Special Treat - July 7th, 2025

Hello my pretties~

Your special treat today is something a little more...substantial than I'd planned.

I got news this morning that my Gumroad store was just shut down. Apparently Gumroad has updated their private list of 'products you can't sell here', and expanded their NSFW content to include erotica and books. As such, all of my stories were delisted there.

Rather than find a new storefront to try and sell them, I'm going to include them all little by little as entries in my Fanfiction Friday posts. That way all my Imp tier patrons and above get to see them without paying anything extra.

I'm currently debating on whether to post them as just text posts, or to lay them out as PDFs with fancy covers like the rest of my books.

For now, as your Monday Special Treat, I'm going to treat you to the first half of my best-selling story POV: Harley Quinn Fattens You Into Immobility!

Content Warning:

• Oral sex (male and female)

• Weight Gain (male)

• Body Inflation (male)

You remember telling your family and friends that moving to Gotham for college was no big deal. Sure a lot of the city was pretty shady, but the rent and cost of living were way cheaper, and ACE Chemicals was supposedly really good about internships. You would be fine.

“But what about all the supervillains on TV?!” they all asked you, to which you just blew them off and dismissed their fears about the Joker, the Riddle man, and all the others. You told them that those stories are sensationalized. You tell them that statistically you were just as likely to win the lottery as you were to get mixed up with someone like the Penguin or the Batman.

As you groggily come to, you hear a voice not far from you. A high pitched woman’s voice with a thick south Gotham accent. You try to stand, but you feel your feet and hands bound.. You look down to see the ropes around your chest and stomach, binding you to the office chair you’re sitting on.

“Well, well, well…look who’s awake. I gots big plans fer you” the voice says sweetly, yet it fills you with unease.

All the excuses you gave your family for why Gotham was just as safe as Keystone City back home. How you’d never run into a supervillain. Suddenly you regret them all.

You twist and shout, but your voice cracks and catches in your throat, coming out as a strangled cry. Something silences you; you feel the firm press of polished hardwood against the side of your head. You look up and to your right.

You feel the end of a comically large looking circus mallet against your temple, jabbing you. It’s held by a small woman in a skin-tight jester’s costume. Red and black diamond patterns across the body, with a white jester’s collar framing her sizable chest. Her hair was hidden within a two-pointed jester’s hood, her face a ghoulish greasepaint white. Her eyes were covered by a black domino mask. Her plump lips painted black, curved in a smug smile.

“Ah ah ah~ There’s no use screamin’, toots. No one’s comin’ to save you. You’re all mine” she grinned wide, bonking your cheeks and chin with her mallet.

“Y-You’re Harley Quinn!” you manage to blurt out. You recognize the villain’s costume instantly, “Th-the clown princess of crime! The jester of death! You’re…oh god no”

Harley smiles wider, “Ohhh? A fan, huh? It’s always nice to get recognized. Yup, it’s me, Harley Quinn. Gotham’s biggest, most noteworthy clown-themed criminal!” she beamed, lowering her mallet. 

“Wh-what about the Joker?” you say before you can stop yourself. You receive a painful jab in the chest from Harley’s mallet. She frowns and pouts at you.

“Mark my words, toots. I’m gonna be the biggest, baddest thing to happen to Gotham since the great depression! My Puddin’ and I are splitsville, and you’re the perfect test subject to see if my latest scheme is gonna work” Harley said, gesturing to the wide, darkened space all around you.

You squint a bit, slowly putting together your surroundings. You’re on the factory floor of what looks like an old industrial bakery or something. To either side of you are conveyor belts and icing pumping equipment. There’s a slightly unpleasant tang in the air: the smell of rust mixed with old sugar and grease.

Overhead, you can just make out some faded painted signage: ‘Didi’s Clown Car Donuts’, along with the hand painted slogan 'You'll never guess how we cram so much filling into our donuts!’ along with the unsettling faded illustration of a sultry looking clown woman. The parallels to Harley Quinn suddenly strike you.

You’re in an abandoned donut factory!

“So toots, I gotta important question for ya” Harley smiles to you sinisterly, “Do you like donuts?” as if to emphasize her point, she gives your restrained belly a few jabs, making it jiggle. You’re definitely on the plumper side.

You nod back to her, “Y-yeah, I like donuts. I-I love them, actually” you say pleadingly. Maybe agreeing with her might do you some good, you think.

“Perfect, cuz you’re gonna eat a whole factory’s worth of ‘em! A ha ha ha ha haaaaa!~” she cackled, cracking herself up, “I’ve got the perfect plan to get rid of bird boy and bat tits, but it hasn’t been tested yet. It’s gotta be totally perfect if I’m really gonna stick it to Mistah J and finally take out a few caped crusaders. Which is where you come in,” Harley said, caressing your face and pinching your cheek.

You feel Harley loosen the ropes around your chest and stomach. Your hands and feet are still bound to the armrests and bottom of the office chair, keeping you immobile. Harley then grabs the collar of your shirt and drags you further into the factory. The office chair’s caster wheels clack and roll across the concrete floor all the way to the end of a waist high conveyor belt that comes right up to your face.

In the distance, you see two enormous vats overhead. Each one has a dingy painted sign over its metal surface; one labeled ‘creme filling’, the other ‘jelly filling’. Both vats are connected to a series of suspended rubber hoses and nozzles that feed down into the rest of the factory machinery.

“My gal pal Ivy hooked me up with something called ‘experimental adipose enrichment formula’. You don’t gotta be a genius to figure out what it does~ I’ve added a whole bottle to both the jelly and creme filling tanks, so you’ll be gettin’ a double dose tonight” Harley says as she drags you in front of the conveyor belt.

You watch as she pulls a few nearby levers and toggles some controls on the panel of a large machine. You hear the rusted machinery of the donut factory clink and clank to life. Its automated machinery groaning to life. In the distance you can hear the hissing and popping of massive amounts of dough tipping into a deep fryer.

Harley stands idle in front of you while the machines come to life. As nothing happens for a few minutes, you see her impatiently roll up her costume’s sleeve to check her watch. She sighs.

“Boy, two thousand filled donuts takes longer to make than I expected. I didn’t think I’d have to vamp while things are getting ready. Ugh…I shoulda saved the menacing speech for like…five minutes from now” Harley said, looking bored and contemptuous.

“I-I’m sure they’ll be ready soon. You’re, um, you’re doing a great job though” you say nervously. You don’t know how you’re going to get yourself out of this situation, but you’ve got to try something.

Harley smiled at you sweetly. “Aww, thanks toots. Maybe once all this is through, I’ll have some fun with you after all” she gives you a sly wink, “How about a quick joke? What…do you call it when a man gets too fat to see past his belly?” she asked.

“Huh? Um…I dunno” you stammer.

Harley just grins, “A fat-tastic view~” she replied, then let out a wild laugh. When you don’t join Harley in laughing, she gives you a wicked smile and adds, “Eh, it’s probably funnier if you can relate to it. Which I can arrange for you!”

Harley stands beside you. You can see the freshly fried and filled donuts slowly approaching you on the conveyor belt. Harley picks one up to show it to you. Big, pillowy soft and covered in powdered sugar, you can see where the cherry red jelly has been pumped inside of it. Despite the dire situation you find yourself in, your mouth waters.

“Open wide, donut boy!” Harley says as she crams the donut into your mouth.

Try as you might, you can’t help but chew and swallow the fattening treat. It’s so sweet and soft and good. The donut is prepared perfectly, and the jelly filling is gooey sweet with just the smallest hint of tartness to balance it out. You tell yourself that’s the taste of the adipose enrichment formula, which only makes you feel more afraid.

You gasp for breath as you swallow the last of it…just in time for Harley to cram another donut in your mouth. Then another, and another, and another. 

As quickly as you can swallow, Harley Quinn hand feeds you jelly filled donuts. Once you’ve glutted yourself on a dozen of them, she switches it up and feeds you a boston creme donut. Gooey rich custard explodes into your mouth, mixed with the flavor of chocolate icing. That same tartness lingers in the back of your throat.

You’re stuffed full of yet another dozen donuts by the clown criminal, who switches back to jelly filled. Each one of them is pushed past your lips by her slender, delicate fingers. She runs them along your lips when you finish, and cups your cheek as she stuffs them into you. Her touch is firm, but it gets your heart racing.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline from being tied up and tortured, or maybe it’s the sugar rush from being forced to gobble up over twenty four donuts in less than ten minutes, but you can’t help but leer at Harley in her skin tight costume. The fullness of her breasts, her heart shaped butt swelling out from her hourglass waist, even the way she touches you seems to be setting you off. Your pants grow uncomfortably snug, and not just because your belly’s getting bigger.

“Good fat boy. Eat up~ Oh, looks like it’s already starting to work on ya” Harley grins, clapping her powdered sugar covered hands together in excitement.

“Mmmph…oh gawd…omf…n-no more” you groan, your mouth still full. You feel your stomach swelling outwards with every bite Harley crams into your mouth and down your throat. You’re so stuffed that your belly rides up your shirt, swollen outwards.

Then you hear it gurgle and creak. Something inside you hisses and bubbles, and then the stuffed feeling is suddenly gone. You’re not hungry, but you certainly don’t feel full anymore. Then you feel a warmth spread across your lap, and a biting tightness just above your belly. You look down to see your belly has fattened up tremendously in a matter of seconds, oozing out onto your lap with a new thick layer of pudge. The biting feeling comes from the ropes at your chest getting snugger as you instantly fatten up all over.

Harley gives your belly a few jiggles and pats, which only seems to make you hornier. Your erection feels painfully obvious, but perhaps not as obvious as your new growing belly.

“Huh? What was that? More? Okay. You can have lots more, sweetie” Harley giggles as she crams another donut into your mouth. One after another after another. You moan against all the soft, pillowy dough and filling, but it doesn’t deter her one bit from her sadistic feeding.

“Mmmmm, more more more more more~” Harley sighs, licking her lips, “Y’know, I used to fantasize about doing this to someone as a kid” she says to you, “Watching cartoons, you’d see characters get fed and fattened up until they were too big to move. All big and round, rolling around. That image always stuck with me, y’know?” Harley said to you as she kept you filled with donuts.

“It wasn’t until well after I got my psychology degree that I learned it was ‘dissociative sexual abstraction’. It’s a fancy way of sayin’ I get off on weird cartoonish stuff…like making you the fattest, most blubbery boy in all of Gotham” she said, letting her fingers linger on your lips after another donut.

You helplessly watch as your belly balloons out in front of you, oozing forward and upward like dough puffing up in an oven. You’re getting fatter and fatter. Every bite laced with the added chemical seems to be adding dozens of pounds to your body. Your shirt buttons pop off one by one until your chest is bare. Harley unties your midsection once you’ve grown too fat, bursting the knotted ropes open one at a time.

Your belly balloons outwards, growing so big it overflows your knees and swallows up your legs. The office chair creaks and groans under all your newfound weight; your ass getting enormous beneath you. You can feel it straining against the plastic and faux leather of the chair.

“I could keep feeding you like this all night,” Harley teases you, “Maybe even give your ballooning body a little extra attention-”

Her flirtations are cut off by a grinding sound from the factory machines and an alarm bell going off. Harley sighs dramatically, then turns around towards the machines.

“Don’t go wandering off, fatty. I’m not done with you yet” she calls back to you. You watch as she investigates what looks like a breakdown in the machinery. After fiddling with it for a few minutes, you see her climb up onto top of the machines, tugging at the hoses and tubes connected to the two overhead filling vats.

Now’s my only chance to escape! You think to yourself. You muster as much strength as you have left and try to twist and buck your chair into rolling away. Towards the end of the factory, towards an exit, towards freedom!

You make it a few feet before you feel a hand clap down on your shoulder from behind.

“Where do you think you’re going, my sweet little fatty?” Harley smiles, “We’re not even halfway through. It looks like the donut machine is kaput. That’s a pain in the tuchus, but I think I’ve got something better here…” she says as she hoists up two thick hoses with polished copper nozzles and industrial looking spigots on their ends.

Harley pushes both of the hoses past your lips, holding them in place inside your mouth. You feel them force your mouth open, your tongue down, and your lips apart. She turns the spigot on both hoses, and suddenly your mouth is awash in sweetness!

You swallow against the suffocating flow of sweet, only able to keep guzzling it down just to keep from choking on it all. Boston creme filling and jelly donut filling, all of it gushing into your mouth at what feels like a gallon a minute. The hoses churn and gurgle, as they pump you full of gooey, fattening filling.

Your body seems to be soaking it up. At first you feel like your stomach is about to explode just from the sheer pressure of all that sugary goop being packed into it. But then you feel that familiar hissing and bubbling from inside your stomach. The fullness abates, and all you can feel is the heavy warmth of your body expanding bigger and fatter, and the tremendous pressure all that fat is putting on your still raging erection.

Your underwear tears themselves apart against your ballooning butt, snapping apart. This leaves your boner free to rub and squeeze against your rapidly expanding fupa and the underside of your massive belly.

No shred of clothing survives your growth, as you swell bigger and bigger. The office chair finally snaps and breaks under your weight, sending you plummeting to the hard concrete floor. The impact is so heavy, you worry you’ll burst like a water balloon as your belly slaps against the ground. Harley winces as she watches it happen, then giggles in delight.

“Fat baby go boom!” she teased, leaning over and laughing at you. You grow red in the face, embarrassed of just how fat you’re getting.

You’re finally free of the chair, no longer tied up at all, but when you try to stand back up…you find you can’t! Every small movement you make just sets your fattened arms and legs to jiggling. As you look around, you see that you can’t see your legs any more, and you can barely move your fat arms and fingers.

Harley has literally fattened you into immobility!

After what feels like half an hour of straight guzzling, the clown princess of crime turns off the flow of filling and pops the nozzles out of your mouth. You let out a wheezing gasp, followed by a factory shaking belch.

“Mmmph, oh gawd, sho fat! I can’t move urp” you moan.

“Perfect, my special little fatty. That means Harley can do this!” Harley shouts gleefully as she cartwheels her way on top of you. You suddenly feel Harley’s thighs resting on your shoulders, their thickness squeezing your fat cheeks. She’s practically sitting on your face!

With a gymnast’s flexibility, Harley tilts your head up, leans down, and kisses you deeply. Your painted black lips part yours, her soft, slick tongue exploring your sugar-glazed mouth. She sucks on your tongue to the point where you feel like it’ll fall off, then releases your mouth with a wet pop.

“Mwah~ You kiss pretty good fatty. But let’s see how well you can really eat” Harley says sultrily.

Harley bucks her hips against your face. You’re suddenly extremely aware of how close you are to her pussy. You can see the camel toe bulge in her harlequin costume of her fat pussy lips; its fabric already damp with arousal. All you can smell is her Shreck brand Gotham Lady perfume and sex. Suddenly your mouth is watering.

You lick your lips as Harley effortlessly rips open the crotch of her costume, exposing her wet pussy. As she inches closer to your face, you can’t help but press your lips to hers; lapping along her pussy and feeling the swell of her clit.

Harley clenches her thighs together, squeezing your face, squishing it up between her legs as you messily eat her out. Just like you’ve gorged yourself of donuts and donut filling, eating up Harley just seems to come naturally to you. Your tongue swirling around her lips, lapping along her clit, and your own lips sucking on hers. You feel her hot, swollen clit slide in and out of your mouth as you suckle it.

Harley’s legs kick out. Though your ears are blocked by her dummy thicc thighs, you can still hear her in the throes of orgasm.

“Mmmph! Oh fuck yes! Yes, m-my sweet little fatty! Make Harley cum. Make her cum so good! Gobble her up, sweetie. Ohhhh, oh f-f-fuck!!” Harley cried out.

You feel her legs form a vice grip around your head as she squirts up against your face. You can’t help but drink her up as she cums. When her legs finally release you, you’re left sputtering and panting, gasping for breath. Harley slides off of your immense, immobile body.

“Phew…I haven’t been gone down on like that in forever!” she gasped with a grin. You watch as she circles your fattened, almost spherical body, as if looking for a way in. “But now I’ve got to return the favor. How does that sound, my special fatty? You want a big fat blowjob from the clown princess of crime?” Harley asked, waggling her tongue at you.

“MMmmph! Unnnmph! Y-yesh!” you grunt. You’re still seeing stars from how hard Harley had squeezed your face, nearly suffocating you, but now everything in your body is at attention. You’re still so turned on and so hard underneath all that fat.

“Alright, fat boy. Don’t go havin’ a heart attack on me' ' Harley teased as she pushes you backwards. You feel your enormous, cushiony ass support you as you’re rolled nearly onto a laying down position. You suddenly feel a draft on your legs. You can’t see it, but you can feel Harley lifting up your belly fat as much as she can.

Then, you feel it. You feel her soft, plump lips wrap around your engorged cock. You feel her take your precum oozing cock into her mouth, slurping it back all the way to the back of her throat as you fill her mouth.

The pleasure is incredible! It spreads through you in waves, crashing in time with Harley’s bobbing up and down on your dick. You can feel all your newfound blubber squashing her, threatening to crush her as she gobbles you up. A part of you worries about her suffocating before you get the chance to cum.

That part of you disappears though, as you feel her hand caress your balls, cupping and fondling them while her mouth works your plump shaft. Her lips and tongue work their magic on your cock, coaxing and squeezing every bit of pleasure out of you. It swells and grows so quickly you can barely keep up with it, until…

“Mmmmph! Unfff…oh f-fuck I’m g-gonna cum!” You bellow. Your now husky voice fills the abandoned factory. You feel Harley try to pull away, but your fat is too heavy on her, and your cock too deep down her throat. She gurgles and chokes a little as you blow the biggest, hottest load you’ve ever cum down her throat.

Finally, you feel her pull away and crawl out from under your flab. When she faces you again, her jester hood is askew, a curl of blonde hair peeking out, and her white greasepaint is smearing, causing her domino mask to begin to peel off.

“Holy moly, donut boy. You cum as big as you eat! I like that in a guy” she giggles, “I think this counts as a successful test for what I’m gonna do to batgirl and robin…but that still leaves you to deal with…” she smirks.

The glow of your own orgasm has taken all the fight out of you. You can barely move, too fat to walk or even crawl. You’re so fat and swollen that you feel like you’re the size of an entire queen sized bed. Your belly extends out several feet in front of you, completely covering the rest of your body.

You feel Harley Quinn, panting and gurgling, climb atop your belly and settle in. She lays back, exhausted, upon your belly. She nestles her face up against one of your massively fat moobs.

“I’ve never swallowed a load that big before. Phew…you’re pretty comfy too, you know that? I might just keep you around as my own personal bed. It ‘aint like you’re going anywhere” she sighed happily. You feel her stretch out and get comfortable.

“I might just take a little nap,” she said groggily, nuzzling your fat, “When I get up, maybe we’ll have some more fun together. You gobbled me up better than I’ve ever had before. Mmmmm, yawn you might be a keeper, donut boy. I think I’ll make you my permanent bed and plaything” Harley smiled.

You feel the clown princess of crime fall asleep on your belly. Looks like you’ve got a new living arrangement and a new job. As exhaustion and a food coma begin to take you, your eyelids drooping, all you can think about is just how you’re going to explain this to your family.

Gotham’s great mom. Not as safe as I told you, but good news! I have a girlfriend now. She’s…a psychologist…currently working as…um, an entertainer. She makes me laugh. We’re living together in a…spacious place in the industrial side of town. It’s nice.

Also don’t be surprised…but I’ve put on a bit of weight.