Harry had done it. Once again he found himself in an astounding situation. He had explored the forbidden forest for fun. He knew some of what was out here, but he had purposefully tried to avoid the area he knew that the Acromantala were. But it had gotten dark when he was distracted by the beautiful creatures and plants he was seeing. And of course he had gotten stopped by some devil's snare. That had been an ensnaring experience.

He had tripped and fell face first into a grotto area. Straight into the web. He could even see the ground just a few feet away. He was hanging in the air. He began stretching and straining, trying to reach the ground. The more he wiggled around the more stuck he seemed to get.

He suddenly felt movement in the webbing. Skittering is coming closer. He began to wiggle more, he was panicking. Aragog had been going to him and Ron last time. There was no way he was going to survive a second time. Aragog could at least speak English, none of his children could. Closer. Closer came the movement. The entity was crawling. Harry could tell it was close. He felt something touch him. His leg. He felt something grip his leg. Harry pulled and thrashed even harder, to no avail. The grip was tight, his pants tore. They painfully ripped across his skin.

His mouth opened to yell, when he lurched forward. His face got covered in webbing. Sticking to his face and covering his mouth. Muffled screams were all that could be heard from him. It kept tearing at his pants. Pulling them off completely. Harry froze, unsure of what to do. It was pawing at him. Each appendage that touched him felt different. Some were soft and furry. Others felt slimy and wet. It almost tickled.

Harry was gasping into the web. The slimy thing was touching him again, only this time it was gliding across his skin. Trailing up the back of his thigh, leading to his ass. Harry began to struggle again as he felt it starting to repeatedly poke at him. It was pressing up against his entrance. He struggled pushing back and forth trying to move in any direction he could.

It didn't go as planned, as his struggling pushed him further into the creature, its appendage breached his hole. He screamed as the creature had the chance to thrust forward into him. It began to mercilessly thrust into the young boy. Harry tried to scream into the web as he was pounded into the webbing. It was tight across his skin. It felt like it was cutting into him as he was pushed further in.

It changed, the pain easing away, as pleasure gave way. The appendage was hitting something. It was making him see stars. He quit screaming as he started groaning against his will. He pushed further into the creature. He wanted more. Faster, he pushed into it. It picked up its pace, as Harry felt himself rising to his peak. This was more pleasure than he had ever felt in his life.

Words were finding their way out of him mouth, but it was mostly, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. Yes, please. I'm gonna… I am gonna!" His head pulled against the webbing as he tried to scream out in pleasure. Harry orgasmed into the webbing as the spider pushed in one last time.

Harry went slack. But the creature stayed in place. Harry could feel warmth spread in his abdomen, but it wasn't smooth like semen. It came out in several lumps. It was stretching him out and then pushed into his hole. His stomach felt full, too full. The lumps kept coming. As they came in they were repeatedly brushing his prostate. He felt his brain slowly kicking in as he realized that it was laying eggs inside of him. The pleasure was becoming painful, dragging him to another orgasm. He loudly whined as it brought him to completion again. Painful and exotic. The eggs slowed to a stop. When the creature pulled out, its appendage was pulled, and sloppily fell out. He could immediately feel something oozing out of his ass. He clenched his anus, and felt himself clenching the orbs inside of his guts.

The spider moved around, Harry felt its pinchers run across his genitles. It stayed down there for a minute. He couldn't tell what it was doing, but it turned again. It's pinchers began poking at his rear.

"Not again." He tried to whine, but the web still muffled him.

But they weren't trying to enter him, they were smearing something on him and into him. It kept smearing the liquid in, til it seemingly ran out. Harry was trying to figure out what on earth it was doing when his blood ran cold. His genitals. Had it collected his sperm? Was It trying to use his own sperm to fertilize the eggs it had just laid into him?

It began weaving more web around him. He tried to move away, but it began spinning him around, covering him. Right when it got to his face, it pulled the webbing off. Its huge eyes were staring at him. Its pinchers clicking. Then it moved away, leaving Harry stuck. He looked around, he felt sick when he looked down. Harry may have been covered in web, but he could tell how bloated he was by the eggs. His stomach rolled as he faced the reality that maybe, the eggs inside him would be what killed him.

…

Some time passed, Harry couldn't tell how much time had passed. The spider had come back several times, feeding him. Each time he was fed, his stomach grew. Stretching far beyond what his stomach should be able to do. What was catching his attention now, was the movement. He could feel something moving inside him.

His gut rolled. He knew. As time passed it moved more frequently. Now it was constant. It was beginning to move down. Pushing against his hole. He gasped, it was spreading him open. It squeezed out. Crawling out, and began crawling across his skin, but it continued. On their way out, they brushed him. Climbed across his prostate. He got hard, and began thrusting into the web. Each spider that crawled out of him brought him closer to finishing. He was gasping wildly as his bloat was coming down. As the last spider left its warmth, Harry came with a loud screech. Now he was stuck in a cocoon with his many children. As well as a bunch of his own spunk.

The spider was now back. It clicked happily, ripping into the silk. Harry watched his children crawling away from him. Going in any direction away from him. The spider partially unraveled him, pulling his back end to itself. Harry felt the slimy appendage slide up his leg again. He immediately stiffened, knowing what was coming. He groaned happily, as it squeezed back into him.