Standing in the middle of the run down hut I felt welcome and at ease.
There was only one bed with a certain separating it from the rest of the
one roomed house, but the couch of a half giant is more then big enough to
bed a 17 year old boy. The hut smelt like firewood with a slightly side of
dog. Everything that made Hagrid so welcoming could be felt in the very
air. I was comfortable to say the least. We had a dinner of mead and lamb
brought from the castle on his makeshift table in the corner and conversed
happily before going to bed. Everything was fine. Everything was better
then fine actually, everything was bloody fantastic.
That was until at one in the morning when I heard the loud nock on the door and the excited shifting of Hagrid from his bed. Deciding it was noting of import, I tried to return to my dream state. The grounds keepers footsteps reverberated through the floor and up to my couch, before he opened the door and whispered out the dreaded sentence.
"Hello Maxima, It's wonderful you came! We gotta be quiet though, 'arrys asleep on the couch." My blood ran could with fear as I realised the only possible reason two adults their age would meet up that late at night. The only thing they could be planning on doing that would require then to be quiet. Their bed was directly across from the lounge. I saw their meaty hands clasped as they approached the it and sat next to each other. I didn't dare move. Didn't dare make a sound. A voice in my head screamed at me to close my eye's but they were opened wide in fear.
They wouldn't! They couldn't!
One beefy and hair covered hand reached under a curtain sized skirt to reveal to my shocked and horrified 17 year old eyes exactly what cellulite looks like. They reached in to each other and kissed in loud wet smacking of lips as I tried to recoil into the cushions beneath me. Bile was swirling in my stomach, this was not good.
Pulling away from Hagrid and removing his hand I was relieved to see the French teacher lean back. . . that was until two beefy arms, easily twice the size of each of my thighs, crossed over one another and removed the single layer of clothing covering her top half. Breasts the size of my head if not more, brought none of the feelings I was once sure such monstrously sized melons would. They were pointing down to the ground and out form each other slightly. Held up by the roll of fat around her middle and slightly pushed together by the now jiggling arms as Hagrids whole face lit up and he delved his breaded face between them. All my efforts where focused on not vomiting. My heart beat rising in dread as she started to make cooing noises and he started to grunt in the most animalistic fashion. My eye's refused to shut, as if afraid they would realise I was no longer watching and progress to more depraved activities.
They made short work of the rest of their cloths and within ten minutes of the first horrid revelation I'd seen more human flesh then I ever hoped to encounter for the rest of my life. Round legs reached skyward as the hair covered form of my friend pounded between them, each loud squeak of their bed gosling the entire house and bouncing me nearly a foot into the air. Thankfully a blanket covered the worst of it, but I was finding it increasingly difficult to remain still as I slowly bounced closer to the edge of the lounge. My arms stretched out to grab some cloth but it was too late, I fell to the floor with a large thunk and Maxima screamed out in terror. Clutching the blanket tight to her bosom and I backed away towards the door with both arms outstretched to block the blows from her rather good aim. She Screamed out "pervert" and many worse insults with every object that was flung towards me. A teapot went shooting past my head as I ducked in fear and tried to tell the barely covered woman that I didn't want to see her naked without just screaming out the obvious fact that no one would. "I fell of the lounge! I swear! I didn't see a thing!"
Hagrid was trying to calm her to no effect and I finally hit the door handle with my back, "I'll just go stay with McGonagall actually. I'll see you in a few days Hagrid!" I checked that my shrunken trunk was still in pocket and thanked the god that I had forgotten to take it out, and with that I fled back to the castle. All innocence gone, my childhood ripped from me in one disgusting show of whale mating. I was certain old McGonagall had no such visitors. I wanted her clean and tightly strung grandmotherly-ness. I wanted to be safely away from the horny half giants.
That was until at one in the morning when I heard the loud nock on the door and the excited shifting of Hagrid from his bed. Deciding it was noting of import, I tried to return to my dream state. The grounds keepers footsteps reverberated through the floor and up to my couch, before he opened the door and whispered out the dreaded sentence.
"Hello Maxima, It's wonderful you came! We gotta be quiet though, 'arrys asleep on the couch." My blood ran could with fear as I realised the only possible reason two adults their age would meet up that late at night. The only thing they could be planning on doing that would require then to be quiet. Their bed was directly across from the lounge. I saw their meaty hands clasped as they approached the it and sat next to each other. I didn't dare move. Didn't dare make a sound. A voice in my head screamed at me to close my eye's but they were opened wide in fear.
They wouldn't! They couldn't!
One beefy and hair covered hand reached under a curtain sized skirt to reveal to my shocked and horrified 17 year old eyes exactly what cellulite looks like. They reached in to each other and kissed in loud wet smacking of lips as I tried to recoil into the cushions beneath me. Bile was swirling in my stomach, this was not good.
Pulling away from Hagrid and removing his hand I was relieved to see the French teacher lean back. . . that was until two beefy arms, easily twice the size of each of my thighs, crossed over one another and removed the single layer of clothing covering her top half. Breasts the size of my head if not more, brought none of the feelings I was once sure such monstrously sized melons would. They were pointing down to the ground and out form each other slightly. Held up by the roll of fat around her middle and slightly pushed together by the now jiggling arms as Hagrids whole face lit up and he delved his breaded face between them. All my efforts where focused on not vomiting. My heart beat rising in dread as she started to make cooing noises and he started to grunt in the most animalistic fashion. My eye's refused to shut, as if afraid they would realise I was no longer watching and progress to more depraved activities.
They made short work of the rest of their cloths and within ten minutes of the first horrid revelation I'd seen more human flesh then I ever hoped to encounter for the rest of my life. Round legs reached skyward as the hair covered form of my friend pounded between them, each loud squeak of their bed gosling the entire house and bouncing me nearly a foot into the air. Thankfully a blanket covered the worst of it, but I was finding it increasingly difficult to remain still as I slowly bounced closer to the edge of the lounge. My arms stretched out to grab some cloth but it was too late, I fell to the floor with a large thunk and Maxima screamed out in terror. Clutching the blanket tight to her bosom and I backed away towards the door with both arms outstretched to block the blows from her rather good aim. She Screamed out "pervert" and many worse insults with every object that was flung towards me. A teapot went shooting past my head as I ducked in fear and tried to tell the barely covered woman that I didn't want to see her naked without just screaming out the obvious fact that no one would. "I fell of the lounge! I swear! I didn't see a thing!"
Hagrid was trying to calm her to no effect and I finally hit the door handle with my back, "I'll just go stay with McGonagall actually. I'll see you in a few days Hagrid!" I checked that my shrunken trunk was still in pocket and thanked the god that I had forgotten to take it out, and with that I fled back to the castle. All innocence gone, my childhood ripped from me in one disgusting show of whale mating. I was certain old McGonagall had no such visitors. I wanted her clean and tightly strung grandmotherly-ness. I wanted to be safely away from the horny half giants.