Harry decides on Plan B

Harry shook her head. This whole scene needed to go in a different direction, and fast. It was one thing to have been transformed into a girl. It’s another to be at the whim of the biggest arse in England.

“Well,” Harry said, with a big smile at her cousin. “Give me the wand, and I promise I’ll make you cum more than you’ve ever come before.”

“You promise?”

She nodded and smiled up at Dudley.

Predictably, he tossed her the wand.

“Nudifpresto,” Harry said, waving her wand briefly at Dudley, who was suddenly standing naked before her.

Dudley looked big to Harry, and his cock, which jutted straight out, was enormous. Harry felt her passion return, and a bead of juice roll down her inner thigh.

“And now, bitch,” Dudley began. “Off with your clothes.“

Harry grimaced. Dudley’s cock was intriguing, but the rest of him was annoying. She waved her wand. “Larriatus appendagaudous.”

Dudley found himself on Harry’s mattress. His wrists and ankles were securely bound by neatly tied ropes to each corner of the bed.

“Untie me, you mother fucker!”

Harry smiled and waved her wand again. “Gaggiabolus securita.”

A ball gag stuffed Dudley’s mouth. A leather dog collar ground into his neck, and a leash—tied to the doorknob—pulled his head back into the bed. Harry tossed a t shirt onto Dudleys head. She had no interest in his spluttering and drool.

She looked down. Dudley’s cock was still big, but the bondage had taken some of the wind out of its sails.

Harry bent down and looked at her cousin’s dick. It smelt of late adolescent boy. Yuck. While Dudley thrashed slowly on the bed, Harry went to the bathroom, returned with a couple of coarse towels and strong soap, and cleaned him up. She could have done it by magic, but there was something sweet about cleaning Dudley’s cock and balls herself. She then vigorously rubbed Dudley’s asshole with a freshly soapy towel. Better, she thought.

Harry tugged at Dudley’s dick, which had again hardened with the wash. Stray soap and hairs flecked the bed, and Harry was annoyed by her cousin’s pubes, as well as by his incessant gagging and snorting. She pulled the t shirt off Dudley’s face. It was red and mottled, sweaty, furious.

“Big guy, can you stay quiet, or do I have to lobotomize you?”

Dudley nodded.

“Excellent,” Harry said, as she arranged a sheet back on Dudley’s face. She turned back to Dudley’s cock, and twirled her wand. “Depillitorus Profundus!”

Harry looked down. All of Dudley’s pubic hair was gone, as was the smell and the soap.

Harry got down close and looked more closely at Dudley’s dick. She’d never seen one up close. Much bigger than hers had been. She licked her cousin’s cock, which twitched. She rubbed the cock on her face and drew it deeply into her mouth. In and out, licking and sucking. Harry’s mind went blank. She allowed herself to gag down on him. To bite the glans. To bobble down the sides. She loved the power over this hunk of stupid boy. She came to her senses, however, when she realized that Dudley was rhymically banging himself into her mouth in a staccato beat that could mean only one thing.