WARNING:
I do not own or profit from Harry Potter or any characters in the franchise or trademark Harry Potter (Potterverse). I may be a sick, perverse individual but I do not promote or practice any fetishes or alternative lifestyles portrayed in this fan fiction, as it is highly impractical and FICTIONAL. If you are squeamish, don't enjoy pregnancy/birth/lactation/robust women/orifice stretching/non-consent/reluctance/mind control/female genitalia and reproductive functions (among other perversions), DO NOT read this as I won't tolerate hate mail or negativity as via this extended warning label you have been properly warned! Continue at your own risk. Also, if you don't enjoy the natural aging process (i.e. Sagging breasts/droopy uterus/organ prolapse) then do not read as I didn't hold any punches. Also featured in this particular chapter is underage m/m action and mpreg, then possible forced feminization later on. I love to wallow in the uniqueness that is humanity as no two vaginas are the same and life has so much variety that uniformity and the average notion of beauty is boring. Beauty is open to interpretation so don't judge lest ye be judged in turn. Enjoy!
A heavily pregnant Harry Potter sat at his vanity, rubbing his enormous swell of belly and feeling his children kick. On his ring finger was his beautiful wedding ring- a gift from his husband Tom. It was a delicate pink pearl surrounded by a dainty ring of petite diamonds- delicate and beautiful just like his lovely consort said Tom when he presented it to him. He allowed his personal elf to drape him in his fine silk maternity robe, the one with the most delicate floral prints and chantilly lace accents. Silk stockings were rolled up his shapely coltish thighs and held in place by Lacey garters. His permanently small cocklet was tucked into a tiny pair of frilly lace and silk panties, being cradled like the insignificant decorative item it was in the fine material. Harry's purely-for-decoration "manhood" had a line of pearl studs pierced along it's three inch length. He had an oversized plug inserted into his once dainty rectum In preparation of the upcoming birth. Harry's protruding, engorged nipples were hidden behind gold filigree shields sitting atop his pert, milk hardened breasts. He had grown at least two cup sizes, pleasing his Lord immensely. As his belly swelled big with child his once boyish hips broadened drastically in preparation for motherhood.
Harry directed his elves to string calla lilies and blood orchids into his flowing black locks that spiraled past his pert shapely derrière amongst the freshwater pearls and precious gemstones beaded into his hair. His expressive green eyes stood out like glistening emeralds lined lightly with charcoal grey kohl and his curling black lashes were thicker than a Spanish lady's. His high aristocratic cheek bones held a slight flush as he ran his petite hands over his expanding body and his luscious glistening ruby lips parted around a whimper as he adjusted the golden shields protecting his over sensitized nipples. He slipped on some dainty kitten heeled satin slippers and spritzed a little scent on his pulse points, readying himself for a light repast with his love. He finished his outfit with the mother-of-pearl hair combs Tom had gifted him for their one month anniversary and the golden Slytherin locket he had settled around Harry's lovely throat the day they found out he was expecting twins.
Delicately floating down the stairs with a slight waddle and wiggle of his womanly hips, Harry joined his lord husband in the intimate dining room. As he entered Tom immediately attended to him, kissing him passionately and whispering endearments against his plump lips, offering worship to his obsession. Tom gently settled his petite lover onto his lap, offering him the choicest and tenderest of morsels and placing it upon his soft tongue by hand. After sipping fine champagne and nibbling on fresh fruit the couples passion made a reappearance as Tom gently slid Harry's panties down his thighs, removing his plug and sitting him astride his large weeping cock, rutting slowly into his lady wife until they both found completion.
Although Tom had conceived them before their bonding, Harry found it distasteful and classless the way his three step daughters had come into being. He made Tom promise not to impregnate the trampy little cow out in the barn ever again. The only one bearing Tom's heirs would be his soul mate, Harry. The Dark lord arranged marriage contracts for his three daughters to foreign pure bloods and agreed to send them off to join the families of their betrothed as soon as they were weaned. They had inherited their birth mothers garish red whore hair, as Harry called it. They would end up being insatiable faithless bitches just like their mother, he was certain. He and Tom agreed that after the heir and spare were born, any surplus males would be given potions at birth to transform them into females, decreasing the likelihood of having to split several inheritances and allowing them to make better alliances through marriage contracts or as consorts to powerful families.
When Harry's water broke and his contractions started, he got into his birthing pool and did his deep breathing routine as his doula had instructed like a good little mother. In no time- and barely any pain or tearing- at all his twin boys were born, healthy and chubby with Tom's coloring, latching onto their mothers leaking nipples strongly. Harry was given a rejuvenation potion, shrinking his deflated uterus and toning his stomach a bit while repairing any wear and tear from the birth.
The loving couple had discussed a total gender transformation for Harry after he gave birth as it wasn't safe to do while pregnant. A week after giving birth Harry became a woman in every sense of the word, a pretty virgin pussy sitting daintily and bare betwixt her girlish thighs. Harry, as a surprise for Tom, had permanently removed all of her body hair and had pierced her clitoral hood with a delicate pearl. After deciding she needed a good strong Witches name, the couple chose to rename Harry as Persephone, or Per for short. Per lost her vaginal virginity to a pleased Tom in a night long passionate marathon of love making. They both enjoyed deflowering her so much they occasionally utilized a potion to regrow her hymen, making it so she could be deflowered all over again once a month at least. She quickly fell pregnant with quintuplets, rapidly expanding this time at a far more rapid rate than with the twins. Her bosom gained another two cup sizes, her areola darkening and enlarging further. Tom loved her expanding physique, he couldn't keep his nimble hands off of her. That was until she went on bed rest and he had to refrain from forcing her into vigorous activity and he had to find a new way to occupy his time. He would gently feed his bulbous cock down her throat as he tenderly suckled her breasts and clit. She eventually gave birth- vaginally this time- to two boys and three girls, the boys being changed to girls immediately at birth as discussed. Her five girls were contracted in marriage to powerful pure blooded allies and followers of their beloved papa. They were to be given to their husbands upon their 13th birthday. Tom adopted the last name of Slytherin, as he was the heir of said house, as did his wife and children. Per got pregnant as soon as possible, this time with a single baby. She took the time and heartily enjoyed her only non multiple pregnancy, Tom sexing her little love box even as she was birthing their child. This baby was indeed a wondrous surprise, a lovely little hermaphrodite with both sets of functioning sex organs. Her marriage contract fetched the highest bride price yet, and they had to agree to send the child to the wealthy suitor after her 10th birthday for extra training.
Tom found he heartily enjoyed feeding at his wife's voluptuous breasts along with his many children. His continuously round, pregnant wife was his biggest turn on and he very much enjoyed pumping into her while she sat astride his cock with her legs spread wide over his knees as he milked her glorious breasts, shooting milk out in front of their writhing forms. At all the balls and social functions Per was the perfect society wife, her lovely mannerisms and gorgeous body always earned him the envy and respect of his subjects and contemporaries. His little Pearl loved to dance and twirl in her beautiful gala gowns, always the belle of the ball. Although he didn't quite know what love was and didn't think himself capable, he was certain that this was the closest one could get. His obsession with little Harry Potter, the prophesied downfall of Lord Voldemort, his one weakness, had turned to passion and unending desire to possess him, now her, body and soul for eternity. However, his newfound humanity didn't make him weak, but far stronger than ever before. He had his soul mate, his heirs, his lovely daughters to use as bargaining chips, thousands of loyal followers, and an ever expanding Dark Empire which would soon snuff out the Light completely. If he was Lucifer as many of his victims claimed, then his Harry was the Persephone to his Hades and he would never allow her to leave his underworld kingdom for even a day.
