This choice: Harry nervously swallowed a sweet to calm his growing nerves. • Go Back...Chapter #7Harry nervously swallowed a sweet to calm his g... by: Mr. George   Slipping a toffee into his mouth, Harry chewed with a fervour and excitement. Hermione was working to unbuckle his belt, while Luna and Gina stood on either side. Between them, they worked to unbutton his shirt, the girls spent as long caressing his eager flesh. Some times teasing him with their fingernails.
Half the buttons were undone, as Ginny and Luna took a break, each take one small male nipple, running their nails over the bumpy flesh. Harry felt the belt sliding round his waist, as Hermione pulled the belt free. He could feel her hot breath, teasing his chest hair. Her fingers working on the trouser button.
The zipper sounded the loudest it ever had in Harry' recollection. Looking down, he peered past Ginny and Luna's slender finger. He locked eyes with Hermione, she winked, as the lowered the zipper, slowly teasingly. He wanted to rip off his own shirt, to shout at the girls to hurry up, to rage against the delay, the anticipation unbearable.
Harry went to swallow the toffee. Then realised he couldn't. Relentlessly, he kept chewing, the sweet flavour filling his mouth. Belatedly he realised it was a 'Weasley' toffee. The twins were working on new ideas constantly, and Harry didn't interfere with their research. He was glad it wasn't the 'Ton Tongue Toffee'. Although he looked forward to telling them HE wasn't their test subject, once he was able to stop chewing and finally swallow this damned sweet.
Alas for Harry, it wasn't simply an unswallowable toffee.
Ginny and Luna silently agreeing to continue unbuttoning Harry's shirt, their nails tracing their way over his skin back to the shirt. Harry's body was trembling with anticipation. The immense bed looking remarkable empty without anyone to appreciate it's sturdy frame. The four uprights leading up to a canopy.
Finally the last button was undone, and Harry's zipper reached it's lowest point.
A giggle burst from Hermione, an unsettlingly bimbo-ish sound, that started Ginny and Luna in turn.
Finally the toffee melted away.
"Ladies. I think we should test the bed, thoroughly." he croaked.
Harry tried to swallow, as the Ginny and Luna each took an shirt arm, and ease it from his body.
Hermione's warm hands sliding the trousers lower, until he sprang free. Only the thin cotton of his underwear between the girls and him.
He stepped free from the trousers and shoes, his socks remaining unsexily on his feet.
With a shriek, Ginny and Luna darted the two paces across the room to leap on the bed. They landed, bounced, and looked lustily towards Harry and Hermione.
"Ladies." Harry's smile wide, his voice still sounded off. Covering his mouth with a loose fist, he tried once more to clear his throat.
Hermione slipped ahead, sitting on the edge of the bed. Harry was wracked by a coughing fit. Doubling over the coughing intensified. His whole body shaking, from messy mop of hair, to his sock covered toes.
The girls watched with concern, but didn't approach. Harry's chest was pressed against his knees. He was on the verge of toppling, when he spotted his socks unweave themselves, the threads unravelling, turning to dust and fading to nothing. He felt the same happening to his underwear.
His chest shifted heavily, as he gave one last cough. He spat out the last piece, instantly feeling better he stood upright.
As he did, there was a rolling, shifting weight that he wasn't used to. The girls looks shifting from erotic need, to disappointment. Dreading, and guessing what he was going to see. Harry looked downwards. He had his own cleavage now. His hands reaching, he hoped against hope. Merely confirming what he suspected. Harry Potter was now Harriet Potter, a witch rather than a wizard. Blushingly, her hands rose away from her crotch, she cupped her bust. It was only 'us' girls here.
It was the first time seeing them from this angle. But her best guess told her she was at least a curvy as Ginny, certainly a D-cup girl. She felt a burp rising in her throat, but instead of burping, she saw the girls expand instead. The girls overflowing her spread fingers, she was easily as big as F-cup Hermione.
A sense of feminine pride was battling with vanishing horrified masculine memories. Harry dearly hoped this was only for an hour, Harriet wanted to see how powerful a witch she'd be.
She shook her head in impotent denial, as she felt another burp coming.
Hermione clapped enthusiastically, enjoying the display, as Harriet bust swelled ever larger. She had to be a KK-cup, after that last episode.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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