"No!"

A palpable sense of doom seemed to overtake Harry's bedroom in the ensuing silence that her denial had created. Harry didn't know how that was the wrong answer, only that she knew that it was.

"Is that so?" purred Uncle Vernon dangerously and she felt her uncle's large hands tenderly stroke her ass cheeks and giving a little squeeze to the fatty flesh here and there. It was a nice sensation - pleasant, even - but Harry was waiting for the other shoe to drop and wasn't surprised by what came next.

SMACK!

"Ah!" squealed Harry as her uncle spanked her once again, this time on the other cheek.

SMACK!

"P-Please!"

Left side this time.

SMACK!

"Not so hard!"

Right side.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Deaf to her pleas, Harry was a sobbing mess as her uncle continued to rain down blows upon her ass, seemingly getting more and more excited if his heavy breathing was any indication.

"I could spank this fat arse of yours all day!" said Uncle Vernon with obvious relish in his voice and Harry shuddered at such a scenario. "But I think I have another idea in mind. Let's just get a quick taste, shall we...?"

"W-What are you - Ohhhhh..." Harry's confusion at her uncle's words were lost when she felt him spread her ass apart and plant his tongue right into her asshole. It was a completely foreign sensation to Harry and one that she was quickly coming to find that she loved. Her uncle's tongue was smooth and long and wet and so wonderfully warm that Harry quickly found herself moaning like the whore her uncle thought she was.

"Ahnnn! Uncle...Vernon...! Right there!" sighed Harry passionately and mewled in disappointment when she felt her uncle pull back.

"Uncle, eh?" Harry's heart froze and she could practically hear the smirk in the man's voice. "You're no family of mine, bird and only the Missus gets to call me Vernon."

SMACK!

Skw~iish!

Harry's cry of pain from the spank was quickly morphed into a groan as she felt a sausage-like finger slowly worm its way into her asshole. "How about you call me "Master", instead?" mused Uncle Vernon, "Yes...That should teach you what a woman's place is nicely."

"I..." On the one hand, Harry was relieved that her slip of the tongue (and she winced inwardly at the unintentional pun) didn't reveal her identity to her uncle. On the other hand, did she really want to call her Uncle Vernon something as degrading as "Master" of all things?

Her treacherous new body didn't seem to mind the term of address either or her uncle's treatment of her if the heat she felt suffusing her girly form was any indication.

'Still. At least that's all he's asking fo-'

"In fact, why don't you spread those cheeks of yours and beg your Master to fuck your arse." chortled Vernon as he laid a proprietary hand on Harry's ass.

'Bugger.'