Chapter 161 - My SI Stash #61 - Unscarred by TroyX (Harry Potter) (1/2)
-For the No Valentine peeps out there~ Here's a NSFW SI Harry Potter Fix-fic!
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Rated: M
Words: 160K
Posted: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/unscarred-harry-potter-au-si-fix-fic.6858/ (TroyX)
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Chapter 1+2 (exceptional)
I startled awake, bellowing as I blew my load.
After about half a minute, my breathing began to slow, and I blinked the stars out of my eyes, only to jerk in shock at the sight that greeted me.
Emma Watson was kneeling between my legs, l_i_c_k_i_n_g my c_u_m from her lips as she stroked my softening d_i_c_k. ”Hello, handsome!” she said, in a voice far too sultry to actually be Emma Watson's. ”I know your name of course, but trust me, you don't know mine. You see, I'm not actually Emma Watson--”
”Clearly,” I mumble, as this is obviously a dream.
”--but am a being far beyond your comprehension- Wait, what? What do you mean, clearly?” She breaks herself off in a huff. God, who knew Emma Watson's face looked that good when sulking? ”Oh, right, you think this is a dream. Well, that's enough of that!”
And just like that, I knew it wasn't a dream. Some change came over my mindset right then, and I somehow knew this was real. ”Uh... wait, don't tell me, are you a Random Omnipotent Bitch-- er, Being?”
Not!Emma tittered. ”Don't be shy, babe, I'm mostly definitely a bitch. I'm your bitch, and don't you want to rut your horny bitch in heat?” I stammered incoherently, but my d_i_c_k shot back up to full hardness as she propped herself up on her elbows, revealing heavy jugs with hard, fat n_i_p_p_l_es poking at me. ”That's what I thought! First, let's make this a little more fun.”
She held up her hand, and there was a dramatic flash as a wand straight out of Harry Potter appeared in her grasp. She touched the tip to my d_i_c_k and said, ”D_i_c_kARDium, BiggeroSA!”
Nothing happened. Despite myself, I said, ”It's BiggerOsa, not BiggeroSA.” Her gaze turned sharply from my d_i_c_k to my face, and I immediately regretted my speaking.
But Not!Emma trilled in laughter again. ”Haha! I knew there was a reason I liked you! D_i_c_kARDium BiggerOsa!”
Amazingly, my hard-on expanded, lengthening and thickening, rearing up from between my t_h_i_g_hs as it strained towards the darkness-shrouded ceiling. The experience was extremely pleasurable, but also extremely gratifying to watch. My d_i_c_k was now a massive curved pillar that had to be about a foot and a half long, and definitely thick around as a soda can, at least. Prec_u_m bubbled from the tip liberally, running down the pulsing shaft.
Not!Emma purred delightedly and licked up and down my shaft kittenishly as I g_r_o_a_n_e_d bestially. The p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e my d_i_c_k was experiencing now was many times more than what I used to feel from stimulation. Running her tongue back up to my swollen, fist-sized glans, she opened her mouth and s_u_c_k_e_d my knob between her cheeks. I threw my head back, almost banging it into my headboard, crying out in bliss as she nursed.
”Mmmm, tasty!” she said a few seconds later, after pulling off. ”Now, I know you'd like the full-body treatment, amirite?” She began running her hands all over my c_h_e_s_t, stroking and massaging gently, and miraculously, my flesh rippled and changed under her touch. Shapeless torso became bulging muscles, and I literally felt my feet sliding down the bed as I grew taller. I felt a great weight between my t_h_i_g_hs now, as my nuts swelled in size, and then I felt long curls of hair falling upon my shoulders.
”Oh, hell yes!” I half-grinned, half-gaped. I paused. ”I hope this comes with all the p_o_r_n physics I could ever need... right?”
”Of course!” Not!Emma smirked roguishly at me. ”In fact, I'll demonstrate.” She literally floated off the bed, up until she was hovering over my crotch. Without her nuzzling it, my d_i_c_k snapped back to thrust out more or less parallel to my torso, the apple-sized c_o_c_khead dripping hot sticky prec_u_m six inches down onto my pecs. I gripped my fat shaft, m_o_a_ning slightly at the exquisite p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e just that light touch stimulated, and marveled for a minute at how thick and meaty my c_o_c_k was now. My fingers, even though my hand was clearly broader to match my increased musculature and height, couldn't quite meet around it.
But I only marveled for a moment, before pushing my slab up to point directly at Not!Emma's slick, glistening p_u_s_s_y. She mewled, and lowered until my knob was teasing the entrance to her puffy c_u_n_t, and we both m_o_a_n_e_d. Then she hurled herself down on me. I screamed out in delirious rapture as my c_o_c_k split her open, driving deep inside her slippery, heated silk passage, and Not!Emma's near-o_r_g_a_s_mic cry was just as loud, if shriller.
As soon as she hilted my tremendous shlong inside her, a feral instinct took over me. I seized her waist and rolled us over so that I was lying on top of her. She cried out in surprised delight, and then her shrieks broke up into a staccato chorus of ecstasy as I began pummeling her juicy cunt. Loud fleshy slaps filled the air, rapidly becoming o_b_s_c_e_n_ely squelchy, as we f_u_c_k_e_d, Not!Emma bucking her h_i_p_s up into my pounding thrusts.
I was in absolute heaven, barely aware of my surroundings and unable to even fully appreciate the astonishing changes that had happened to me. Instead, intense rapture was crashing over me in tidal waves; the act of f_u_c_k_i_n_g itself felt ten times as good as a full o_r_g_a_s_m once had for me. I could feel her hot tight f_u_c_ksleeve gripping me tightly, my every pulsing vein imprinted into her soaked inner walls, as we slipped and slid together.
Not!Emma seemed almost surprised by how rapidly and forcefully her first climax overtook her, but she had only her own handiwork - in morphing me - to thank. Her body flopped and writhed beneath mine, but I kept jackhammering away. I wasn't even breathing hard, just a steady, harsh pant of l_u_s_t as I went to town on her spasming cunt. I'm not sure how many times she c_u_mmed before I did, nor am I sure how long I pounded her before letting myself c_u_m. And that was just it...I let myself c_u_m. I could have held it back longer, perhaps even indefinitely.
But when I c_u_mmed...damn, did I ever c_u_m. I swear it felt like my d_i_c_k was swelling even fatter with each massive pulse of jizz I felt surging up my enormous shaft before splurting deep inside her hammerspace p_u_s_s_y. (Well, it wasn't so much that her p_u_s_s_y was hammerspace, but that my d_i_c_k could make orifices into temporary hammerspaces, going by what she'd said about giving me p_o_r_n physics.)
My o_r_g_a_s_m just keep going and going and going, like I was the Energizer Bunny. That comment about p_o_r_n physics was no joke, it seemed. My mind was blanked with the incredible bliss that wracked my muscular form, until at last my massive babymaker guttered its last dozen jizz-jets, and I g_r_o_a_n_e_d out a final time as I relaxed, letting my weight rest fully atop her.
Not!Emma m_o_a_n_e_d deliriously in barely coherent p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e as she felt my still-hard c_o_c_k twitching inside her, and instinctively pressed sweet kisses to my muscular pecs. Given my increased height now, her head only came up to my c_h_e_s_t when we were joined, it seemed.
”Wow,” I said, and repeated that a few times. It wasn't sufficient of course, but what else could I say?
Eventually, Not!Emma came around, and beamed at me. ”I knew I picked the right guy for this! So, you know what else I like besides s_e_x?”
”More s_e_x?” I offered, and the ROBitch guffawed.
”That too! But also Harry Potter.” At the expression on my face, she guffawed again. ”Not the guy himself!”
”Don't tell me you're a Draco fangirl,” I said dryly.
She giggled. ”Nah. I don't do MMF threesomes, hon, no worries about that. It's the Harry Potter story, or more correctly, the setting, that I love. And I know you love it, too. So I'm sending you to that world!”
”Wait, what?” I said.
”Yeah!” she enthused. ”Can't wait to see you have fun with magic, and bone all those hot chicks. After we fix things, of course.”
”Fix things?” I echoed.
”Fine, you caught me. After you fix things,” she said, and I blinked again. ”I'm gonna divinely instill in you magic aptitude more than double the strength of Voldemort and Dumbledore combined, plus automatic training in using them, as though you've had decades of experience and education. Then! You are going to the year 1981. In the Harry Potter world. An alternate Harry Potter world, I might add, and not only because you'll be changing things...but you'll see what I mean in a bit. Now then, off you go!”
I felt my body tingling as the world vanished from my view, and before I could object, both my bedroom and the ROBitch were gone. It occurred to me that I didn't even know her name.
As the world began solidifying around me again, I heard her voice in my mind. Not!Emma works great, babe...
Note: As always, in all my stories, all characters are 18+
Chapter 2
As Not!Emma's last words faded from my mind, the world finally snapped into focus. I was standing on a narrow street of foreboding homes, that I didn't recognize.
And moreover, I was n_a_k_e_d.
My tall, muscular form was sheened in sweat, and the moonlight glistened from my juice-coated d_i_c_k, which swayed gently between my knees. I instinctively tried to cover myself, but fortunately there was no one about. I belatedly noticed that, despite standing on cobblestones with lots of strewn pebbles and dirt, the soles of my feet weren't at all uncomfortable. A nice side effect of Not!Emma's p_o_r_n physics, I presumed.
The other big thing was the wand in my hand. It was a long thing, though not quite as long as my d_i_c_k. Well, okay, it was longer than my flaccid d_i_c_k, which hung ”only” to my knees. Certainly nowhere near as thick.
Wood of pear, core of dragon heartstring, 16 inches, springy rather than rigid.
I jerked slightly as the knowledge floated out of my memory. And it was memory - the training that Not!Emma had instilled in me, apparently. I realized that I knew hundreds of spells now, and could sense a sort of...vigor inside me. That must be what powerful internal magic felt like. Maybe not mana, since Harry Potter wizards apparently didn't have mana, from what I knew.