Despite her best intentions, and knowing what was going on inside of her thanks to her latest back-fired prank on Gotham City’s police department, Harley was no match for the monster that she had a hand in creating. The addictive toxin inside the pies that she and the Joker had created was far too powerful for her to fight off. And Harley wasn’t exactly known for her self-control to begin with.
She pushed slice after slice past her lips as her cheeks bulged. She had stopped being hungry a while ago, but couldn’t bring herself to stop. The chemical high she got from ingesting all that sugar and all those carbs was orgasmic. She couldn’t stop eating!
“Bruuup…”
Harley was a woman possessed, completely consumed with consuming. Her stomach swelled until it was round with banana crème, graham cracker, and whipped topping. It was hard with the ivory white skin drawn taut across it. It was painful, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop!
“I am… in control.” Harley gasped, “I can… URP… do this!”
Pie tins piled up beside her as Harley continued to work her way through the cache of confections that had been left over from the Joker’s plan. Harley hadn’t been keeping count. More and more pie passed her lips and fell to land in her great swollen stomach, her breathing labored as the pressure inside of her continued to build with every passing mouthful.
***
Suffice it to say, Gotham City was a strange place, and it got a little stranger every day.
But little did anybody realize that, as Harley Quinn scarfed her way through that walk-in freezer full of pie, a new kind of supervillain would be born that night…
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