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Harry hadn’t known what to think when his presence had been demanded at Privet Drive over the Christmas holidays. He wasn’t sure how his relatives would react to his, er, condition.
He’d expected them to be shocked at his appearance, sure that he’d hear something scathing at least. Instead, it was obvious that they already knew.
Upon realizing his physical gender switch was permanent, Harry had been forced to wear the girl’s uniform and move into the girl’s dorm. For some reason, when his uniforms had been switched, the rest of his clothing had also been replaced with maternity dresses. The dresses weren’t uncomfortable to wear, but the fabric was rather fitted and charmed to accommodate his expanding belly and bust. As a result, the dresses accentuated his enlarged breasts and obviously pregnant stomach.
He was nearly six months along, carrying his cousin’s child. And his breasts were huge. His uncle leered at him, eyes roving down Harry’s body. The man chuckled when Harry pulled his cloak around him in an effort to hide his body.
Outside, Uncle Vernon licked his lips before ordering Harry into the car. The front seat. This had confused Harry, who had always been relegated to the backseat. However, when traffic slowed, Harry was startled when his uncles hand dropped onto his knee. The hand slid up under his skirt and he turned his head away to stare at the car in front of them, feeling his face heating up. It was bad enough that his uncle was feeling him up. To make matters worse, his body was almost constantly horny, so the second the man’s hand touched his leg, his pussy was wet.
He yelped, startled when his uncle tugged on his leg, pulling his hips forward and spreading his thighs apart. Harry grasped onto the door and seat handle as his uncle’s fingers slid under his panties quickly slipped into the wet fold of his pussy. He bit his lip, grunting as his uncle’s fat fingers thrust into his cunt, trying not to allow his hips to gyrate at the sensation he’d been craving for months. Several boys at school had offered this service, jeering at him in the halls. The papers already had him labelled a whore. No need to prove them right by letting half the guys at school fuck him.
Harry gasped, losing control of himself as his fingers rubbed that spot – his clit – with practiced ease. Harry’s legs spread wider on their own. He pressed his lips together to prevent his moans from getting too loud. Uncle Vernon alternated between rubbing his clit in circular motions and thrusting his thick, meaty fingers into his leaking cunt. Harry’s head thudded against the seat, eyes screwed shut, as his mouth dropped open and he moaned, pussy fluttering as he came on his uncle’s fingers. His body shook as the car began to move again, sweat beaded on his brow, his hands gripping the armrests and he panted for air. Inside him, Dudley’s child turned and kicked. Woken form the increased thudding of his heart.
The house was dark when they arrived. Aunt Petunia was out having dinner with her gardening club. He hadn’t needed to bring his trunk home so only had a bag with his clothing. His wand hidden at the bottom. His panties were absolutely soaked. Traffic had stopped twice more on the way back to Privet Drive and Uncle Vernon had fingerfucked him to orgasm each time. Harry was pretty sure there was a large wet spot on his dress as well. He was shaky from multiple orgasms and damp with sweat.
His uncle ordered him upstairs. He wasn’t really surprised when he was directed into the guest bedroom. The bed was larger than the one in his room. He couldn’t look at his uncle when he was ordered to strip and climb on the bed on all fours. His aching pussy was tight and needy as he got into position.
Large, beefy hands slid along the pale skin of Harry’s ass, squeezing his plump cheeks. Harry gasped, fists grasping the sheets as he dropped onto his elbows, his knees pressed firmly into the mattress as his uncle’s hot, thick cock thrust into his quivering wet cunt. Bloody hell, it was thicker than Dudley’s. Vernon pulled out and slowly sank back in a few times, groaning. His large belly pressed above Harry’s ass. He ground into the boy’s silky hot cunt. He hadn’t had a cunt like this around his cock in years.
Vernon’s hands gripped Harry’s waist, just above his hips and the man resumed thrusting. He immediately set a fast, hard pace. It wasn’t long before Harry’s head dropped onto the bed and he was moaning, hips pushing back to meet his uncle’s thrusts. His pussy fluttered as he came on the man’s cock. Vernon continued to fuck him as he rode the high of his orgasm. The only thing that would make this better were if—
Harry braced himself up on one forearm, the other around his distended belly, as he rocked into his uncle’s thrusts. The man’s thick fingers were rubbing his clit again. Waves of pleasure made Harry’s skin tingle. He panted and moaned as his uncle pounded into him, their sweat slicked skin slapping together, his uncle’s heavy ball sack thumping against him with each thrust. The fingers circled his clit two more times before his own body tensed and he came again. He was dimly aware of his uncle’s cock pulsing inside his pussy as the man grunted loudly, meaty hands gripping his waist.
Harry was panting as his uncle’s cock slipped out of his sloppy used cunt. Uncle Vernon’s cum dripped out of him, trickling down his legs as he caught his breath. He managed to roll onto his side, finding himself alone in the room. He sighed, hands pressed to his stomach as the child twisted and turned. His empty cunt was already craving more, rippling as his uncle’s cum continued to dribble out of him. He couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of his school break would be like.
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