As Omen and Harley walked down the stairwell, the smell of sex and sweat lingered on her torn jester suit while Omen's mind was already moving on to his next goal.
He had time, at least a month or two before the mess with Justice League: Dark started, more than enough time to establish himself a base of operations, ehem, a palace, and start having some fun with the big shots.
Themyscira popped into his head immediately, an entire island of warrior women who'd never had a real god walk among them, Omen could already picture it: an island full of thick, strong, muscular women serving his every whim, with their bellies swelling with his kids and their Amazonian pride shattered under his cock. The thought alone made his cock twitch against his pants as Harley trailed behind him, tugging at her suit, trying to stuff her new oversized tits inside.
"Harley," Omen said casually, pushing open the front door of Ivy's building, "does Joker own a private plane?" He didn't need one, he could snap his fingers and be halfway across the world in a blink, but he wanted to drag this out, after all, he had all the time in the world, and living like a god meant enjoying every bit of power and luxury along the way.
Harley blinked, her smudged makeup making her look more like a drunk than a clown, and shrugged. "Hmmm, I don't think so…" she said, still fiddling with the tight suit, squeezing in her new tits. Omen rolled his eyes, flicked his fingers, and reality warped. Now, Joker not only had a top-of-the-line private jet, but Ivy was one of the best pilots alive, with every possible license and skill burned into her brain.
"No, actually he does!" Harley said a second later, her face lighting up as a fake memory popped into her mind. She smacked her own forehead and giggled, "How the hell did I forget that? Must be your cock scrambled my brains, puddin' boss," she said, finally yanking her suit into place over her swollen tits.
"Very good," Omen said with a smirk as they reached the waiting limo. He ordered the driver to take them straight to the airport, his voice now sharp and commanding as he grew accustomed to his new position. The man nodded fast, not daring to ask questions as he saw Harley waving her hands at her with a new pair of E-cup breasts or maybe even bigger, and the car sped off into the Gotham night.
Omen sat back and looked at Harley, who was leaning against the window, squeezing her tits in fascination like they were a new toy, "Harley," he asked casually, "you ever think about being a heroine?"
She paused, glanced over at him, then looked down at her chest again and gave them another squeeze, "Nah, never really thought about it," she said, "these babies are heavy as hell though… I dunno how Puffy Pussy Ivu runs around with a pair like this," she grinned stupidly, clearly proud of the change he'd forced on her.
Omen chuckled, enjoying the view of her pale skin showing through the torn fabric, "Well, from now on," he said, leaning closer, "you're two people. Harley Quinn, the psycho villain, and Glory Hole, the heroine. Once we hit our destination, I'll give you powers. Anything else you'd want?"
Harley's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning, she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a sudden hug, "Holy shit, boss, you're makin' me a hero too?!" she squealed, bouncing with excitement. The smell of smegma, cum, and sweat rolled off her in waves, and Omen wrinkled his nose, putting a hand on her face to push her back.
"Yeah, no, thank you," he said flatly. "You stink. The plane better have a proper bath," Harley laughed and nodded quickly, promising it had everything a house did and more.
By the time they reached the airport, the sleek black jet was waiting for them on the runway, spotless and glinting under the airport lights. Omen stepped out of the limo, reached into thin air, and pulled a stack of money that wasn't there a second ago.
He handed the stunned driver a neat bundle of $100,000. "For the trouble," he said, not even glancing at him. The man stammered thanks, wide-eyed, as Omen walked away, as he groped Harley's ass. Power felt good, but he remembered what it felt like to be ordered around by rich assholes back at the antique shop, so at least this guy walked away richer for his trouble.
Inside the jet, Harley set up the controls and punched in their destination for Themyscira after being told the coordinates by Omen, humming a song she heard on the radio on their way to the airport. Omen watched her for a moment, amused at how eager she was to play his sidekick/assistant/sex slave now.
Once everything was set, he told her flatly, "Go take a bath. You reek of sweat and cum, and you're not serving on me like that," Harley snorted and flipped him off playfully, but obeyed, skipping toward the luxurious cabin with a sway in her hips as she took off her costume.
Left alone for a moment, Omen wandered the cabin, glancing around the plush interior before snapping his fingers again. Harley's villain suit shifted on its hanger in the corner, with the fabric reshaping, stretching, and moulding perfectly to her new figure.
Omen added an extra so that it worked as a sort of armour and stretched as much as Harley needed while remaining skin-tight; it would show off her fat ass even better, too, and if it tore, it would repair itself after 24 hours. Still, the only person on earth who could tear it was Omen himself.
Omen smirked, already thinking about how she'd look strutting around Themyscira in it, then his mind went back to the island itself, where there were possibly hundreds of warrior women who thought they were untouchable and committed massacres in the name of peace. He'd see how fast that pride crumbled with his cock splitting them open one by one.
He walked into the bathroom without knocking, pushing the door open to see Harley naked under a stream of steaming water, the cabin's gold and marble shower gleamed as pale skin, smeared makeup, and messy blonde pigtails were coated with the mild water.
She was humming to herself as she rubbed soap over her tits, squeezing them like she still couldn't believe how big they were now.
Omen stripped off his clothes and stepped into the bath with her, water splashing around his ankles. Harley looked up with a smirk, biting her lip as her eyes slid down his body. "Coulda warned me, boss," she teased, but didn't stop scrubbing her tits.
"What do you think Themyscira looks like?" Omen asked Harley as he moved closer, the heat of the water already loosening his muscles. He wanted her thoughts, not because he needed or cared about them, but because she was as much as of a pervert as himself, and it turned him on hearing filth pour out of her mouth, "Imagine it. An island of women waiting to get broken in. What's it like in that dirty little head of yours?"
Harley snickered, biting her lip as her soapy hands slid down her thick thighs while she leaned her ass back against the shower wall, tilting her head up to meet his gaze with her eyes full of lust.
"Ohhh~ boss, I bet it's a fuckin' paradise of pent-up pussy," she said as she traced circles over her fat tits, "all those big, muscly broads struttin' around in their tiny armor, actin' like they don't know what a cock looks like… probably smellin' like sweat, blood, and unlicked pussy."
She giggled, pressing her tits together and letting the soap drip down her cleavage like lube, "Bet they sleep in them skimpy lil' skirts with their thighs clamped tight, pretendin' they don't hump their pillows at night."
"Oh, and the queen? Tch, guarantee you she's the worst, a stuck-up royal bitch with a fat ass and huge tits beggin' to be bent over her own throne and get her womb filled that hasn't been properly fucked and been filled in centuries."
Harley licked her lips, eyes sliding down to Omen's cock, twitching under the steaming water. "Fuck, boss, you bring that monster down there and every Amazon's gonna line up for a taste, swear to God. They'll be beggin' for you to breed 'em raw by sunset."
"The whole damn island turned into your personal breeding camp in a week flat." She slapped her tits hard enough to make them echo in the gold-tiled shower, grinning widely. "Heh… betcha even the most stuck-up bitch in the island will end up waddlin' around with your cum dripping down her thighs, pretendin' she ain't in love."
Omen grinned darkly as Harley finished her filthy fantasy. With a lazy flick of his fingers, reality warped, and every word Harley had spat out was now law on Themyscira.
The island was no longer a paradise of warrior women but a breeding ground waiting for its rightful ruler who would impregnate all its inhabitants and guide them into a future, not a better or worse, but a fate chosen by someone superior to themselves.
Every Amazon now carried a hidden rule in their souls: the first man to make them cum owned them. If he wanted a wife, they'd kneel as wives, if he wanted slaves, they'd crawl as slaves. Either way, their bodies and loyalty would belong to him forever.
"That's what I like to hear, Harley," Omen said as he reached out and patted her messy blonde hair, letting his fingers tangle in her damp pigtails.
Harley lit up at the small praise, smiling like an idiot, the last of her makeup running down her cheeks in black streaks, revealing her ghostly pale skin.
But he wasn't in the mood for sweet right now. Omen's hand tightened in her hair, his grip turning harsh as he dragged her closer to his cock as Harley gasped and smiled right before he forced her face to his cock.
"Open that mouth, slut," Omen ordered as Harley's lips parted instantly, waiting for a good taste of his cock, her tongue sticking out like a starving mutt.
He didn't give her time to tease or play with his tip, his fist clenched in her hair, and with one hard shove, he crammed his cock between her lips, driving it straight to the back of her throat in a single brutal motion.
Harley gagged hard with her eyes rolling back as water and spit splashed around them. The shower made everything slick, with his cock sliding deeper as her throat stretched around him. She clawed at his thighs but didn't try to pull away, just stayed there choking and drooling, letting him own her mouth completely.
"That's it," Omen growled, hips snapping forward to bury every inch of his cock down her throat, he held her there, with her nose smashed against his base and with pubes sticking to her nose, her throat bulging obscenely around his length. "This is all you're good for, Harley. A cock sleeve. A stupid hole for me to fuck while I think about all those Amazons waiting to get ruined."
Harley moaned around his cock, the sound muffled by his cock and the falling water. Her eyes watered, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, but she pushed her head forward like she wanted more.
Omen rewarded her by pulling her hair even harder, forcing her head to move with his thrusts, using her like a toy under the mild water.
The thought of Themyscira waiting for him made his grin widen, his free hand gripping the back of her skull to keep her stuffed full of cock as he groaned, "Yeah… soon it'll be their turn. But for now, you'll be enough, whore."