Session 4 begins: deep thoughts, pampering, choices and decisions.

As Harry walked into the armoire stripped bare, even his toys were removed.

(except the cage of course)

He stopped halfway in, in a brief moment of pulse pounding shock.

for a moment he thought there were four people in the noticeably enlarged room.

Be then he realized they were just mannikins, eggshell white mannikins.

As he walked in, closing the door behind him, he noticed a few things:

First, even in the brief moment he thought they were actual people already in there, he didn't even twitch in an attempt to cover himself.

Second, the mannikins we're not unisex, two were female and two were male.

Third, they were VERY anatomically correct males and females, sporting pornstar bodies, including large breasts or huge cocks. He remembered that once, wishing he was as well hung.

(but with the chastity cage he's been wearing he wouldn't be surprised if when it finally came off he had actually shrunk in size down there.)

Fourth, they were standing around a long padded table, his guess being it is a massage table. With two trays on either side of it full to the brim with bottles of miscellaneous creams and liquids.

And Fifth, on the other side of this 'room' was a simple padded folding chair, with what look like an old 80s salon hair dryer behind it.

Still slightly unnerved, he walked around The mannequins, keeping his eyes on them as he made his way to the toy box.

Inside the box there was nothing but a note inside.

"The willing exploration done this week, already met requirements for what would've happened in the next few sessions, so The 'curriculum' has been jumped ahead..."

As Harry read the note, he felt a slight thrill, whether it was of excitement or worry he wasn't sure. But judging by the note so far, whatever magic the armoire has, has had nothing to do with some of the things he did outside of it this week.

"...lay down on the table and enjoy your pampering."

He flipped the note over for a brief moment to see if there was more on the back, then placed it back in the box. As he turned back to look at the mannequins and made his way to the table.

For a moment he stopped and looked over the mannikins while his mind was abuzz.

The shower fun, the nail potion... The cum drinking. Those were apparently truly his own decisions and had nothing to do with the armoire, that must also meant the multiple bedtime fantasies were all his too.

All week he had been picturing multiple people in his head as fantasy fatter to test himself. With everything that has been happening since he discovered the armoire, he disided to try just about anything (in his head)

Hermione was a common star of them, normally in charge. But whether or not she had a bare pussy, a strap-on or A fully functional fuck stick was always random.

But two things that were not random were when he tried to fantasize about Ron or (once out of morbid curiosity)

Draco.

Even when he tried to shift the fantasy in his head, they both ended up naked, tied up, there tiny cocks caged, and either Hermione is railing there butts, while he is whispering in there ears:

'What good sissies they are.'

Or he is the one teaching them how to give a blowjob, with his long cock down there throats.

It was around his fifth night of this that he decided wholeheartedly he was Bi, finding both men and Women attractive.

So he wasn't surprised as he finally snapped out of his own deep thoughts, that he remembered groping the mannikins,

(even if it was just an action on auto pilot)

As he laid face down on the massage table.

Instantly the mannequins came to life, and he heard the sound of bottles clinking as they begin taking stuff from the trays.

One of them gentle removed his glasses, before he felt multiple lines of cold oil squirted on his back. He shivered as four pairs of warm firm hands began massaging the oil into his skin. 8 hands worked in sync, over his shoulders, his upper back, his lower back, and butt. There palms and fingers needing his skin and muscle like dough.

He didn't even try to hide his enjoyment, moaning with approval as the oil warmed up and he could feel his muscles relax. He even gave a few sudden gasps, when The hands, at spots got a little rougher and pushed harder causing a few notable pops to leave his body, removing a few aches and pains he had been dealing with for a long while.

An ache in his back just below his left shoulder blade, that he had ever since his fight with Querlmort.

A pain in his right elbow that he had ever since every bone in that arm had to be regrown.

And A very loud series of pops where his back stops and his butt starts that removed a old ache that had been there since... as long as you can remember actually.

As he was considering the quite possible idea that he was being massaged into a boneless puddle.

(and not caring in the least if he was)

One moved to straddle the table and sit on his lower back, he surprisingly barely even felt the weight.

(A male mannequin judging by the hard cock rubbing up the spine of his back)

As it gripped the back of his neck with both hands and began grinding its thumbs into his muscle.

As he enjoyed the sudden change, he herd a hiss sound of something being sprayed, and a hand removed his hair band before feeling soft and tingling foam being rubbed into a scalp.

For a moment he wondered about the other two, when he felt two hands gently pinch his earlobes between three fingers each. But before he could think about this unusual action, he felt a hand reach out and cup his caged crotch as the other rested on his ass.

He felt like that mannequin was leaning forward for some reason and then. The sexual pleasure hit, as something long and wet entered his asshole and started wriggling, The only thing he could even guess such a thing was, was a tongue. But before his brain could fathom the implication of a faceless mannequin somehow having a mouth let alone a tongue, his brain went blank as his chastity cage started vibrating. He felt his hips bucking wildly as he moaned as loud as he could.

The pleasure was so great he never even felt the sharp pain in his ear lobes as small lime green lightning bolt earrings were pierced in.

As the sexual treatment ended as suddenly as it started, he just started to register the pain in his earlobes when the The mannequin on his back got off, and he felt a strange water being poured on his head. It gave a hissing sound as if it was like a... soda?

(He would have to ask Hermione if there was such a thing as a soda water later.)

But either way he could tell it was being used to wash away the foam.

Still in a daze, he felt himself being lifted up and gently turned over onto his back, before he felt the cold drizzle of oil onto his chest and stomach and the massage started all over again.

8 hands sliding over his skin, making sure to rub the warming oil in deep.

One pair running over his face from chin to forehead.

His scalp still tingling from the previous treatment as fingers and thumbs ran over his cheekbones, The bridge of his nose, gliding over his eyebrows, even a few seconds of the fingers ghosting over his closed eyelids. Before finishing by rubbing his cheeks and chin.

Then they all moved to his arms and legs.

Giving him the odd sensation of his limbs being stretched, as they would squeeze the top part of his Limb then slowly slide their hands down as if they were trying to spread the muscle along the limb more.

He felt in a daze by the time they seem to reach his fingers and toes. Massaging his palms and feet the same way they had done his back earlier finding a few pops here or there among the way.

And he was almost asleep when they stopped entirely and seem to have taken a step back.

He was seriously considering whether or not to just go to sleep then or open his eyes to see if there was more, when...

'Click'

He felt it, at the same time he herd it, his chastity cage was just unlocked and removed.

And as he started to open his eyes to confirm, the 4 mannikins acted at the same time. One female mannequin bent down over his face and began kissing him, one hand gripping the back of his head to hold him there, her tongue entering his mouth to play with his, while the other female mannequin head bent down and took his hard free cock into its mouth.

He knew it was the female mannikins because the males were holding his wrists over there hard cocks, humping his hands as there free hands rubbed his nipples.

He started getting into this as his pleasure grew.

He humphed back at the sucking mouth as he returned the kiss.

His hand freely jacking off the offered dicks.

His orgasm surprisingly snuck up on him, as he felt the dick in to hands start pulsing in his hands as the glittery purple potion returned, being sprayed onto his body by two male dicks.

Harry had a big goofy grin on his face as the female mannequin stopped kissing him, just in time to see the other female mannequin walk up to him and give him a kiss of her own, except hers had a added surprise.

He moaned as he started swallowing the hot cum in her mouth his hand grabbing the back of her head as his tongue invaded her mouth in a reversal of the previous one, his tongue trying to find any trace of cum he could get.

He was just coming down from the whole experience when he heard another click.

He couldn't help the sigh that left his mouth, as he felt the chastity cage get put back on. And he couldn't for the life of him tell you if it was in relief or disappointment at its return.

Either way he felt the mannequins hands again on him as they seem to be helping him sit up, after a moment he nodded at them.

(for no real reason other than courtesy)

Before standing up on slightly wobbly legs.

As he looked around, he saw one mannequin holding out a piece of paper to him.

"The night is just starting, take a seat in the chair and put the dryer over your head."

He didn't even shrug at this just trying to make a beeline to the chair,

(And apparently trying to learn to walk again.)

As he finally sat down he gave a slight sigh of relief before leaning back and pulling the dryer over his head. But it was as he was doing it that he started to hear a voice.

It sounded like a woman's voice but there was a little bit of a baritone like it was the voice of a guy doing a very good impression of a woman's voice. And it was as he finally was able to decipher what the voice was saying that he was reminded of the sorting hat.

'I am happy to meet,

My new sissy Bue.

I look forward to awakening,

The new and sexy you.

Decisions are yours to make,

Choices are yours to follow.

How much of a sissy you will be,

depends on how much you can swallow.

The paths ahead are many,

this is your final chance to run.

The changes are aplenty,

But Oh my so is the fun.

4 choices await you sissy,

If you decided to stay.

But fully man you will be no more,

This is your final day.

Will you be a "Femboy",

A girly guy for shore,

But it doesn't mean you're always a bottom,

And you are no ones whore.

Perhaps a "Trap" is what you are,

And be a crossdressing slut.

The only road to happiness for you,

Is to take it up the butt.

With "Shemale" you're all woman,

But for between the leg.

Others kneel to you,

And with open holes beg.

Or bid your old life goodbye with a "Genderchange",

As what you ultimately decide.

With hungry pussy lips,

And a working womb inside.

If this path you wish to continue,

Just tap the arms of the chair.

Your soul will sing,

As your true sexuality is laid bare.

But this is your chance to go,

And stay searching for heterosexual bliss.

But do you really want to leave,

And say goodbye to all of this?'

He couldn't help the need to swallow hard.

Apparently whatever was about to happen was going to be a pretty big deal.

And very possibly permanent.

He could leave right now. And he would just have to wait until the allotted time and then the cage could just come off then.

(he had dealt with it all this time by now what's waiting a couple of months.)

'But did he really want to stop now?'

This had all been fun and enjoyable new experiences. It was definitely a lot of things that he never thought he would enjoy trying.

He turned his head slightly with the dryer still on looking over where he could easily see the still closed door. But somehow he knew that if he wanted to get up he'd be able to open the door and leave without any problem.

What should he do?