She seemed just as she always had. Her smoothly feminine grace combined with her soft, green skin and first red hair. Still...the differences were both obvious and shocking. Bats and Jojo both knew of Pamela Isley as the worlds most committed and aggressive eco-terrorists. Her devotion to environmental causes was second to none, and perhaps....that had been a sore spot between the two friends. Why, from Harley's position, what was the difference between what she'd done to to 'help' Batman and Joker - I.e. to change them into what they'd have formerly been ashamed of, yet made them love it.
Pamela Islet sauntered into the room, her long legs sheathed in custom-made black leather pants, while her breasts were barely covered by a midrif baring halter top. A great and sweeping coat of silver fox fur flaunted her newfound love of luxury and animal products. She paused and flicked open a gold a diamond encrusted lighter - lit a cigarette - then said with a sultry and Southern sass in her voice. "Oh, Harley? Where's my lovin' man, huh honey? God, the was a great nap. Really cleared th' ol' head."
"Oh, really? So, you wanna tell daddy all about the ecosystem an' climate change?"
Batsy and Jojo noticed that Harley...now had a penis tenting her pants. Penis? No...you called something that size a Dick.
Pamela rolled her eyes and made a face. "Are you ever gonna let me live that down? How you come to me all lovin' an' huggin' like a stud, but all I could do was bust her chops 'bout makin' th' world a 'Garden of Eve' an' shit like that? Men, thanks fer helpin' me shake that shit loose. Yer sweet Pammy don' wanna do nothin' but fuck on her man an' let daddy know that baby knows th' score. Ah'm not some limp little Hippie bitch, Harley. I'm Pamela fuckin' Isley...an' I own more slaughter houses, meat packing plants, strip mining companies, professional furriers and fine leatherers than you can shake a stick at. Animals are here for us to do with as we will, forests are parking lots waiting tl happen, and the environment can kiss my ass as far as I care. I smuggle blood diamonds from Africa, drill for oil in state parks, and couldn't even imagine why Green Peace wastes their time. I'm a money-grubbing, Earth-rapeing, tobacco-farming bitch, and this..." she tossed a fat roll of hundred-dollar bills into the air "...is all the 'green' I care about. You hearin' me, daddy?"
Harley Quinn felt bad for a moment about what she'd done to this woman. Her best friend. The person who trusted her most. Then...she dismissed it with a shake of her head. Pam was better this way. And as Pamela Quinn, they'd live happily ever after without having to put up with Pam's obsession with the environment or anything boring like that.
"Yeah, baby...daddy hears you. Now...suck my dick, and we'll get ready for supper. Hope you don't mind 'meat', 'cause that's what Daddy Quinn wants."
Pamela sank to her knees and licked Harleys massive cock. "Glad to, Daddy...make my steak rare and bloody...and my sausage hot, wet and full of cum."
Batsy and Jojo watched as the transformed Pamela Isley took every lovely inch of Harley Quinn's dick with a deep aggressive envy. Still...the would wait their turn.