Slowly Harley's hands moved lower, wandering lazily from her massive breasts to her taut, heaving belly. The supple, naked harlequin writhed and moaned as her fingers slid over the smooth skin of her tummy and began to caress the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Behind her Ivy continued to squeeze and fondle Harley's colossal tits, occasionally pausing to pinch and roll an enormous nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Each fondle, each tittie twist and tickle sent a powerful shiver through Batgirl's nubile body. Standing behind a podium miles away, she had no idea what was causing these nearly irresistable sensations. All she knew for sure was that she couldn't possibly stand this much longer. Little did she know that her situation would soon go from bad to worse. At last Harley's fingers had found their way to her now quivering and freely flowing love tunnel. Fixing her eyes on Batgirl's image she lightly, brushed a finger across the tip of her swollen clit. Batgirl's eyes opened wide and she gasped at this unexpected, new sensation. The effect of this impulsive action was unmistakable and immediate. It was obvious that she felt the brush of Harley's finger just as if it has been upon her own clit. The other effect of this tiny caress was barely perceptible but still quite unmistakable. Ivy and Harley watched in wide-eyed delight as Batgirl's head slipped downward relative to the microphone and the rest of the image. Not much, less than an inch to be sure but there was no mistaking the fact that she'd just shrunk. "That's amazing!" Ivy gasped, "You actually shrank her just by teasing your clittie?" "That's right" Harley grinned, "and you ain't seen nothing yet!" With that the overly endowed harlequin spread her legs wide and thrust her hips forward in the chair. "Now all I have to do to cut little Bats down to size is sit here and play with myself. Talk about having your cake and eating it too!" Back in Gotham Square neither Batgirl nor the audience had noticed her shrinkage. She was far too worried about the inexplicable erotic sensations that were surging through her body. The crowd was quite distracted by her barely suppressed wriggling and her obvious discomfort. But this situation wouldn't last much longer. "Time to get down to business!" Harley crooned as she drove her hand between her thighs and squeezed her legs together. Harley's lustful gasp was echoed by the image of the utterly startled Batgirl on the computer screen. Ivy watched dumbfounded as the microphone suddenly seemed to shoot upward from Batgirl's lips to her eye level. "Wow! That was a good one!" she exclaimed as she knelt down beside the quivering clown girl. "Just look how much you dropped her that time." "Yeah" Harley sighed as she opened one eye to focus on the bewildered visage of Batgirl on the computer screen, "It was pretty good for me too." Batgirl was nearly beside herself. Not only could she feel her love juices flowing freely in her quivering sex but the microphone and podium had suddenly been lifted up in front of her. Grabbing the microphone, she tilted it downward toward her mouth and began to quickly adlib an excuse to get off the stage as quickly as possible. "Oh this is just too sweet" Ivy sighed, "but I want to have a little fun too."….
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