Chapter 1
Dudley cringed when he heard the door close. They had all left to go off to that... that freak school! Why was he even in this situation? His parents just had to be in that building bombing- oh, what he wouldn't give for Harry to have been blown to smithereens. That was two years ago. Some boy named Neville's grandmother had lost her life in the same explosion as well. With nowhere else to go, they went with Harry at this hole called The Burrow. The Weasleys had easily accepted the bumbling buffoon called Neville into their family, but had simply ignored Dudley. He wasn't allowed to write to his friends for secrecy concerns. So, who cares if he had beaten Harry up a couple of times? He deserved it, and it's no reason to reject him for two years straight.
Everyone had left for the train station, leaving Dudley in solitary confinement. Not being a wizard, Dudley went to a normal school in the nearby village. The school year would be beyond awkward- left alone with Molly and Arthur, Dudley would have absolutely no social contact excpt when meals were transported to his room. Well, except for Trevor.
Trevor was Neville's forgotten toad. Dudley stole him for a friend during the school year. Neville just assumed that he had been lost "No great loss," he has said. Dudley deeply loved Trevor- as his only companion, Dudley would hold his slimy body in his hands for hours and tell him secrets and thoughts. However, something had... changed over the past few months.
Dudley had never experienced what he saw on TV as "attraction". No person ever created that bubbly feeling inside, or that longing. One day, Dudley found magazine with such titles as "Exotic Necrophilia Liasion- XXX" and "Down In The Depths of the Swamps" under Ron's bed. They depicted a wide variety of people in a winde variety of situations. Men, women, corpses, trolls, Animagi, nothing seemed to stir up that feeling inside Dudley. He instead just stared blankly. Then the change happened.
Dudley had been ranting to Trevor, when an inescapable urge to lick the toad came over him. Trevor's sticky and wet skin was irresistable against his tongue. Dudley spent three hours licking and licking until Trevor jumped out of his hands. He suddenly noticed something strange- an odd feeling in between his legs. He had never had this before. His... thing was... hard... and the slightest movement created moans from the pleasure. Dudley unzipped his pants and felt it, savoring it, until fireworks and an explosion occured all over Neville's wall. Dudley, now a licking expert, gobbled it off of the wall. It tasted sweet, like Trevor's skin. He wanted more... but how?