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The party was about to begin. Even with the sun setting it was a hot, muggy night. Divine decided there was no reason for so much as a wrap to cover her bikini. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone would think she was a slut for wearing something so outré.

They’d all think it was Karen.

She stepped into the tiny thong and pulled the thin gold chain that made up its waistband high onto her belly until the gusset was taut. It was just enough to cover her labia, but not all of her blonde pubic fluff.

And of course the string in back showed each delectable buttock in full. If they weren’t so thick, her asshole probably would’ve shown up too. All she had to do was pull them apart. The thong wouldn’t hide her at all.

As a finishing touch, Divine slipped on her high heels. She examined herself in the mirror. Her shapely legs were chiseled of even the slightest imperfection by the form her heels forced them into. Their luscious flow went uninterrupted except for the gold chain that joined the front and back of her panties.

“Maybe I should go topless,” Divine wondered out loud. “That’d do wonders for Karen’s reputation… but no, that’d be too much. They have to believe I’m her, associate her with everything I do. Then she’ll never be able to live this down.”

Kon knocked at the door to the little rooftop bungalow that hid the entrance and exit to her apartment below. “Peej, you in here?”

“You know I am, loverboy,” Divine answered. “Or isn’t your X-ray vision working?”

She picked up her bikini top and pouted as she went through with covering up her awe-inspiring breasts. The two microscopic triangles that hung on the bra’s band like socks on a clothesline barely managed to overcome how stiff her nipples were. With the size of her breasts, their round curving showed on all sides of the coverage. The tight top also pushed Divine’s generous tits together, making a deep valley showing off just how expansive her cleavage was.

Divine inhaled deeply and arched her back. Her full breasts thrust out thunderously, the white bikini top hiding—but not wholly obscuring—the dark nipples that otherwise would contrast with her milky white flesh.

“Hope you’re ready to party,” she told Kon as she charged the door. “And that your friend is too.”

She came out, taking Kon’s arm before he could even get a good look at her and press-ganging him to the drink table. All eyes were on her. There wasn’t a woman there who wasn’t enthralled by her stunning curves. And among the men, even the most flaming of fruits had to look long enough to convince himself she was real.

Divine smirked, wondering how many of them were rethinking their orientation. Not so ‘proud’ now that you know you’ll never get a shot at this, now are you? She petted Kon’s hand. Or him. Not when I’m around.

Divine let them all get the fullest measure of what she had to work with. Strutting so that her fat ass jiggled, each perfectly curved glute moving in a flawless pattern. The elastic straps of her top stretched and shimmied with the bouncing of her proud breasts, all the revealed flesh shaking jubilantly.

“Fix me a drink there, hot stuff,” she told Kon, giving him a pat on the ass to jolt him towards the drinks. “I need to be well-lubricated with all these men around.”

She put her hands on her next-to-bare hips, fingers moving alluringly over their roundness. Her deep breaths thrust her bosom upward, displaying almost all its attractive heft to the circle of onlookers who’d gravitated to her like a crowd of journalists attending a press conference. If she were to say anything, they’d hang on her every word.

The wives and girlfriends in attendance weren’t so enthused with her that they weren’t jealous of the attention she was getting. Especially when they were literally getting crowded out by their partners pushing forward to get a better look at Divine’s largely exposed figure.

She put her hands behind her head and affected stretching, pushing out her supple breasts to their fullest heights. Women stared admiringly. Less endowed women huffed in envy. And the men, down to the last pupil, wore lustful looks in their eyes.

Kon smiled slackly, unable to take his stare off her enormous breasts and the cleft between that might… might… be challenged by the swollen size of his manhood. Divine glanced down at her cleavage and then back up to Kon, looking him in the eye to tell him she was thinking the same thing.

She ran her tongue over her dry lips, leaving them with a varnished gleam that she puckered at Kon. “Do you want me all to yourself?” Divine smiled ironically. “I thought you were bringing a friend.”

“I was. I am!” Kon corrected him. “I explained where we were going and she said she had to change her outfit. But she’s coming! Don’t worry! She said she’d come. Hey! There she is! One sec!”

Divine watched Kon plunge into the mass of people craning for a good look at her. It was a joy to watch him hunch over, trying to protect the growing bulge in his swim trunks from crashing into one of the people he was pushing past.

Kon was big and muscular; superpowered to begin with. Divine’s cunt tingled at the thought of how much he could exert himself. Next to Superman himself, there couldn’t be a better lay for a woman like her who could take it.

She imagined him holding her down and fucking her until he’d had enough. She imagined him holding Karen down and doing the same to her. Divine nearly came at the thought.

Kon returned with Harley. Like they were twins, the little blonde had put on a matching outfit to Divine’s. Not out of any planning, but simply because they had similar motives. Divine wanted to paint Karen as as much of a slut as Harley really was.

Divine started her appraisal of Harley low, checking out the towering heels that stacked Harley up into the air. Even with her petite stature, her heels were far taller than the ones Divine wore. Her calves were shapely, her thighs toned. The little thong flourished her flat belly and buoyant hips. Her nipples prodded into the fabric of her miniscule cups like the pips on a playing card; they were small too.

As her eyes came to rest on Harley’s endearingly pretty face, Divine could’ve laughed out loud. Harley looked so lovelorn, so worshipfully devoted, she could’ve been starring in I Dream of Jeanne. Or a porno of it, at least.

Well, Divine would be happy to make a sex tape with her. The world was permissive about what sexy white women got up to in their spare time, but playing around with Harley Quinn would be sure to tank Karen’s popularity. And Divine would have the fun of coming on that cute face at the same time.

Harley wore a skimpy red bikini and a pair of high heels that made her bounce with every flouncing step. She swung her compact, well-rounded hips and her trim little ass as she walked. Though her breasts were small, they were high and firm. She looked like the 98-pound weakling version of Power Girl in some comic book ad about getting sand kicked in your face.

Kon introduced them. Divine and Harley smiled at each other. They were easily the two sexiest women at the pool party. Neither one shy about showing off their charms to whoever wanted to see, which was everyone.

Harley’s breasts were small in comparison to Divine’s oversized globes, but her ass was surprisingly perky. Seeming to jump up and beg for treats with each step, like an overeager dog. Divine’s wasn’t exactly flabby, but it was fat and soft. One good slap and it sloshed around like a Jell-O mold.

Harley wasn’t shy about showing off the healthy way her taut flesh jiggled in back. Her thong was deeply buried in the cleft of her glutes, letting out both juicy buttocks to move to their heart’s content. She tantalized everyone with her playing around, running and jumping everywhere, making her small but significant curves dance and shake in all the appealing poses she found herself in.

***

The hideout smelled of cunt. Karen wrinkled her nose, but it made sense. She’d been in the mood to fool around. Why wouldn’t her best friend—best something—Harley Quinn be on the same wavelength? It was clearly Ivy’s botanical tartness in the air, so assuming they’d been up to their usual tricks, Karen barged into the hideout’s main room.

She was as surprised as anyone to find Selina and Ivy wrapped up in each other.

“Where’s Harley?” she blurted out, not taking time to voice any other of the many thoughts that might’ve occurred to her.

“She’s with you,” Ivy said, too well-fucked to realize the contradiction.

“No, she’s not.”

“Yeah, she went with Superboy to meet you at the party.”

“What party?”

“Oh hell,” Selina moaned. “We’re having some doppelganger thing. And if the universe decided to give us two Harleys, so help me…”

Karen hovered off the floor, ready to speed to wherever the crisis was brewing. “What party?” she reiterated.