"Harley! I'm not fucking laughing! I'll fucking kill you for this!"

"Shhhh, Mr. J, you'll love it! You'll see. C'mon, puddin'!"

She mounted him, thrusting her huge, thick pale she-cock between his buttocks.

"Oooo, puddin', you're so tight!"

* * *

Stephanie, Antoinette, Sammie, Bobbi, and Cupid were all mincing down Main Street, hand in hand, dressed in their bestest, girliest outfits with their big fat butts jiggling back and forth. Of course, Sammie's butt was jiggling more than all the others; as he loved to remind them, "dis sistah has de biggest, phatest badunkadunk in de world! Dis butt be made fer squeezin'!"

Actually, only four of them were mincing. Cupid was clearly waddling, as he happily licked on a huge lollipop and snuggled up to Bobbi.

"Um, we should be looking for the reality controller," Stephanie said.

"In a minute, sis," Antoinette giggled. "Right now, we gotta do some shopping!"

* * *

"UHH! UHHH! MMMM!" Harley cooed as she continued to fuck the Joker's ass. He was still struggling but was much less strong now, easier for her to control. "Isn't this nice, puddin'?"

She pinched his nipples, causing him to moan. Joker was more smaller now, thinner and his luxurious green hair was a whole lot longer. 

* * *

"Where is she!"

Clarabelle Kent looked up from her nail polish as Lex Luthor strode in.

"Who, Mistah Luthah, sah?"

"My wife!"

"She's in her office, sah. Talkin' wit' Miss Lang 'bout her job. Iffen you could wait--"

Clarabelle squealed as Lex Luthor pushed past her and into the office.

* * *

Baby Cakes Wayne strutted into Pennyworth Mansion.

"Hey, anyone 'round?" the plump tramp asked.

* * *

"Hey, look over there!" Bobbi Batroc said. "Don't we know that person?"