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Waking up as Hagrid in the summer after Harry Potter's third year was one of the most jarring experiences of my life. I had just been daydreaming about how broken most CYOA's would be in the Harry Potter setting before going to bed and then here I was, in Rowling's Wizarding World. I'd like to say I agonized over my new setting but I was no little bitch. I did what I always do when I experience feelings I don't like. Suck it up and shove it down. Deep.
Really if anyone had stumbled upon me at that moment, there would have been a cause for concern. A 10-foot-tall half-giant vibrating with a crazy smile on his face as he was doing his best to not laugh maniacally. Because as I sat there, I was slowly and seamlessly assimilating Hagrid's vast knowledge of the Wizarding World. I wouldn't just be playing at being a Wizard, I would be a wizard. Me. A man who had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks so speak, that had manipulated his way to success. I was talented at finding unconventional solutions to problems. In high school, I ran a minor drug empire to pay tuition, which I legitimized as laws changed. Taking it from the street corners to corner offices. Growing that business while completing a college education and leveraging an unholy amount of profits into influence and tangible power. The idea of what my life story could have been with access to magic made me giddy.
First things first, I would need to acquire some credentials to legally own a wand. While the law had never impeded my decision process, I had learned the value of the appearance of legitimacy while one bent and subverted the system to their needs. Sifting through my memories I realized quickly that there were at least 3 different methods to do so. Through some strange and convoluted sense of guilt and loyalty to Dumbledore, the original Hagrid had never done so. Choosing to go through the parallel market route I packed what I deemed to be the necessary supplies into my coat pockets before heading off to meet with Dumbledore.
Our meeting was short and pleasant. I informed him I wanted to try my hand at writing on the more exotic magical creatures and was planning on traveling over the summer to acquire some content. He seemed proud of me if nothing else and handed me some of the magical writing and recording equipment he had used in his foray into the world of writing. He wished me well on my trip and asked me to keep an eye out for any interesting candy before excusing me from my duties until the start of the term.
And that's how my journey into the world of Harry Potter with its broken magic system began, I was going to use and abuse it. I firmly believed that any plan with more than four steps is not a plan, it is wishful thinking. So I kept mine simple; fuck bitches, get money.
It was disappointingly easy getting to my destination. I expected to have some amazing adventure traveling across nations, after withdrawing the vast majority of my savings from Gringotts. Turns out I secured a Portkey to Kosovo with laughable ease, it turned out having the direct permission of the head of the International Confederations of Wizards and your countries legislative branch served as a Laissez-Passer through most borders. Why Kosovo of all places, The Balkan nation had a rather infamous reputation known for its acceptance of all magic, so long as it didn't endanger the integrity of the state. The country was broke and facing opposition on all corners, so they were my starting point.
Upon my arrival, all I had to do was fill out and the necessary applications at a Ministry kiosk on Main Street and submitted them with the standard bribe price of one medium bag of sickles. Then waited for clearance after the necessary background checks
In the time spent waiting I went and had some clothes made for me and underwent the usual nouveau riche makeover.
Ria's Boutique was a chic looking store I found while searching touring the local magical sector. It was a nicely kept tailoring and salon store. It's white marble tile flooring and gleaming obsidian black walls lined with shelves of hair care products and rows of clothing presented upon various fashion mannequins. Finding the waiting lounge empty upon my entry I went straight to the front counter and spoke to a well-tanned girl with sparkling silver hair accentuated by a pair of sharp, steel-grey eyes leaning at the counter an archetypal statuesque beauty.
"Welcome to Ria's Boutique! I'm Helen, I'll be your stylist today. How can I help, Mister...?"
"It's Hagrid. And maybe, just looking around right now."
"Well, Hagrid, we are a full-service fashion stop. Just let me know what you want, okay?"
"Well I'm a professor so I'll need an outfit for that, however, I'm also outdoors fairly often. You seem to have good taste, so I'll let you choose so a full wardrobe for me."
"Thank you, sir"
Helen took down his details to now where to deliver the completed order, then moved around the store choosing a large selection of clothing for Hagrid. A formidable selection was drawn up, she eventually Helen moved to take his measurements
It was a fairly familiar thing to Hagrid in his previous life however this time he was still adjusting to his new size and body so everything felt a little new. As Helen reached up to measure his inseam she couldn't fail to notice the imprint of the pipe looking cock pasted to his leg. Reaching out with a trembling finger she couldn't help but feel it from the base to the tip. The reaction was immediate; the giant cock twitched so violently she feared for a moment it would rip through the pants her customer was wearing.
"Ria! Warn me next time you're going to do that!" Hagrid said giving her an amused look as he slapped at her hand, though not all that hard.
"Sorry I couldn't help myself. It's so large"
"Yeah, its something I got from my mother's side of the family. It's a bit backed up and sensitive."
"Really…" The little minx promptly fumbled under the counter behind her for a few seconds, pulling out a sign marking the store as temporarily closed, and fixed him with a hungry look. "Okay, after a comment like that there's no way you're not taking responsibility for turning me on, right, big man?"
Rubeus could tell Ria would like to see what kind of equipment he was packing under his pants. "Sure, why not. Though it's usually more than what the average witch can take."
"Oh? Well, my great grandmother was a veela, so I'm a little more than your average witch. Come on, then, Hagrid, right this way." Ria escorted him into the back of the boutique, to a small but nicely decorated office room. A fair chunk of the room is taken up by a big leather couch, which Ria guided him to sit down on. The veela girl stood in front of him and turned her back to him before relieving herself first of her robes and the lacy red bra then of her jeans and panties, giving him a good look at her.
"I'm not sure if you're one of those guys who cums barrels, and these are the only work clothes I have with me, so I'd rather not risk getting them stained. Magical cum doesn't always respond well to the vanishing charm." Ria folded an arm across her chest before she turned back around and slipped down to her knees in front of him, giving him just enough of a glimpse at her pussy along the way to know she was already glistening wet. "Now, let's see what you've got down here for me to play with, hunk."
Not needing to be told twice, Hagrid begins shedding his clothes to let his cock out into the open air.
Ria starts by wrapping a hand around as much of his dick as she could manage, letting him feel the cool softness of her silky smooth skin, practically gliding across the pink surface of his cock.
"Nice, hm? " Ria kept stroking until the very first droplet of silver pre began to form at his crown, at which point her handjob stops. Hagrid had just enough time to catch his breath before he finally felt those sultry lips brush his cock, as Ria tipped her head down to envelop the tip and the first inch of his slab with her mouth.
She held him there, sucking on the tip of your cock like a lollipop while her tongue slowly slid back and forth across his cumslit, making sure any salty goodness that started to bubble out didn't stay there for long. Her eyes drooped just a little as she started to relax, closing her eyes whimpers pleasure, muffled by his dick in her mouth. Seemed she had an unfulfilled oral fixation
"Keep sucking, nearly there," he told her, running one hand back and forth through her hair. Ria shivered at the commanding tone of his voice but obeyed nonetheless. Resuming sucking his dick with a bit more hunger behind it. "That's a good girl."
Ria continues to whimper and groan, getting more pleasure out of the blowjob now that she could feel his rob throbbing and balls churning against her chin as they both approached climax. Her lips wrapped around his glans and her silky hand still wrapped around the base of his shaft. And of course, you could hardly forget that skillful Veela tongue, tracing all sorts of outlines back and forth along his tip, trying desperately to make him cum.
Finally, he couldn't hold his baseball-sized testicles back any longer, letting out a grunt as he filled Ria's mouth with his cum. Ria put up a valiant effort, but unprepared for the torrential supply of seed, it was simply too much, and she was forced to let go with a keening gasp, falling back against the desk behind her, riding through her small orgasm, while Rubeus doused her face and those bouncy pale tits with your cum. Lucky for her she had the foresight to remove her clothes beforehand, or she'd be looking and smelling funny for the rest of the day.
As they came to, Ria surveyed her sticky form with a groan. "Seems I was right, you are one of those wizards who cums buckets! You could have warned me, Hagrid!" He pointed out that it had been a long time and she hardly would have been able to remember to swallow while she was cumming, leading her to playfully bat at his thigh with one hand. "And whose fault is that? You're the one who spoiled me with this magnificent pillar."
Eventually, with judicious application of magic, his pink umbrella wand drawing a strange look from the Veela, he helped Ria clean up the mess the two of them had made and retrieved his overcoat before paying for his purchases and giving her his room number of the inn he was staying at. For deliveries and personals visits if she chose to partake.