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Magical Metamorphosis

Chapter 1

It was nearing the end of Harry's third year, and he was leaving Hagrid's hut after visiting the friendly Half-Giant for the final time that year. End-of-the-year exams were fast approaching, and he needed to do some serious studying if he wanted to get good grades. The year so far had been a strange one, but at least it had a happy ending. His godfather, Sirius Black, had escaped on the back of Buckbeak and had hopefully made his way to safety. He had come to visit Hagrid alone since Hermione was furiously studying since she had missed nearly a whole day in the Hospital Wing. Ron had gorged himself silly at dinner and called it an early night after suffering a stomach ache. 'Serves him right,' Hermione had stated after watching him eat two whole roasted chickens and a bowlful of boiled potatoes.

Having stayed longer than he intended, the sun had already set, and it was very dark outside. A thick layer of clouds almost completely obscured the moon. Harry only got a few steps away from the hut when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. There was some sort of light at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, though calling it a light was a bit misleading. It was more of an ethereal glow. Stopping, he turned and looked for the source of the glow. Whatever it was, it was partially hidden behind a brambled thicket. Curious, Harry began slowly and cautiously walking toward the forest, stopping several feet short. Adjusting his glasses and squinting, he could barely make out the form of some kind of animal. Suddenly, the thicket rustled, and the beast burst through. Standing before him was a magical creature the likes of which Harry had never seen. It certainly wasn't in the book used for Care of Magical Creatures, nor had it featured in any of Hagrid's lessons.

His closest description was that it looked like a pure white swan, with its feathers giving off a silvery glow. Luminated by the light, Harry could see that its beak wasn't like a swan or a goose. It was more conical and pointy. The biggest difference was the color. This bird's beak was a shiny gold that brilliantly reflected its own light. Its tail was very long and horizontally flat. The white of its eyes also glowed, but it was more of a pinkish-white surrounding a large, black iris. The creature looked at him and vibrated its body while fluffing its feathers. For some strange reason, Harry knew it was female, though he had no evidence to back up his claims. The gold beak opened, and the bird let out a trilling caw. It then turned away from him, and Harry thought it was returning to the brush. Instead, its long tail rose vertically into the air before fanning into a spectacular, peacock-like plume. The bottom of its tail was like a psychotropic maze of swirling colors, and it drew him in. Harry couldn't stop himself from stepping forward to get a better look. Harry leaned forward but found that the weird pattern of colors blurred together. He lifted his glasses to see if that helped with the blurriness. Only a foot or so away from his face, the massive tail began shuddering, and a puff of golden dust burst out from its backside.

"AAAACK!" Harry cried out as the dust entered his eyes, nose, and mouth. Through his coughing fit, he didn't see the creature look back at him with a bird-like smirk. It cawed one last time before closing its tail and scurrying back into the forest. Harry, meanwhile, was wiping his face with the back of his hand and trying to spit out some of that stupid creature's butt dust.

"Why does every magical creature have to be weird?" Harry desperately asked, and of course, no one answered. Wiping his face one last time, he turned to make his way back to the castle. "Shit!" he cursed after checking his watch. He needed to hurry if he wanted to make it back before curfew. Forgetting about the creature, Harry high-tailed it back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

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That night's sleep wasn't particularly restful for him. His eyes stung, and he was feeling strange pains in his body. Most of that soreness was centered on the area between his legs. It felt like the lingering tenderness after getting kicked in the cobbles. His back was aching pretty badly, as well. He ended up tossing and turning all night long. Thankfully, the following day was a Saturday, and he didn't have classes. It was a good thing too, because his vision was getting blurier as the day passed. The pain in his groin wasn't getting any better either. Still, he soldiered on and didn't let on that anything was wrong. When the day mercifully ended, Harry didn't bother taking a shower. He was too exhausted. Stripping down to his boxers, he crawled into bed, placed his glasses on the nightstand, and instantly fell asleep.

The next morning, he woke up with a much better disposition. His eyes had stopped tingling, and the ache in his groin had dampened into a dull throb. Rolling onto his side, Harry grabbed his glasses and put them on. Sitting up in bed, Harry stretched and sighed when he found his back wasn't hurting nearly as much as the previous day. However, his newfound joy quickly escaped him when he discovered that his blurry vision had only worsened. In a panic, he ripped off his glasses and furiously rubbed his eyes with the butt of his palms. Pulling his hands away from his eyes, he was shocked to find his vision crystal clear. Utterly confused, he put his glasses on and immediately pulled them off when his vision became blurry again. Harry blinked a few times before remembering the strange occurrence outside of Hagrid's hut.

"That crazy bird," Harry recalled in a hushed voice. He didn't want to wake his fellow dorm mates, who were still peacefully snoring away. Testing it once more, he put his glasses on and removed them. His vision was as good as new. Nervously, he placed his glasses back on the nightstand. While the change was welcome, he knew it wasn't natural. People didn't regain their vision all of a sudden. Determined to find out exactly what that bird was, Harry got out of his bed and stumbled. Was he crazy, or was he a few inches taller, Harry asked himself. Not only that, but the boxers he wore felt especially small and tight. Taking a few uncomfortable steps toward his wardrobe, he instantly knew something was wrong. It didn't feel right down there … It was like there was too much pressure. Quickly snatching a clean set of clothing from the wardrobe, Harry rushed into the bathroom and closed the door. Looking down at his covered crotch, he found a much bigger bulge in the front than was normal. Scared at what he might find, Harry gathered his courage and pulled down his boxers.

"Oh, shit!" Harry cursed quietly. What he could only describe as a horsecock hung between his legs. He had unfortunately seen several of his fellow male Gryffindors naked in either the dorm room or the Quidditch changing room, and none of them were even close to this size. It was soft and floppy but still longer and thicker than it was erect before this sudden change. However, the size of his penis wasn't what had him cursing. It was his balls. They were massive! They were at least five times bigger than before, looked incredibly swollen, and felt full … like they were about to burst. There was no sag to them, either. With a shaky hand, he reached down and squeezed them. Hissing from the discomfort, he pulled his hand away. They did, indeed, feel full. There was almost no squishiness to them. Rushing to the loo, he began urinating, hoping that would relieve the pressure. It helped slightly, but not much. They were still full and heavy. Hearing the sounds of the other boys waking up, Harry knew he couldn't just hide in the bathroom all day. Jumping in the shower, he washed up as fast as humanly possible and put his clothes on. It was a chore to stuff his big nuts into his boxers and trousers. On top of that, it was horribly uncomfortable, and trying to walk normally was a nightmare.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked as he sat down next to her and winced. The Common Room was nearly empty, but Hermione was already sitting close to the fireplace with a book in her hand. "Where's your glasses … and have you grown?" she asked, seemingly noticing every little thing about him.

"Nothing," he responded quickly. "I must have pulled a muscle or something," he lied. Hermione studied him for a second. "Uh … I broke my glasses … and maybe I've grown an inch or so," he stated lamely. Hermione looked like she wasn't buying it. He had definitely grown more than an inch, and Hermione was very observant.

"Is that why you were walking funny when you came in?" she asked, having seen him slowly make his way into the Common Room.

"Yeah," he grunted quietly, opening his legs a little wider than normal. Sitting with his legs closed was impossible. Hermione nodded and went back to her book. However, she was constantly peeking at him from the corner of her eye. She could tell he was being less than truthful. 'He's a terrible liar,' Hermione thought as she watched him squirm while obviously in physical distress. She subtly watched him for about ten minutes when he suddenly scooted back on the couch. His eyes screwed shut, and he hissed painfully. Hunching over, he laid his arms across his lap.

"Okay, Harry! Tell me the truth," Hermione quietly but forcefully said. "What's wrong with you?"

"I can't tell you … It's too embarrassing," he grunted through the discomfort.

'Too embarrassing?' Hermione thought. Then it hit her. "Is it a … boy problem?" she asked quietly after ensuring no one was listening. Harry nodded. "Well, if it's causing you pain, we should get you to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey will fix you right up," she said, snapping her book closed. Harry shook his head. Before Hermione could get up, Harry grabbed her forearm and quietly exclaimed, "No!"

"Why not?" Hermione asked in confusion. Harry was often injured and probably spent more time in the Hospital Wing than any other student in the castle.

"I don't want Madam Pomfrey examining me … you know … down there," he told her with an embarrassed look. Hermione blushed. She hadn't thought about that.

"Well then, at least tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can figure it out with a bit of quick research," she told him.

"Hermione …" Harry sighed, rolling his eyes.

"C'mon, Harry. We're best friends. You can trust me. I won't make fun of you," she told him. Harry could see the sincerity in her big, brown eyes. She finally broke his resolve, and he quietly told her everything. He told her about the weird bird, the initial symptoms, his eyes, the sudden growth spurt, everything. It was hard to tell her about what was going on between his legs, but once he got started, Harry found it much easier to keep talking until he confessed everything. Hermione sat there with rapt attention, taking in every word.

"That's very odd," Hermione concluded. "I've never heard of a magical beast fitting that description, but obviously, it's the source of your problems. I think we should go to the library and try to discover exactly what this bird is. The library has a vast collection of books pertaining to magical beasts," she said, always taking the opportunity to brag about the school's library. With nothing better to do, Harry nodded in agreement.

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"Nothing!" Harry said with frustration as he slammed the old, tattered book shut. They had been in the library for over two hours, studiously pouring over every tome they could get their hands on. Hermione glared at him.

"I know you're frustrated, but don't take it out on the books. If Madam Pince sees you treating the books that way, you'll be banned for life."

Harry could believe that. The old bat always hovered around the students, giving them the stink-eye for every minor infraction, but he really didn't care at the moment.

"There's nothing here! We haven't found anything even close," he hissed.

"Maybe it's undocumented," Hermione guessed. "There are lots of magical flora and fauna that haven't been discovered yet."

"So what do I do?" Harry asked desperately. It was getting very uncomfortable down there.

"I really do think you should go and see Madam Pomfrey," Hermione told him seriously. Again, Harry shook his head.

"If letting her see it isn't bad enough, you know she'll blab to Dumbledore immediately. He might even turn to Snape to make me some weird potion. Can you imagine the guff I'd get from that greasy git?"

As much as she didn't want to admit it, Harry was probably right about that. Privacy was hard to come by in the magical world. "I'll go to her as a very last resort," Harry finished. Hermione had another thought, though she was embarrassed to say it.

"Uh … Well … Maybe I should examine you," she blurted out before she could get cold feet.

"Be serious, Hermione," Harry sighed, grabbing the book and stuffing it back onto the shelf with more force than was strictly needed.

"I am," she said quietly. "Given where it's located," she began, her eyes drifting down to his groin and blushing deeply. "I doubt you can get a good look at it. What if there's some damage?"

The thought of some damage down there made him sick to his stomach. "I don't know, Hermione …"

"I won't make fun of you. It's a medical exam, so I'll be professional about it," she said confidently. Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes. Could his life get any more embarrassing?

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"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Harry muttered as Hermione closed the door behind him. He heard her magically lock the door behind them. There wasn't much to the room she had brought him to. There was a small couch along one wall, a battered brown rug on the ground, and a coffee table sitting on top of the rug. A thick, comfortable-looking armchair was off to the side, facing the table. "What is this place, anyway?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. I think it was set up by some students in the past and used as a private hangout. I use it as a study room when the Common Room is too noisy," she told him.

"Oh, I see," Harry said as they awkwardly stood there, not speaking.

"For heaven's sake, let's just do this. There's no need to be nervous," she said, contradicting her words by feeling very nervous. "So just take off your trousers, and we'll get to work." Her cheeks were bright pink.

Harry began undoing his belt but then stopped and looked at her. "Promise you won't laugh?" he asked, still unsure.

"Of course, I won't," she promised with a gentle smile. Harry blushed and nodded before opening his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. He kicked off his shoes and took a deep breath.

"Here it goes," he said, psyching himself up. Deciding to just get it over with, Harry pulled down his trousers and boxers in one go. Fully exposed, he looked at Hermione to ensure she wasn't giggling. Instead, he found her eyes nearly bugging out of her skull.

"Holy potatoes!" she gasped with her eyes trained on his junk. Hermione had never seen a real-life penis before, but Harry's didn't look normal. Sure, it was normal in shape and appearance, but the size was absolutely absurd. It hung limply between his legs. The sheer weight of it was pulling the whole thing straight down. His testicles were huge, Hermione thought as her eyes studied them closely. Just as Harry had said, it appeared they were completely full of something… like a nursing mother's breast full of milk. Her eyes drifted back up to his penis. 'It's so long and thick,' she told herself, amazed at the sight. She looked up at him when he cleared his throat. Hermione blushed in embarrassment. "Sorry, Harry … I was just surprised. Maybe take your trousers off and sit on the couch so I can get a better look," she told him, trying hard to act professionally.

"Might as well," Harry sighed. He had already gone this far. Harry kicked off his trousers and sat down on the old couch. The material was kind of scratchy against his bare bottom. Hermione knelt down and used her hands to push his legs apart. "Hermione!" he cried out, closing them. Hermione huffed in annoyance.

"How in the world am I going to see what's going on with your legs closed? Honestly, Harry!" she rebuked his shy reaction. She then pushed his legs open again before taking out her wand. She gave it a twirl and spoke an incantation that Harry had never heard before. It suddenly felt extra breezy down there. Looking down, he saw that all of his pubic hair had fallen off. Hermione waved her wand again and vanished it.

"Hermione … what are …" he began but was cut off.

"It's a spell that we girls use to remove our hair. I don't want any obstructions while examining you," she told him, leaning in for a closer look. Harry had never been more embarrassed in his entire life. "Uh … Harry?" she suddenly spoke.

"Yeah?" he asked slowly. 'What now?' he asked himself.

"I'm going to have to touch you. Your penis is draped over your testicles, and I can't see them properly. Is that okay?" she asked nervously.

"Yeah … Go ahead," he gave her permission in a resolved voice. He then felt her hand grab his cock and lift it up and away from his balls.

"It's really heavy," she mumbled, checking the weight with her hand. Her hand was wrapped around the shaft, and she accidentally stroked it while lifting. Hermione jumped a little when it suddenly began to inflate. "Harry?" she called out in a slight panic. Harry groaned in embarrassment and covered his face with his hands.

"Sorry, Hermione, but … you know … you're a girl, and I'm a boy …" he tried his best to explain without actually saying it. Hermione cleared her throat, and Harry removed his hand from his eyes and looked at her. Her cheeks were bright pink.

"Yes, I suppose that's a natural response when a girl touches you in such a place," she said, trying to keep her voice from warbling nervously. In reality, she was a bit shell-shocked. The thing kept growing and growing until she was sure it would take three of her hands to cover the shaft. Not wanting to embarrass her friend further, she kept any comments about his size to herself. She pushed it up and pinned it against his belly to keep it out of the way for now. Hermione placed her free hand on his balls and gently squeezed them. Harry squirmed uncomfortably. "Does that hurt?" she asked, squeezing it again.

"It doesn't exactly hurt … but it doesn't feel good either," he honestly told her.

"Hmm," Hermione thought carefully. "It sort of feels like an overinflated water balloon," she commented, squeezing it again. She then moved the shaft back down to get a look at it. Immediately, she spotted something. Semen was leaking out of the tip. Using her thumb, she wiped the wetness away, and more quickly leaked out. "Have you tried … umm … relieving yourself?" she asked, pushing down her embarrassment.

"I peed this morning, but it didn't help," Harry answered.

"Not that kind of relief," she shook her head. "The kind that boys do … when alone in bed … and thinking about a girl they find attractive …" Hermione's face was getting redder with every spoken word.

"Oh," was all he could say. "Uh, no. I didn't do that," he said, flushing red.

Determined to help her friend, Hermione steeled her courage and began tugging on his meat.

"Hermione! What are you doing?" he blurted out in a panic. What she was doing felt really good, and he didn't want to be held responsible for any "accidents".

"Calm down," she said in a shaky voice. "I'm just seeing if this helps with your predicament. This isn't for fun, mind you!" she quickly added. "It's a medical procedure."

It was the most brilliant medical procedure he had ever gotten, Harry thought as Hermione's small, soft hand jerked and tugged on his throbbing cock. "It's so heavy. My arm is already getting tired," he heard her say before she added her other hand. Hermione's two-handed tug session was the greatest thing he had ever felt, and he couldn't stop the moan from escaping his lips.

Hearing his moan, Hermione's face began to burn. While the biggest reason for doing this was to help Harry, another part of her was curious. She was a young woman and had certain urges that she had so far suppressed. Having never kissed or touched a boy before, Hermione found the perfect excuse to explore the male body. It was all for medical reasons, she had told Harry, but secretly, part of it was to sate her curiosity. Just like every other girl her age, she had been daydreaming of being intimate with a boy. There was no specific boy in her mind. It was just her brain's representation of the perfect man, and whoever that perfect man happened to be, Hermione could just hope that he had a penis like Harry's. To put it bluntly, his penis was spectacular. It was hard and yet somehow soft. It was burning hot in her hands, and his skin was incredibly smooth. The act of stroking this beast and the fact that she was bringing him pleasure made her pleasantly tingle in certain areas. As such, she may have gone overboard with her procedure. Her hands were moving very fast, and Harry's eyes were screwed shut while he squirmed in his seat. Globs of hot semen were continuously leaking out of the tip and dripping down her fingers. Hermione couldn't stop … She needed to see this to the end. Tightening her grip, she worked it with long, deep strokes. She then looked up at Harry.

"Tell me when you're about to … EEEK!" she squealed when a continuous blast of cum sprayed out of the tip and hit her directly in the chest. The steady stream came out in a fat rope that seemed neverending. Some of it ricocheted off of her chest and splashed her in the mouth and face. Hermione quickly let go of his cock and stood up to get away from the offending stream. Harry was groaning like a madman while cum sprayed out like a firehose. As she stood up, cum drenched her belly, hips, and thighs. Squealing again, she turned around, and her ass was sprayed as well.

Harry's hips bucked as the last few huge spurts of cum rocketed from the tip and flew high into the air, some of it landing directly on top of Hermione's head. "Ooooh, god!" Harry groaned. "That feels so much better," he sighed in delight, sucking in deep breaths of much-needed air. He reached down to massage his swollen balls and found them relatively normal in size … well, normal-sized for a boy with a horsecock. They had shrunk considerably. "Hermione … that was brilliant. Thank you," he huffed out through labored breaths.

Hermione, however, wasn't listening. She was standing there completely dripping with cum. It was all over her face, and her blouse was soaked and sticking to her body. She turned her attention to Harry, and she didn't look pleased. "Harry!" she shrieked, stomping her foot and swinging her arms down. Globs of cum flew off of her fingers in every direction.

"Watch out!" Harry complained, checking his shirt. "You almost got it on me." Hermione's eye twitched.

"Harry … I'm going to …" she suddenly stopped with the threats. Hermione's body started tingling strangely. It didn't hurt, but it was an odd and jarring sensation nonetheless.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, seeing her expression. Concerned, Harry stood up, not caring about his state of undress.

"My body feels funny," she said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "Like pins and needles," she added, unsteadily stepping to the side. "Ohhh!" she suddenly hissed. "Ayyyyeeee!" she squealed and arched her back.

Harry couldn't believe what he saw. As Hermione's back arched, her white blouse tented outward and stretched beyond its means. Buttons began popping off, and her shirt split open. The line of material holding the cups of her bra together snapped, and big, beautiful jugs bounced free. That wasn't the only change. Her hips widened considerably, tearing the waistband of her skirt with a ripping sound. The skirt pooled around her ankles, and Harry discovered that one side of her white cotton panties had also torn. One side of her panties was hanging diagonally down, exposing most of her hairless mound. He even saw a quick glimpse of her taut pussy lips before she cried out and covered herself. As she spun around to hide herself, he could see that the back of her panties was wedged deep between two fat, jiggling cheeks. Harry's cock instantly inflated back to hardness. The black thigh-high stockings she wore did nothing to hold back the smooth meat of her now thick thighs. The gloriously smooth flesh spilled over the top of the much-too-tight stockings.

Hermione now had the best hourglass figure he had ever seen. Her body was every boy's wet dream. She slowly turned in his direction, with one hand covering her pussy and the other arm draped across her massive breasts. The bottom of her tits was hanging below her arm, and he could see that she was struggling to cover even a small portion of them. She seemed as shocked as he was.

"Uhh … I think we should see Madam Pomfrey now," was all she could muster as she stood there with her cum-slickened body on display.