Harry PAWGger

It was true that things were awkward leaving Hogwarts. That was nothing compared to when she returned home. Things had always been tumultuous in the house she was raised in, and that only got worse after she realized she wasn’t a good for nothing, that she had a magical destiny waiting for her.

The door opened. It was his Uncle Vernon, looking as unpleasant as ever. Not just in personality, but in appearance too, he was bloated looking and overall a disgusting human being, there was nothing good about him. That had always been Harry’s impression of him growing up and things had only gotten worse after he had been admitted to Hogwarts. No longer sleeping in the Cupboard Under the Stairs, to them Harry Potter was still just a wizard who would invite problems.

That was how things had been. But the way Uncle Vernon was looking at her now, his face lit up with joy. Harry blushed and turned away, knowing the exact reason why.

“Well hello there! What can I do for you?”

“Uncle Vernon it’s me.”

“You?” His grin widened. “I don’t know you but I’m eager to learn more about you!” Feeling especially slick, he arched an eyebrow at her and said, “You know my wife isn’t home right now either so if you want to provide me some company…” He was winking at her.

“Harry Potter.”

He blinked. “Harry Potter?” he said, incredulous. He didn’t believe it.

“Look, I got cursed somehow and now I’m...I’m a woman. See?” she said, brushing aside her hair to show the mark.

“Well I’ll be uh...Harry...it’s been so long, how about you give your dear old uncle a hug!”

Before Harry could say anything, she was suddenly scooped up in his arms by her uncle. Given their history on it’s own, it was already a humiliating enough thing to deal with, but with this new and improved womanly body, it was even worse. Her big tits were squishing up on her uncle’s chest and he was proving to be every bit a menace as ever, feeling all over her body. Her big booty bulging out of her pants, her back. Normally Uncle Vernon would never have showed Harry Potter this much affection.

That wasn’t the worst part of it. Being held so close and never having felt a man’s touch in her new body, Harry’s sensations of want were going wild. She was getting so turned feeling her tits squished up on Vernon’s chest, having him grab her ass like she was just some broad you’d find on the street. Of all the things she had endured, this series of current day events were the most humiliating things she had ever experienced in her life.

Finally Harry managed to push her away. There was an embarrassed flush on her face and she snapped, “Okay, that’s enough! Please just pretend nothing has changed!”

Harry said that, but she could actually see a lump bulging in her uncle’s pants. It was horribly embarrassing and she looked away. She only hoped that this whole thing wouldn’t be too awkward.

“Who is that?” said a male’s voice from inside.

Oh no. Harry knew that voice, it was Dudley, her equally obnoxious cousin. As soon as she realized that, the little monster popped on out of the door. He had just as much of a wide smile as his father.

“Hey, hey!” he said, trying to look slick. He looked her up and down, licking his lips, and set his hands on his hips, trying to look cool. “You need some attention, how about a young stud instead of an old man?”

Harry noticed that Dudley was getting a boner too. Before she could say anything, her cousin shamelessly grabbed her tits. Her body flared up with heat, and her nipples were hard under her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so she felt his grubby little hands no problem.

Ignoring that shameful reaction, Harry pushed him away. “It’s me, Harry! Look!” she said, moving aside the hair on her forehead.

“Harry?”

“Some magic nonsense,” said Vernon.

“Well, maybe we misjudged this magic stuff. Maybe it’s not so bad after all.”

Harry was seething now. “Knock it off! Let’s just get in there,” she said, pushing past them. Father and son watched her butt shaking in those pants, looked at each other with big dumb smiles on their faces, and slapped her cheeks. She looked back, the scowl on her face searing with rage.

“Don’t get so mad!” said Vernon.

“Yeah, it’s just family love,” said Dudley, chuckling loudly.

Harry didn’t say a word, some things just didn’t change. She just needed to get over this. Walking fast, she moved to her room, not looking back at her family leering at her. No longer staying in the Cupboard Under the Stairs, she was living in Dudley’s old room. 

As soon as she shut the door behind her, Harry sighed. Staying with the Dursley’s was always unpleasant enough, but dealing her current situation on top of that was even worse. But the worst part of it wasn’t anything to do with that. It was that them touching all over her got her ridiculously turned on.

She had to make it go away. Locking the door, Harry knew they had the keys to open it right back up. Just in case, she moved the cupboard against the door to keep it from opening. touched her breasts. So big and bouncy, the first time she had played with her body was just for curiosity’s sake. But now she had to make do another way.

The instant she touched her tits, her whole body flared up with a wild heat. It was the first time Harry had touched herself since waking up at Hogwarts. Now her pussy was wet and she could only think about one thing. 

Lying down in her bed, she tried thinking about girls. What she used to do as a boy, tried to think of all the girls that she would have liked if she wasn’t cursed. Cho, Fleur, Ginny, Hermione. Anything to keep this thing normal.

But as soon as Harry tried to, she knew these fantasies just didn’t do it for her anymore. Pinching her nipples and fondling her moist twat, in the back of her mind she was thinking about Ron, Draco, the late Cedric. Their fingers groping all over and molesting her like she was a piece of meat, touching her as they pleased, some as friends and some as enemies, but she couldn’t get enough of it. And then she remembered her dumb perverted uncle and cousin touching all over her. That got her more riled up than ever.

Giving into her dark urges, Harry stabbed her fingers deep into her pussy. Images of all the guys from the wizard part of London flashed through her mind, remembering the ways they were ogling her as soon as they looked at her. The way she was playing with her tit while fingering herself, her imagination became so intense that in her mind she felt her own hands as the grubby little mitts of all those guys fondling her.

She suddenly remembered her dear uncle and cousin getting a little too handsy for her. All of a sudden she was jerking her hips back and forth, a dark orgasm building up deep inside of her. It was so fast and swift that even she couldn’t believe. She bit her lip just in time to keep her voice from escaping.

Harry barely had anytime to process it. It went beyond pleasure, it was like life all over again. She couldn’t feel her body, she couldn’t think about her humiliating situation, all she could think about was this new and profound pleasure. Looking at her fingers covered in her dew, she was left paralyzed at the sight of it. As good as it felt, she was also so disgusted for giving into something so debased.
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That was how it had been for the next several days. Every morning and every night the new Harry Potter was besieged by strange lurid fantasies of want and need. There was never one focus in particular, it was always just this rampaging feeling of pure sexual need. They said guys could be horny idiots, but what she felt in her uncursed state was nothing compared to this. No matter how much she relieved herself.

What was worse was that she was currently living with two dumb guys. Each time Dudley and Vernon would be looking at her and she knew exactly why. She hadn’t just been cursed with a female body, she had been cursed with a rocking female body. Walking around as a lady was bad enough, now she had two of the worst guys she knew looking at her, chuckling to themselves as they did so. To have something like this happen to her, it was like every stereotype about magic and wizards come to life.

And as mortified as she was, it all got her so turned on too. Each time, an indecent fire slowly bloomed inside of her that only got worse as the two guys looked until she couldn’t take it anymore. She would retreat to her room and touch herself, and no matter how much she tried to think of guys like Cedric or Ron, her thoughts always shifted to her hated Dudley and Vernon in the end. She couldn’t contain herself.

One day a curious package arrived at the door addressed to her. There was no return address, it just said her name. Retreating to her room, she opened it up to find it was a pack of women’s clothing. On top of it was a handwritten note that said, “We’re still trying to figure out a way to undo this curse! Hope these can help you out!”

Harry smiled. She could only think it was Hermione. It was good to know her friends still had her back. For once she was able to focus on something other than her humiliating situation. Whether it was this annoying new body or the feelings of thirst that would always bloom up inside of her. 

But her new clothes were nothing so innocent as that. Tight little tank tops and t-shirts, short shorts and short skirts. Long leggings. She sighed, as much as she knew her old friend meant well, she knew her current company would love to see her in this racy attire. Ignoring that, she put on a short plaid skirt with long black nylon leggings and a sleeveless buttoned up formal office shirt that hugged her big tits, squishing them together.

As soon as she did that she was suddenly overwhelmed by that same filthy need all over again. Wanting to get it over with already, she fingered herself deeply, the pangs to an orgasm hitting her faster than she expected. Images of Dudley and Vernon touching her and fondling all over her in these clothes bombarded her, going about half-naked, she was their little slut toy for them to touch as much as they pleased, her legs and tits, and in those fantasies she welcomed it. Before she knew it, the familiar explosion was hitting her.

Harry gasped, the impending climax was much stronger this time. She only barely managed to keep her voice in at the last minute and even then her voice broke out into something that sounded like a lost animal, not a person. Sitting down, she looked at that note again. She hoped Hermione would find a way to reverse this curse sooner rather than later.

That night, Harry was so exhausted from that orgasm that she fell asleep in her bed only seconds later. It wasn’t long because then she heard the handle of the door jamb being fiddled with. Looking up, she saw the door fly open.

She already knew it was her family members. Even in the darkness she could tell by the shape of the silhouettes. One second she was looking at them, the next they had her. Getting her out of the bed and forced to sit down on her knees, she was made to look up at them.

“Well isn’t Miss Potter dressed up all fancy.” It was the voice of her uncle Vernon.

His dick speared inside of her cleavage. He wasn’t being easy either, he was fucking her chest with relentless abandon. He was so big too, it felt like her breasts were going to be torn apart. 

From behind her, Dudley had lifted up her skirt and was eating her ass. “I never thought I’d be happy to see cousin Harry back,” he said, while feasting all over her butt and her legs in her nylons. She would have said something but she was forced to contend with the big dick spearing inside of her tits.

Dudley moved a hand up her legs to up under her skirt. To her shock, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, she was totally bare, feeling his hands right on her naked snatch underneath. She heard her cousin chortling to himself.

“Looks like she really wanted us to come in!” Dudley said, cackling. 

“Well you know Harry!” said Vernon. “Always inviting trouble.”

“I’m gonna make some trouble inside that pussy!”

While Dudley was still eating her ass, his fingers penetrated inside of her twat. So wet already, his digits slipped right in so easily. Biting into one of her cheeks, he suddenly licked up her neck until his mouth was at her ear. He whispered, “You must have really been wanting to come home huh?” Harry wanted to tell him that no, that wasn’t true, but then he was licking inside her ear. Forced to cope and move in time with her uncle’s dick in between her tits, Harry just resigned herself to her situation.

Dudley’s fingers slipped on her clit. Like kindling flintspark, Harry swiftly moved her hips and forth, far more crazed than the way she had to move to meet Vernon pumping her hooters. She felt her ass slipping out of the skirt and a dick in front fucking her tits, she was totally helpless. She felt like such a slut.

He licked his fingers, tasting her pussy juice for the first time. Dudley chuckled, and Harry was disgusted feeling her body tingle with excitement. She heard his pants being undone and felt his dick lying on her bare asscheeks sticking out of the skirt.

Harry turned back to plead Dudley to wait, but then his cock was right inside of her cunt. Just as ruthless as her uncle, her cousin was stuffing her good. A dick in the front and a dick in back, she had to move her whole body just to take them.

But it suddenly occurred to her there were no thoughts of indignity. No sense of humiliation or shame. Despite being forced to serve two domineering males, her main impression was that their dicks were so big and so hot. Not the only hot thing either, a wild inferno was raging inside of her breasts and her cunt, a feeling she hadn’t known was possible. Before she knew it, she was actively moving back with them, not just to keep up but because she wanted to. Moaning every second, the guys knew she was liking it too.

“Damn, she’s really getting into it!” said Vernon.

“I know!” said Dudley. “But I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer!”

“Lightweight! You’re no match for your old man!” 

Vernon cackled. That was followed by Dudley suddenly groaning, and then he swiftly sped up the rate he was pumping inside of Harry. She had to lean forward from the power of it, so much that Vernon’s dick was hitting up on her face with every thrust. Already crying out, her uncle’s cock landed right on her tongue. Without a second’s hesitation, she started actively sucking him off.

Harry suddenly grunted like a pig when Dudley burst inside of her. He fucked her at full speed while blowing semen deep inside of her without limit. The perversity of it and the newness of the feeling pushed her to an indecent orgasm. It was so bad that she had to spit out Vernon’s dick to scream from the foul gratification.

But Dudley’s old man wasn’t far off either. Speeding up his thrusts, suddenly he let out a high pitched wail, laughing like a crazed clown and then he was spurting, releasing his goo all over her face. It was so hot and depraved and yet Harry couldn’t stop screaming. As Vernon continued releasing, he pinched her nipples like a vice grip, pushing her to an immodest breast orgasm.

It all seemed like forever. Finally they both pulled out of her. In that darkness, she could very clearly see them now, laughing and chuckling.

Harry blinked and then she was back in her bed. Looking in the mirror, she saw her clothes were still up, her face was clean, and she even had underwear on under her skirt. It was all just a dream.

Her pussy was still tingling from that dream. But she didn’t feel any disgust. This girl was just disappointed and pouted like she didn’t get her candy.

“This is so wrong,” she said. “Why can’t I have a dream about someone nice, like Ron or Cedric?”

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