The Dursleys are coming

Petunia Dursley had completely lost the last remnants of her former dignity. On her knees before her skinny, bespectacled nephew, she passionately sucked his cock as if it were the only reason she now existed. Her long, swan-like neck bent perfectly, creating a noticeable bulge every time Harry rammed his thick, veiny cock deeper.

GLUCK… GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUUUUCK!

Drool poured in rivers. Petunia’s once-aristocratic, plump lips were stretched to their limit around his shaft, glistening with thick saliva and pre-cum. She worked her head actively, greedily—like a true brainless cocksucker—hollowing her cheeks, swirling her tongue around the head, and deep-throating him to the balls with wet, sloppy sounds. The heavy, slobbery SMACK-SMACK of her chin against his skinny hips filled the living room, mingling with the wet SCHLORP-SCHLORP of her throat.

— Mmmphhh… Gluck-gluck… ♥ Oooohhh, Harry… so big… so delicious… — she gasped between thrusts, never taking his cock out of her mouth. Her massive, heavy jiggly milk-tits swayed and slapped against each other, milk spraying from her thick nipples onto the floor and her own thighs. Her marshmallowy ass-meat trembled and rippled in waves as she stayed on all fours, her fat white ass raised high.

Harry stood with his legs spread wide, looking down with a triumphant smirk. The contrast was perfect: his scrawny, pale but now darkly empowered body, and this hyper-sexualized, white, fat MILF slut who had once despised him with all her heart.

— Suck deeper, slut aunt, — he growled, grabbing her blonde hair and forcefully shoving his cock to the base. — You called me a freak my whole life. Now your long white throat is just a convenient hole for my dick.

Petunia moaned in pleasure, her eyes rolling back. Her mind was unraveling:

"This is so humiliating… I’m on my knees in front of Harry… in front of this skinny freak… but why does it feel so good? Why is my pussy dripping like a cheap whore’s? Vernon… where is Vernon?.. I should stop… but I can’t… I want it deeper… I want him to cum down my throat…

She doubled her efforts, greedily working her throat—GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK!—drool and pre-cum dripping onto her massive swaying tits, running down her stomach, and mixing with the thick juices that endlessly leaked from her fat, swollen pussy.

At that moment, the living room door creaked open heavily.

Two figures stumbled into the room.

Vernon and Dudley.

The Porcus Domesticus ritual had worked perfectly. They were no longer human. Two massive, anthropomorphic fat pigs. Short, thick legs, enormous pink bellies swaying down to their knees, snouts instead of noses, tiny dull eyes, and huge, floppy ears. Their bodies were covered in sparse bristles, and between their thick thighs dangled short but thick, pink pig dicks, already half-hard from the scent of lust in the room.

Vernon—the former portly man with bushy mustaches—was now a true fat pig. His enormous, jiggling belly shook with every step, his short neck nearly disappearing under folds of fat. Dudley looked even more cartoonish: a giant, stupid, fat boar with a massive ass and a small but constantly dripping pig cock.

They stopped in the doorway with dumb, drooling grins. Their tiny beady eyes locked onto the scene: their wife and mother on her knees, passionately sucking Harry’s cock.

— Oink… Oink-oink… — Vernon stupidly grunted, his snout twitching. He grabbed his short, thick pink cock and began slowly stroking it, watching as Petunia swallowed Harry’s dick.

Dudley oinked louder, his fat belly jiggling. He also wrapped his trotter around his pig dick and began furiously jerking off, drool dripping from his open mouth.

— Mommy… oink… sucking… Harry… — he muttered dumbly, his tiny eyes gleaming with excitement.

Harry laughed, never stopping his thrusts into Petunia’s throat. He tightened his grip on her hair and began pounding harder—PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!—his skinny hips slapping against her wet, drooling face.

— Look, pigs. Your wife and mother is now my personal white throat slut. And you’re just standing there, jerking off your pathetic pig dicks like true cuckold boars.

Petunia heard the voices of her husband and son, but instead of shame, her body reacted with a new wave of arousal. Her pussy loudly SCHLORPED, spraying onto the floor. Her thoughts finally shattered:

"They’re watching… Vernon and Dudley are watching me suck Harry… it’s so humiliating… so dirty… why am I dripping even more? I should stop… but I don’t want to… I want them to watch… I want Harry to cum in my mouth in front of them…"

She began sucking even more furiously, actively working her head, smacking and slurping as if she wanted to show the pigs how devoted she now was to her new master.

Vernon and Dudley continued to stupidly jerk off. Their thick pink dicks were small compared to Harry’s, but they furiously wanked them, oinking and drooling. Their fat bellies jiggled, their tiny eyes fixed on the way Petunia’s long neck bulged with every thrust.

— Good wife, — Harry taunted, looking at Vernon. — Look how your skinny Petunia has turned into a real white breeding sow. And you’re just standing there jerking off like a pathetic cuckold boar.

Vernon just grinned dumbly, his snout twitching, and he stroked his short cock faster.

Dudley oinked louder:

— Mommy… so fat… such a slut… oink…

Harry sped up, roughly fucking Petunia’s throat. GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK! Drool flew everywhere, her huge tits slapped and sprayed milk. The air in the room was thick and animalistic: Harry’s heavy musk, Petunia’s sweet pussy juice, milk and drool mixed with the heavy, piggish stench of Vernon and Dudley.

Petunia trembled all over, her mind completely drowned in lust. She was now a brainless bimbo slut, reveling in degradation. Every humiliating thrust of the cock into her throat, every glance from her pig husband and son only heightened her arousal.

Harry roared, burying his cock to the hilt and beginning to cum. Thick, hot streams of cum flooded directly into her stomach. Petunia swallowed greedily, GLUCK… GLUCK…, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as her pussy squirted a powerful gush onto the floor.

When Harry finally pulled out, a long, thick string of cum and drool stretched from her mouth. Petunia panted heavily, her face completely covered in saliva and cum, but she looked up at Harry with adoration.

— More… master… — she whispered hoarsely.

Petunia Dursley was completely broken. On her knees before her skinny nephew, she didn’t just suck—she worshipped his cock. With open, slavish devotion, she pulled his wet, saliva-glazed dick from her throat and pressed her cheek against it, as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Her long, swan-like neck arched, and her swollen, bruised lips tenderly—almost reverently—licked every inch of his veiny shaft.

— Mmmhh… so delicious… so thick… — she purred, dragging her wide tongue from his balls to the pulsing head. SCHLORP… lick… slurp… Long strings of saliva stretched from her tongue. She pressed her face harder, smearing the mix of her drool and cum across her cheek, inhaling Harry’s thick, young musk as if it were the sweetest ****.

Her massive, heavy jiggly milk-tits swayed and slapped against each other, thick nipples oozing milk. Her marshmallowy ass-meat—two giant, trembling mountains of soft white fat—was raised high as she stayed on all fours. Her fat, pink pussy dripped continuously onto the floor, leaving a glistening puddle.

In the corner of the room stood two anthropomorphic fat boars—Vernon and Dudley. Their enormous pink bellies jiggled, their short, thick pig dicks gripped in their trotter-like fists as they stupidly jerked off, oinking and drooling.

— Oink… oink-oink… mommy… sucking… — Dudley muttered, his tiny beady eyes gleaming with excitement.

Vernon just snorted heavily, his snout twitching as he furiously wanked his short pink appendage.

Harry sat on the edge of Vernon’s armchair—the very one where the head of the household used to sit—and looked down at his former arrogant aunt with a triumphant smirk. The contrast was devastating: his skinny, dark body and this hyper-fat, white, milky MILF slut who had once spat at him in disgust.

Petunia lifted her hazy eyes and whispered hoarsely, pleadingly:

— Harry… master… please… I can’t take it anymore… My fat white ass… it’s so empty… Fuck me in the ass… Please, tear open your slut aunt’s fat pig hole… I want to feel you inside… deep…

Her voice trembled with shame and wild lust. Her inner thoughts had completely drowned:

"I’m begging my own nephew to fuck me in the ass… in front of my husband and son… I’m a ruined whore… but I want it… I need him to rip apart my fat white ass…"

Harry smirked and leaned back in Vernon’s chair. He patted his thighs.

— Climb on, aunt-cow. Show your pigs how a real white breeding bitch begs for cock in her ass.

Petunia didn’t hesitate. With a loud moan, she climbed onto him in reverse cowgirl. Her incredible, soft, jiggling marshmallowy ass-meat loomed over Harry’s cock like two giant trembling planets. She grabbed his thick, wet dick with one hand and pressed it against her tight, pink anus.

— Aaaahhh… yesss… — she moaned and began to slowly lower herself.

SCHLORP…

The thick head struggled to stretch her tight asshole. Petunia howled from the mix of pain and pleasure but kept sinking down. Her giant fat ass slowly swallowed his cock inch by inch. GLUCK… SCHLORP… Her anus stretched around his thick shaft until, finally, her heavy cheeks slapped against Harry’s skinny thighs.

— Oooooohhhhhh! So deep… you’re tearing my ass apart, Harry… — she wailed, beginning to rise and fall.

PLAP… PLAP… PLAP…

Her massive white ass began slapping against his hips faster and harder. Each downward thrust was accompanied by a loud, wet smack and a squelch. Her fat cheeks jiggled in huge waves, trembling and shaking like jelly. Milk sprayed from her tits with every movement, dripping down her back and stomach.

Harry grabbed her wide hips and began thrusting upward powerfully, ramming his cock into her fat ass.

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!

— That’s it, bitch! Shake that fat white ass! Show your pigs how much you love getting fucked in the ass! — he growled, slapping her massive cheeks—SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Petunia had lost all control. She bounced on his cock like a woman possessed, her huge ass slapping and jiggling, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP, her anus squelching and clenching around his thick shaft.

— Yesss! Fuck my fat white ass! I’m your slut! Your white breeding cow! — she screamed, completely broken.

In the corner, Vernon and Dudley oinked louder, furiously jerking their short pig dicks. Their fat bellies shook, drool dripping onto the floor.

— Oink… wife… getting fucked… in the ass… oink-oink… — Vernon grunted dumbly, his eyes glazed with arousal.

Dudley just snorted heavily and stroked faster, watching his mother’s giant ass slap against Harry’s cock.

Harry continued to pound her ass hard, feeling her tight, hot hole clench around his dick. The air in the room was unbearably thick: his musk, her pussy juice, milk, sweat, and the piggish stench of Vernon and Dudley.

Petunia had fully transformed into a brainless bimbo slut. She bounced faster, screaming and howling with pleasure, her mind completely destroyed by lust and humiliation.

— Cum in me… please, master… fill my fat white ass with your cum… — she begged, never stopping her frantic riding.

Harry gripped her hips tighter and began thrusting upward powerfully, slamming his cock to the base into her trembling, fat ass.

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!