Harley's "Upgrades"

For as long as Harley’s bozos had been with her in any sense, they always knew to expect some sort of joke or prank from her in the middle of it. From small shocking gags to some elaborate plans that she took months to construct just to give them either a little scare, shock, or jolt of happiness. Everyone always enjoyed her jokes no matter what, even if they were corny or outright horrible, they loved them and her no matter what. Harley didn’t really have much planning to go into today’s prank however, she did have to get a size up in her jump suit. The reaction she’d get from them this time wouldn’t be the same as usual.

The bozos were commuting and congregating in the main lobby of their lair as they usually would in the evening, since even though they were henchmen there was quite the bit of them that did regular job stuff outside of the typical robbing and thieving. While everyone conversed, they’d hear Harley making her entrance into the lair but also hear a lot of squeaking as well. When Harley walked through the doors they realized the reason for the noise, as it looked like Harley had decided to add a bit of change to herself. Harley flaunted herself as her curves looked almost four times larger than usual, they looked to be from completely over pumped implants in her hips, ass, and breasts. If it wasn’t for the fact that they could hear audible squeaks coming from her, it would have fooled everyone. Harley has always been unpredictable sure but seeing the massive “additions” she made to herself would be unbelievable to anyone who didn’t know her. Obviously, the reactions were mixed, some enjoying the “new” increases in her sizes while others were either neutral towards it or felt that this was a change, they couldn’t be fans of.

Harley: “Well, I see getting everyone’s attention is easier~” She gave her breasts a hard squeeze, the loud squeaking of rubber and latex against her skin resounding throughout the room. “Like the work I got done? So much more of me to love, maybe I’ll get my lips done next so I’m even more fuckable~”

Everyone leaned into her little prank for her explanation, most faking their overly horny reactions to better blend with the genuine ones. However most stopped after she mentioned getting her lips done next, as most really didn’t like the idea of her making so many body alterations since her natural beauty was what brought them all together.

Bozo 1: “Um Harley, we know that those aren’t real you know.”

Harley smirked at the bozo, continuing to squeeze herself as she did so.

Harley: “Of course they aren’t real, only way to get bigger without some freaky experiments~”

At this point, those bozos who weren’t still enamored by her had seen about enough of this prank, and while she continued to pose for those that were stalking a couple of her bozos snuck up close to her with long tacks and right when she was the most open...

POP!

Harley slowly looked down to see her “assets” gone, and her suit now sagged on her, which really didn’t upset her more as it did disappoint her that the game was over.

Bozo 2: “Looks like your suits a little loose boss, let us help with that”

Harley could tell by the looks on their faces that there was only one route this was about to go, and it wouldn’t be a talkative one. She enjoyed every moment of them stripping her suit off and laying her down softly before opening her mouth and legs for the now stripping bozos to start filling her holes with their cocks. There seemed to be no end to their energy nor her energy as she stroked and serviced every last one of them that got within inches of her, after all, getting used like this only made her enjoy it more. Soon as she could do was moan as she was pounded from every angle, mentally begging to fill her just to enjoy the climax. Wearing protection was never allowed anyway, the risk of getting pregnant just made it even more enjoyable, which explained her sultry moans when she felt the rush of hot spunk spreading in her pussy, ass, and filling up her mouth. She took every last drop, non-verbally begging them to keep going, which they obliged in a much rougher fashion to her liking. Time went by fast at that point, she had no idea how many times she had been filled or how much cum she had swallowed, but all she did know was that this was a success in her mind as she laid there filled and covered in seed. After the bozos took their time to recover, they brought Harley some refreshments and assisted in cleaning her up which was a touch surprising to her. While this was happening, one of the bozos looked at his fellow men before speaking up.

Bozo 1: “Harley um.... We know it was a prank and all, but please don’t joke with us about your body anymore. We love the way you are and really hope you don’t change yourself for our pleasure... just wouldn’t be right is all.”

This completely floored Harley, as she had never heard anyone talk this passionately on her from the bozos, and the fact that nearly every one of them agreed made her not only realize the love they had for her, but the love she had for them and herself

Harley: “Well... when ya put it like that sure, I won’t do it anymore. But y’all better make sure every night we’re here ends like this and more often too... god, so much baby batter where I want it~”

They knew that was about the best response they were going to get out of her, so they all agreed to her “demands” and continued helping her. More guaranteed Harley time means more fun after all!