The Isley Files

Pamela Isley, otherwise known as notorious villainess Poison Ivy, looked down at her experiment. Regenerative plants she was breeding to further her abilities under Mother Nature, and to prevent the Bat from even dealing damage to her plant babies that couldn't be repaired.

She leaned over her work and smiled when one of the plants began to bubble happily, it's elongated form almost phallic in appearance. Ivy kissed it lightly.

The plant suddenly spurted as Ivy withdrew from the kiss, hot liquid hitting her body and being absorbed into the skin almost instantly, flowing down over her clothes and soaking her thighs and her tight stomach before being absorbed too.

The biologist smiled and licked her lips seductively, looking to the now-drooping plant and mentally congratulating it on taking her by surprise. She put her hand to her mouth to blow it a kiss, when she suddenly noticed that her arm, when crooked in this position, was quickly being enveloped by her breasts.

They were growing fast, and she couldn't help feeling a little turned on by the situation. She had been busty before, sure. But now? Any man would do her bidding, and she wouldn't even need pheremone powder! Hah! Ivy leaned back and thrust her chest out, closing her eyes and feeling their weight as they swelled.

But when she opened her eyes and looked down at herself, Ivy started breathing more frequently in panic. Her green-tinged skin was now pale and actually translucent. She could see white fluid swirling around under the taut flesh, pushing it out further from her body and becoming more visible by the minute as the skin stretched and became thinner.

Ivy cried out in fear and pain as her breasts ballooned and the skin tightened around their contents. An explosion seemed inevitable, and she didn't think that it would be pleasureable in even the most unpredictable of circumstances.

In panic, she reached up to grasp at her nipples, gripping them in her fingers and pressing them carefully into her breast flesh, hoping that the pressure wouldn't simply burst them that much earlier.

This seemed to be a good idea as the sensitivity of her newly-engorged nipples overwhelmed the pain she felt and brought her to orgasm almost instantly. It was, she rationalised, better to feel pleasure than pain after all.

Her fingers dug deeper into her flesh, and she was dimly aware of another pleasant sensation. White fluid was streaming from her nipples as she squeezed, flooding over the ground beneath her and spreading out into a wide puddle, soaking into the ground and leaving it damp, with a milky residue. The urgency Ivy had felt before was subsiding with it, her breasts slowly draining and becoming more opaque with each second that passed. She was far too relieved to enjoy the sensation much, even if her legs were subconciously pressed tightly together, her body writhing with the intense feeling it gave her. 

Her chest back down to size, Ivy smiled and fell asleep gratefully. Her hands relaxed and she let them fall to her sides as she slept.

But with each sleepy breath, her bust rose higher once more. And another three plants have started to bubble...