Harry shows you just how horny of a beast he can be.

Harry kept asking you all sorts of questions. What wishes you made, why you made them, who they affected, did you ever wish for anything else, and what else did you want to wish for? You gladly answered everything he asked, but you told him that he had the powder now. He was free to wish for what he wanted, and for the next few weeks, he did exactly that.

"I wish that for the next 10 years, I will no longer age," Harry says one morning as he looks at himself in the mirror.

"Harry?"

"I hope you don't mind that?" He asks as he stomps back to your bed and snuggles his obesity next to yours. "I want to be able to spend as much time as I can with you. And I don't want to be any younger even if I could wish for it. I know you love a silver fox." Harry lunges between your fat and makes out with you. As much as you tell him he could be young if he wanted to be, he's adamant that he loves how he looks, even if his age is showing. Despite being a powerful wish, it has no bearing on you today. You continue to plan your wedding and make arrangements with your family to be there for it.

Every day is loving and eating as you feast and fuck day in and day out.

"I wish IYNH was fatter," Harry moans one day while you're fucking. You feel your tonnage grow and Harry's moans grow deeper as he fucks you harder.

"I wish IYNH's ass was even bigger," Harry moans another night as he rails you. Your ass cheeks bloat and bloat growing wider and taller making you more bottom-heavy than ever before.

"I wish I was hairier, muskier, and sweatier," Harry moaned one morning as you woke up. You watched his already deliciously hairy body grow even thicker tufts of hair. His musk grew much more potent and rank as the already massive amount of sweat he produced increased leaving him dripping in it as you went about another day of paradise and planning your marriage.

"I wish I had a dildo installed in our sex room that would be a 1:1 perfect replica of IYNH's dick," Harry groaned delightedly as you fucked in your little sex dungeon. Harry shuddered in delight and ecstasy as you watched in the mirror the dildo come into reality parking right into his backside. With every thrust into you, he fucked himself with his new dildo.

"I wish my orgasms were even larger!" Harry moaned another morning as you watched his spire of cock erupt like an active volcano above you. The sheer amount of cum was so intoxicating as it flooded your bedroom.

"I wish IYNH was bigger! I wish IYNH was fatter! I wish I was fatter! I wish my dick was bigger! I wish my balls were bigger! I wish I orgasmed even harder! I wish I could orgasm with just a thought! I wish I couldn't stop cumming for the next week! I wish IYNH's ass was fatter! I wish my dick was bigger! I wish my balls were fatter! I wish my cock was bigger! I wish my balls were even bigger! I wish my orgasms were even more massive!"

"Oh, Harry!" You moaned as the already explosive orgasms of Harry's increased in size, intensity, speed, force, and volume. It had been a month, and Harry was wishing almost every other day, sometimes multiple times a day. He couldn't help himself. He was in love, with you, with life, with himself, with everything.

"Oh, IYNH," Harry groaned as his now 150-foot cock surged with cum from his balls as tall as a two-story house. "I love you!" Harry slammed into you and you felt your now 80,000 pounds of fat quaking and jiggling from the powerful sex. Your 60-foot cock throbbed and felt like nothing compared to what Harry was using on you. His tremendous cock throbbed with enough force to nearly lift you off the ground. You could feel your body resist and be weighed down by all of the fat, but you certainly feel it trying.

"One more week," Harry moaned as he filled you with cum. "One more week and we'll finally be married.

Your heart was aflutter with emotion. You couldn't believe your life and who you had fallen in love with. You couldn't wait to say "I do" at the altar.

But Harry was going a bit wild with the wishing, do you want to reign him in? Or go even harder? Or let him continue on as you finally tie the knot?