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Purple Pills 3 - Harley Quinn By: LuckyKat David carried another box up the ladder and lugged it onto the shelf. Working in the warehouse of RT Supply Co. had never been easy, but it had been even harder for the last two weeks. With every box he carried and every shipment he retrieved from the shelves he reminisced about his time as Sonya, the tall buxom blonde he had turned into thanks to Mark's little purple pills. He even thought of Jeremy, the man he'd gone out on a date with, every now and then. He wondered if he would ever take up Mark on his offer to create more pills that could turn him into Sonya so he could go out with Jeremy again. On their last date, Sonya had told Jeremy that she would be out of town for a while, so he had some time to decide. As David, he didn't feel the same way about Jeremy as when he was Sonya. But he still had access to those intense feelings, could remember how intense their connection was during sex, and some part of him longed to be back in those moments. However, David still had nine pills left, which meant there was an entire world of change awaiting him. He wanted to take some more days off so he could really enjoy himself, but his boss was pretty strict about vacation days and wouldn't hesitate to replace someone who took more than their fair share of time off. David only had three more days of vacation left. But as day after day went by, the need to try another purple pill consumed him. Labor Day finally arrived, which meant a three day weekend. He had been hoping for more time to explore the new body he got, but his desire to transform felt like it would kill him if he didn't indulge it. He got home at 6:30 on the Friday before Labor Day. He declined when his friends asked him to go out that night, telling them he was sick. He dressed himself in a loose fitting blue tee shirt and grey sweatpants and sat on the couch with the pills laid out in front of him in a row. "Eee nee, mee nee, miney...moe!" he said. Without thinking he snatched the bill that was third from the left and popped it into his mouth and washed it down with a gulp of water. He felt the changes coming on more rapidly this time. It seemed that the more pills he took, the quicker they worked in his body. The hair on his arms disappeared, and he could feel the same happening on his legs while the hair on his scalp grew out. His tan skin became pale, losing pigment until it looked almost white. He could feel his muscles transforming, spasms coursing through his body as they reshaped. He took his sweatpants off and saw that his feet were dainty now, and his legs much shorter, all of it the same freakish white color. His manhood shrank and retracted inside his body. There was a tugging sensation as a vagina formed between his legs. His organs churned and gurgled and became something new. David pulled up his shirt to look at his stomach which was becoming flat and toned with taut muscles, his waist thinning to an impossible hourglass figure. His chest was on fire now, and with each passing second his shirt pressed out further as breasts grew and caused the fabric to stretch. He reached underneath his shirt and felt them. They were large in his hands, spilling out from his palms, and still growing. The erotic sensation from touching his newly formed nipples mixed with the discomfort of transforming and made the experience somewhat pleasant. When the changes felt mostly complete, David ran to the mirror in his bathroom. His legs were definitely shorter now. He guessed he was maybe five feet, four inches tall. When he reached the mirror and saw his face, he gasped at what he saw. The woman looking back at him was pale as a ghost from head to toe. Her shoulder-length hair was a pale, white blond. She had large, cat-like eyes the color of sapphires. She lifted her hands to her breasts and squeezed. They were large and firm and sensitive to the touch. She ran a hand along her thin waist which gave way to a remarkably firm and round butt. She raised a hand and spanked herself on the ass, and a shock of delight shot through her. She laughed at the wonderful feeling. Her smile was wide and revealed a mouthful of beautiful white teeth. The smile made her look a little crazy, the way a demented cartoon wolf might smile. There was danger in that smile, but the male part of her brain also thought it looked sexy, even if it was a dangerous kind of sexy. She felt her new vagina lips and stuck her finger inside. She gasped at the feeling - the pleasure was intense and sudden, so much that she had to sit down on the floor to continue. Her new equipment was more sensitive than before, and each stroke inside caused ecstasy to rise within her. After several minutes she felt so close to getting off, but something told her she needed to raise the ante to get her there. She rushed around the house looking for the perfect thing, her pussy drenched and dripping on the floor as she frantically darted from place to place. Finally, her eyes settled on the perfect thing: a large kitchen knife. She withdrew the knife and sliced open a spot on her thigh. Nothing serious, just enough to sting a little and draw a good flow of blood. The sight of the blood caused a new rush within her - the sight of that lovely crimson liquid oozing from the wound made her giggle. She didn't know what was funny about it, but the sight of it made her giddy for some reason. She stuck a finger in the wound, brought the bloody finger back to her lips, and stuck the finger in her mouth. She sucked at the coppery taste on her finger and her head got light. She used her other hand to rub her clit. She sopped up more blood on her finger and sucked it off. The taste of blood combined with the intense high from the masturbation caused her to orgasm in a way she never had before, like a white-hot star full of endorphins had exploded in her body. She lay on the ground a while and basked in the amazing high as it slowly faded. "Well, that was different," she said. She cupped her hands around her large breasts and squeezed. "Who the hell has Mark's pills turned me into this time?" She admired the ghostly pallor of her skin. "No time like the present to figure it out." She went to the bathroom and cleaned up her self-inflicted cut. Then she rummaged through the stash of female clothes she had bought as David. Nothing stood out to her, but she did put on a pair of pink panties and a short cut denim shorts. All of the blouses and tops were too girly for her taste so she rifled through her David shirts instead. When she found the one she was looking for, she knew instantly. It was a black tee shirt with a zombie on the front with the band name Dead Man's Corn Flakes. She remembered the weird looks people gave her when she was David and wore that shirt. She giggled to herself hoping she would get similar reactions when wearing it tonight. She looked in the mirror and studied herself. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders and played with the ends on either side. She pulled her hair into two ponytails on either side of her head. She loved the way it looked, so playful but with a body to die for. But something wasn't quite right. Too blonde, she thought to herself. She didn't know why, but she really wanted to mess up her hair, make it something less perfect. She remembered the Kool-Aid she had in the cabinet from the time she'd watched her nephew for a weekend. She grabbed a blue pack and a red pack and prepared them in separate pots and dipped one side of her ponytail in each one and let it soak in. She admired her handywork in the mirror and smiled. It was a messy job, one pigtail looked a pale pink, the other a pale blue, but it was exactly what she had been wanting. Now she was ready to go out. She put on some cowboy boots that she'd bought as David at a Goodwill, black with little gold roses embroidered on the sides. She left the apartment and as she walked to her car, she couldn't help but laugh at how nimble and spry she felt. Every step was like she was bouncing. She thought of the world outside her apartment complex and couldn't wait to see where her new body would lead her. The excitement of it was overwhelming for her, and without thinking she started running toward her car. She jumped, kicked off of her trunk, and did a backflip in the air. She landed on the ground and raised her arms in the air. "Fucking sweet!" she squealed. Adrenaline rushed through her body as she hurried into the car and drove into town. She drove into town and cruised through the uptown section of the city. She gazed at the upscale shops and fancy restaurants with boredom. This was definitely not her scene. Everything was so clean and nicey-nice. She knew she belonged somewhere else. A few minutes and a few turns later and she started to feel more at home. Here there were tattoo parlors, greasy diners, and dive bars galore. She decided to park her car and start exploring. She parked on a dark street with several abandoned warehouses. She got out of the car and started to walk to where she felt the excitement was. At the very least, she wanted to find some clothes more befitting of the new her. As she rounded a corner she passed a couple of guys leaning against a brick building. One was tall with a goatee and a sleeveless shirt that bared two arms full of tattoos. The other was shorter than her but built like a Mack truck, his wide shoulders and burly arms bursting out of the tight black shirt he wore. "Hey missy, what's your name?" the tall one said. She thought about this, and realized it hadn't come to her yet. "I don't know, sweets," she said. "Waddya wanna call me?" The stocky man looked her up and down. "I'd call you trouble, sweet cheeks. Walking around here all by yourself, you must be lookin' for trouble." The tall man grinned, revealing a few missing teeth. "We can give you some trouble, if that's what you're looking for." David felt her pulse quicken, but it wasn't with fear. She was getting excitement. She wasn't thinking anymore, she was going on autopilot as if it all came natural to her. Somehow, this was her comfort zone. "Oh yeah, that's right," she said. "I was looking for trouble. Thanks for remindin' me, puddin'." She tried to walk past the men, but the short one grabbed her by the arm. "No need to go anywhere, hon'. I got seven inches of trouble right here for ya." The short man dragged her back to the dark street she'd just come from with his tall friend following behind and checking for any witnesses over his shoulder. She laughed. "Seven inches? That's not trouble! That's like high school detention. Anybody have some man-sized trouble to dole out?" The tall man chuckled. "Get on your knees - let's see if that mouth can suck cock as good as it talks shit." The short man grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to the ground. Without thinking, David grabbed the man's arms and flipped him over her head. He landed with a satisfying thud on the sidewalk, his eyes bulging, mouth gasping for air. She kicked him right in the sweet spot in his temple with the heel of her cowboy boot. The short man went rigid and his arms flailed about until a few minutes later when he stopped and went still. She felt excitement surge through her again, much as she had back at her apartment. She let loose a fit of hysterical giggles. "Oops," she said to the tall man, her smile wide and gleaming in the night. "Did I play too rough with him?" The tall man sneered at her. "I'm gonna kill you bitch!" He drew a knife from his jacket and stepped toward her. She laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. "Oh, so rapists stick together, is that it? You pick on one, you gotta take 'em all on?" The man yelled as he lunged at her, the knife aimed for her neck. She did a backflip and her heel connected with the tall man's chin. He sunk to the ground and the knife clattered beside him. He made a move to grab it but she beat him to it. He looked up at her, trying desperately not to admit defeat to himself. She took the knife and plunged it deep into his throat. The excitement in her boiled over and flooded through her body. Her pussy was soaking wet from watching the man slowly die in front of her, so much that the front of her denim shorts had become damp. She reached a hand into her shorts and fingered herself until she came again. The man gurgled blood in front of her with wide, terrified eyes. "You...s-s-sick...buh...buh...bitch..." She gasped and feigned a hurt look. "That's so rude! I have a name you know. It's...goddamn, what is my name?" From somewhere behind her she heard someone say, "Harley..." Yeah, she thought. That's my name. She turned to see a shape emerge from the shadows. When it came into the light, she saw it was a man wearing a purple vest without any shirt underneath. His bare chest revealed lean, taut muscles and a trim stomach. His pale skin was covered in tattoos - smiling faces, guns, and the words "HA HA HA!" all over. The man smiled with blood red lips and eyes that seemed to penetrate her soul. "Puddin'...?" she said. She didn't know why she called him that, only that it felt right. "Well tickle me pink! This night keeps gettin' stranger all the time." The man stood a few feet away from her. "Do you know who you are, Harley?" He smiled and it was like the way a snake would smile if it had lips. It was creepy as all hell, but it was also seriously turning her on. "I think you just answered your question with a question," Harley smiled. The man chuckled and swept a long strand of his green hair out of his face. "But do you know...WHO...you...are?" Harley stuck out her hand. "I'm available," she said with a smirk. The man cackled with delight as he took her hand. "Yes, you're coming along quite nicely." Harley jerked her hand away and looked intently at the man. "Wait a minute," she said. "Mark, is that you?" The man cocked his finger into a gun and pretended to fire it at Harley. "Bingo," he said, breaking into another peal of maniacal laughter. "How did you know it was me? And how did you find me..." Mark scoffed. "Lots of girls may dress up like Harley Quinn, but there's only one who gets turned on at the sight of blood. Oh, and I had an alert set up in the Harley pill so that when it was dissolved the GPS tracker inside it would alert me to your whereabouts." "So," Harley said, "why did you turn into that guy? I gotta say, just the sight of him is pressing all my buttons, if you know whatta I mean." "Oh, I do," Mark said, with a look of mock concern on his face. "You don't read comics much, do ya?" All of a sudden, realization struck Harley. "You're the Joker," she said with awe. "Right again!" Mark squealed. "And you are the Joker's main squeeze - his muse, his lust, his partner in crime. Thought you might want to have some fun this way." Harley couldn't take her eyes off Mr. J's eyes. She thought she could see some part of Mark in them, hiding inside this maniac's body. The thought of him inside the Joker's body made her wet again. "Jesus, Mark - my vagina is like Niagara Falls. Is this your work?" Mark put a pale finger against her lips and said, "Shhhh. I'm not Mark tonight. None of that matters. What matters is that we have fun, right?" Harley bit her lower lip and smiled. "Whadda ya say, Mr. J? I'm ready for a night out on the town. How about a little bank heist to set the mood?" "Too clich?," he said. "I've got an idea that will make us both...smile..." He giggled to himself and Harley couldn't help but be seduced by the touch of insanity that she heard in his voice. First they broke into a department store so Harley could get some new clothes. She chose a tight-fitting white baseball tee shirt with the team name "Unicorns" in scripted font on the front with a picture of a rainbow and a sparkling purple unicorn. She kept her cutoff jean shorts with strays of fabric poking out the hem. For shoes she chose some red sneakers that felt comfortable. As they left the department store they knocked off all the shoes sitting on the display shelves. When they left the building they saw flashing blue and red lights stopping at the department store. Police cars surrounded the building, and uniformed officers made their way inside. They cracked up laughing as they scampered away. They passed a nightclub called Blu Twilight. The heavy bump of the bass could be heard from outside. They stopped and stared at the cars parked beside the building - a lineup of luxury cars worth more than a year's salary in their normal lives. In particular they noticed a valet parking a green Lamborghini. Joker looked at her and said, "Green is my color, darling." He smiled a big toothy grin, and Harley couldn't help herself. She leaned over and pressed her lips to his, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Joker brought a hand up the backside of her shorts and grabbed her ass with a tight squeeze. The feeling made her heart beat faster and their kisses became more intense. Then he slipped a finger into her butthole and it was like she had been knocked over the head with an orgasm hammer. She felt her panties get soaked, but instead of it feeling gross she liked the feeling. "Flippity fuckballs," Harley said, panting. "You do that move with all the girls?" Joker giggled and brought his hand out of her shorts. "Just wait until I really get started. You've got buttons you didn't even know could be pressed." Harley felt herself getting wet again just from his tease. "Let's go," Joker said. "Or we'll miss our ride." He looked back at her. "You know what to do, right baby?" Harley smiled and nodded. The valet had locked up the Lamborghini and had turned around to admire it. Harley walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and his eyes widened as he saw her. She could see his instant attraction to her, and she could sense the power she had over him. "I never been in a car like that," Harley said. She traced a finger over the man's cheek. "Bet a girl would do crazy things for a ride in a car like that." She leaned in close and whispered next to his ear. "Why, I bet a girl like me would fuck someone sideways if a man gave her a ride around the block in that car." The valet couldn't find the words. "But...I'm on duty..." Harley scoffed. "What's more important - a minimum wage gig like this or having a chance to stick your meat in the most beautiful pussy you will ever have a chance to see? Time's running out, hun." She started to hum the Jeopardy theme. The valet looked back at the bar. "This job sucks anyway. Let's go." The valet unlocked the car and Harley hopped inside the passenger seat. The valet settled in the driver's seat and smiled at her. He started the engine and the car roared to life. "Did you hear that?" Harley said, pointing outside. "I think I heard something funny. You should go out there and see if you hear it. Might be the engine." The man stepped outside and walked to the front of the car. At that moment, Joker stepped out of the shadows and said to the man, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" The man said nothing, just stared in shock. "Because he thought he was going to get laid!" He cackled maniacally and wagged his fingers. "But that's not going to happen. Not tonight!" Joker reached out a hand and pinched a nerve in the valet's neck, and the valet dropped to the ground. Joker got in the driver's seat and closed the door. Harley smiled. "I told him I thought heard something funny." They drove the car as fast as it would go on the freeway. Harley hung her head out the window and her blonde whipped around in the wind. They almost crashed into other cars several times, but instead of making her worried, she just got more turned on. "Faster!" she said, several times. "Faster, faster!" They ditched the car in a park not far from Mark's house and they walked back to his house. Harley tried to keep the disappointment off her face. "Guess that's all the fun for tonight, eh Mr. J?" Joker smacked her ass and said, "Oh, that stuff? That was just a warm up. We're just getting started my clown princess." When they got back to the house, Joker took her straight back to his garage. There in the middle of Mark's workshop was a large table with two straps at each end. Joker gestured toward the table. "If you would do the honors?" Harley climbed on to the table and laid down. Joker grabbed her wrists, held them at either side of her head, and strapped them in tight. Then he did the same with her legs. She was excited, but the gleam in Joker's eyes was more than a little unnerving. He was capable of so much, and he didn't always keep her best interests in mind. Joker turned the table on its side so that she was right side up. "Did I ever mention I used to work at the circus?" he said, a slight hiss in the word "circus." He backed up a few feet and she saw that he was holding a handful of knives. "I'll give you three chances to guess what my job was. And the first two don't count!" Joker reared back his hand and flung it in her direction. A meat cleaver stuck in the wood next to her head. "Uh..." Harley said, suddenly feeling a little nauseous. "Nope!" Joker said and let fly something else. This time it was an ice pick that stuck in the table just an inch away from her ribs. "Eeek!" Harley said on impulse. "Wrong again!" Joker said. He threw something else and it stuck in the other side of her head. This time it was a steak knife. She barely had time to react. A boning knife stuck right between her fingers. Knives flew in faster than she could watch. She closed her eyes and heard each blade thump into the table somewhere close to her. Just when she thought it would never end, the thumping noises stopped. She opened her eyes to see Joker grinning madly. He held up a large gleaming Bowie knife and he said, "Last one!" He hurled it at her and it stuck right between her legs, so close she could feel the steel on her pussy lips through her shorts. That made her wet and she rubbed the crotch of her shorts against the blade. "Let me guess," Harley said. "You were a knife thrower in the circus?" Joker shrugged. "No. I worked the Ferris Wheel." Harley laughed and Joker turned the table so that she was looking up at the ceiling again. Joker stripped his clothes off and pounced on top of the table. He grabbed the Bowie knife and used it to cut her shorts from top to bottom. The cold steel of the blade made her skin feel chilly, the lower half of her body erupting in chill bumps. When the fabric was cut in half he flung the shorts off her. Then she watched as he used the knife to rip the threads in her shirt in half. The shirt fell away, revealing her taut stomach and the cute red bra that only partially covered her heaving breasts. He reached behind her back and cut the strap of her bra and it fell to the floor. Her breasts bounced and she loved the way it felt to have them free. Her little pink nipples were hard and stuck out like tiny erections. The Joker's face was a mask of excitement and insanity as he took in the sight of her bound, naked body. He took one of her breasts in his mouth and gently teased the nipple between his teeth. His finger worked inside her pussy and his hand pressed against her clit. He nibbled and sucked every inch of her body, and the pleasure built up in her like a gathering storm. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to be destroyed by him. Finally, he climbed on top of her and stuck himself inside her. The feeling of him filling her pussy was overwhelming and she orgasmed right away. Joker kept pumping himself inside her, nibbling her breasts and ears, his warm tongue exploring ever inch and crevice which conjured pleasure throughout her body. Harley kept cumming, and she thought she might never stop. She laughed at the thought of orgasming for eternity, and the sound of her musical, nutty laughter deepened the intensity of her orgasm. Maybe her orgasms wouldn't end and she would just cum for sixty years straight until she died. As she was lost in thought, Joker grabbed a knife and cut the smallest incision on his penis so that a steady stream of blood poured out. When Harley saw the blood coming from him the waves of need flowing through her were so intense that she bucked against her restraints. "Put it in me!" she yelled. "Now! Put it in me..." Joker wagged his bleeding member in front of her teasingly. "Wait for it..." he said. "Just wait for it..." Joker sliced himself open on his chest, a deep red gash that instantly poured blood. Then he pulled an electric screwdriver from the shelf and pulled the trigger. The large, sharp drill bit twisted menacingly with an electric whir. Joker pressed himself against her, shoved his cock inside her, and held the screwdriver to the side of her head. Harley felt the blood dripping over her, smearing into her breasts and covering their bodies in its coppery taste. She liked to think she could feel the blood from his cock inside her, oozing into her pussy with his irresistible insanity. The drill bit screamed in her ear and she half expected it to plunge into her brain any minute. She was convulsing with a pleasure so fierce that it bordered on pain. After what felt like a lifetime of riding the waves of ecstasy, her orgasm exploded within her like a nuclear explosion. She lost track of time and space, even lost all sense of being in her body. She did not see sights or hear sounds. She seemed to exist now in the highest dimension of sensory pleasure that dulled all other senses into nonexistence. This feeling rippled through her like electricity passing through a wire. She took it all in, feeding off every sensation until everything went black. When she woke she was still naked, and still bound to the table. Her head felt light, her mind a blank slate. But instead of her puddin' looking down on her, it was her old friend, Mark. "How you feeling there, buddy?" Mark said. "I...I feel great.." she said. She tried to hide her disappointment at the realization that her Joker was gone. It made the night before seem like just a dream. "Sorry, I had to change back," Mark said. "Remember how I said the longer you're in the body, the more you gain its characteristics? Well, after we...you know...I started getting these really weird thoughts of all the stuff we could do. I will take those thoughts to the grave, that's the level of weird it was. I feel strange even talking about it. I had to change back while I still had the willpower. But I hope you had fun." Harley held back the tears in her eyes, but one trickled out anyway. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I get it." "I still have something for you, though," Mark said. "Close your eyes..." Harley sighed and closed her eyes. She felt Mark pry open her jaw and something small landed on her tongue. She felt Mark put a cup to her lips and water poured into her throat. The surprise of everything forced her to swallow. She opened her eyes and looked up at Mark. "What was that for?" she asked. "It's going to bring you back. Not only was it dangerous for me to be Joker too long, it's dangerous for you to be Harley too long. Who knows what kind of trouble you would have gotten yourself into as her." "No!" Harley said. She stuck a finger down her throat to try and throw up the pill. "Just a little bit more time. Please? Please, Marky?" Mark held her hands at her side. "You still have more pills. Maybe you can do Harley another time." "Okay. Fine." She feigned a mock pouty face. The changes came quick. She felt herself getting taller, her hair shrinking back into her head. The tingling that meant it was probably changing color. Her breasts receded into her chest until the shirt clung to male pecs. Her waist widened and hair returned to her legs. He no longer thought of himself as Harley. Now he just wore her clothes. David's mind raced with all of the events that transpired in the past day. Being Harley was like an addictive adrenaline-dopamine rush. How could he come back from that and live a normal life again? He imagined going to work, paying bills, and dating. Getting married. Starting a family. None of those things seemed even remotely interesting now. No matter how turned on he got in his male body, it would never match the rush of being Harley Quinn. "You okay?" Mark said. David nodded solemnly as Mark undid the restraints. "I know you're probably feeling like crap right now," Mark said. "But it's temporary. You're still getting used to being back in your body. But I've got a little something to ease the transition." He held out a white pill. "Take one of these each day for the next week. It will help you kick the adrenaline high you've been used to as Harley. It will mellow you out." David took the pill and swallowed. "Thanks, man." "Come on," Mark said with a smile. "I have some clothes you can borrow."