Poison Ivy couldn't believe it, she had merely broken her leg, and now she was reduced from an all powerful plant goddess to a woman who needed to be babysat by a crazy clown.
“Ivy Honey time for dinner” Harley exclaimed, interrupting her thoughts. Harley entered the room, leaning in by hanging on the door frame, she was happy Ivy had woken, Harley didn't want to have to wake her.
“I'll be there in a second,” Ivy said in a sweet tone, and with that Harley went back to the kitchen and Ivy began to sit up, but she was met with more resistance than usual. In the week, she'd been bedridden Ivy had to have put on at least 25 pounds, due to the clowns damn cooking. Her abs had sunken into a small potbelly, her breasts had grown ever larger straining her hard rock cafe tee, and her long legs had also filled out, Ivy's thighs had rounded out to the point where they met each other. Ivy put these thoughts aside, she still looked amazingly sexy and she thought the weight was making her look even younger, her face having a much more rounded and full in appearance. Ivy left the room, clad in regular PJ's and hobbled over to the table, plopping her enlarged rear onto the wooden chair.
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