Red and Black

Stripping off his robe, Harry found his chest was covered by a lacy red and black bra and his boxers had been replaced with a matching set of panties. Both were covered by paterns of snowflakes where the materials turned so thin as to be nearly transparent. One of his pierced nipples could be plainly seen through his new bra. His little dick was hugged tight by his panties making him squirm and shift in place as the silk rubbed against his sensative body.

It felt wonderful in almost every way imaginable. It was practically impossible for Harry to keep himself from running his hands over his body. He played with his chest through his new bra turning his piercings to twist and stretch his nipples. He also cupped his dick and balls against his new panties and rutted against his hand. It was deliciously, sinfully pleasurable.

Harry briefly wondered how he must look. A young boy, a famous hero, a champion of the school being reduced to such a pathetic state? Freely masturbating out in the open while wearing a girls clothes? What would others think if they saw him like this? The thought pushed him over the edge.

Harry collapsed to the floor as the pleasure overwhelmed him. That was so good! How wonderful it would be if he could live like this? If he could completely give up on being the boy who lived and just be a tool for pleasure instead that would be so wonderful. Fame had never brought him anything but danger, preasure and isolation. If it took him being utterly humiliated to be forgotten and left only with those who actually cared about him then so be it.

Harry looked over at the rule book and wondered if here was a chance to get exactly that? Some way to make it so he never had to worry about the tournament, about Voldemort or about being a hero to the wizarding world again. Some way to shrink his world down so that only the people he actually cared about mattered.