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However, Narcissa was a very smart woman. Years of extramarital affairs had taught her many practical lessons in hypocrisy, and she enjoyed devising new intrigues. The target of her next affair was a healer named Omar Abasi. That he was a healer opened up new possibilities in her scheming mind.

Also, she understood the characters of men very well and had healer Abasi. He was a nice, moral man, but for sex, he clearly fell into the "thinking with the wrong head" category. After just a few not-so-necessary medical appointments, Narcissa decided he was just the person she needed for her latest plan.

Narcissa saw he was recklessly cheating on his wife. It was also clear to Narcissa's experienced eye he was also regularly sleeping with his pretty nurse. Also, she searched for rumors about him and discovered that he had had countless affairs. Of course, he took full advantage of his status as a handsome healer to elevate his wife's infidelity to an art form. Narcissa strongly suspected that the reason he became a healer in the first place was the opportunities it afforded women.

Narcissa knew how to deal with him. When she turned on her "come here and fuck me" look, she always had her man. She had only met him a few times, all in the past month, but he was already completely wrapped around her finger. He was bursting with impatience to have sex with her, and now she just had to figure out how best to use him.

She thought to herself: all I have to do is get Abasi's healer to diagnose Harry with a sexual ailment that I could "cure." I have a good healer so hopelessly thirsty for sex that he would practically rob a bank if I promised him sex in return. I can certainly get him to make one harmless, not-so-fancy diagnosis.

I'll convince him to say that Harry must have orgasms all the time, every day. Harry doesn't have a girlfriend right now, and since I know his life is like the back of my hand, I know he won't have a girlfriend soon either. So Harry will need "help" soon, and I volunteer! Soon I'll be able to have sex with him all the time, and not only will his mother not mind, but she'll still thank me for providing him with such an important medical service!

The key to making her plan work was some kind of reliable diagnosis that would convince Harry and Lily that Harry needed a regular prescription for good, old-fashioned fucking. She let healer Abasi take her on a few dates, and after teasing him and kissing him until he was literally panting for more, she brazenly abandoned the idea: sex for one "small favor."

Despite his demonstration of protest, he completely fell for it, just as she knew he would, and she played him like a puppet. Once he was on board with the concept, he actually worked with her to refine her ideas and give them more medical credibility to reduce the chances of detection.

Now everything was ready. In fact, it was a low-risk situation for the healer and for her, which helped convince him. If Harry or his mother didn't buy the kit, she had so much influence over the Potter family that she was sure she could smooth things over. Admittedly, there was a likelihood that it would fail. But if it failed, she would find another plan until she got what she wanted. Lily escorted her son Harry to healer Abasi's office. Narcissa recommended the healer, saying he was a specialist who could help cure Harry's constant fatigue problem. A few days earlier, Harry had been to the same office for a series of tests.

Healer Abasi talked to him about hormones and thyroid levels. He said that hormonal imbalances caused fatigue, but that such imbalances could now be detected and corrected with the right medication. He was optimistic that he could help Harry and restore his energy to match that of anyone else his age. The tests had been done, and now the healer wanted to discuss the results with him and his mother.

Healer Abasi's nurse led them to a room and told them to wait for the healer.

Harry thought the nurse was quite a beauty. Her facial features made her look both intelligent and intense, which she was. Harry guessed that the raven-haired beauty was in her thirties. In fact, she looked more like a healer than a baby-faced Abasi, and her lab coat made her look more like a healer than a nurse.

To avoid thinking about the healer's appointment, his gaze followed the nurse's breasts around the room as she prepared things for the healer, although he could see little of them through her coat.

He thought: her breasts aren't as huge as Mom's or Narcissa's, but they're still generous.

But his stealthy glance was interrupted by Harry Abasi's entrance. "Thank you, nurse, that's all." - said the healer roughly to the nurse, entering the room. The nurse got up and left.

The healer relayed the diagnosis to Harry and his mother. "Harry, I have mostly good news, but there is also potentially bad news. You do indeed have very irregular hormone levels, but I believe this can be evened out with treatment. As you can see here." - he took some charts of the test results and started showing them to Lily and Harry - "most of the hormones are normal, but some are very low. Look at these results here."

He pointed to two charts in particular. Without even nurse knowledge, the healer had come to the office the night before and changed Harry's test results.

The healer then complicatedly explained Harry's alleged hormonal problems. In short, he pointed to charts and other data suggesting that Harry was lacking sex hormones, such as testosterone. He claimed that this was affecting his thyroid levels and thus causing fatigue.

Both Harry and his mother found this explanation logical and reasonable.

Abasi's healer began asking Harry a series of questions, which Harry had no problem answering until the healer asked: "What about your sexual activity? Do you mind if I ask how often you have sex?"

Harry's face turned red with embarrassment. He had been raised conservatively, and since he essentially had no father, he had never had a frank "birds and bees" conversation. He knew little about sex for someone his age, as he was influenced by some of his mother's attitudes on the subject. For example, she wouldn't let him attend sex education classes, and what he knew he inferred from reading pornographic articles on the Internet. Lily was so correct and moralistic that he couldn't imagine talking about such things in her presence, but now she was sitting right next to him.

"Um, I'm..." was all he could get out of his mouth, and he stopped talking and lowered his head.

"Let me answer that question," his mother replied in a poignant voice. "Harry is a little embarrassed to talk about such things."

Harry looked at her appreciatively.

"He has never had sexual intercourse and, in fact, has never had a girlfriend. He's only sixteen years old. I know kids are becoming romantically active at a younger age these days, but there are many boys his age in the same boat. I hope you're not insinuating that he's inappropriate because he's a very normal boy. He certainly has very normal sexual desires. He just hasn't found the right girl yet.

"I'm glad to hear that," the healer replied, "because it's very relevant to his condition. And please don't be offended, but we have to be honest and frank here. Can either of you tell me how often Harry masturbates?

Now Lily blushed, because even the mention of masturbation was unthinkable to her. In fact, she did not know her boy's masturbation at all. So she had to ask him: "Harry, can you answer this question to the healer? If you masturbate, just nod your head."

He nodded without raising his head.

"If you do it on average more than once a week, nod again, okay, griffin?" Griffin was Lily's nickname given to him, dating back to when he was a little boy and liked to always wear pajamas with a magical griffin motif.

He nodded again. "Twice?" More tentative nodding. "Three times?" Another nod. - More than once a day? He nodded again. "Twice a day?"

His mother was disbelieving. She had never imagined that he masturbated at all.

In fact, he did it two or more times a day almost every day, but sensing his mother's tone, Harry shook his head at "no." He didn't want her to think he was weird.

"So, healer," Lily concluded, "I think we can say one to two times a day."

- Thank you, Mrs. Potter," the healer replied. "That's actually the average for someone his age. Sixteen is the sexual peak for men, while about thirty-six for women. Some boys masturbate more times a day than you can imagine. Despite what many people think, practically 99% of boys his age masturbate frequently. Harry's activity level shows he has a healthy sex drive, which is good news, all things considered."

He added, "For this reason, let me change the discussion to what can be done about his condition. Such a low level of sex hormones is extremely unusual. I have never seen such a case. The results of my research and I have determined that there are several potential cures for his condition. One, the usual treatment, would be to give him potions to raise his sex hormone levels. But I warn that this could have many unpleasant side effects. For example, there are good chances that his breasts will grow like a woman's. This can certainly be very embarrassing for someone his age to hide.

Healer Abasi let this horrible possibility hang in the air before continuing. "But there is another workable solution, one that would cause his body to naturally produce more of these hormones."

He paused and coughed nervously. Up to that point, everything he had said had a grain of truth in it - even Harry's test results were merely exaggerated and not entirely fabricated. Harry really had very low thyroid levels, which no doubt explained his energy problems.

But now the healer was moving into territory that could cost him his license if his lies were exposed. He felt that the lies Narcissa had concocted were at least clever and had some logical consistency for them. In his mind, he crossed his fingers, hoping the two would buy it, and pressed on.

"If Harry can increase his sexual activity, it will cause his body to produce more sex hormones. This works in the same way that repeated stimulation of a woman's nipples eventually causes her to lactate, even if she doesn't have a baby in time. The body tries to adjust in response to the additional needs. This process is very reliable.

The healer checked the chart, as if confirming his diagnosis. "For Harry, I would recommend stimulating the penis an average of five-six times a day. More, if possible. But six is already an enormous amount, because one day lost would mean twelve more to make up for it, if you can imagine that. Prolonged stimulation followed by orgasm will cause his body to produce more sex hormones over several weeks. This is almost certainly guaranteed to raise his energy levels and there will be no side effects from the use of potions, as it is a completely natural process."

Both mother and son were too shocked by this turn of events to react.

Harry's mouth was really open. SIX times a day! That's a lot! Every day!

The healer continued: "I know both solutions are not ideal. That's why I initially said that I have both good news and bad news. As your healer, I would recommend the second solution, if Harry can handle it. The increase I mentioned with the first solution is just one of many negative side effects, all of which are of a disturbing sexual nature. I would prefer not to describe them unless it is necessary. If Harry can find a girlfriend quickly and who could help, then the second solution could indeed be completely pleasant for him and virtually unnoticeable as a medical procedure."

He continued: "some people are morally opposed to masturbation and/or extramarital sex. So if that's the case, we still have the first solution. Either way, I'm convinced that we can overcome his problem. But of course, the decision is up to you, Harry, and your parents.

Harry and his mother looked at each other.

Harry remained silent, then fired back: "I want a second solution. Big female breasts are not something I want. I also don't think there is anything morally wrong with sexual stimulation. I know it's weird, but I want to be a normal child and not be tired all the time!"

The mother looked at him questioningly. Although she now lived in a magical world, she had grown up in a Catholic Mogul family that had almost never heard of the sexual revolution. She received a very religious upbringing and was taught that masturbation was wrong, caused blindness, and so on. But she also didn't want her son's hormones buzzing or his breasts growing out.

She smiled with compassion. "Okay, son, if that's what you want, then that's what I want, too."

She reached out and grabbed his hand and they squeezed each other's hands, supporting each other. They smiled at each other like a loving mother and son.

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