March

Harry was not having a good day. He walked away from the Quidditch pitch feeling irritated and frustrated. His team lost the match to Slytherin, and he didn't even catch the snitch. Their entire house had come together to mock him and his team afterwards. He knew his players were shite, but he just didn't have it in him to whip them into shape. Between interrogating a whole squad of Death Eaters, fucking his hot sex slaves, and actually studying magic, he didn't have much free time, and Quidditch just didn't seem as important anymore.

Still, the loss irritated him to no end, and it gave him the urge to either torture someone, or have hard, violent sex. He was just thinking about calling on Pansy, the ultimate Slytherin cheerleader, so he could take his anger out on her with his dick, when he chanced upon something that irritated him just as much. As he turned a corner, he saw the unmistakable burly form of Millicent Bulstrode shoving an unconscious boy into a classroom and shutting the door behind her.

Millicent had a face like a bulldog and a body like a troll. She was slightly taller than Harry but probably twice his width; she was never an attractive specimen. However, one thing that had not gone unnoticed by the boys at Hogwarts in recent years, was that she had also developed a massive pair of tits. No one could really tell how big they were, considering the conservative Hogwarts uniform, but they pushed out enough to give a mammoth of an impression. Despite how ugly she was, Harry was long curious about what it would be like to fondle her pair of udders.

He crept through the hallway and put his ear to the door, but could only hear the sounds of moving furniture. He drew out his wand and cast a silent Unlocking charm on the door, before suddenly throwing the door open and charging in, wand blazing with red light.

The massive girl had no chance and was stunned immediately. Harry closed the door behind him and examined the room. On one of the tables slumped the unconscious form of a boy that Harry thought was a fourth year. His Hufflepuff uniform left large parts of his body uncovered, giving the impression that someone had just tried to strip him.

Harry understood the implication immediately and fumed. How dare those Slytherins still walk around the school like it was theirs and intimidate innocent people, after everything that was going outside? They had spent the previous year bullying everyone with impunity, but now that the tide has turned, he thought it stopped. It wasn't right. They should be the ones to feel fear…

With practiced ease, Harry cast several privacy charms to silence any sound from leaving the room, divert attention from the door, and alert him to any intruder. Then he hid Millicent's wand inside a cabinet and revived her.

"Ugh… what happened…" Bulstrode asked in a deep, dumb voice as she rose from the floor.

"You were caught trying to rape that poor boy, you big wench," Harry spat out. "Now I'm going to call Professor McGonagall over and tell her all about what I saw. Any expelled Slytherin makes Hogwarts a little bit better, in my book."

"NO! No, please!" Millicent shouted, her eyes panicking, looking for her wand. "My parents would kill me! You can't!"

"Oh, you'll find out what I definitely can," Harry sneered at her.

"Please, no, I'm sorry—"

"If you're so sorry, then show it."

"H-How?"

Harry made a show of examining her. "You can start by giving me a peak at your big cowtits."

Millicent's face blanked in shock. "Okay, okay… and then you will let me go?"

"No. Your punishment shouldn't be so light. This is just the start. Now take your clothes off!"

For someone so forceful Bulstrode looked very timid and insecure while she slowly undid the buttons of her robe, wilting under his pointed wand. Harry understood why, but didn't give a shit. With a final bashful look at him, Millicent undid the last button and let her robe fall down.

Harry was not disappointed. Even partly covered by her plain, pale green bra, Millicent's tits were huge. They were like great, round, soft flesh pillows, that squeezed beyond her wide frame due to her tight bra, wrapped in a doughy skin that the force of gravity had etched thin vertical stripes in.

"This can't feel comfortable…" he said quietly, not moving his eyes from the prize. "Why don't you take it off?"

She slumped, stretched her hands behind her back – Harry caught an unfortunate flash of her hairy armpits - and undid the hooks that held her bra against her body. It immediately fell down to her midsection and Millicent's tits gave a little bounce as they were finally free.

Harry's mouth involuntarily opened in amazement, just as his dick ascended and pushed against the fabric of his pants, and he continued examining her in silent awe. He had never seen that kind of size before, not in a magazine and certainly not in real life. Without the support of the gravity-defying bra, her fun bags reached almost down to her deep belly button.

Her nipples were large and red, which he wasn't a fan of, and the boobs lost some of their round, busty shape as they drooped freely. Her skin didn't look particularly clean or healthy, and she had several small zits high on her chest, but it barely registered. Her lumpy legs, grandma-panties and soft bulging belly were completely ignored by his fixated mind. Harry felt like a kid in a candy store, and had to take a heavy breath before he could start thinking clearly again.

"Well, you've made some headway…" he said, taking a seat in the professor's chair and pushing the desk away. "But you still have much to make up for. Turn around and sit in my lap."

The burly girl made an awkward noise of agreement before she moved towards him, shoulders slumped. Her weight when she sat her blubbery ass on him was heavier than he expected, practically pinning him to the chair, but the sudden warmth only made his cock swell harder. He leaned back with a sigh and raised his hands to cup her breasts.

Harry never thought he'd enjoy being close to Millicent Bulstrode so much, but right now, he felt ecstatic. Her humongous boobs were incredibly soft and supple and he felt like kneading them for hours, pushing them up to her face and flattening them across her torso. It was an entirely new sensation to have so much boob to play with, similar to his astonishment at the amount of food in his first Hogwarts feast after being fed scraps for years. This was a feast for kings.

"Mmmm… those uniforms are simply a crime, if you ask me…" he said idly. "You wouldn't have to rape little Hufflepuffs if you showed a little more of your assets…"

As he pulled on her nipples, Millicent began moaning, and he set to rub them in circles. She leaned back on his chest and her body slumped further on his dick, which was rock hard. She apparently felt it, because she started grinding against it.

"My cock is dry," he said. "Fix it."

The girl obeyed immediately, turned around and kneeled on the floor before him. She looked up at him with a frightened expression.

"Go on, you've earned it," Harry smiled mockingly.

She enthusiastically stripped him of his quidditch cloak, jersey, pants, and finally underwear. When she slid his boxers down, his cock was at full mast and so tightly strung that it bounced and slapped her cheek. She looked up at him in astonishment before wrapping her fingers around it. Harry swatted her hand back.

"Ah-uh. I said dry."

She nodded and ducked her head down to his groin before taking his dick fully in one deep swallow.

It was obvious that she had no experience, as she just bobbed up and down repeatedly, making slurping noises, but what she lacked in skill she made up in sheer enthusiasm. The overflowing girl was devouring his cock with a hunger that must have come from years of being ignored, and his balls grew warm from the sensation running down his glans.

Not that he cared that much about the erotic aspect of it, anyway. Forcing girls to please him was much more than simply about sex, nowadays; it was the feeling of complete control, power, and the utter humiliation of his enemies that really did it for him. Big boobs and fat asses were just a bonus.

That's why he put both his hands on Millicent's head and pushed it down with heavy force. Slytherin girls were simply made to choke on his dick. He didn't allow her to raise her head back or take a breath until her mouth completely enveloped every inch of his manhood, down to his balls, and then he grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head upwards.

"Not bad, Millie, I can see you're truly showing remorse," he said, while the slobbering girl took heavy gulps of air. "Now that you've lubricated my dick, it's time to put those monstrous boobs of yours to good use, don't you think?"

Her feeble eyes rose towards him questioningly.

"Titfuck, Millie. I need to feel those mammaries around my cock."

"Y-Yes sir," she blurted in her dumb, blunt voice, and set to work. She pushed her big round tits up to him and choked his dick between them, wriggling gently. It was a magnificent sight, but her udders were so soft that he could barely feel any movement.

"Harder, rub them harder! You have to squeeze if you want to get some juice!"

She hurried to follow his command and used her hands to push her fluid tits around his cock to the point that it completely disappeared from sight, and then she shook her chest around.

"Up and down! You need to rub it! Did no one ever teach you how to polish a wand?"

Once she figured out the correct way to provide a titfuck, Harry sighed in contentment and let his head fall back past the backrest. All thoughts of his Quidditch loss were wiped away by the thrill of dominating a big tittied Slytherin bitch into pleasuring him. Those bastards needed to know their place, and it was down at his feet.

"I'm getting bored," Harry said, as her rubs grew monotonous. "Turn around and show me what you've got to offer in the ass department."

She did as he said and leaned down, pushing her ass at him. Her backside was fat as expected, but unlike Pansy's irresistible, smooth, perfectly shaped bum, it was completely shapeless and flabby, with the consistency of cottage cheese, not to mention covered with zits. It was plain as day to see even despite her conservative panties. "That's a T for Troll, Millie. I'm disappointed."

"Sorry," she grunted.

"An apology isn't enough," Harry said, before slapping her floppy ass cheek with full force. "Time to put your pussy where your mouth is. Get out of those fugly panties!"

Millicent just whimpered in response but hurried to do as he said, turning around and disposing of her wrinkled, loose panties immediately. The view wasn't improved in any way; her groin was covered with coarse dark hair, and from the looks of it, her hole was buried between piles of droopy fat. Still, the sight of her tits kept his dick hard and ready.

"Man, you're sure lucky you have those pair of udders, Millie," Harry shook his head. "No boy wants to fuck a pygmypuff. But since I'm a noble Gryffindor, I'll do you a favor. Hop on!" he tapped his knee.

His victim dragged her tree-trunk sized legs forward awkwardly and lifted one above his own leg so she could stabilize herself over his spread thighs. Harry felt her weight sink on to him and wrapped his hands around her lower back to hold her steady.

"I don't really like what I've just seen," Harry said, sending a look at her misshapen legs. "But, who knows, maybe some jumping up and down would help you get in shape, hmm?"

She got his message and climbed over his dick, her hands reaching for his shoulders with uncertainty. She had to lower her pussy down on his rod slowly, wiggling her ass to get it to enter at the right angle, before he could finally feel her wet inner walls, and she sank on his balls with her massive ass.

There was something surprisingly enticing in being ridden by such a big fat girl. His balls took a massive hit every time she came down, but it only excited his system in a way that he didn't really feel before, and it made his dick harden and grow inside her cavernous pussy. Her floppy balloon sizes titties were bouncing up and down and slapping against her stomach every time she came down on his dick. The girl was going to have some serious back problems in the future, if magic couldn't help with that.

She let out a vulgar grunt as his cock got all the way up her tunnel and hit the ceiling of her pussy. It added to his excitement and he began pushing as hard as he could – not an easy task with such a colossal beast on his lap – wishing to hear the girl break down in pain from his force.

Fucking Millicent reminded him of fucking Alecto Carrow. She was also a burly, ugly bitch, and he only raped her for the sake of degrading another Death Eater, in front of her retarded brother no less. There wasn't much passion in it, just pure force, more violence than sex, but it was still enjoyable for a while. At least Millicent wasn't middle-aged and therefore had a somewhat more attractive body, despite the similar build. Harry could only bang Alecto from behind, not wishing to see her wrinkly pancake tits and pockmarked face.

Millie also had one important advantage that Alecto didn't, in her gargantuan, juicy boobs. Once merely having the girl wrecking his balls with every bounce grew stale, he raised his hands to her upper back and pulled her bouncing chest to his face, burying his nose between her twin mounds and shaking his head to stir them.

"Now that's more like it," he mumbled into the sweaty valley between her tits, his voice coming out muted. The girl had a slightly unpleasant, sweaty odor, but Harry didn't mind it too much, it just added to the enticing depravity of the whole thing.

"Mmmhmmm," he sucked her boobs and nibbled on her nipples again and again for minutes, reveling in the pleasures of her flesh, when he began feeling the stir at the base of his balls that signified an approaching orgasm. But he wanted to end it on a more memorable note.

Without warning, he thrust upwards and pushed her away at the same time. The girl shrieked, stumbling back, and he took the opportunity to flip her around so his dick rubbed her ass. It didn't matter that her ass was pathetic, the fact was that she was slightly taller than him, which gave him a perfect position to fuck her while standing up. The girl almost fell face first to the floor, but he caught her hands and pulled them back, eliciting a helpless grunt.

"This is it, Millie, this is what you wanted, isn't it?" he asked, inserting his organ into the girl's dirty hole, and spanked her when her only answer was a moan. He raised the same hand to her throat and choked her. "Isn't it?"

"Yes!" she yelled, her head bent back. "Ahhhh, fuck me, Potter!"

And so he did, hammering her like a machine gun. The entire room echoed with loud thuds every time that his cock went all the way in, and the girl's face was twisted in a grimace of pain and pleasure. "AH, AH, AH," she let out.

"Bend down and take it!" Harry said, letting go of her arm and throat, moving his hands to her waist instead. With no support, Millie collapsed forward and had to grip the floor with her palms in order to not fall completely. He didn't stop pummeling her for even a second while she stretched her mammoth legs in an impossible position, enjoying her discomfort and utter submission. He thanked Merlin for silencing charms as she began yelping loudly and repeatedly.

"Owww, owww," she whimpered. Her flesh pillows succumbed to gravity completely and slumped down towards the floor like a cow's full udders. There was no shred of grace or dignity in the way she was leaning to the floor, her legs shaking uncontrollably from his banging, and Harry just loved how reprehensible it all was. He could never do things like that with the women he loved and respected, but with those nasty Slytherin whores, there were no limits.

These were the thoughts that went through his hazy mind as his orgasm eventually built itself up to an explosive climax all through his body, and he released his load into the raunchy girl's slimy, quivering pussy, spurting her inner walls with trail after trail of hot white cum.

He let go of her waist and let her slump down to the floor, while he leaned back into the professor's chair, his mind fogged with pleasant haze.

He didn't need to worry about any pregnancies with her. There were so few wizards and witches because conceiving a magical child took way longer than a muggle one, often having to involve particular star alignments or fertility potions. Most magical couples only managed two children. Freaks like the Weasleys were outliers.

The sex had taken more energy from him than usual, and he spent several minutes slumped in his seat while recovering his breath and faculties. The girl also seemed spent, still lying face down on the floor with her arms and legs spread haphazardly, her swollen, hairy folds spilling his white seed unto the floor.

There was something utterly wrong with him, he knew; perhaps it was his treatment while growing up in the fucked up Dursley household, or his mental connection to the darkest wizard in history. It didn't matter, anyway. His life was a sequence of loss, misery and pain, and he didn't give a shit if he was seen as depraved by the standards of this repugnant world. He would take whatever pleasures he could get, knowing that his violent end could come at any day and any moment.

He leaned down on his knees and wiped the leftover cum from his glans on Millicent's ass until he was dry, before carelessly Confounding the stunned boy on the table. Then he put his Quidditch uniform back on with a lazy flick of his wand, threw Millie's own wand at her lying form, and went to take a shower.