Just a few.

Obviously, Hermione started by tapping the box marked Immortal with her wand. If she didn’t and anything ever happened to Harry, she would never be able to forgive herself. A check mark appeared in the box so presumably Harry was now immortal. Hermione wasn’t eager to test that out though. She looked for something a little more obvious to try out instead, just to make sure things worked like they should.

She tried the Self-Lubricating box because at the rate things were going that might be pretty useful soon. Again there were no obvious changes with Harry though. She was hesitant to try any of the other check boxes. None of them were properly described and so she wasn’t certain she liked the thought of fiddling with them. Maybe she should read more of the contract to get more details. But things were getting even hotter with Ron and Harry. She doubted she could make herself quietly read in peace while Harry was moaning so sinfully.

She turned her attention instead to the other side of the page where a series of statistics were all neatly laid out. Those might yield more immediate results. Hermione tapped on the line marked cup size since Ron was having so much fun playing with Harry’s chest. Nothing happened though. Maybe these entries were meant to be edited directly? Luckily Hermione had been taking ancient runes and arithmency, so she knew the magical words for letters and numbers. With a swish of her wand and a softly spoken word she changed Harry’s cup size from double to single A. Only an inch of difference but….

Sure enough across the room Harry gasped out loud as he felt his flesh shift beneath his latex suit and silk bra. Ron cursed under his breath as Harry’s chest became ever so slightly more rounded. He squeezed those soft little mounds and got another delicious moan out of Harry before he shot a hungry gaze across the room at Hermione.

“Holy shit did you just give Harry a pair of breasts?” Ron asked in stunned disbelief as Harry did his best not to go cross eyed from the sensation and the heady sense of powerlessness that rolled over him.

“I think it would be more accurate to say I gave him a pair of tits.” Hermione said blushing at how scandalous her own words were. “Technically Harry already had breasts, I just filled them out a bit more. Seems like this scroll really can change more than just his clothes.”

“Awesome.” Ron’s eyes lit up. “What else could you change?”

Hermione bit her lip and glanced down at another entry that had caught her notice. Harry’s dick size was listed as being four inches long. She wasn’t sure if that was large or small for a boy, but from her own tenuous explorations of her own body she was fairly certain that bigger was better. Harry likely agreed since he was listed as a “size queen.” So with a word and another swish of her wand she doubled that number.

Harry would’ve doubled over if Ron hadn’t been clinging to his chest as he felt his panties stretch out as the bulge between his legs began to swell in size. His dick almost immediately popped out of his panties and was now rubbing itself against his latex gimp suit. The pleasure made him grow cross eyed, but a thought managed to cross his mind so he suddenly cried out.

“Prongs!” Harry suddenly shouted his chosen safe word. Immediately he knew all the magic that was affecting him, from the warming charms on his outfit to the transformation power of the scroll. He mentally rejected the magic that was making his dick enlarge itself and his cock instantly snapped back to its regular size.

Ron and Hermione froze, a sense of dread and regret flashing through their minds at the thought that they had made Harry uncomfortable or scared. Hermione flew across the room to cradle Harry’s head in her hands as she searched his face with a near panicked look of concern on her own. Ron’s hands flew away from his chest as he instead held Harry in a gentle hug as he whispered comforting words into Harry’s ears.

“Harry, what’s wrong?” Hermione begged to know. “What did you just say? What went wrong? What did I do?”

“Prongs is my safe word.” Harry explained as he nuzzled into Hermione’s hands doing his best to sound calm and not worry them further. “I can use it to stop anything I really don’t like. I didn’t mean to worry you, I just… I just don’t want to be bigger than Ron. You can change my dick if you want, I just prefer to be more delicate than either of you if you don’t mind.”

“Oh baby there’s nothing wrong with that.” Hermione reassured him. “I’m glad you have a way to hold us back if you ever get uncomfortable, please promise me you’ll never hesitate to use that safe word if you need to. I only want you to feel good. If you don’t want to have an eight inch dick that’s fine. I’m sure four is plenty enough.”

Ron couldn’t help but suddenly laugh to himself which caused Hermione to glare at him. Ron shook his head and spoke up: “Sorry, sorry. You’re right of course Hermione. Harry should never have to feel bad about anything we do with him. It’s just that…”

Ron paused for a second to pull Harry flush against his chest rather than holding him to his side. Harry felt his back pressed through the voluminous robes, that were the only thing he had ever seen Ron wearing before, against the hard muscles of his abs. He also found his butt pressed against something very hard, and very long. Long enough to run the full length of his ass cheeks and press into the small of his back.

“Eight inches would actually still be smaller than me.” Ron whispered into Harry’s ears making both his and Hermione’s faces turn scarlet. He continued in a more normal tone. “Family legend says one of our ancestors did some great favor for a clan of minotaurs once and got paid in a powerful blessing. Ever since us Weasleys have always had large families. Once a girl gets a ride on a Weasley man she ends up hopelessly addicted to it. Bill says boys are even weaker to it.”

“Can I-” Harry started then paused to take a deep gulp of air. “Can I see it?”

Ron passed him over to Hermione who made him kneel down with her on the floor. Ron lifted his robes off and tossed them to the side. Harry’s breath caught as his eyes raked over his best friend. Ron’s body was a sculpted masterpiece. His arms were thick with sinew, his chest broad with power, his abs well defined with a rock hard six pack, his waist narrow to give him a perfect V shape. It must’ve been some part of that magical blessing, since Harry had never known his friend to be one to work out. Perhaps this explained Ron’s seemingly bottomless appetite. Somehow every calorie he ate must’ve been processed into pure muscle.

Then Ron hooked his fingers into his waistband and dropped his boxers down to below his knees so he could step out of them. His hard cock sprang up before Harry’s face. That monster of a cock was longer than Harry’s forearm and thicker than his fist. A towering mass of pure masculinity, it made Harry’s mouth water and an intense feeling of slickness developed between his ass cheeks. This was glorious. How could anyone expect Harry to be a hero for the wizarding world when he could spend his life worshiping this godlike cock instead? Harry was suddenly feeling really good about all his life choices.

Hermione was left just as speechless by the sight before her. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought she might be greeted by such an awesome sight. She could definitely understand why Mrs Weasley had so many kids. Clearly every son she could bring into the world with something like this between their legs was a gift to all women kind. Little wonder so many pure bloods did their best to keep the Weasleys down. If they had the power and money of the Malfoys there wouldn’t have been a magical man in Great Britain safe from being made into a cuck. She was definitely going to have to convince Ron to give her a chance at playing with this as well. But that could wait until later. Now was all about Harry.

“Well Harry, your dom has given you such a lovely gift.” She said into Harry’s ear and then pushed his head forward. “Be sure to show him how grateful you are.”

Harry did not need to be told twice. He buried his face into the base of Ron’s cock and deeply inhaled his potent musk. Harry shuddered in pleasure. This was the scent of pure masculinity and he got to worship it. He licked a long stripe from its base all the way up to the tip then slathered the head with as much of his spit as he could. Ron let out a deep moan of sinful delight which left Harry happily squirming in place as he brought his dom such pleasure. Up and down he worked that wonderful shaft licking it for all he was worth. He felt its massive veins pulse in time with Ron’s heart beat. The only thing that could make this better was if his arms were free to hold this wonderful cock as well. But he couldn’t get too greedy. His doms would let him free only if they wished. He would just have to redouble his efforts to make up for the lack of hands.

Ron looked down on Harry as his heart thundered in his chest. This was so much better than he had ever dreamed. Harry looked so sinful in his latex hood. His stark green eyes shown so brightly contrasted with the black all around them even as they went hazy with delight as Harry got drunk off of his scent. The sight of the wizarding world’s greatest hero slurping at the base of his dick with half his face covered by his monstrous prick filled Ron with a heady sense of power. And then Harry would raise himself up to suckle at his head like a lollipop, running his tongue over it, only taking a break to let out another girlish moan. It was all so perfect.

Hermione leaned back to shuck her own robes off and undo her bra before she leaned back forward to cradle Harry to her chest. She pressed her tits into his back and was rewarded with a squeal of delight from Harry and look of pure hunger from Ron above him. She placed her hand on the back of Harry’s head and began to guide him as he worked Ron’s shaft. She **** his head lower to suck on Ron’s balls and then guided him back up his shaft as Harry licked and kissed this glorious monster.

“Open wide Harry.” She commanded and Harry moaned as he obeyed without hesitation, hanging before the head of Ron’s cock with his tongue hanging out. She placed one hand on Ron’s dick and felt it thrum with power and anticipation as she held it steady. Then she slowly pushed Harry forward as he stretched his jaw as wide as it would go and started to properly suck his dom off.

The salty and musky taste of Ron’s dick filled Harry’s mouth as Hermione gave him a few seconds to get used to its sheer girth. Then she began to push him further forward. He got maybe four inches of it in before she pulled him back. Then down again until he got a fifth. Back and forth, back and forth. Deeper and deeper always just a little further until Harry choked and gagged on that monster around inch seven.

“Oh dear it seems like this is a little too much for little Harry.” Hermione said in a gentle tone as she pulled his head off of Ron’s monster and let him lick the shaft for a few moments.

“No. No.” Harry denied. “I can take it masters. I can be good. Let me try again, I’ll be sure to swallow it all.”

“Easy Harry.” Ron chided him. “Don’t push yourself. Take it slow. We’ve got all the time in the world for you to learn to suck it properly.”

Harry took it as a challenge though. Without any prompting from Hermione he got right back to work sucking on this dick for all it was worth. He soon returned to where he had left off, but try as he might he couldn’t manage to go deeper than seven inches before he gagged and choked. He did his best to make up for it. He hollowed his cheeks to suck on it properly. He ran his tongue under and around it. He did everything he could to try and make Ron feel as much pleasure as he could. And by Merlin’s magic he did his damndest to swallow everything he could.

“Oh fuck he’s really trying his hardest isn’t he?” Ron almost cried out as his eyes fluttered shut and he rolled his hips forward and drove an inch deeper into Harry’s throat. Harry gagged again, his throat spasmed around Ron’s dick and Ron nearly went cross eyed at the feeling. He only just managed to hold himself back from unloading into Harry’s stomach. He never wanted this sensation to end. It was so, so, so good! “Our little hero.” He grunted. “Always so determined to overcome any challenge.”

Hermione saw Harry wince slightly at the word hero and a thought occurred to her. Quietly she put a feather light charm on Harry as he pulled back and made another attempt at swallowing Ron’s cock. She called her appearance scroll over to herself and flipped through the outfit selection. She found what she was after and applied it to Harry.

Harry was only slightly aware of his clothes changing again. His crotch suddenly felt a bit colder but he paid it no mind. His world did not exist beyond Ron’s cock, all that mattered was somehow getting another inch of it down his throat. He couldn’t ignore it though when Hermione suddenly picked him up like a doll.

Hermione had selected a version of his suit that had a cut out for his crotch. His legs were still covered in latex attached to the rest of his clothes by several straps. But his pelvis and ass were now bare to the world. Even his panties were gone. Ron and Hermione could now look down at his four inch dick standing as proud as it could, harder than Harry had ever felt it before.

“But Harry’s not a hero anymore is he?” Hermione announced. “He’s decided to be a little submissive slut for us instead. He’s given up on the tournament, on being seen as the proud boy who lived. He’s agreed to let us parade him around on a leash, bound up in this latex suit for all the world to see.”

Hermione effortlessly shifted Harry’s feather light body around so his pelvis was pressed against Ron’s cock, his little dicklet stood tall against a monster at least four times its size. Harry’s face felt like it was on fire as he saw the difference plain as day. And he couldn’t stop himself from rutting his hips forward to stroke his little cocklet against Ron’s towering mast if manhood.

“Look at that dick Harry.” Hermione ordered as if Harry could ever stand to look away. “That’s a real man’s dick. That’s a hero’s dick. You’ve got a submissive little clit. Not a dick. I offered you a real dick and you turned it down. You want to always be smaller than that monster don’t you? You want to be dominated by that cock don’t you? You can never win against that dick, can you?”

“No.” Harry squeaked out in admission.

“You wouldn’t want to win against it even if you could?” Hermione pressed on.

“No.” Harry admitted.

“You want to be owned by that dick don’t you?” Hermione demanded.

“Yes!” Harry cried as he thrust his hips harder and harder against it.

“Then cum for it-” Hermione started but the moment she did Harry cried out and spasmed in her grasp. His little dick twitched five times and shot load after load out. One shot struck Ron’s cock, the next three landed on his bare flesh, the last was only a dribble that leaked down his own clit.

“Like a good boy.” Hermione concluded.

“Holy shit.” Ron said almost reverently with a shocked look on his face. Then he grinned down at Harry. “Holy shit! You really enjoyed that didn’t you?”

“Yes…” Harry said breathlessly as the after shocks of his orgasm rolled through him. “That was so good. All of it was just perfect. You two are so good to me. I knew this would be perfect.”

“Well almost.” Ron agreed, “Except I still haven’t come yet. And Hermione’s hardly had a chance to play with you at all.”

“This has been really good for me too.” Hermione declared. “I never imagined it would be this much fun to be in control of things like this. Are you still up to play a little bit more?”

“Anytime. Anywhere.” Harry vowed as he turned to face Hermione and kissed her gently. “You all can do whatever you want with me. I want to be yours.”

“Then this time we’ll both have some fun with Ron.” Hermione declared. She turned to the scroll and made another outfit change. This time Harry was left completely naked, which despite everything he had been through still made him blush. Then Hermione listed off another magical number and tapped the part of the scroll for Harry’s height.

In seconds Harry shrank down until he was even smaller than Ron’s cock, though only by an inch or two. He would’ve fallen to the ground but Hermione now held him in just one hand. Harry’s head spun from the sudden shift in perspective. Then his heart began to race at the naked hunger in Ron and Hermione’s eyes as they gazed down at him. Then without any ceremony or warning Hermione dropped him down between her breasts. Harry had to quickly throw his arms around the tops of her breasts to keep from slipping down her chest. But with the effects of the feather light charm still on him he had no trouble holding himself in place.

Hermione squeezed her boobs together smothering Harry with her flesh. He thrashed and squirmed in place but sank easily enough into them so he felt only a moderate amount of pressure. Hermione giggled as his movements tickled her and Harry felt a wondrous feeling of powerlessness as he was sandwiched in place. He moaned and squealed in delight, his tiny voice carried exceptionally well up to his dominant’s ears. It was glorious.

“I like where this is going.” Ron said with naked hunger in his voice as Hermione released her breasts and then stood up on her knees so her chest was level with his crotch.

“I bet you do.” Hermione said as seductively as she could.

“Not as much as I do.” Harry said with open wonder in his voice. And then his world became a prison of flesh.

Ron put his hands on Hermione’s shoulders as she wrapped her tits around his cock. They felt so heavenly and soft against his dick. A pair of perfect pillows to thrust against. And beneath that was Harry’s hard little body doing its best to wrap itself around him. Thrusting and rubbing as best he could to give Ron all the pleasure he could bear.

Hermione wrapped her lips around the tip of Ron’s cock as she massaged his mast with her tits. Up and down back and forth, smothering as much of that monster as she could. She inhaled deeply to fill her head with his musky scent as she licked and sucked on his head. She didn’t try to go as deep as Harry had. All she needed was the taste of him on her tongue as her mind went cloudy. All the while Harry still wiggled away between her breasts. She felt so powerful with Harry under her control. She felt so powerless as Ron used her for his own pleasure. Her pussy was growing wetter and wetter. Her legs squirmed together as she chased some relief from the fire building in her core. She might just come completely untouched like this.

Harry was in heaven. Utterly helpless and under the control of his doms. Trapped in a prison of flesh that assaulted his senses from every angle. All around him was the softness and heat of Hermione’s body. His arms and legs were wrapped around Ron’s pulsing hardness. His nose was full of Ron’s musk, his ears full of Hermione’s moans. He ran his little tongue up and down Ron’s mighty dick and he doubted his friend could even feel it, but the taste of that overwhelming dick was somehow almost all his mind could focus on. His little cock grew hard again in moments and fired off another orgasm almost immediately afterwards. The overwhelming sensation gave him no respite. Again and again the cycle repeated. Go soft, grow hard, shake and convulse as pleasure rippled through him, go soft again and repeat. Harry lost count of how many times he came. He doubted he was actually firing anything out of his cock after his third. Yet still his body tried to empty out his long since dried balls.

How long the three of them were locked in this dance of pleasure none of them knew. Eventually Hermione let out a mighty cry of pleasure as her body did indeed find a way to release its pleasure without anything ever touching her virgin pussy. Minutes later Ron suddenly pulled back.

With one hand he continued to stroke his cock at a furious pace. With the other he grabbed Harry and held him in his hands. He bit his lip to hold back for a few moments more.

“Shrink him again.” He ordered Hermione. “Down to something bite sized.”

Hermione obeyed without any thought. Harry moaned sinfully one last time as his body shrank down to only a few inches. Ron held him between two fingers as he pried Hermione’s mouth open, then he shoved Harry inside. Harry was left sprawled out on Hermione’s tongue like it was a massive scarlet bed. Hermione went cross eyed at the taste of her first friend’s naked body covered in her own sweat and the precum that leaked out of Ron’s dick. Ron continued to beat his meat furiously now with both hands. With a mighty cry he aimed it carefully and finally released himself.

Hermione swore she actually saw Ron’s balls contract and his dick swell as a massive load made its way up his shaft. The first shot erupted from him in a pure white stream of spunk that flew true and filled her mouth, completely drenching Harry. That shot alone was somehow more than Harry had released in his whole orgasm. The second shot was just as mighty, but more erratic as Ron’s cock jumped in his hand. It flew too high and covered Hermione’s face. The third hit her chin but Ron mastered it and still got most of into her mouth. The fourth smeared across her cheek. For the fifth he shoved the head of his dick past her lips and filled her mouth completely. The sixth squirted out of her lips. Only then did he take a step back and allowed a small stream to dribble out on the ground.

Harry found himself briefly swimming in his best friend’s cum. It was sticky and viscous. More like being trapped in syrup than a liquid. Hermione pinned him to the roof of her mouth with her tongue and then swallowed most of it. When she opened her mouth again Harry was still lying in a pool of the stuff.

“That is so fucking hot.” Ron declared as he watched Harry sink his head into that pool and take a long drink of Ron’s release. It was so fucking good. Harry wouldn’t have minded if he never enjoyed another Hogwarts feast if it meant he could have this for a meal instead.

Hermione would’ve agreed with him. She found the salty and bitter taste surprisingly refined and delicious. It made for such a wonderful contrast to the texture of Harry’s skin. She rolled Harry back and forth with her tongue cleaning him off and enjoying the feel of his body as she replaced the slimy cum on him with her own saliva. She could get used to this. Especially when she felt his body spasm and shake with one last release. Then she pinned him in place once more and swallowed the last of Ron’s cum.

Harry watched that sweet ambrosia get carried away and the thought of what it would be like to follow it down crossed his mind. To sit in Hermione’s belly in a pool of Ron’s cum until he drifted away to nothingness. It made his heart thunder in his chest as he considered just how easily his two friends could vanish him away. The boy who lived ending as a snack and plaything. A warm memory for Ron and Hermione’s growing love. But then Hermione grabbed his legs and pulled him back out into the light.

She grew Harry back to doll size and then vanished away her spit on him as well as the cum on her face. As Harry curled up in her hand and his eyes began to droop she dressed him back in his original gimp suit, all tightly bound up and blind to the world. He looked so cute and helpless like that. She and Ron gazed down on him, a growing warmth in their heart at the thought of just how much Harry trusted them.

“You’re not going to reset him to his full size?” Ron asked.

“I think he’s too tuckered out to walk back to Gryffindore tower.” Hermione explained with a shake of her head. “Besides I’m not sure I want anyone else to see him like this yet.

“Me neither.” Ron agreed. “He’s ours after all. No one else’s.”

“Here let me put your books into my book bag.” Hermione suggested. “Then you can carry him back to the tower in yours. We can get him dressed up in something more presentable and then read through this contract to understand all the ins and outs of it.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Ron nodded and then set to work.