Harry P a W Gger (Harry Potter)
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Chapter 3: A Certain Kind of Love Spell
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: A Certain Kind of Love Spell - With Voldemort fully resurrected, that night Harry has a most racy dream. And his revelation the morning after next blows his mind.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Consensual Hypnosis Mind Control BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender Fan Fiction School Magic Incest Cousins Uncle DomSub MaleDom Rough Gang Bang Anal Sex Cream Pie First Facial Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Leg Fetish
The next day, Harry was feeling far bolder. In spite of her new clothes leaving very little to the imagination, Harry figured that at least they would be more comfortable. She figured Hermione would know better about how to make a girl comfortable. So she went about wearing them as she pleased.
And for some reason, it always got her much more turned on than before. When she walked past one of them, she always knew they were checking her ass as she went by. All of her clothes as a boy weren’t especially tight but they were too small to contain her big new tushy bouncing around. Girls naturally had butts that jiggled in their jeans and the new Harry Potter was no exception.
But that was nothing compared to her rack. The new Harry Potter was a double-D cup at least. All of her shirts were just as modest as anything else, loose fitting enough for a guy but even without a low cut, they did nothing to keep her big ones from hanging on through. Wherever she walked, they jiggled just like her ass did.
The results were very predictable. The guys couldn’t keep their eyes to themselves one bit. No longer just snickering at the sight of Harry Potter cursed as a woman, they were openly checking out Harry Potter the hot sexy girl. In her new attire, so much more of her was wearing, whether it was the way her ass in those short shorts and skirts were practically hanging out or how in her tight little shirts conforming to each of her breasts or the low cut angle giving them a blatant look at her cleavage, they were looking all over her. Hermione’s gift of duds left very little to the imagination.
But this time Harry didn’t mind. Those perverted fantasies were just fantasies, just a side effect of her stress dealing with this curse, this was reality. Feeling very vain, she deliberately walked in front of the guys. She knew they were looking at her, fantasizing about her. It made her feel very good and proud of her current situation, knowing her extended family that she couldn’t stand wanted her and couldn’t actually grope her as they pleased or else she would use her magic on them. When she was cured, the idea that she would be a guy again would delight her, knowing that neither of the idiots would see the female self of hers again. It was so typical that her family members always hostile to her were now openly lusting after her.
It never once occurred to her how weird it was that all her fantasies always ended up having them fondle all over her.
It was just before evening that she was headed back to her room. Before she went in, she looked back. Dudley and Uncle Vernon were looking at her with big dumb smiles on their faces. For once she wasn’t thinking of sex. Feeling especially vindictive, Harry gave them both a big wide smile too cheery to be real. The kind of thing that pretty girls liked to do when they were angry at you and wanted to end the conversion fast without letting you know that you got under their skin.
Then she flipped them off. That was before she slammed the door behind her.
The dirty minded father and son were still just staring.
“Hey dad. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” said Dudley.
“Yeah,” said Vernon. “She’s playing real hard to get.”
Harry was looking at herself in the mirror. In only a little short-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of shorts that rode up her ass, she had just got done giving her her uncle and cousin a show. For once she wasn’t thinking of touching herself like crazy. Instead she was just admiring how good she looked. Cute short hair, luscious kissable lips, big tits and killer legs. Turning around she looked at her ass in the mirror, it hadn’t been anywhere near this big when she was a guy. Fleur would have killed to look this good.
Harry wasn’t wearing a bra under her shirt either. Hermione didn’t send her anything and she refused to wear any of Aunt Petunia’s bras she had kept. She didn’t know where her aunt was and she didn’t care either. Ever since arriving here, conversation between Harry and her extended family had been brief. Both as a tease knowing they were looking at her and because there was too much bad blood between them. Not to mention she didn’t want either one of those horny idiots getting ideas and making her depraved fantasies come to life for real.
Like before her desires were raging so much worse inside of her this time. She couldn’t begin to understand why thoughts of her uncle and cousin were always what drove her to climax, but at this point she no longer cared. The cursed girl just wanted, needed to get it over with.
Harry wasn’t thinking about all the good guys in her life anymore. For some reason images of Voldemort flashed in her mind. The bald and pale hairless monster was smiling at her, she heard him say, “That’s a good girl Harry Potter.” A sudden series of thoughts flashed in her mind, of her naked and down on her knees in front of He Who Shall Not Be Named himself in a dark room only lit by candlelight. He was sitting in a chair before her.
She looked down at herself. Her naked tits were as big as ever, hanging out with her engorged nipples jutting out in arousal and squatting down in front of him, her legs were so plump and appetizing even to her own eyes. The worst part of it was that she saw he was holding a leash bound to her neck. Yanking her forward, she scurried on over without complaint. He undid the front of his robes, baring his naked and unnatural penis. “Now prove how well behaved and heroic you really are.”
The fantasy seemed so real. It was like her mind was being invaded by some foreign force. That shouldn’t have surprised her, after being turned into a woman thanks to some curse, no doubt this was a trick of the Dark Arts. She tried opening her eyes, but she couldn’t escape it. And in this new mental realm, Harry’s body was moving on her own. No matter how much she tried to fight it, her face was moving closer to Voldemort’s penis, her tongue hanging out like a dumb bitch who only wanted one thing.
She remembered her uncle and cousin molesting her that first day she arrived. It was enough to snap her out of that mental prison, whatever it was. But that had her in a different kind of trap, all of a sudden opening her eyes, she was moving herself up on the mirror. Grinding her tits up on the surface, her erect nipples under the little shirt were begging for stimulation, and looking at her beautiful reflection, her tongue stuck out and she was licking all over the mirror, trying to make out with herself, she was that eager to feel someone else’s touch. Those heated touches in her twat spiked even higher and then in a fit of crazed libido, Harry flicked her fingertip on her swollen clit. That had her suddenly moving her hips back and forth shamelessly, and then in the mindlessness of her frenzy, she pinched down hard on her nipple. The pleasure she felt as a guy had been nothing compared to this, and soon she was beginning to scream.
Harry tried holding her voice in. That was before everything exploded, and then suddenly she was screaming loudly like crazy, she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
She looked at herself in shock. The mirror was still wet where she had licked it and in her reflection she could see her chest heaving from how intense of an orgasm that was. Harry couldn’t believe she did all of that, it was so debased and humiliating.
That was before she heard someone on the other end trying to force the door open. Followed by someone yelling, “Dinner’s ready!”
Only those two idiots know how to ruin a girl’s day.
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When she stepped out into the dining room, she saw Dudley and Vernon waiting with big dumb grins on their faces. Harry sighed. It was going to be a long night.
Harry looked at the table. “And there’s not even any food...” She pouted. “What’s this about?”
The two guys were laughing to themselves. Harry frowned, trying to think of the right way to tell them off. She didn’t have her wand at her side, she only wished she had brought it with her to teach these two a lesson. She was ready to spin around and go get it.
If not for Dudley chipping up. He said, “We heard you in there.”
Harry blushed. “W-what is that supposed to mean?”
“Going around looking all hot, knowing we were looking at you,” said Vernon. “Remember when you first got here?” He snickered. “What did you like more? Me grabbing your ass or my boy getting all crazy with your tits?”
“I think she liked it when I got all crazy with her tits,” said Dudley. “Her nipples were so hard!”