Harry Potter moaned as he reached beneath the covers of his broken, worthless bed. For what seemed the fifth time that night, to relieve the almost constant pressure. For the past week since his birthday, making him 14, he had been agonizingly horny. Day by day he had felt an irresistible urge to cum. It was becoming hard (pun intended) to find the time and space to relief himself with his hand without alerting his relatives.
It wasn't just that. He was sure that magic was responsible for his predicament. His normal six and a half inch John Thomas had grown by a couple of inches and thickened, by almost fifty percent. He had also noted that his balls had gotten bigger and heavier, thus seemed to be producing significantly more sperm, even after doing it a few times a day. He knew about puberty having gone thru it during the winter holidays this last year, but this was significantly more. True he had only the problem with Sirius then, but surely he would have noticed something. A large part of him was scared, but another part was quite proud of his size and stamina.
He dreamed about his crush as he exploded, then it was the thought of his younger sisters licking it off her. He cleaned himself up, wishing he could use magic to make the job easier. He pulled up his bottoms and left the room. He entered the bathroom and disposed of the tissues down the toilet. Harry shook his head and left for the bedroom, that he shared with both his younger twin sisters. It was a problem as he was crushing on both of them as well, but did not have the guts to try anything, especially as he was not sure why he was crushing on them, instead of Hermione.
The owl was perched next to his open window, a letter in his beak, Harry frowned at the unfamiliar bird and took the letter, with a quiet hoot it left, its wings buffeting the air as it flew away, Hedwig watched curiously as Harry opened the
Dear Harry,
Sirius told me about your letter to him, He wanted to speak to you himself but he knows the risk is too great, I have word that your friend Ron will be inviting you to the Quidditch World Cup next week, along with your sisters. I will meet with you the Sunday night after you get there to discuss this matter in full. For now, keep doing what you are doing, otherwise it will only get worse.
Remus Lupin
Harry felt perplexed, Lupin? He hadn't spoken to Lupin since he had left last month. He had sent the letter to Sirius last week describing the changes in his body and mood. Sirius was the only male role figure that he could talk to, he smiled at the thought of asking Uncle Vernon about it.
["Uncle Vernon, can I ask you something?" "What do you want boy! Can't you see I'm busy!" "Sorry, it's just that over the course of a month I grew a nine-inch dick and can hit the ceiling with my cum is this normal?"]
The thought almost made him laugh, although it had been rather awkward to clean up after that little scenario. Looking back at the letter he re-read about the World Cup, Ron had told him that he would invite the 3 of them, he at least that to look forward to. He decided that he would deal with the letter in the morning, he was exhausted. His orgasms had been so intense of late and doing it several times in one night tended to tire him out.
He climbed into bed and pushing the letter under his pillow fell into a deep sleep. He had a daydream of both his sisters and him having fun, when they were told that Rose and Violet had to stay and have fun with Dudley, instead of going to the Weasley's. He jerked awake to the sound of knocking on his door, he looked at his alarm and realised he had slept through it, he got up and opened the door. It was his Uncle Vernon, in his hand a multi-colored letter, he looked livid.
"You!" he half shouted walking into the room "So!" He said accusingly, Harry was nonplussed, he had no idea what he had done or what had worked his uncle up so much.
"This just arrived!" said Uncle Vernon as he brandished the letter at Harry "A Letter about you 3." Harry raised his eyebrows, his eyes tracked the letter, which was full-on of what he realised were postage stamps. Every bloody inch except a small area with the Dursleys address, was covered in different colored stamps. He handed Harry a piece of purple writing paper and watched as Harry read it.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,
We have never been introduced, but I am sure you have heard a great deal from Harry about my son Ron. As Harry, might have told you, the final of the Quidditch World Cup takes place this Monday night, and my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports. I do hope you will allow us to take all 3 of the children to the match, as this really is a once-in-a lifetime opportunity.
Britain hasn't hosted the cup for thirty years, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. We would of course be glad to have them stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, and to see them safely onto the train back to school.
It would be best for Harry to send us your answer as quickly as possible in the normal way. I don't believe the Muggle postman has ever delivered to our house. So I am not sure he even knows where it is. Hoping to see Harry and the girls soon on Saturday.
Yours sincerely,
Molly Weasley
P.S. I do hope we've put enough stamps on the envelope and used the right paper. Parchment is so much better.
As Harry read the last line he looked back at the envelope in Vernon's hand, he fought back a laugh, he looked up at his Uncles face and answered coolly. "Looks like she did put enough stamps on it." He nodded towards the letter in his Uncles hand.
"This is not funny boy! The Postman noticed it and he…." Vernon Dursley trailed of as Harry fixed him with a look, he didn't know what urged him to do it, but he had felt the sudden impulse to look deep in his uncle's eyes. He could see his uncle for a brief instant, sad and angry, prone to lash out at others for his own shortcomings, before he spoke.
"And the Postman laughed because it's funny, could you just relax for once and not take everything so seriously. Think about it, in a few days we'll be gone and you won't need to deal with me for almost a year." The words came out of Harry's mouth but he didn't hear them, he thought them in his head and spoke them aloud, without thought.
"I, you're right, a simple prank that he laughed over," his Uncle gave a short laugh. "You all will go to your World Cup, it's not a problem for us. I'll... see you downstairs boy. Though Petunia wanted the girls to spend more time with her and Dudley." And with a half-smile on his face Vernon left the room. Harry heard him clump down the stairs like normal, but chuckling to himself. Harry's brain was still on his daydream and Vernon's words about his sisters staying here with Dudley.
Harry stared off into space and frowned to himself, did he just control his uncle? He hadn't meant to if he did, but he will need to get Petunia to agree to the girls going also. He shrugged and turned around to see Pigwidgeon fly into the room and hit his sister's bed's poster.
With a bloody lunge Harry caught the small bird as it fell, just as he does Snitches. He took the letter from him and opened it, it was from Ron. He read the letter and smiled, they would be leaving Saturday afternoon and then he could finally speak to Lupin the following night.
Those last few days at #4 Privet Drive were some of the strangest of Harry's life, Vernon Dursley had been downright pleasant, he had been relaxed and jovial. He even took a sick day to treat Petunia to a day out. His talk with Petunia was even weirder, she seemed to hang on his every word, then agreed for the girls to go. Dudley was happy that they would be gone. He was actually scared of the twins. Harry had not found out why.
When Saturday finally came, Harry couldn't wait to leave. It had only been 5 days, but he just wanted some answers to what was happening to him. The twins had started to hug him a lot more than normal, his aunt Petunia was touching him a hell of a bloody lot more. Even the neighbors wives and daughters were coming by and ogling him while he was doing his chores outside. He was starting to get more worried about his changes. Even though he felt better, except for the constant hardons and needing to cum.
Harry stepped out of the fireplace after George or Fred and watched as they looked slightly glum. He suspected that they had wanted to play a prank on Dudley, but since he was out with his friends, likely eating at the closest Fast Food Restaurant to escape from the diet, they had to make do. His sisters had just told them to leave the candy in his room, pointing at it.
Ron clapped him on the shoulder. Then there was a blur of brown and Hermione hugged him hard and close. She was pushing into his chest so hard that he could feel her breasts against his chest before she released him and blushed slightly. She then hugged Rose and Violet just as hard. His IQ dropped a lot, day dreaming of a foursome. She then turned to him. "It's good to see you again Harry, Rose, Violet." She was smiling broadly, but her hands were rubbing against her jeans nervously and he could see her nipples pointing out more than his sisters did, lately.
"It's good to see you too." Harry said. The girls repeated it, but Harry was getting nervous as they were staring at him. The Mrs. Weasley came in and hugged the girls then him. Her huge breasts squashed him like normal, but then her nipples popped out like hard as glass into his chest. It was then he realized he had gotten taller. "Is Lupin here yet or is he coming by tomorrow?"
"Lupin? What do you mean?" Ron asked quickly, thinking Hermione would attempt to ask the same question; but she was still looking at Harry like he was a cake and she was starving.
"He wants to speak with me about something to do with Snuffles family," Harry said. He decided to not tell them about his changes. Not comprehending that not only was Hermione staring, so was the twins and Molly. Hermione's hug had caused his manhood to bloody stir even more than normal. He changed the subject to quidditch and Ron was off, talking about the 2 teams and so on.
Hermione's eyes didn't leave Harry though and she finally stopped staring at his huge penis and shot him a questioning look before they walked into the kitchen. After all, she now realized he had gained several inches in height, as well as in his penis. They all talked about the match and who they thought would win when Bill showed up with a girl, whose hair kept changing colors.
She was introduced as Tonks, she gave him and everyone else a hug, but her leg stroked him. She smirked at him, but she was holding on for dear life. Her body was demanding that she bleeding take him to bed immediately. The girls talked with her a lot about the hair. But no one noticed that she, just like the other women was watching Harry. Ginny was panting and Cumming, just from smelling him on the 4 of them. Luckily, Harry was with Ron. Ron snored so loud, no one would hear him getting off.
Harry did not know that all the females masturbated or had sex that night. Their hormones were going crazy. After doing it 6 times, he was able to fall asleep. He had used an old jersey as he did not want to try to get the only bathroom for all the children free. It had sounded like it was in constant use. After breakfast, all the females were tired, but still looked at Harry, like he was the breakfast. There was a knocking at the door.
Arthur got up and opened it. He escorted Remus Lupin in, he looked haggard, his face was gaunt and his cloths were more patched than the last time Harry seen him. Harry got up and Lupin beckoned him over smiling faintly. Ron and the rest of the Weasley family, and all 4 girls stared at Harry. "I hope you don't mind, I need to speak to Harry for a while, we'll be back shortly in a bit."
Harry followed Lupin outside feeling the stares of them all. The quiet whispering about what the talk was and how ragged Professor Lupin looked. Molly got to cooking a bit more, the girls got some gold and gave it to Molly to put with the food for the Professor.
"Professor wha..." Lupin cut him off.
"I'm not a Professor anymore Harry, please just call me Remus. Don't talk yet, not here, too many ears about. Remus walked out of the Burrows gate and held out his arm to Harry. Harry stepped up and took it, suddenly with a loud crack, they were in a forest. Everyone at the Burrow had a conniption fit.
Harry doubled over, throwing up his meal, as the world finished spinning, it took a minute for everything to settle down. Lupin vanished the Honking. "What was that!" Harry finally gasped out "where are we?"
"I apologize! I should have asked if you have apparated before, where we were needing to Gen Up, but not there, what is important is what's happening to you. Sirius got into the vault and found Lily's notes on what she did. It's not for gallivanting about. This is hard lines in a way, but since it saved you as a baby..."
Lupin led him to a pair of tree stumps, he sat on one and gestured for Harry to sit on the other. "Now, this is going to sound strange, even for our world, but I am just going to tell it as I see it from the notes. I'll answer any questions I can at the end, okay?" Harry nodded yes, though he frowned and squinted to see just how bad his luck was to be. "You've been in a hump know since your birthday, haven't you?" Harry again nodded yes. "Well magic has costs and to protect you it cost your mum gave her life. But to keep protecting you it takes more. Dumbledore is wrong, your protection will not end at 17, nor do you need to live at the Dursley's."
Harry was about to jump out of his skin in joy. "But that will not protect your sisters, only staying there will, at least until they turn 17." Harry's joy fell, but picked up some as he thought about what had happened after his birthday with the Dursleys. But he fronded as he thought about what everyone else had been doing with him. Lupin saw the frown and jumped to the wrong conclusion.
"Your father was of a noble line of wizards, who were stricken many generations ago by a curse. It appears that one of your ancestors was rather generous with his affections to a coven of witches. He bedded all of them over the course of a few weeks, telling each one that he loved only her, because of this the coven almost fell apart when they found out. Have you heard of the phrase: Hell have no Fury like a woman scorned?" Lupin asked. Harry nodded, still not quite understanding what he was hearing.
"Well imagine that sevenfold, which has always been a strong magical number. The witches cursed him and his lineage to need to ... err ... well, to wanker at least seven times a day otherwise he would die soon. The witches, while clever and extremely powerful with their magic and spells, seemed to have made an error in 'Intent and Will'. They overlooked the fact that masturbation was an option and so their curse was quite ineffective, however doing that much magic for a Family curse, led to some side effects. We got this from the vaults also, just so you know. Your mum used this to help power the protection of you and her girls." Harry was beginning to Off his Trolley.
"Certain abilities manifested from their impressions of the man. Their unconscious Intent was that they thought he was tireless in bed and that he was constantly full of healthy tasty seed. They also seemed to believe him to be able to alter minds. That this was why he was able to talk himself into their different beds so Easy Peasy." Harry was bloody shocked.
"This led to the male descendants of the curse having these abilities in some shape or form, though there are limits. The biggest that James found out is that you cannot control your soul mate, or those destined by Family Magic to be yours. This was found out as jealous siblings used their power on the others soulmate, getting quite a few killed." Harry snorted, thinking thank god or Merlin, but then got worried again.
"Another is that to control someone's mind, that person needs to want or at least think of the same thing. For example, you could not command someone to kill themselves unless they wished to die, at least a bit. So usually you could not command a woman to shag you, if she was not attracted to you, though if rat arsed, it would most likely be a piece of cake." Harry nodded, but his Slytherin side was working overtime now.
Your stamina is increased only if you keep doing your 7 times a day result. James did it at least seven times a day, he did do it less sometimes but he usually had to make up for it the next day. The 1 time he and Sirius hired a group of women, who thought to make a bundle of the bet that the 2 of them could shag the girls unconscious over the weekend, was a Sirius says a 'cor blimey' shagfest that he took stamina potions to try to keep up with James. You will also become stronger, faster, and for some reason heal faster, perhaps two or three times as much as an average man." Harry was starting to definitely go Off his Trolley.
"Sorry Harry, there is just a bit more. Whanking works well, but err... I think James said that it equated to drinking a glass of warm water versus a pint of cold butterbeer. Also actually Shagging can increase your powers much more than using your own hand. It was that Lily was pregnant that they had not been shagging a lot, as his increased strength and speed could hurt his daughters. I honestly don't think so as it also had notes that the soulmate and mother of his children would get health benefits." Harry sighed a little at that, after all he wanted a large family. "As for your seed, well James told me that he could control how protenant it was, so that was why he did not get any of those show girls pregnant. He had to really focus on impregnating your-"
"OK. THAT'S IT!" He shouted before lowering his voice, dejectedly. "I'm scared Remus, with everything that's going on with Voldemort the first 2 years, now I have to deal with this as well? Tell me your taking the piss out of me with this prank, you and Sirius cooked up?" He yelled angrily. "I told Sirius what's happening to me in confidence and worry! You and he concocts this whole story of mind control, sex, and witches!" Lupin looked shocked, he stuttered as Harry interrupted again with his whinging. "DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!" Yelling he gestured weakly to his groin.
Remus stood and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, he looked pained. "I wish it was your father explaining this to you Harry, I really do. There is so much more he didn't tell us or we could find in the notes, but I promise you on my magic that I am not lying to you." He sighed "I better take you back, we don't want everyone to worry. 1 other thing from your mum's notes, you are the last of the curse. She helped power your protection from the curse. She had estimated that it would have lasted another 7 generations. It probably worked as your still alive and have won each time you have confronted him."