“Ah!” Harry stretched, getting feeling back in his legs, his balls only the size of oranges. “So even though my balls are smaller now, they’ll still pump out the same amount of cum?” Harry asked.
“Yes, master,” Snape replied, “But if you ever desire having enormous balls again,” still female, Snape was feeling the effects of the pheromone, “just will it and it will happen.”
“You really are a potion master, Snape.” Harry pushed Snape off of him. “Do you have the special one I asked for?”
“Yes, master,” Snape pulled out a small box and presented it to Harry. He took it an opened it, confirming that Snape had made blow darts with the special potion. “This is as you asked. A special combination of your cum and a youth potion. Whoever is shot with this, will instantly become your ****, while still becoming younger and more to your liking.” She came up to Harry again, as he pushed her away once more.
“I need you to make more potions for the tournament.” Harry demanded, “Make temporary beast potions, cum potions, and surprise me with the last one.” Snape looked disappointed, but Harry raised her head up to meet his eyes. “Do this, and I will make you my personal cum balloon.” Snape clapped her hands and rushed out of the common room, careful to avoid all the inflated girls sprawled out on the floor. Harry looked back to the blow darts. He had most of the students he needed, but the faculty was the real challenge. Question was, who to turn first to ensure complete control?
