Freezes in place

Whatever drowsiness that Harry still had in her system after being woken up by her uncle abruptly vanished when Uncle Vernon's lips met her own.

'Uncle Vernon is kissing me.' thought Harry numbly.

She had frozen in place when she saw his eyes close and lean down towards her face.

'My uncle is KISSING me.' thought Harry again, wondering why this was so much shocking for her considering how far they had already gone with each other. Her arms were trapped beneath his massive bulk as he kissed her - far more tenderly than she expected.

Skwi~iiish...!

"Mmm..." Harry's mouth opened just a little wider with an involuntary moan as she felt her uncle's cock shift slightly in her stuffed pussy. Uncle Vernon took the opportunity to introduce his tongue into the kiss.

'This shouldn't be...this is supposed to be disgusting...! So why...'

Her uncle's tongue curled around her own. Harry could feel the way his moustache tickled her lips as he passionately made out with her.

'Why does this feel so GOOD?!'

"Mnaah...sterr..." moaned Harry as her eyes fluttered closed and she started to reciprocate. It was nothing like the chaste kisses she had shared with Ginny or Cho. She was being utterly dominated by her uncle and her body ̶(̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶i̶n̶d̶)̶ loved it.

Harry found her arms wrapping around her uncle's thick neck and drawing him deeper into the kiss; something the rotund man was all too happy to let happen. But whereas Harry was lost in the taboo debauchery, her uncle retained the presence of his mind to start moving his hips.

Plap...Plap...Plap...Plap...Plap...Plap...

Harry shuddered as her uncle started to slowly fuck her, breaking off the kiss to smirk at her as she moaned needily like a wanton whore. The way his cock slid in and out of her pussy felt good, but she desperately yearned for him to go faster. To fuck her harder.

Plap...Plap...Plap...Plap...Plap...Plap...

"Mahhster...!" she whined, stretching out her arms towards him and silently begging for...

'...For what? For him to fuck me harder? To kiss me again?' wondered Harry in a lustful daze.

"...More...!" she begged, unsure as to what she wanted 'more' of exactly.

"Greedy tart." chuckled Uncle Vernon leaning down to steal another kiss that Harry was all too eager to return. Faster than she liked, however, her uncle pulled away yet again with a taunting smirk. With almost negligible ease, Harry felt her uncle's large hands seize her by the waist and flip her around before manhandling her until she was on her hands and knees.

"Yeesss...!" squealed Harry as she felt his cock poke the hot entrance of her dripping pussy.

"This is the proper way, ahhh," began Uncle Vernon who released a long sigh of satisfaction as he slid his fat dick inside of Harry's cunt. "To fuck a whore." he finished with clear relish in his voice.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

With those words said, Uncle Vernon started to pound her little pussy. Harry screamed in ecstasy at the violent pace that her uncle had set. While anal sex had been wonderful, vaginal sex was a whole different kettle. Harry couldn't imagine going back to her old body if it meant she never got to experience this kind of sensation again. Even though her uncle was treating her so roughly, Harry's pussy seemed tailor-built to accept the kind of punishment it was taking and translating it directly into pure pleasure.

"Ahahhh!" Harry gasped incoherently as an orgasm washed over her and could barely do more than moan and gasp as her uncle continue to plow her sensitive pussy. "Ah! Ah! Yes! Ah! More! Mahhster! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Without pausing in his furious thrusts, Uncle Vernon delivered several hard spanks to each of her arsecheeks and caused Harry to squeal in delight. She felt him shift his position slightly behind her and a hand pressed down onto the back of her head and **** her face into the bed. It was harder to breathe in this position and her body had naturally arched upwards which let Uncle Vernon fuck her even deeper than he had before.

"Haah...! Gonna...fill this whore cunt up! Haah! Haah!" panted Uncle Vernon. "Hope you're on the pill! Because I'm not pulling out!"

The possibility of impregnation created a lance of fear that pierced through the lustful haze clouding Harry's thoughts. She squirmed under her Uncle Vernon and tried to buck her lower body to throw him off. "W-Wait! Don't cum inside!" she pleaded, though her voice was muffled by the fact that she was lying face down.

Her struggles and pleas only seemed to excite Uncle Vernon as his thrusts became more rapid. Harry could feel his cock start to twitch and her fear reached new heights. She felt her magic surge in response to her emotions and just before she felt that it was too late, her magic exploded outwards.

Bang!

Crack!

The physical presence that was her Uncle Vernon's hand holding her down abruptly disappeared...as did the cock that was previously inside of her. Scrambling to her hands, Harry turned around and saw an **** Uncle Vernon partially embedded in a splintered wardrobe. Harry winced at the damage she had caused to her uncle.

'He's still breathing...right?' wondered Harry and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that his chest was still moving.

She had wanted to stop him from cumming inside of her, but she hadn't meant to go this far.

"Not like I'm completely blameless either..." muttered Harry. She had almost entirely lost control of herself with the sensations of a female body. A glance at her uncle's naked body and his now softening cock caused some arousal and she quickly averted her gaze.

"I need to leave." she said out loud. There was no telling what she might let herself do if she stayed here any longer. Harry needed to go...somewhere. Somewhere she could think and have a moment to herself. Satisfied at having some semblance of a plan, Harry started quickly cleaning up the room and placing Uncle Vernon in the bed. She dropped a few healing spells on him and debated on whether or not to Obliviate him.

"He did hit his head...Maybe that'll be enough?" wondered Harry.

It's not like he ever cottoned on to the fact that he was fucking his nephew-turned-niece, after all. Harry shuddered at the thought of the rage that would be evoked if her uncle ever learned what happened. As she dressed herself up in her old clothes, Harry noticed another problem. The clothes she was wearing didn't quite fit right as they were sized for her male body and she had nothing else to wear as she had never bothered learning any tailoring spells.

'So. What now?'