and — oh my god. Babe. Honey! Snap out of it! What are you even staring at?

Harley (hugging her knees in front of the laptop): the fat folds… why did they have to draw all the fat folds… 😨😖

Dr. Strange: I’m back! What did I miss?

Ivy: Harley googled herself. With no filter on.

Dr. Strange: Aw right! Porn? Lemme take a look at th— oh my fucking god! Is that a whole person she swallowed?

Shark Guy: I would like to say one thing? Even I don’t eat like that. Oh, and that shit is nasty.

Harley: The gif is moving…

Ivy: Don’t worry; we all have weird fan art. The most you can do is pretend it’s not there… why are you still looking at that? Close that tab. Okay, and close that one too…

Dr. Strange: You think that shit’s bad? Some people are into goo and trust me: that shit I will never forget. (Looks towards Clayface)

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Okay, time to end this chapter, with a sudden twist!

“And when Alexander saw what he had done, he wept. For there were no more worlds to conquer,” drifted into Harley’s haze of consciousness.

 

“Wh-wha-wut?” the clown princess of crime groaned, finding to her surprise that her mouth was full of lemon cream she had to swallow, a six foot long tubular cream cake being slowly gravity fed into her mouth.

 

Harley’s mind was confused, far more than it normally was. Cause and effect were usually messed up to her, along with what was real and what was a hallucination, further troubled by realizing that everything that happened around her was fictional. Then there was the extra complication of whatever had been done to her.

 

The insane psychiatrist struggled, finding herself tied up with silk ribbon in elaborate knots that tightened the more she twitched. In front of her was a vast ivory dome striated with pink streaks and a pair of those white mutant pumpkins, which Quinn slowly realized with dawning fascination was actually her own stomach and breasts.

 

“Santa Claus dancing with Bob Hope for Christmas, I’ve heard of rebound gains but this? Holy crap, I’m fatter than I’ve ever been!” Harley gasped, her voice sounding deeper to her and extra chins flexing beneath her jaw.

 

Consciousness slowly ebbed back to her. The psych turned villainess turned Ivy’s obese secretary turned reborn corporate villainess felt a vast amount of contrasting emotions. She was immensely tired, like she hadn’t had proper sleep for weeks and yet her limbs cramped and complained like they’d barely moved. Her stomach was sore from constant digestion but ravenously hungry, its capacity bloated beyond her ability to fill it and she found herself going back to eating the cream cake without conscious thought. Best and worst of all, her pussy was throbbing with too many orgasms and was sopping wet with horniness, a background hum turned out to be an industrial strength vibrator jammed deep inside her.

 

“I was merely commenting upon the state of the world, but yes, you are quite obese aren’t you?” a frightening familiar voice said, the click of heels nearing, “but this is what you truly wanted on the inside, isn’t it, Harley Quinn?”

 

Being called her real name made Harley gulp, especially as she saw who was talking to her. Her contacts and glasses had been removed, meaning Shiva got within three feet of her face before the blonde blob knew who it was. The MIstress of the Martial Arts was wearing most of a thong made from hardened chocolate and caramel, stuck tight to her body despite the crotch being eaten out of it. Harley had no doubt it was in her own stomach, memories of giving and receiving the best sex of her life flooding back now that she was leaving a month long fugue state.

 

“Sh-shiva, heya, don’t think we ever met. I’m a big fan of you and the er, murder,” Harley gulped, “weird to run into  you here…”

 

“Why is it odd I’d be here?” the asian woman grinned, “do I not look like I belong?”

 

A month on this fat trap cruise had changed Harley, taking her from thick, stacked and fit to an obese, top heavy balloon of a woman after she’d taken back her deal with the narrator. Shiva had also changed in that time. When Harley had first seen her in the gym, the Chinese American milf had been perfectly lethal, a living weapon of steely muscle and taut tendon with the body of a twenty year old olympian and the face of a particularly intense runway model. A month on the fattening cruise however had changed even her though.

 

Shiva’s eight pack had somehow, against all biological laws and basic human anatomy, turned into a ten pack.

 

“Uh, no. As a matter of fact you’re way too skinny on this ship,” Harley said, “so uh, thanks for the food and the sex but if you could just yank that vibrator out, untie me and maybe call me one of them fancy electric wheel chairs I think I’ve got to get going…”

 

“Back to your fellow Suicide Squad members?” Shiva asked, tilting her head reminiscent of a cat preparing to pounce.

 

Harley’s skin, always pale and now ivory thanks to lack of sun exposure on this tropical cruise, turned beat red in pure terror.

 

“Uhh, the suicide squad? Is that the competitive eating team?” she asked half heartedly.

 

“Oh don’t worry Dr. Quinzel, I already know. My dear friend Katanna and that icy fool Frost, the pair who successfully infiltrated Queen Bee’s room to remove her powers,” Shiva smile down at her, a very strong finger tracing around Harley’s tea cup sized nipple.

 

Thinking got harder for Harley, not that it was ever easy.

 

“Ooohhhhhhh that Suicide Squad,” she admitted, “err, didn’t know they’d done that…”


“Of course they did, its why I persuaded Queen Bee to go on this trip, so the American government could try and neutralize the threat her powers offer in this new, obese world,” Shiva grinned, finger spinning faster and faster around Harley’s hardening nipple, “after I already took a sample to replicate them.”

 

“Shit,” Quinn gulped, wishing there was a way to warn her team mates.

 

Not that it mattered. They’d have trouble beating this insane kung fu Queen at their best, which they weren’t. Harley wasn’t sure if she could actually walk, just curling her toes made her muscles cramp up. And of course, this nipple massage felt soooooo goood.

 

“Cursing already? You will wait until its time for me to start sucking for that,” Shiva grinned, “I lived my life caring only for fights to the death, my fascination with the destruction of the female form a secondary concern at best. But it interests me that this other concern is so similar, this reading of desire and of torment, this pushing of psychology against physiology and destruction of limits. Its so similar to a fight to the death...not quite as good, but its going to get me the best fights in the entire universe.”

 

Harley had been in tight spots before. Dangled off of a roof by various Bats, in the beds of various criminal super villains, in student loan debt. She knew when she was hostage to someone far, far crazier than she was and when to smile and nod along and not have this ultra ripped psychopath rip her head off.

 

“Is that what you tell yourself to make stuffing fatties jib with your weird mystic fighter personality?” Harley’s stupid, uncontrollable mouth said anyway.

 

Shiva’s grin spread wider, the ultra fit woman leaning in ever closer to Harley’s face. The martial artist’s breasts, quite stunning D cups for her low fat build, danged tantalizingly closer, bouncing off Harely’s jowls and turning her libido even higher.

 

“No, I get off on it as a fringe benefit,” Shiva whispered in her ear, “Just like you, Harley. Just like you got off on fattening up Karen Starr and taking her company away. I’d heard that Power Girl was sort of  your friend, pretty cruel to black mail her.”

 

Harley’s mind snapped back to the theft the night before she’d stolen Starware for good. A break in that hadn’t stolen anything but some copied files. Enough to figure out her own identity and her darling Ivy’s plan for sure!

 

“Uh, well, you know, super villain game…,” Harley tried to giggle, “didn’t think you’d care about fattening up some women, you know, feeder to feeder…”

 

“By some women you mean, all of them. Including myself and my daughter,” the perfectly toned asian woman said, throwing a lock of silky black hair over her shoulder, “how was my daughter going to kill me in my old age if she’s some horrible blob? How am I going to hold my head up as an assassin if I’d been infected!”

 

Harley was amazed that this nutcase had a kid. She’d heard of sticking  your dick in crazy but holy crap. Then again she wasn’t one to talk.

 

“Holy shit you have a kid? Like, a toddler? No sign of the baby weight!” Quinn whistled.

 

Shiva sighed, “I had her twenty years ago, now back to the point Quinn…”

 

“Twenty years ago? What were you, six? You look like your in college!” Harley said again, the flattery slipping out, “Like, you almost make me consider obese girls.”

 

“I’m forty and my daughter is twenty. Batgirl, the scary one with the stitched up mask. Cute asian girl underneath, really quiet?” Shiva groaned, rubbing her face in frustration, for now that Harley wasn’t eating, she was talking, “Bruce Wayne’s daughter?”

 

“You banged Bruce Wayne? Fuck I’d go straight again for that, for a week at least. Wait a minute, Bruce Wayne’s daughter...quiet asian girl…Batgirl...,” Harley stammered mind going back through years and over a thousand pages, back to when she was merely chubby and chapters topped out at ten pages.

 

A button flying off of her abused skirt. A staring, cute and fascinated Asian girl getting hit in the face. Realizing in terror it was Bruce Wayne’s daughter and to shut her up, feeding her a muffin laced with a special additive of Ivy’s that made whoever ate it immune to weight gain, Batgirl later showing up to inadvertently save her and Ivy several times while still being slim and fit.

 

“You’re telling me that Batgirl’s not a natural redhead?” Harley gasped, drawing exactly the wrong conclusion, “Holy crap, Pam is gonna flip shit! She’s been whining about losing the hottest red head in the city polls to Batgirl for ten years and it was a dye job the whole time!”

 

“Dear God, your insanity is as frustrating as the chipmunk sounds you make orgasming,” Shiva sighed, stepping away for a moment.

 

Normally, when her lunatic gibbering had made her enemy turn her back was when Harley would strike. Now she just lay back and ate more of the lemon cake, crumbs collecting in cleavage and jowls. She was completely tied up and more importantly, so fat and out of shape she’d need ten minutes to stand if she wasn’t bound. God, she was out of breath just talking! Eating wasn’t going to hurt and it was all up to her mind to win this...if it could be won.

 

“Narrator, if you give me Power Girl’s power set right now, in some strange and weird coincidence, okay, I will suck your stand in’s dick. So hard it goes right off their body!” Harley whispered, hoping for authorial intervention and finding none.

 

A clip board with a thick legal document was pressed down next to Harley, covered in legalese. 

 

“What, what’s this? An affidavit you’re an amazing feeder? I can do a taped testimonial if you want, maybe an after tape…,” Harley joked as Shiva cut her bonds, her right arm surging out, surfing a tidal wave of her love handles and chest fat.

 

Groaning, Harley wiggled her fingers, weak muscles complaining. Her joints hurt, far too much weight on them even prone and her carpal tunnel was badly upset. She pressed into her own fat, arm trembling to rise.

 

“Sign here, here and here,” Shiva commanded, “to hand control of Starrware over to Veronica Cale.”

 

Harley blinked again, unable to believe the text written above this paragraph.

 

“Hold on, wait, what this whole thing was a ...a corporate take over?” Harley gasped, “Shiva I’m shocked, an honest mass murdering assassin like you engaging in such debauchery!”

 

“I’m a mercenary and my payment is a pantheon’s worth of fighting,” Shiva snorted, “and  you stole this very company less than a month ago, you’ll be paid generously.”

 

“Yeah well, listen up. I was fine and dandy being a fat house wife with an even fatter wife, playing video games until I went blind and only going out once a month,” Harley boasted, “I don’t care about your money! And I aint’ signing, you can’t even torture me cause I know you need me alive and my blood pressure is surely way to high for being beaten!”

 

The assassin laughed again, rock hard abs flexing and high breasts bouncing.

 

“Torture you? I am not a monster, not that kind at least,” Lady Shiva promised, “I kill quick and clean and only when it’s a challenge. You wouldn’t be a challenge at your best, now? Ha. The mercenaries who work for Cale though don’t share my belief, which is why if you don’t they’ll shoot Ivy in the head with concentrated ** killer.”

 

Harley’s heart, already beating fairly fast due to her immense size and high cholesterol, beat even faster, cold sweat covering her jowls, “You’re...you’re lying. Ivy’s safe, stashed where you can’t find her!”

 

“The penthouse across the street from Starrware. The one with all the plants in it and the nine hundred pound redhead. That one?” the assassin asked, “we found it within five minutes of looking, we just had to find where the most take out was being delivered.”

 

“B-but Ivy’s a goddess! She’d fight ya mercenaries off with plants and nature and stuff, even if she got a bit immobile…,” Harley suggested, knowing it was unlikely.

 

“Once, yes. But you know as well as I how deep into a spiral of over eating and pleasuring she’s poured herself. Her powers now are making more kinds of fattening super food and making said food feed itself to her,” Shiva snorted, “she can barely chew she’s so fat. If she wasn’t a plant she’d be dead. The only problem was getting her out of there to a secure facility. She’s useful to my employer, but not necessary. So sign.”

 

Blinking back tears, Harley signed. Losing Pam, Ivy, Red, her straw berry muffin, her raspberry cheese cake, her rhubarb and strawberry pie, her big red tomato, her ...well, the very fat redhead she’d fallen in love with would be as heartbreaking as a mile run to her now!

 

“Very nice, everything is in order and you are now gainfully unemployed, richer by $100 million dollars,” Shiva smiled, taking the paper back, “I suggest you enjoy it quickly, the global economy is going to enter a bit of an upset.”

 

“Upset? What are you planning?” Harley glared, although her cheeks were so puffy it was more of a squint.

 

“Why would I tell you. A lunatic such as yourself is a chaotic free agent, you might somehow do something to stop us. I’m a professional, not a cartoon villain. Which is why I’m going to terminate the threat Harley Quinn poses before I leave,” the muscular asian woman promised, sliding a pair of black leather size 4 pants up her glorious legs.

 

“Terminate, but you said you didn’t kill people who weren’t threats!” Harley stammered, trying to get up and failing, her whale of a body jiggling madly as her pathetic muscle struggled against the rest of the bonds.

 

“Kill you? No, I’m not going to kill you. Few people know this, but I’m an excellent healer as well. Arts never known to modern medicine are easy to me,” Shiva snorted, sliding on a sports bra and popping her knuckles, “for instance, did you ever hear of the Alexandrine Monastery of Saint Euxia?”

 

“Can’t say I ever *puff* heard of it,” Harley gasped, out of breath from just jiggling.

 

“They had an interesting technique of punching insanity out of people,” Shiva said, sashaying over, “their last master taught it to me, and I’m going to use it on you.”

 

“Wait, what no I’m a psych, you can’t punch crazy out of people!” Harley gasped as Shiva squared up.

 

“I’ve punched people back to life, I can easily punch you in such a way that Harley Quinn goes away and only Dr. Harleen Quinzell remains. Sane Dr. Quinzell, predictable Quinzell, unable to make deals with narrative forces Dr. Quinzell, Dr. Quinzell who last remembers being a fit young psychiatrist kidnapped by the Joker. Let’s see what she thinks of how you’ve destroyed her life, eh?” Shiva smiled and then punched her pinky finger into the side of Harley’s head, just behind her ear.

 

“Oww, fuck. Enough with the nonsense I...oh….wow….,” Harley said as colors began to spin, her neurotransmitter levels shifted and the physical structure of her brain became once more, typical…

 

“Have fun being sane, Dr. Quinzell,” Shiva smiled, “I’ve got Gods to kill.”

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Okay so Shiva is a walking conundrum of plot twists… where did the two extra muscles come from to make a ten-pack? Why does she insist she isn’t a cartoon villain? And also if this were D&D, would she roll for intelligence or for strength when she performs Psychological Fist-Pound?

No idea what she wants to do with Starr Enterprises, but that company’s changed focus more times than Berkshire Hathaway, so I can only assume it involves fat profits

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13 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

Okay so Shiva is a walking conundrum of plot twists… where did the two extra muscles come from to make a ten-pack? Why does she insist she isn’t a cartoon villain? And also if this were D&D, would she roll for intelligence or for strength when she performs Psychological Fist-Pound?

No idea what she wants to do with Starr Enterprises, but that company’s changed focus more times than Berkshire Hathaway, so I can only assume it involves fat profits

Shiva would be some broken, mythic build that adds both Cha and Wis to her melee attacks. 

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On 7/23/2021 at 8:54 AM, Batman76 said:

Shiva would be some broken, mythic build that adds both Cha and Wis to her melee attacks. 

Is there any fat golden glider just wondering? I just started reading this. Anyway heres a piece of her fat someone did for me

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1 minute ago, Batman76 said:

I have to say I don't have any experience with her, but appreciate the read.

She's a flash villian. Always been a personal favorite of mine

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On 9/21/2022 at 1:20 AM, Kaldr said:

I've been reading this story lately and it's so great, it makes me sad to find out that hasn't been updated for more than a year , is there a plan on any sort of follow up?

Haven't read all the way to the end yet but this is the latest chapter (that I know of) in case u didn't kno the deviantart page: https://www.deviantart.com/westmetal/art/DCUO-Endgain-pt-1-901066561 

I don't think every chapter was uploaded to both curvage and deviantart so I think there's some jumping around

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22 hours ago, loner4747 said:

Haven't read all the way to the end yet but this is the latest chapter (that I know of) in case u didn't kno the deviantart page: https://www.deviantart.com/westmetal/art/DCUO-Endgain-pt-1-901066561 

I don't think every chapter was uploaded to both curvage and deviantart so I think there's some jumping around

Thank you!

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