Magical Metamorphosis (Ch. 3)(Exclusive)

Magical Metamorphosis

Chapter 3

Hermione woke up the following morning feeling warm … maybe a little too warm. So she did what she always did when she felt hot. She grabbed the edge of the blanket and flipped it off her body. The cool morning air immediately washed over her toasty body, making her skin goosebump. Still tired and sleepy, she yawned cutely and rubbed her eyes with the side of her fist. As she wiggled around in bed, something squeezed her breast. Hermione gasped and looked down. A male hand was firmly pressed against her naked bosom. It was then that she remembered what had happened the previous night. Her face burned red with embarrassment.

‘Oh, god! I’m such a slut,’ she said in her head, feeling mortified by her actions. It wasn’t like she could help it, though. The need for relief was too great to ignore. Harry shivered behind her, and Hermione felt him scooch over and press against her back to fight off the sudden chill. His morning erection pressed against her bottom before slipping between her thighs. Hermione gasped loudly as the top of his erection was dragged along her slit. She could feel her lips spread apart as inch after inch of his hard manhood rubbed against her delicate womanhood. Hermione whimpered as the fat head popped out from between the front of her thighs. The sun had already crossed the horizon, and there was just enough light for her to look down and see the penis sticking out just below her smooth mound. Her taut lips were spread open and latching onto the top of his significant girth. Just then, Harry moved his hand up, and his fingers brushed against her nipple. Her little pink nipple instantly became as hard as a rock, and her pussy throbbed with need.

‘What’s going on with me?’ Hermione asked herself in desperation. She was horny again. Though thankfully, the levels of horniness weren’t as bad as they had been the night before. Even so, it was enough to fill her mind with all kinds of naughty thoughts. Her skin tingled as Harry pulled her body closer to him. She heard him sigh before his breathing returned to its slow, steady rhythm. He was clearly still asleep. ‘Stupid, Harry!’ Hermione chastised him in her head. He had made her horny and wasn’t even awake to take care of it for her, but in her lust-clouded mind, she came up with an acceptable solution.

With her leg bent at the knee, she lifted her leg and placed her palm against the underside of his cock. Pressing it tightly against her core, Hermione began slowly thrusting her hips. The effects were immediate. An incredible burst of pleasure raced up her spine as her clit and slit were being stimulated by his veiny rod. It only took a few swipes of her pussy before the top of his shaft was slick with her juices. The smell of sex filled their enclosed space and made her head swim.

Hermione let out a shuddering moan and rubbed her clit harder against his length. She wasn’t sure if she wanted Harry to wake up or not. On one hand, she would feel very embarrassed if he woke and found her using his body in such a way. On the other hand, if he did wake up, he might join in and make the pleasure feel even better. However, that was a moot point because she was too far gone to care either way. The lewd, wet sounds were growing louder with every thrust of her hips. Her hand was now mashing his cock between her lips, and she had to fight the urge to place it inside her. Harry’s breath hitched, and she felt him squirm against her. He was dangerously close to waking up, but Hermione couldn’t stop. Her thick ass cheeks were smacking against his pelvis, so it wasn’t surprising when he finally did wake. His loud, sleepy moan filled her in on that fact.

“Hermione,” he groaned in a gravelly voice. His hand squeezed her breast harder, which made Hermione even hornier.

“Sorry, Harry,” she apologized even though she wasn’t really sorry. “But I badly needed some relief,” she told him while painting his cock with her slippery juices.

“I-It’s okay … I don’t mind,” he stuttered, clearly trying to hold back from cumming. “But I’m really close …” he shuddered.

“You don’t have to hold back,” Hermione gasped through the pleasure. “I’m close, too.”

Harry then surprised her by pushing her leg down and creating a tight fit for his cock. Hermione gasped in delight when he began thrusting and fucking her thighs. His cock was sliding back and forth along the length of her slit, creating an extraordinary amount of pleasure. Hermione quietly squealed and arched her back. The insides of her thighs were well-lubricated with her juices and made it easy for Harry to fuck them. Internally, Hermione was very pleased that Harry had taken charge of the situation. It made her feel like less of a sexual deviant now that Harry was taking what he wanted from her as well.

“Yes, Harry!” she gasped as his cock rubbed against her swollen clit. “Please … Go faster!” she begged. Harry whimpered from the excessive amount of pleasure her soaked pussy was bringing him. Still, he complied with her pleas and began thrusting his hips so hard that he was clapping her cheeks. Hermione’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she choked out a gasping squeal. A thick rope of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, and Hermione watched as it splattered against the four-poster curtain with such force that it fluttered.

Meanwhile, little squirts of pussy juice began spraying from her cumming pussy. Her ejaculate hit Harry’s thrusting cock and sprayed in all directions, covering their rutting bodies with her womanly scent. Harry groaned and slowed his thrusts as her thick thighs and wet pussy milked every last ounce of cum from his aching balls. Hermione continued to squeak and buck against him as she rode out her orgasm. After a few minutes of coming down from their high, they remained silent. Both still felt a bit awkward about their new arrangement. Eventually, Harry broke the silence.

“That was a brilliant way to wake up,” he said as he moved his hand from her breast and placed it on her slim belly. His cock was still rock-hard and trapped against her hot pussy, and neither made a move to remove it. Hermione blushed at his words.

“You don’t mind?” she asked, staring at his cum, which was slowly oozing down the surface of the curtain. She found it oddly satisfying. “You know … Doing that when you were asleep and all?” she asked.

“I don’t mind. Like I said, it was brilliant,” Harry told her from behind. His hand was now caressing her ribs and hip. She enjoyed the sensation very much.

“That’s good to know,” she said, feeling relieved. “I wouldn’t mind if you did the same,” she added after a moment of hesitation. She was still embarrassed to communicate her desires. All of this was new to her. Her words made his cock twitch against her tingling pussy. ‘I guess he likes that idea,’ she told herself.

“Thanks,” he said quietly while sounding embarrassed. Ron’s loud snore broke their revelry, and Hermione quickly sat up. Harry moaned as her pussy slid across his length when she moved. Hermione’s big tits were jiggling around spectacularly, and he would be a happy man if he could just lay there and stare at them all day. Unfortunately, that wasn’t in his cards.

“I need to get back to my room before everyone wakes up!” Hermione quietly stated, looking over the side of the bed for her nightgown. Harry looked over his side and plucked it from the ground. Handing it to her, he watched as she pulled it over her head and hid her beautiful breasts.

“Use my invisibility cloak. I’ll walk down to the Common Room, and you can follow closely behind,” he told her.

“That’s a good idea,” Hermione said as Harry put on his discarded pajamas. She took one last look at his massive cock before it was stuffed back into his trousers. “I’ll give it back to you today.”

“Or you can just hang on to it and use it to come back tonight … I mean … If you want to, of course,” Harry said awkwardly.

Hermione blushed massively but liked the idea nonetheless. She had a lot of studying to do today, and she would probably need some stress relief after such a long session. Besides, they had already agreed on an arrangement. Why not take advantage?

“I’ll do that then. What time does everyone fall asleep?” she asked him as she tried to flatten her wild bush of messy hair. Bedhead was a serious concern for every young woman. In contrast, Harry didn’t seem to care that his hair was sticking up in every direction.

“Usually by eleven,” Harry told her quietly as he pulled his invisibility cloak from his trunk and handed it to her.

“I’ll be here at eleven-thirty,” she told him as she threw the cloak around her shoulders. It appeared that only her head was floating around. Harry nodded in agreement.

“At eleven-thirty, I’ll open the door for you, just in case,” he said. “Are you ready to go downstairs?” he asked, and Hermione nodded. “Alright. Stay close.”

Sneaking out of the dormitory and going downstairs went without a hitch. As it was Sunday, most students were sleeping in, and only a few were already in the Common Room. They only glanced quickly at him when he entered before returning to their studies. Early morning was the best time to study in the Common Room. Once more students inevitably came down, it would get quite a bit noisier. Knowing that Hermione was already on her way to her dorm, Harry returned to his to get cleaned up.

Magical Metamorphosis

To say Harry was eager for nighttime to arrive was an understatement. However, he went through his day as normal. Hermione was studying hard, and though Harry and Ron reluctantly studied at her encouragement, they also practiced various Quidditch maneuvers for a couple of hours. Harry obviously wanted to spend much more time with Hermione now, but he didn’t want to alienate Ron by spending all his time with her. Besides, a little Quidditch was good for the soul. At least, that was what Oliver Wood had said, and Harry was inclined to believe him.

The day passed slowly, but thankfully, eleven-thirty finally rolled around. Harry slipped out of his bed and quietly went to the door. He opened it just a bit and stuck his head through. “I’m here,” he heard Hermione’s quiet voice. Opening the door a bit further, he felt her brush his side as she entered. Harry then closed the door and joined Hermione at his bed. He crawled onto the bed and watched as she added the same protections she had the night before. The curtains then fluttered, and Hermione appeared as she whipped off the silvery cloak. She was wearing the same nightgown that so snugly clung to her breasts. Harry’s cock instantly inflated in his pajama pants. “Hey,” Harry lamely greeted her.

“Hey,” she greeted him back with pink cheeks. They sat there on their knees quietly for a moment. It would take some time before they were completely comfortable with their arrangement. Harry exhaled loudly and steeled his nerves. He pulled off his shirt and tugged down his trousers. Hermione blushed but seemed happy that he had broken the ice. “Can I help?” she suddenly asked. Harry nodded.

Hermione grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. Her breath hitched when his long, thick erection sprang out and slapped the top of her hand. Hermione couldn’t lie. She was fascinated by it. Every time she saw it, her hand instinctively twitched, and she forced herself not to reach out and grab it. Now that they were in bed together, nothing was stopping her. Crawling and settling between his legs, Hermione grabbed his length with both hands. “It’s so big,” she said, amazed.

“Maybe too big,” Harry said in a slightly pleasured voice. “I had some trouble flying today. It’s going to take some time to get used to,” he honestly told her. Hermione nodded in understanding. It was huge and bulky, so it wasn’t surprising that it was getting in the way when sitting on a broom. The palms of her hand began to grow hot around the thick slab of meat. She could smell his manly scent, and it was making her pussy wet. Giving his cock a few tugs, she watched as his bloated balls bounced around. Taking one hand from his shaft, she palmed his sack and gave it a soft squeeze.

“How full are you?” she asked him. “Is it uncomfortable yet?”

Harry shook his head. “Not too uncomfortable, but I can tell it would be by morning,” he guessed. Hermione felt his body twitch when she started to massage it gently. “Is this hurting you?”

“No,” he said while letting out a soft gasp. “I like it. It feels good.”

Hermione’s face pulled into a soft smile. Motivated by his enjoyment, she massaged his sack even more.

“Before we start, I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said while one hand slowly worked his meat and the other cupped his balls.

“Okay,” was all Harry could get out. He was flat on his back and enjoying her treatment of him.

“I was thinking it over today, and I’m not ready to have a steady boyfriend … Let me finish,” she added when Harry opened his mouth. His mouth closed, and she continued. “I know that our … situation … has been getting more sexual, and it’s only natural that we might start feeling a certain way toward each other,” she said, looking him in the eyes while stroking his cock.

“I don’t know if we’ll start something in the future, but for right now, I’m not ready to have that kind of commitment. While in school, I need to focus on my studies because it’s much harder for a Muggleborn to succeed after graduation. I need the best grades, and the next four years will be the hardest for us. A lot of my time will have to go into studying. That being said, I definitely want to continue our arrangement for as long as possible,” she told him while her cheeks turned flaming red. She really hoped that he wasn’t going to be mad for telling him this.

While there was an initial pang of disappointment, Harry understood her way of thinking. After a quick moment of thinking, he even liked the idea. He was free to do whatever he wanted and still got to fool around with Hermione? That sounded like a brilliant idea, though he tried not to sound too enthusiastic.

“I understand, Hermione, and you’re probably right,” he told her kindly. “What we have going works, so there’s no need to muck it up.”

“You’re not angry, are you?” she asked worriedly. Harry noticed that she began to stroke him faster as if to make up for any ill will she might have given him. Harry shook his head.

“We have a good thing going. Why ruin it?” he told her. Hermione let out a sigh and smiled happily.

“Thanks, Harry,” she said, sounding relieved. “I was really nervous to bring this up.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as Hermione straddled his thigh, and he discovered that she was wearing panties that night. The crotch of her panties was very hot and moist, and Harry smelled the faint scent of her arousal when she moved. The smell of her wet pussy always made his cock throb with need. Her hips then began slowly moving back and forth, and he could feel her wetness being smeared across his skin.

“Umm … Do you want me to … you know … touch you as well?” Harry asked to see if she needed some physical relief as well. Hermione looked embarrassed and shy, but she nodded nonetheless.

Harry sat up, and Hermione moved from his leg, though her hand was still firmly holding onto his shaft. However, she was forced to let go when he lifted her nightgown up her body and over her head. Like before, her big tits spilled out from the bottom and bounced around. Harry didn’t even pretend not to stare at them. They were big and squishy but somehow incredibly perky as they sat high and proud on her chest. Her nipples were a few shades darker than her skin, and her areolas had only the slightest amount of puffiness to them. The tips were hard, crinkled, and stuck out maybe a centimeter. They were perfect for sucking, Harry thought, and he was eager to get his hands on them. He could tell she was still self-conscious about her new body because she covered them with her forearm and blushed. Harry gently grabbed her wrists and uncovered her breasts.

“They’re perfect, Hermione. Don’t cover them,” he earnestly told her.

“You really think so?” she asked before adding, “They’re so big, and they bounce around whenever I move.” She looked down at them and jiggled them slightly with her hands.

“I do,” he said and pinched the tips of her nipples between his fingers. Hermione gasped with delight when he gently tugged on them and rolled them between his fingers. Her eyes fluttered, and she cutely bit her lower lip.

“I suppose they’ll take some getting used to … like you with your broom,” Hermione said and looked down unapologetically at his cock. When she discovered that he saw her staring, she blushed deeply and looked away.

“How about we make another deal?” he suddenly said as greedily groped her squishy tits.

“What kind of deal?” she asked in confusion.

“You can look at me as much as you want, and I can look at you,” he said and quickly added, “And neither of us are allowed to hide.”

“That sounds fair,” she said, sounding bashful as she sat there on her knees and let Harry play with her breasts. Her nipples were very sensitive, and before long, her panties were soaked.

“Can I kiss them?” Harry suddenly asked. Hermione shyly nodded and waited with bated breath as Harry lowered his head and softly kissed around her areola. As if acting on their own, her hands grabbed the back of his head, and her fingers threaded through his messy, shaggy hair. Having her areolas kissed felt good, but she wanted more. Moving her chest to the side, she brushed her hard nipple tip against his lips, and Harry was more than happy to kiss it as well. Hermione let out a cute little moan as he pecked the hardened nub.

“You can suck on it if you want,” she told him, giving him a hint of what she wanted. Harry didn’t need to be told twice. His lips encircled the crinkled tip, and he added suction. Hermione’s body shuddered, and her soft skin broke into goosebumps. She pulled his face harder against her breast while his hands caressed the tops of her thick thighs. “Mmm … I like that,” Hermione hummed in pleasure. “Use your tongue more,” she instructed him. His tongue pressed against the hard tip and wiggled around. Her pussy began to tingle in a very pleasant way. “That feels good,” Hermione gasped.

She then thought of something but felt too shy to say it. After Harry sucked hard on her nipple, which felt incredible, she caved and began talking. “Can you try biting it? Not hard … but just a little?” she asked meekly with bright pink cheeks.

Harry didn’t verbally answer. Instead, he pinched her hard tip between his teeth and tugged on it softly. Hermione threw her head back and moaned. She couldn’t take it anymore. She stuffed her hand down the front of her panties, but Harry stopped her.

“I’ll do that,” he quickly said, replacing her hand with his. He then switched to the other breast, and all Hermione had to do was sit there and accept the pleasure.

Her eyes began to flutter when Harry’s fingers started to massage her wet folds. Every time they brushed against her clit, bolts of pleasure raced up her spine. “Ooh!” Hermione squeaked when he started rubbing her around the clit. It appeared that Harry was using some tips he had overheard from loud, gossiping seventh-year boys. Either way, Hermione was grateful. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, and she couldn’t help but think of how his lips would feel wrapped around it. “You can put them inside,” she gasped as she thrust her chest forward and stuffed more of her nipple into his mouth.

She felt his fingers slid back across her slit until they slowly sank in and penetrated her. Her silky walls hugged his fingers tightly. Harry’s technique wasn’t the best, and Hermione remembered her duty to teach him what she liked. “Face your palm upward and use a second finger,” she shuddered. His tongue felt wonderful as it flicked over her nipple. “That’s it,” she encouraged him. “Now curl your fingers … EEP!” she squealed as he followed her instructions. As his fingers curled, he rubbed her g-spot, which felt mindblowing. “Curl them over and over … Oh, yes! Like that!” she gasped as she bucked her hips. “While you’re doing that, play with my clit with your thumb!” Hermione choked out as her pussy fluttered around his invading fingers.

To her surprise, Harry let go of her nipple and began kissing all over her cleavage. Hermione gasped and tilted her head back. Her pussy was clutching his curling fingers tightly as his lips moved even higher. Then, he surprised her further by kissing her on the mouth. Hermione immediately squealed against his lips as her pussy practically sucked on his fingers. Lights were flashing behind her eyes as she came on his hand; all the while, his thumb massaged her aching clit. Hermione broke the kiss and pulled his hand from inside her panties. Breathing hard with wide eyes, she said, “I’m too sensitive. Give me a minute.” She then fell back on the bed while her chest rapidly rose and fell.

Harry was still between her open legs, and he began caressing her inner thighs. “Was it okay that I kissed you?” he asked as his fingers tickled the backs of her knees, which made her moan.

“Yeah,” she answered through labored breaths. “You can kiss me if you want,” she said, giving him full permission. Harry smiled and looked down at her panty-covered pussy. Her legs were spread, and the thin material covering her crotch was so wet that it was clinging to the shape of her lips.

“These look good on you,” he said, pulling the waistband down to get a better look at her hairless mound.

“None of my panties fit anymore. I had to use my wand to enlarge them, but there’s only so much I can do,” she stated. The front was sitting low on her belly and showing off the top of her mound. The thin sides were digging into her fleshy hips, creating a very erotic sight if Harry did say so.

“Can I see the back?” Harry asked her, causing Hermione to blush. She wouldn’t deny him that and flipped over on her hands and knees. “Wow!” she heard him gasp at the sight of her shapely bottom. Her panties were so small that the back of them were completely buried between her thick cheeks.

Part of her was completely mortified that Harry was looking at her in such a position. However, she couldn’t pretend that it didn’t give her a sexual thrill. Her thoughts were broken when Harry licked all the way up the inside of one of her cheeks. “Harry!” she squealed in shock, but Harry was already kissing, licking, and sucking on each of her butt cheeks. Her hands gripped the blanket hard, and she buried her face in the bed to hide her embarrassment and shame from liking it so much. Harry then grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. She thought he was going to lick her some more, but instead, he positioned himself behind her. She jumped when his cock brushed against her wet lips.

“Harry?” she gasped and trembled from the thought of being fucked right then and there.

“Don’t worry, Hermione. I’m not going to put it in,” he assured her.

Hermione trusted his word but couldn’t stop from trembling. Harry’s cock slipped into the minuscule space between her thighs and pussy lips, and he wasted no time. His hips began to thrust, and within seconds, the top of his shaft was slick with her juices. Hermione whimpered as her body bucked forward every time his hips collided with her round ass. Her flesh clapped and rippled as Harry steadily fucked her smooth thighs. She knew that one poorly angled thrust could end up with his cock buried deep in her pussy. That thought was downright thrilling to her, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted it to happen or not. Luckily, Harry’s aim was true, and before long, Hermione’s orgasm had returned with interest. Her squeaks and squeals were loud enough to test the strength of her Silencing Charms as she flooded Harry’s cock with her womanly juices. Harry’s moans were getting louder, and she knew from experience that he was very close to finishing. Sure enough, a moment later, Harry pulled out from her thighs and covered her upturned ass with cum. Her body quivered as cum squirted across her back and dripped down over her cumming pussy. Harry was moaning like a madman, and she guessed he was jerking his cock to drain every last drop of seed onto her spent body. Thankfully, once he was done, he cleaned her up with his wand and flipped her onto her back. He pulled the panties from her legs and tossed them aside. Hermione was breathing heavily as she lay there with her legs spread wide. Her pussy was bright pink from arousal, and she wouldn’t have stopped him if he decided to take her virginity at that moment. Instead, Harry lay between her legs and kissed her deeply. They spent the next hour slowly kissing while his hard cock rested against her plump lips.