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Revenge is Sweet Written by SSK Beta Read by: Slicerness

Tags: Futanari, Transformation, Futa on Female, Male on Female, Penis/Breast/Balls Expansion, Domination, Body Modification/Alteration, Humiliation, Harem, Enslavement

Chapter 4 Harry joins the fold

Harry tapped his foot as he stared at his Dark Arts book he was holding, not really reading it but thinking instead. It had been 2 weeks since Hermione's strangeness began. He'd been noticing her coming back late at night looking tired but happy. He'd also seen her walking with Millicent, which was suspicious enough, and, more recently, with Cho and Marietta. Harry wasn't a detective but it was clear that something was up, and he was gonna find out what it was.

He heard the painting open and he looked to see Hermione walk in. He entered a mental war with himself over confronting her, or keeping quiet and shadowing her. He saw the tired happy look and that decided it for him, if she was happy about it it couldn't be bad, so there was no reason to believe she was being taken advantage of or something. He closed his book and stood up, walking over to her, "Where have you been?"

Hermione stopped, put off guard by his angry glare. "Studying!" She said reflexively, "Why what's wrong?"

Harry looked at her carefully; her hair was disheveled, sweat beaded her brow and chin, and a slight odor hung about her. "Studying what, palates?" Harry he asked dryly.

Hermione acted quickly, putting on a disgusted face, "Harry! I would've expected such rudeness from Ronald but you, ugh! Never would have expected this coming from Mister 'I can't do a thing about Umbridge'!" She knew she was going low but she had to get him off her back somehow, and she wasn't very good with quick thinking like this. This was Harry's territory, not hers.

He looked dumbfounded that she would swing that low, but it only lasted for a few seconds before he glared at her and walked away, turning to look over his shoulder, "Fine, do whatever you want!" He snarled, heading up to the Boy's Dorm.

The Common Room was silent as Hermione stood there, not exactly sure what had happened. She went upstairs, tired and now deflated of her good mood. Today had been rather interesting; Cho had committed her first challenge to power since her loss to Hermione. A wizards duel, and while Hermione's strong suit may not be dueling she had managed to beat Cho yet again, though it was very closely matched.

She was now in her Dorm where the girls were chatting or reading books. She walked over to her bed and grabbed a fresh pair of night clothes and went to the restroom to wash up. As she did two girls side stepped her and walked out.

"Did you see Marietta today?" One said.

"Oh yeah, since when was she the boss of Cho?" The other asked.

Hermione smirked as she pulled off her sweater and shirt. 'Since I made her the boss.' She thought smugly.

After her defeat Hermione knew that Cho would never fully submit, she was too proud and vain to do that, so she gave Marietta the duty of keeping Cho in check. Marietta gladly agreed and now kept Cho under her 24 inch schlong and grapefruit sized balls. At the first sign of rebellious behavior Marietta was given standing orders to immediately drag Cho to an isolated area and fuck her until she admitted defeat.

Hermione knew that Marietta wouldn't be enough alone, she was a stalling instrument at most, she needed someone stronger, but Milly wasn't the answer, she needed someone older. She pulled the shower curtain closed and began to wash as she did she felt her cock rise.

_'Oh boy this thing sometimes takes too long to go away.'_Hermione sulked and grabbed it, looking it over. Currently it was double its original size, a good 18 inches long while her balls were as big as softballs, heavy still with cum despite the massive unloading Milly had gladly taken from her repeatedly. It almost seemed like she never ran out. Hermione grabbed her dick and began to jerk it softly. She looked down at it; it was big enough that she could suck it herself.

Hermione paused as that thought wrung in her mind. She'd never sucked a cock, nor had she had Milly or Mari penetrate her. She was saving it for someone who deserved it. And while she more or less gave her feelings and heart to Mari and Milly, they weren't the ones to have her body. She needed someone she could love her as a person, rather than as some kind of unbeatable mistress figure. She stroked her dick harder now, her balls throbbing along with her dick as she worked herself into a state again. She had been noticing it recently where, when she was unbelievably horny, she became incredibly single minded, wanting to fuck, fuck, and fuck some more with little regard for anything else.

'Because you're now unlocking a part of you you never knew you had.' Dom-Hermione said.

'But I don't want this. Not yet at least, it's affecting my studies!' This was true as Hermione found herself drifting in class and even masturbating during the lessons.

'But you're still passing.' This was also true, she was still passing, but it was starting to get hard to focus between the two.

'I can't live this double life, its stressing.' Hermione argued. The stress of juggling the two was getting to her.

'You need a break. Like, Hogsmeade?' Dom-Hermione suggested.

Hermione nodded, Hogsmeade weekend was coming up...

'You can have fun with Ron and Harry.' Dom-Hermione continued, not meaning anything sexual by it for once.

Hermione froze at Harry's name being mentioned. She remembered what she had done and it quashed any sexual urges she had.

'You couldn't help it, he wouldn't understand what you're doing...' Dom-Hermione insisted.

Hermione wasn't comforted by her mental persona though. This was Harry, her best friend, 'It was wrong, I shouldn't have been so cold to him.'

The Dom was quiet.

_'What about when he was hiding secrets? Did he not brush away your aid so brusquely?'_This was true, Harry refused to have anybody help him when he was keeping a secret. His hubris was terrible, but he told them eventually and they helped him regardless. They were both people who preferred dealing with things themselves, and they tended to hurt each other unintentional when they tried to help the other since it was so against their ingrained nature. The Firebolt in third year being a prime example.

'Maybe he might like it if he found out how good it is?' She reasoned, fairly confident she was right, 'There's no reason not to.'

_'... Alright, I'll agree to this. Only because Harry values our friendship far too much to ever turn us in. Ron on the other hand...'_Dom said huffily before vanishing. Hermione sighed before she noticed that her male parts were gone and she was just jacking air. So preoccupied by her thoughts she didn't feel it return to skin. She was suddenly incredibly grateful Hogwarts couldn't run out of cold water, the liquid being heated in the shower head itself with runes rather than a limited water heater.

-Next day-

Hermione and Ron speed walked, hoping to get to Charms in time. They saw the door and nearly broke out running getting into the class just as Flitwick got to his podium. She looked around for Harry and saw him sitting next to Dean and Neville. She frowned, but Ron poked her shoulder as he sat down next to her, "What's with Harry? He saw you and walked right past." Ron said.

"I-I don't know." Hermione lied, hurt but understanding, knowing how easily Harry could turn to moping. Hopefully she would introduce him to a hobby that would completely curb that behavior soon...

"What about-" Ron began.

"Do you have something to add to the lesson Mr. Weasley?" Flitwick interrupted fromn the front of the classroom, Ron shook his head meekly. "Then please be quiet and pay attention."

Hermione sighed as she knew that today would be a long, dull day.

-1 hour later-

"Next week prepare for a pop quiz on Switching Charms and be ready for an exam on all that we've learned." Students grumbled as they stood. Hermione got her stuff together, seeking out Harry, but he was lost in the tide.

'Why do I feel that by the end of today I'll be very cross?' Hermione asked herself.

And just like she'd feared the rest of the day turned into an unintentional game of Cat and Mouse with Harry.

-8:48 PM-

Hermione slammed her books on the table in the Great Hall so hard that it reverberated through the massive room. _'That spineless, no good, self-centered, tactless, and arrogant git where the hell is he!?_She mentally screamed as students backed away from her seething form. She sat down feeling very cross. Self-fulfilled prophesy indeed. She glared at the food when she felt a hand on her shoulder she turned ready to snap, punch, anything really.

She saw Harry standing there looking concerned. "You okay?"

She growled out loud, grabbing his hand in a tight grip before dragging him out of the Great Hall which was silent as she did this.

"You, young man, need to stop moping!" Hermione scolded.

"Moping? Why does everyone instantly call everything I do when I want to be alone for a while moping?! Is it a crime to want some time to think?" Harry growled right back as she hit a nerve.

Hermione calmed down at the sudden burst of anger, "Alright, lets calm down about this. We can work this out without it turning into another argument that leaves us both hurt. If you wish to know what I'm doing then fine. Tomorrow after classes meet me in the Library, I'll show you everything. You must swear not to tell Ronald!"

Harry nodded, taking the matter with the same seriousness she was. "Alright, I promise. I'll use my Cloak to make sure I'm not followed if you feel it's needed."

Hermione was satisfied at how he was handling this, "You don't have to, but if Ron tries to get nosy you may need to." She replied. "Now, can we go back to the Great Hall, I didn't get a chance to eat."

"Alright. And I'm sorry for butting in like I did, I just thought someone might be taking advantage of you." Harry apologized.

After a bit of thought Hermione could see how the signs could point that way and accepted his apology, just happy their relationship was repaired again.

-Next day-

Harry walked into the Library to see Hermione, her head bent low over a book, quill in hand, shifting slightly. He walked to the table and sat across her. He was about to speak when she held up a finger. "Let me finish this and we'll be going." Harry sat there expecting to be there for half an hour when she grabbed her bag and began placing everything inside. "Let's go." She said brusquely.

The two were off a few seconds later, Harry following her down to a hall he recognized. "Isn't this... the hall where the Room of Requirement is?" He asked.

"Yes... now wait here." She told him before she walked forward to a door he just noticed at the wall. She opened and closed it, leaving Harry standing there for about ten minutes before the door opened again.

"Enter." Said a new voice.

Harry raised an eyebrow as he walked inside. He froze at what he saw. Inside; Hermione was currently on a bed on top of... was that Marietta Edgecomb? Both were nude and were kissing each other like lovers. At the foot of the bed Cho Chang sat looking bored and disgruntled while the newly improved Millicent stood at the bed looking at the two enviously.

"Harry... mmph... come closer." Harry's mind was mostly busy working out and processing what he was seeing, but the rest of him was aware enough to do as she said. As he neared he saw something even more shocking. Hermione and Marietta both had dicks that were hard and throbbing. Both were enormous, dwarfing his own by several inches at least.

The thump alerted Hermione that her friend had finally seen too much to take in one shot and passed out.

"Mistress... what shall we do?" Millicent asked.

"Mmm I need to get off a bit first, put him in the other room. I'll talk to him once he wakes. When you're done get Cho up here, I feel a craving for Chinese." Hermione said before going back to kissing Marietta, rubbing her cock against her stomach. Cho felt a slight chill up her spine.

-Sometime Later-

Harry awoke to find himself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. A quick look around revealed Hermione sitting on a nearby recliner looking calm and, oddly, regal.

"Hermione what was... was that real?" He asked.

"Yes."

He put a hand to his head trying to calm himself, "Okay then." He was silent for several more seconds before he finally just said, "Why?"

She smiled slightly. "Do you mean why were we doing that, or why did I have a penis on my groin, or why I showed you this?" She asked.

"All of the above?" He answered.

"Well then I guess I'll start with the first one. I was having sex with Mari because I own her now, just like I own Cho and Milly. I'll explain how this came about in a bit. As to the second one, it feels good to fuck. Honestly I think I'm getting addicted to the feeling. Besides which, mine was only temporary, it's Mari who has it 24/7, but that was her own choice. Again, I'll explain later. But the final question is important. I showed you this because I wanted you to understand what I do and why I do it." Hermione said.

"Knowing you? It's something incredibly ambitious you threw yourself into without thinking about the long term because you got swept up in the thrill." Harry guessed with a small grin.

Hermione's pout, which she quickly smothered with a scowl, told him all he needed to know. Her almost petulant, "Quiet, I'm the one telling the story." Just confirmed it.

She cleared her throat and got serious again. "How this came about... well Harry, you're fully aware of the Syltherin's dislike for Muggleborns, yes? For 4 years I put up with their insults and abuse, unable to say otherwise, since a majority of the Wizarding folk believe as they do that my kind are not fit for their world. I was powerless to do anything, blamed for something that wasn't my fault by people that shouldn't be blaming me anyway. I have a feeling you know what that feels like as well..." She said lowly.

Harry lowered his head as her words struck a chord in him. While he'd never outright told anyone of the Dursely's treatment of him, he'd long since suspected Hermione had picked up the clues. It looks like his friend was just as smart as he knew she was. He looked up at her again, and she seemed pleased with what she saw, because she continued, sounding more comfortable and less stiff with her explanation.

"I accepted that modestly because I felt that in order to prove otherwise I would have to beat them at their own game. At least until Millicent Bulstrode decided to sabotage my work, literally. I felt an anger, and from that anger came a desire, a hunger... for justice." She developed a gleam in her eyes as her gaze met his and held it. "I stunned Millicent and brought her here to humiliate her and bring her under my control. Revenge at first, but when it was over I felt good, so wonderfully good it could be said I reached nirvana. To have someone who mocked me and treating me like dirt now at my beck and call I felt like I had been reborn!" Hermione was smiling now.

"I decided that I would help those that would be bullied, and oppressed, a crusader for justice if you will."

Harry listened, sitting up fully from his reclined position and switched to Indian style, "I'm not really sure I understand but this makes you feel good right?"

Hermione inhaled deeply, eyes almost sparkling, "Oh better than good, I feel terrific!"

Harry smiled warmly, happy to see his friend so happy in such stressful times, even if she did come across as a little... off. What's a little insanity between friend though, right? "Well then all I can say is it's great you're enjoying yourself. Just don't punish anyone that doesn't deserve it and don't get cum stains on my Cloak if you need to borrow it. I let Ron borrow it once and it took two dozen cleaning charms just to get rid of the ungodly smell." He grumbled.

'Well that certainly explains why he bought the trunk with all the locks and safety features on it...' Hermione reasoned, always having wondered what prompted the purchase. "How about you try it yourself?" She asked suddenly.

"What?" He looked confused at the sudden offer.

"Come with me to the Library tomorrow and see if someone decides to be a scoundrel."

'Soundrel?' He mouthed to himself in disbelief. Regardless, he took a deep breath and thought about it. He couldn't see the harm in at least trying it, and the possibility of sex was always a pull for teenage boys, or teenagers of either gender, as the case may be. "Alright, if you think seeing is believing." He finally said with a shrug.

"Alright, I'll let you know when to meet up." Hermione said, "I'm not done with my girls, so I'll see you later." She said.

"Until then." Harry agreed as he got up and made his way out of the room.

Hermione watched him go. "I really should have expected that." She commented once he was gone.

"What do you mean Mistress?" Milly commented from the bed in the main room.

"I've always suspected Harry was effected by his upbringing. His family didn't exactly teach him right from wrong, so he doesn't have any real preference. He didn't care that I outright raped and stole your freedom, he was just happy that I was happy. I would even go as far as guessing he doesn't care about the whole 'light' and 'dark' stigma, he just sees people around him reacting negatively and follows along with it in an attempt to be normal." She explained before she turned to her slaves. "Did you forget I can sense where you are from your marks. Did you presume to get away unpunished for listening against the door?"

"Mistress!" Millicent cried in surprise at the sudden shift in tone, looking panicked.

"We weren't snooping or anything!" Marietta offered nervously.

"Looks like I'll be here longer than I thought." Hermione said with a dark glint in her eye. "There's a new potion I wanted to try out, but looks like I just got a green light." The girls gulped nervously.

Hermione briefly looked back at the door after ordering her girls onto the bed, a jolt of giddiness shooting up her spine. If everything worked out as well as she'd hoped she would have someone to help with all of this. She knew she could handle it on her own, but the stress would have eventually outpaced the fun she was having. With another pair of hands around, a pair of hands she trusted, a lot of the worry she was feeling melted away.

The moment was over and she turned back to her girls, matters not related to sex forced from her mind as her libido grabbed the reigns.

-Next day-

Harry and Hermione sat at the Library working on homework. He looked up at her as he put the finishing touched on his Charms essay, "So why are we here?" He asked.

Hermione smiled, "This is where they thrive, the ones who oppress."

"Alright Batman, dial it back." Harry joked.

"Give it back!" Sounded from the Forbidden Section.

Hermione was silent, but her smug look did the talking for her.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. Should we check it out now that you've basked in it?" He said sarcastically.

Hermione shook her head, serious expression sliding into place as they hurried over to see a Slytherin 5th year girl standing over a 2nd year Hufflepuff boy, holding a book over the 2nd years head and pulling it up when he jumped to grab at it.

The fifth year was a Caucasian girl with long blonde hair and a thin but beautiful face. "Oh, did I pull it up too fast? Here, I'll give you a head start." The girl said smirking, her voice regal and would likely default to cultured if she wasn't making herself sound mocking. Harry and Hermione knew this one to be Daphne Greengrass, a Slytherin was known for her good looks and chilly reception towards anyone trying to make advances on her. She kept baiting the boy mercilessly, Harry turned to see if anybody would come but nobody did.

"G-give it back, I need to study!" The boy exclaimed, but the Slytherin continued her game, laughing derisively. Harry couldn't believe it, and didn't hesitate to step forward and snatch the book out of Daphne's hand. She turned to him angry, and was about to say something when Harry beat her to it.

"That's enough!" He snarled, giving the second year his book he gestured for the boy to leave, which he did immediately. "Someone needs to put you in your place!" He snapped.

"Oh? And who's going to do that Pottyboy, you?"

Harry felt his infamous temper, inherited straight from his redhead mother, simmer ever closer to the surface, but it was halted by a hand being placed on his shoulder.

"Not yet." Hermione whispered, saying in a louder tone, "Just let it go Harry."

Daphne sniffed and turned her nose up at them before walking away.

Hermione turned back to Harry, her face splitting into a predatory smirk, "Plausible deniability, in case this doesn't work." She answered.

Harry's smirk wasn't as impressive as her own, but she was sure he would get better with time.

-6:47, Hogwarts Hallway-

Daphne hummed softly as she walked down the hall, pausing as she remembered the Mudbloods curious behavior from earlier. For some reason she felt paranoid, like she was being followed. She instantly crushed this feeling, "Me, worried about some empty threat from a Mudblood and a crazy boy? I must be losing it." She scoffed, only to slump to the ground in a flash of red light.

The air shimmered to reveal Harry lowering his wand with Hermione standing next to him. "Silent Casting?" She asked.

"Yeah, I heard Snape's going to be teaching it to us this year, may as well get a head start. He's probably going to punish me whether I know it already or not for whatever reason, so I figured it'd be best if I went into it prepared anyway." He answered proudly.

"Good job, you'll have to teach me. I haven't had a chance to learn with all that's been happening. Anyway, now we return and you can do as you wish with her!" Hermione wrapped the cloak around Daphne and used the levitation spell to carry her.

-Room of Requirement-

Hermione walked to a cabinet, already in her birthday suit, her cock and balls wagging, and opened it to pull out a large potion bottle filled with bright green liquid. "This is a potion to give yourself a boost; the more you drink, the more of a boost you'll get." She explained before she handed it to him. Harry was nude as well, surprisingly not body shy considering his previously runty appearance. Then again he'd filled out nicely over the summer, so that may have helped.

"Wait, aren't you gonna show me what to do?" He asked as she made to leave.

She shook her head. "No, let your anger lead you, and remember; YOU are the boss, YOU are in control, keep that in mind and most importantly, have fun!" Hermione said in a sing song tone as she hopped into one of the other rooms, the door closing behind her, but not before he heard Hermione grunt and Cho squeal.

Harry shook his head with an amused smile that quickly disappeared as he looked at Daphne, who was lying on the bed completely nude. He had to admit she had an amazing body. Slim was a good way to describe her. She wasn't massively endowed and curvy like Milly, but instead Daphne was the perfect mix between curvy and skinny, leaving her looking every bit as aristocratic as her personality when she wasn't being a bitch.

He felt his dick rise and glanced at the potion in his hand. He hesitated for a second, but ultimately popped the cork and took a sip. He was surprised to find it had a citrus flavor, like orange soda that had been left out and gone flat. He then felt a heat in his groin and he looked to see his equipment growing. What was once an 'above average' 7 inches swelled up to an 'official porn star' 10. His balls went from golf ball to tennis ball, and felt far more full than he'd ever remembered them being.

He examined it for a few more seconds, poking it in almost disbelief before he heard Daphne groan. He recorked the vial and set the potion down on the nearby table muttering a mantra to himself, "You're the boss, you're the boss..."

He stopped as he reached her, positioning himself so his cock's tip was pressed lightly against her cheek. He bit his lip as her velvety skin, even just the tiny amount of contact, felt amazing.

Daphne, feeling something warm and moist poking her, opened her eyes, looking confused for all of half a second before she screamed, skittering back. "G-get away from me Pottyboy!"

Harry felt a twinge of annoyance at her insistent use of her unique nickname for him.

"Where am I and... why am I naked? You uncultured brute, when my family hears about this you'll..." And on and on she went, but with every word she spoke Harry found his patience thinning and his anger rising. Finally he got on the bed grabbed her head. With an overpowering tug he stuffed her open mouth with his rock hard organ. She tried to push him off, but Harry was fueled by rage and stronger than her to begin with; he effortlessly kept her own shuddering form in place as her tongue licked his cock and her lips rubbed the length.

"That's it!" He growled, "Use your tongue!"

Daphne moaned, beating his legs weakly, aware that her struggling was arousing him even further. She could feel the hot meat throb even as he began to thrust his hips, his cock sliding in and out or her mouth. She panicked as she felt his grip tighten, already having an inkling as to what it meant.

"This is it!" He confirmed with a deep grunt. Daphne's struggling increased as he forced inch after painful inch deeper into her throat as he came. She as far too preoccupied to swallow, so the first half dozen spurts either oozed back up, some of with through her nose, until he managed to pull back and slam his entire length down her esophagus. The rest of his load was poured directly into her stomach.

When he finally pulled back she hacked up what she could and glared at his through teary eyes. "Y-Ya thinth thath enuth?" She swallowed thickly, struggling to force the thick ball cream down her abused throat, but managing eventually. "That puny thing you call a dick won't break me!" She cried defiantly.

Harry wordlessly reached for the potion. "Then let's supersize!" He finally cried as he took a pull from the vial.

Daphne eye's widened in horror. "N-No don't I-!" But Harry had already gulped down a large mouthful, setting the vial back on the table just as he grunted, hunching slightly. His cock throbbed visibly and it began to grow rapidly, surging forward and outward until it was 28 inches long and as thick as his arm. His balls were the size of honeydew melons, easily.

Daphne was too horrified to make a sound, all she could make were small squeaking noises. Like a terrified mouse that had been cornered by the cat.

Harry seemed to be in on the metaphor, because he went from standing still to grabbing her ankle so fast she didn't even know he'd done it until he began pulling, causing her to fall on her back and start sliding down the bed.

Daphne knew what was going to happen, and she kicked wildly at him with her free leg. She only got two kicks in that ended up missing anyway before he grabbed her other leg. She struggled, begging and sobbing, but Harry was too focused and aroused to care. He pulled her in, his cock head touching her slit just as her ankles aligned with his waist. "P-Please... I-I'll do anything just don't take it..." She whimpered.

"There's only one thing I want from you," Harry snarled, Daphne looked up, a hopeful glint in her eyes. "To submit to me!"

Her eyes widened and she screamed in agony as her speared straight into her little pussy, taking her virginity. "Well now, it seems that you were saving it... For who I wonder, Malfoy?" Harry laughed, "I doubt he'd satisfy you even before I got to you!"

Harry grabbed her arms and pulled her up, pressing her body against his as he pumped his cock into her. Daphne could feel it rubbing inside of her, stretching her far beyond what she thought she could take, but as he moved her pain began to dull as a euphoric sensation came. Her skin moved, bulging outward and collapsing inward rapidly as Harry was thrusting into her vigorously. He felt her heat and her pleasured moans. He felt a spark of annoyance that she was enjoying this, but he was far too engrossed in the utter barrage of sensations he was feeling on his own to care. Instead, with great effort, he stopped thrusting.

Daphne panted, it taking several long moments before she realized he'd stopped before she looked at him. "Wh-Why did you stop, keep going!" She then clasped her hands over her mouth, horrified with what she'd said.

"Heh, you like my big dick, don't you?" She shook her head, but her body told true as it massaged the portion of his cock still inside of her, trying vainly to pulled the rest back inside. "Fine then, I guess I'll just leave." He said.

She made a startled little squeak before her hands latched onto his shoulders. Her legs would have likely wrapped around his waist too, but she was too far away. "N-No!" She shouted, forcing herself down by sheer subconscious muscle control, low enough to finally wrap herself completely around him. "P-Please keep fucking me!"

Harry smirked as he began to realize what Hermione was saying. He felt satisfied with his feeling of... domination over the people that insulted and put him, his friends and anybody weaker than them down. Now the boot was on the other foot and boy was it comfortable.

"Alright turn around and stick out your butt." Harry ordered.

Daphne blushed but nonetheless pushed herself off and turned her back to him. She laid own on the bed on all four, her back end raised.

Harry watched her bite her lip anxiously. She eventually began wagging her ass back and forth, making a sort of needy whine. The best part, at least to Harry, was that she didn't seem to realize she was doing it. He grabbed his cock and pushed it back into her smoothly. He shifted his position as he began to move again, getting a better hold. Once he was sure he was in the best position possible he instantly began slamming into her cunt like a jack hammer without a hint of mercy.

Daphne's tongue lolled out of her mouth as her moans became wanton and her hands desperately clutched at the sheets. "You realize what this is, right?" Harry panted, "We're doing it doggy style!"

The part of the Pureblood heiress still capable of rational thought was utterly humiliated by the realization, but the majority of her was being blasted by wave upon wave of pleasure that the negative emotion did nothing but enhance the experience. She was a filthy little mutt being showed her place. She screamed as she felt her orgasm building like a wave against a dam.

Harry was losing strength as his orgasm was approaching. "I hope today is a safe day for you!" He snarled, "Cause I'm not stopping and this is gonna be a big one!"

Daphne gave an orgasmic scream at the thought of being impregnated, pure pleasure flooding her mind and cementing the thought in place. Her knuckles cracked and popped as she grabbed the sheets even righter, going as far as biting into them to curb her wild screams as her pussy felt the first wave of cum hit its walls and then pushed straight into her womb. Within seconds it began to bloat as Harry came, blasting her insides with potent, thick seed for a full 2 minutes before it trickled down.

He pulled his cock out with some effort and a wet slurp. He looked at Daphne, smirking tiredly as she laid there, her round butt in the air, globs of cum leaking out of her swollen pussy, her bloated belly actually boosting her so high up that only her toes touched the mattress.

It set in how tired he was seemingly all at once, so he walked around the bed and flopped down onto it, basking in the afterglow. He could now understand the mad gleam in Hermione's eyes, the pleasure he'd just felt was unreal, reaching such strength when he'd hit his orgasm that he feared it would start chipping at his sanity, but after having his first taste he didn't think he would give it up for anything in the world.

He blinked, torn from his thoughts as he felt a hand weakly grab his dick, which was still just as hard as it was before, but he had no energy for another round. He would need to work on that. He looked down just in time to see a clearly wiped Daphne barely manage to pull herself up to nestle herself between his legs, nuzzling her cheeks against his cock, occasionally licking it. "You're crazy for this dick, aren't you?" He asked, his high gone but a new force driving him.

"Mmm it's so big and glorious." Daphne moaned gently, her voice slurred but still almost worshiping, "A dick belonging to a god." She muttered as she licked the underside of the head.

"And you'd serve this god?" He asked, half amused and half horrifyingly aroused by the realization that he now owned the girl between his legs in a very real sense.

She nodded as she moved onto laying tender kisses on it's length.

"Then save it for tomorrow." He ordered grudgingly. "Who knows, you be good and I might be even bigger next time?" He teased coyly, reaching down to stroke her hair affectionately. She made a sort of animal-like keening sound before she drifted off.

-Hermoine-

Hermione was laying with Marietta and Millicent next to her, the two sucking her now enormous double D-cup breasts. She had a potion made to give herself a boost in the breast department and she had admit it felt awesome having the two suck on her breasts like babies. Meanwhile, further down Cho sucked Hermione's cock loudly. This wasn't the way she normally sucked cock, but Hermione had ordered she make it a sloppy one, so slurp and slather it in spit she did, all the while glaring at it.

Hermione snickered as she closed down the viewing window she'd set up to watch the action. "The Pureblood princess is a size queen, how ironic." She smiled at the sense of completeness she felt. There was absolutely no way Harry was going to turn down her offer now, not after something like that. She saw the gleam in his eye, something about the power he had now over Daphne appealed to him immensely, and he'd likely eat his own testicles before giving it up.

-The Forbidden Forest-

She coughed even as the female centaur spread the strange paste across her gaping vagina. Delores Umbridge had changed in her month long absence. If anybody were to look at this woman and the woman she was before entering the forest they would've called you a nutcase. Umbridge had lost a good deal of her fat, it had been burned away by constant centaur sex. Now she was thin but meaty, muscles now on her body strong enough to take the centaurs but not strong enough to fight them. For a whole month centaur after centaur walked up and fucked her with their massive cocks some even measuring a massive 4 feet long and as thick as a tree trunk, forcing her to eat a fruit that made her more fertile, kept her that way, and made her accommodating enough inside to take their massive endowments. But that wasn't the worst of it. It was when the baby (and on one occasion babies) started to grow. She felt like she had swallowed firecrackers that went off in her belly. Currently she was the mother of 19 foals, potentially more because she wasn't exactly in a state to count them when the centaurs helped her deliver them.

And that was her only consolation; she was prized among the centaurs now, their top breeding mare. The female centaurs hated her for this, and had tried to kill her on many occasions.

However unlike them she was held dear to one centaur, Magneous, the biggest and most potent centaur in the pack, a kindly soul who had an intense carnal craving for sex, and as such went through nearly 17 mares during mating season in a row before chancing upon her. It was love at first penetration as the human woman took load after load from the enormous centaur with the help of the various berries they forced her to eat. But that's a story for another time...