Grinning almost fiendishly the auburn-haired beauty forced Harley’s knees apart and brushed her hand aside. “Here, let me have a turn”, Ivy whispered as she poised her index finger over the panting harlequin’s swollen clitoris and looked back over her shoulder at the computer monitor. On the screen Batgirl seemed to be regaining her composure. Just as the cowled crusader was about to wrap up her presentation and depart the stage, Ivy struck. Pressing her fingertip to Harley’s quivering clit she began to carefully rub back and forth across the swollen pink nubbin. In response Harley shrieked with pleasure and buried her fingers into the plant queen’s lustrous red curls.
Back on the stage in Gotham Square the capped crime-fighter responded with a high-pitched squeak at the sudden sensation of this new, invisible and most intimate assailant. She also lost over an inch of her height. The effects of her dwindling were still largely unnoticed, lost amid the flood of erotic sensations that clouded her senses. The only perceptible effect had been a slight loosening of her skintight costume. As it happened, Batgirl’s boots, cowl and utility belt were shrinking along with her body.
Desperate to escape her predicament the now petite Batgirl staggered from the podium and hurried past the assembled crowd of stunned city dignitaries as she made her way toward the stairs. Several of the councilmen and women did notice that she seemed much even less imposing that at the beginning of her presentation.
Meanwhile at Ivy’s headquarters Harley and Ivy continued their efforts to reduce the hapless heroine to a jr. petite. Harley screamed in ecstasy and rolled her engorged nipples between her fingers as Ivy plunged two fingers into the horny harlequin’s quivering quim. Pressing her thumb hard against Harley’s clit she proceeded to rub the squirming clown girl’s clitoris while imagining that it was Batgirl writhing under her thumb. This treatment was more than already incredibly horny Harley could bear. With an ear splitting shriek the harlequin’s orgasm surged through her body. The powerful sensation dropped poor Batgirl to her knees before she cleared the stage and erased another 3 inches of her stature.
As she staggered to her feet Batgirl suddenly found herself looking straight into Chief O’Hara’s chest. As she slowly tilted her head back the look of concern on the police chief’s face confirmed her fear that something must be terribly, terribly wrong.
“Oh, me darlin’ girl!”, the chief exclaimed “We’ve got to get you to.…”
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