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Post by Kappa on Jan 3, 2022 20:24:11 GMT
Billionaire Thomas Wayne leans against a red splattered wall with a massive bullet wound to the chest.
To his left, his butler, laying on the floor, his eyes wide, his breath ceased, a pool of blood forming towards his master's feet. To his right, his wife, covered head to toe in shards of glass, a look of terror on her petrified face.
"... Okay, let's state the obvious here..." Poison Ivy, dressed sexily in green, her legs long and slender, her arms crossed, her disposition fueled on anxiety and disbelief. She looks at her girlfriend, Harley Quinn, dressed in a maid outfit, red and black checkered with a bonnet, a white apron wrapped around her wide hips, her busty chest emphasized, cradling an infant in her arms. "Do you think you've behaved well?"
Harley, blissfully with child, shrugs her shoulders.
"No. No you didn't. You didn't behave well. You just killed the richest man in Gotham!"
The baby starts to get fussy.
"Shhh!" Harley glares. "Don't upset the baby!"
"Don't upset the... you killed his parents!"
"Her parents." Harley shakes her head.
"... What?"
"Her name's Bryce. Bryce Quinn-Isley! Doesn't that sound neat?!"
Sirens echo at a distance and Pam has a choice to make. Run away or enable Harley's insanity?
"... What is wrong with me?" Pam shakes her head. There was no choice, Pam knew that!
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Post by anzaleth on Jan 9, 2022 21:53:39 GMT
"Wow, Red, I don't believe you managed to do all this!" Harley giggled as she strutted through stately Wayne Manor.
"I didn't," Pam said. "I was just lucky I knew some people who could do this."
"Well, don't these digs look swell! It'll be so much fun sliding down all these banisters!"
Pam sighed. Harley didn't seem to really understand the seriousness of all this. At least this seemed to have worked. Ivy knew someone good at forgery who was able to provide "proof" that Poison Ivy was Poison Ivy at all, but a law-abiding citizen named Pamela Wayne and little Bruce's - Bryce's aunt - and next-of-kin. Now Ivy and Harley were Bryce's legal guardians.
Ivy sighed. There were worse plans. At least it meant she and Harley had access to all this money until Bryce came of age, and this mansion would be a useful base of operations. Hopefully nothing else would go wrong.
"Oooo-la-la! Pammy, have you taken a look at these closets! You'd look so delightfully scrumptious in so many of these dresses!"
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Post by Kappa on Jan 10, 2022 1:44:50 GMT
"... You don't have to pretend to be my maid." Pam points out as she dabs her green skin with powdered makeup.
To make this rouse work, Pam has decided to play the role as Aunt Pam as best she could. Which meant looking the part. Normal.
Harley, trying to play along, decided dressing up like a Victorian Maid would be the answer. Her white apron tight, her bubble butt wiggling atop the king sized bed, Pam, holding Bryce in her arms, shaking her head.
"Take that off." Pam demands.
"Sorry, Pammy, you gotta do that." Harley giggles.
Pam sighs.
"After I put Bryce to bed."
-Pam has fun with her maid -5 year time skip -10 year time skip -Suggestion
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Post by bob on Jan 10, 2022 3:54:14 GMT
10 year time skip
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Post by Kappa on Jan 10, 2022 23:16:03 GMT
It's been a great decade for Wayne Enterprises.
The WaynePhone, the first of its kind smartphone, made billions. WayneBook, a social networking service, made billions. WayneBox, focusing on e-commerce, made billions. And WayneFlix, a streaming platform, made billions.
It's ironic that the girlfriend of the woman who murdered the previous CEO has brought the company into a golden age. At this point, Wayne Enterprises attempting to colonize mars isn't even a surprise. They have plenty of capital to build rockets!
"God, I'm fat." The Pear shaped Redhead complains at the mirror, poking her ripe muffin top with a pout.
Her chin showing off the early signs of a second, her arms flabby, Pam can't help but dread the outcome of success.
What's worse? Harley, who's...
-Thin as a rail, and loves feeding her mistress! -Round as an apple, with big, pillow breasts -Equally big as Pam, which weirdly excites Poison Ivy -Suggestion
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Post by anzaleth on Jan 11, 2022 1:54:05 GMT
Harley Quinn had gotten into posing as the Wayne Manor made in a really big way. Even after all these years, it still really turned her on to flounce around and slavishly obey everything that "Ms. Pamela" told her to do. She'd gotten kinkier and kinkier with her appearance, seemingly wanting to be the sexiest maid she could be. Now Harley was usually dressed in a kinky French maid outfit, tight and shiny and red & blacked checkered. Her skirt was short, to show off her great slender legs in their fishnet stockings, she generally wore ridiculous huge "Lady Gaga" platform stilettos, and her red and black bonnet and shirt had cute little bells on it that would jangle whenever Harley flounced around. Perhaps most striking was the corset Harley wore super-tight, ridiculously tight under her dress to make her waist look almost cartoonishly thin, and to further accent her big bubble butt and bigger tits (Harley had gotten some boob surgery), and her collagen fat lips that showed-up well on the cloud make-up that Harley liked to wear when they were in bed together. It bothered Ivy that Harley had turned herself into such a kinky sex bomb, but she didn't protest too much. Harley was stuck being the maid while Ivy was the multi-millionaire, and besides Harley seemed to be trying to deal with a lot of the guilt from what happened to Bryce's parents. If this helped her cope. Besides, Ivy had to admit that Harley was superhot. It was quite flattering how much it turned Harley on to feed Ivy, and especially for Ivy to suck the milk from Harley's udders. Certainly those giant tits had proven very useful back when Bryce had been a baby. "Mistress Pammy?" Harley giggled. "I've cooked up something nice and delicious for youuuuuuU! Harley wants to feed her mistress something sweeeeeeet!" Choices- Ivy lets Harley feed her
- She needs to talk to Harley about a few things
- They get a phone call from some old friend
- How is Bryce doing right now?
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Post by Kappa on Jan 11, 2022 2:35:03 GMT
Bryce Wayne, Ten years old, dressed in a grey uniform with a matching skirt, sits at a piano, doing her normal routine as her legal guardian and maid have some very loud and raunchy sex.
Fortunately, Pam's room is soundproof. So, as Bryce, a fifth grader, plays a skillful rendition of Nocturne in E Flat Major (Op. 9 No. 2), there is nothing to fear about when it comes to her impressionable mind.
Ironically, Pam and Harley are pretty good parents. Bryce has been the top of her class since day one, Bryce speaks 5 languages, plays multiple instruments, is trained in 6 forms of martial arts, and is an excellent painter. Although Harley is a nympho getting her ass pounded by Pam's special green strap-on, she's done a surprisingly good job raising a intelligent young woman.
... Who was born male and raised a girl.
"... I wonder if Mommy will take me to Tokyo on her business trip." Bryce thinks out loud as she pauses her playing, her hands trembling as they failed to get the right note on the right tempo.
A perfectionist, Bryce plans on starting over. That being said.
"Ms Quinn could use a night off." Bryce looks up at the staircase.
Innocently, Bryce thinks Harley is taking care of Pam's needs. She doesn't know those needs involve getting her pussy licked cleaned by Harley's skilled tongue.
-Bryce has dinner with her Mom and Maid -Time skip 6 years -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Jan 11, 2022 12:52:01 GMT
Bryce has dinner with her Mom and Maid
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Post by anzaleth on Jan 11, 2022 16:34:57 GMT
Harley hummed to herself as she bustled around the kitchen in her kinky Victorian/French maid outfit. Her corset was clenched so tight to make her waist wasp-thin, and to remind everyone how big her boobs and ass were. As she moved, tottering on her ridiculously high heels, she made sure to give her assets a nice sexy bounce. There was no one around right now, but Harley just liked to keep up the practice. She liked the idea that if Pammy accidentally came into the kitchen, she'd just cream herself in a moment. She leaned over as she placed the plate of cookies into the oven, giving her huge ass a big slutty shake. Harley cooed and rubbed one of her tits, running a nail over the little bit of milk bubbling up there. Cooking anything really sugary and fatty made her own va-ja-ja start to juice, because then she could imagine feeding them to Pammy, fattening her up. Harley wanted her to be the chubbiest CEO in the world, bending over Harley with her gigantic body as she spanked Harley's naughty tits and ass. Harley giggled. "Later, Harls," she said to herself. "It's almost dinner time. Time to make some pudding for my Pudding and our l'l girl. If it's good pudding, then maybe later my Pudding will turn my little Harley-hole into pudding!" She giggled at the thought. * * * Pamela was looking over some environmental reports, dressed in that "serious" outfit that really turned Harley on. Her long red hair was in a bun, her eyes behind "thinky glasses," and she wore a green blazer and generally intimidating power suit, though no shirt under the blazer so that everyone could see her massive cleavage straining against it. "Yesssss, I want my big fat Girlboss to fuck my big fat ass with her big fat Girlboss dick!" Harley would coo and shake her booty as Pam strapped on her huge green strap-on. "Harley needs a hostile take-over!" The former supervillainess sighed. Her life had certainly taken a weird turn. The bell rang. "Din-dins!" Harley yelled. Choices
- The family has dinner.
- Bryce tries to convince Mommy to take her to Tokyo.
- Harley has a special surprise for her big fat girlboss
- Time jump
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Post by Kappa on Jan 11, 2022 18:26:21 GMT
Harley never eats dinner at the table. Or lunch. Or breakfast.
No, that's not what a good maid does.
Harley stands at the ready, watching her mistress and little miss enjoying a lavishly rich meal.
Bacon wrapped meatloaf with a brown sugar glaze, garlic mashed potatoes, grilled corn on the cob with a Sriracha Aioli, a big, buttery biscuit with shredded cheese melted on top. Mozzarella and Cheddar.
"Are you trying to get me fatter?!" Pam turns her head at her maid with an icy glare.
Harley simply grins. That's exactly what she's trying to do!
"You love meatloaf, mother." Bryce points out.
Pam sighs. In a lot of ways, Bryce is a mama's boi. But that mama isn't Pam, It's Harley!
"I'm trying to watch my figure, dear. " Pam points out. "The doctors just put me on this new high blood pressure medicine." Pam continues to glare at Harley. "And I'm trying to eat healthier."
"Oh, then the mistress might not want dessert." Harley teases. Pam can't say no to cookies!
-Bryce tried to convince her mother to take her to Tokyo -Pam has to punish her maid after dessert -Time skip by 6 years -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Jan 11, 2022 19:20:59 GMT
Bryce tried to convince her mother to take her to Tokyo
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Post by anzaleth on Jan 12, 2022 18:49:53 GMT
After dessert, Pam decided it was time to give Harley some "dessert" of her own. She pushed Harley face down onto the bed in the master bedroom. Considering the ridiculous platforms that Harley wore, it wasn't easy. Harley squealed, her ass and tits jiggling. The shock of the fall caused milk to spurt from her big fat nipples. "You naughty little thing!" Pam said as she yanked down Harley's panties to reveal her jiggling butt cheeks. "You're trying to seduce me away from my diet with those sinful sugar cookies. You're trying to fatten me up!" "No, mistress!" Harley giggled. "Admit it!" Pam slammed her paddle against Harley's butt cheeks. "Admit it!" "OOO! AHHHHHH!" Harley squealed and moaned as Pam ruthlessly paddled her ass. "You nasty little slut! You're trying to seduce your employer! You can't keep it in your panties, can you, you degenerate whore!" "AWWWWWW! OOOOOO!" Harley squealed. * * * Bryce sighed. Mother was in her bedroom again, with Harley helping her with her special problem. Whatever that problem was. Mother said she'll explain it to Bryce when she's older. Mother said she couldn't hear Bryce when she's in the bedroom with the door closed, so if Bryce needed to talk with her, she needed to press the buzzer. The boi liked to be thorough. She had a list of reasons written down on why Mother should take her with her to Tokyo. She pressed the buzzer's button. "Mother, can we talk?" Choices
- Pam says she'll be out in a few minutes.
- She heads out, leaving Harley unsatisfied.
- Pam is too busy to hear the buzzer.
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Post by Kappa on Jan 15, 2022 6:54:08 GMT
"Um... uh..." Pam breaths heavily over the speaker. Panting, out of breath, clearly in the middle of something that took a lot of energy out of her.
What she was doing, Bryce was blissfully oblivious about.
"Not right now sweetie. Mommy is... ughh... uh... busy."
Bryce could hear Harley giggling in the background. And the sound of something fleshy being slapped again and again and again.
"Knock it off!" Pam whispers. "She'll hear you!"
"Are you okay, mother?"
"Y-Yes." Pam winces. "Mommy is fine! She just needs a few minutes to calm down!"
Let's give Pam credit. That's a very pg way of saying she's getting an orgasm. Her big fat ass literally being fisted deep by Harley's knuckles, her wrists in deep like stuffing a thanksgiving turkey, credit where credit is due is needed to be said. Pam did a good job on the spot.
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"So, what do you need to talk about, sweetie?" Pam, wrapped in a green robe, her hips wide, her breasts drooping, her hair a mess, asks with a puzzled brow.
Bryce, the good girl that she is, is usually asleep by now. Pam knows this because she and Harley often fucked in the kitchen, study, or even living room around this time. Pam would never do something so out in the open knowing her baby boi was awake.
"May I please go to Tokyo with you this weekend?" Bryce asks cut and dry. "I love to visit Japan, Mother. And I'd love to learn more about the family business."
Pam's maternal instincts were on overdrive at this point. She couldn't help felt more proud of her adopted daughter. So mature, so sincere. How the hell did Harley of all people raise someone like that?!
Pam...
-Let's Bryce go to Japan. -Doesn't let Bryce go to Japan. After all, Harley was planning on signing Bryce up for ballet. To socialize with girls her age. -Suggestion
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Post by anzaleth on Jan 15, 2022 16:29:07 GMT
"This is your captain speaking, we are arriving. Welcome to Tokyo." "Hey, Mother. Wake up." Pam awoke with a start. She had actually slept for most of the flight. She'd been working so hard, not been getting too much sleep." "C'mon, Mother." Bryce tugged her arm. Pam sighed. This trip will be interesting. * * * Meanwhile, Harley gritted her teeth as she pulled the strings of her favourite corset as tight as possible. She wanted to make her waist look extra small, her tits and ass look extra huge. Remind everyone what a hot fucking sexbomb she was. Pam and Harley had an open relationship. Not that Pam had much interest in other people, but she knew that Harley had an insatiable libido, and Pam was so busy, sometimes she couldn't fulfill Harely's needs. Harley pursed her lips and applied her brightest, sluttiest lipstick. With Pam and Bryce away, Harley was going to enjoy a little "me" time by getting fucked every kinky way she could. She was going to strut into the Iceberg Lounge and see what perverts were hanging out there. Choices
- Harley find some real perverts to have fun with
- Pam and Bryce hang out together
- Pam has some business stuff she has to do first
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Post by Kappa on Jan 16, 2022 20:11:32 GMT
Harley was at one of her favorite places to kick back.
The Iceberg Lounge. Where Gotham's underbelly goes to let it all hang out relax.
Speaking of hanging out...
"Harley, Darling." A husky voice rasps loudly.
Picture Ursula from the little mermaid as a drag queen. Big and round, a fat, obese, mature woman in a black gown with grey hair in a her iconic cut, and that's Madame Puffin. Who loves nothing more than stuffin'!
"The usual?" Madame Puffin asks with a longe cigarette in hand.
"Yeppers!" Harley giggles.
Harley...
-Works the pole for a weekend show -Sucks Commissioner Gordon's dick -Suggestion
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