Headmaster's Office - Staff Meeting
At the top of the Headmaster's Tower, the inside of Dumbledore's office was temporarily expanded. There was a long table with seats for all the staff during one of Hogwarts' rather uncommon Staff Meetings.
"We need to get to the bottom of this, Albus!"
Rather than the Headmaster himself, Albus Dumbledore heading this meeting, it was the Deputy Headmistress who had called this meeting.
The beautiful, youthful-looking dark-haired Witch, Minerva McGonagall, was pacing back and forth, her heels clicking on his office flagstones as she spoke sternly. Like any Professional Witch, Minerva wrapped her curves tightly beneath long, flowing robes. She didn't show a speck of skin other than her hands.
At a glance, her stern expression and piercing yellow cat eyes made her appear callous and emotionless.
...But Minerva was a Witch, just like all the others. Hidden beneath her layers of robes, Minerva's buxom, expansive bosom was hugged snugly by a tight-fitted corset. Every time her long heels clicked on the floor, the soft fat of her cleavage jiggled and bounced... sadly out of sight of any appreciative gazes.
Similarly, one would be shocked to discover the sheer stockings that covered her legs beneath her layers of clothing and the erotic garter belt she wore with her corset. She, like many Witches, satisfied her urges by dressing sexy beneath her clothes, even if she knew no wizard would see or appreciate such 'perverse' undergarments.
But like all the other Witches, Minerva's naughty side was expertly masked by a stern exterior and a strict personality.
Albus Dumbledore, acting Headmaster, simply sucked on a lemon drop and said, "I'm not sure why you're getting so worked up Minerva. It's rather wonderful, don't you think?"
"Wonderful?!" Hogwarts' most stern Professor repeated in a sharp tone, "Are you not concerned? These are our students we're talking about!"
"Yes..." The calm voice of Albus Dumbledore said patiently, "Which is why I'm so happy to hear such good news! Oh really, Minerva, you shouldn't let something like this upset you! It's truly a wonderful blessing, and while they may be our students, we mustn't forget they're adults as well."
"..."
"Besides," Albus waved dismissively, smiling softly with twinkling eyes, "Did it seem to you that any of them were distressed by the news?"
Minerva McGonagall huffed, hands on her hips, "No... Not at all."
"It doesn't seem that way to me either," Albus said with a cheerful smile, "In fact, they seemed rather elated by the news!"
Minerva McGonagall huffed one final time, "I just can't understand..! Hogwarts hasn't seen something like this in... who knows how many years! To think, over two dozen witches... pregnant! In our halls!" Minerva said with a quivering voice.
"Indeed!" Albus softly chuckled, "What a wonderful surprise! It's not often a witch gets to enjoy the blessing of motherhood so early in their lives! This is a cause for celebration!"
"...It's hard for me to see it that way, Albus!" Minerva continued in a worried tone, "Hogwarts rarely ever sees pregnant students, and suddenly we've got batches of them popping up all at once! A small handful of girls visit Pomfrey for regular checks, with at least one more being confirmed every day!"
Albus simply smiled as if he received wonderous news. Minerva sighed.
Around the table, all of the staff reacted to this news in a similar manner. Most were blank-faced and dismissive. The few men seemed to take the topic with distaste, no doubt thinking of the acts required to produce a pregnancy.
The women seemed completely unenthused. At least, on the surface.
Close to the Head of the table sat Professor Narcissa Black. She was the newest Professor, who quickly became popular among the young ladies of the castle due to her aristocratic beauty, graceful demeanor, and eagerness to teach.
Narcissa Black held her left hand below the table. It was cradling her swollen belly, decorated by the shining diamond ring of her new husband, Harry Potter.
She kept a mask of indifference and minute worry as she looked at Minerva. Inwardly, her thoughts were completely different, 'Mmm, I wonder how Minerva would shriek if she knew the newest Professor at Hogwarts was just as pregnant as those bunches of girls💞'
With that delightful thought, she glanced around the table. With Snape out of the castle, the number of male Professors had taken a shocking blow. As it were right now, the majority of their primary courses were filled by female Professors.
This was delightful.
It let Narcissa brew up some naughty fantasies that made her body shudder with arousal. She glanced over to Minerva, silently musing, 'If Dumbledore retires, then Minerva will take his place... If Harry lays his claim to her... then it would only be a matter of time before the castle is under his control💓'
Narcissa had to mask her expression as she imagined her lover on a golden throne, her fellow female Professors standing behind him like naked, pregnant handmaidens. In front of him, the Great Hall was full of nothing but stripped, naked young women wearing nothing but ties of differing House Colours, waiting to obey his every command.
Narcissa held back a lustful moan, feeling her pussy clench with excitement. She kept a modest expression, glancing over to check the reactions of her colleagues.
In a row beside her, were a small collective of beautiful women Narcissa could easily call 'Targets'.
The wide-hipped, dark-skinned Astronomy Professor, Aurora Sinistra.
The fair-skinned, impressively buxom (Even for a Witch) Ancient Runes Professor, Bathsheda Babbling.
The brown-haired, stern-faced Septima Vector, the Arithmancy Professor.
Each of these women were truly gorgeous. With smooth, flawless skin and modestly painted lips. Even with their modest robes, Narcissa could see a set of bodies that couldn't be disguised. They had every bit of the soft, fuckable hourglass she expected from a Witch.
Beyond them was a woman Narcissa knew would have been hiding a baby bump of her own had there been a Quidditch Season. Rolanda Hooch was a youthful, silver-haired beauty whose tighter, form-fitting robes would've had Harry slamming her fat ass against Gryffindor lockers by now if not for the canceled Quidditch Season.
As expected of Witches, these women completely masked their emotions. Even as Narcissa looked for the slightest tells, they appeared wholly disinterested.
But she knew it wasn't true.
The youngest Professor at the table, Bathsheda Babbling, spoke up with a modest tone, "Excuse me, McGonagall... but surely this can't be true..? I mean, you said two dozen Witches?"
"Yes." Minerva said with a clipped tone, "I know it's hard to believe Professor Babbling, but it's true. I've seen the evidence myself. Do you know the exact number, Poppy?"
Further down the table sat the school's Medi-Witch. She was dressed in her modest red robe and apron, speaking plainly, "To be honest, it's been harder than it should be to keep an exact count... I believe as of yesterday there were at least twenty-nine girls, but I have a few stubborn Witches who keep coming back every day as if expecting the result to suddenly change..."
"T-twenty nine..." Bathsheda suddenly cleared her throat and went silent again. Her face was a mask of indifference.
But inwardly, Babbling repressed a moan, 'Morgana's hairy cunt..! T-twenty nine pregnant ladies..? Nngh, I'm so jealous 💞! It's not fair that so many girls still in Hogwarts get knocked up while I'm sitting here suffering with an empty womb... What kind of slutty antics are students these days up to..? There weren't any wizards MAN ENOUGH to knock us girls up when I was in the castle...'
With a completely neutral face, Bathsheda bit the inside of her lip and felt her pussy aching with desire. She silently prayed the meeting would end soon so she could rush back to her private chambers.
The two Professors on her left and right were in a similar state.
Aurora Sinistra crossed her long, shapely legs. She clasped her hands over her knee with an inquisitive expression, as if pondering the ongoings of the castle, while feeling the way her hardened nipples pushed into the cups of her bra, 'Mmm~! Seems like we've got some men worth looking at this year..? I wonder who these virile studs could be... Maybe if I asked around I could get one of the pregnant girls to slip... Then once I've found a stud, I could... mmm...'
Professor Vector wore a look of irritation and distaste, turning her nose up at the idea, 'Nngh, oh merlin..! H-hold it in Vector... N-now's not the time, you dirty slut..!' Beneath the table, Vector's glowing wand tip slowly moved back and forth... controlling the thin toy buried in her gushing, juicy cunt.
She reached up to hold a hand to her face, as if thinking, while biting her knuckle to disguise the way she lightly climaxed, right there in the middle of the staff meeting, 'Morgana's tits, you're crazy Vector... One of these days, you're gonna get yourself into so much trouble💕 b-but Babbling's newest runic toy just feels so 💕 Nngh...'
All of the female Professors had thoughts loosely in the same direction. All of them felt aroused and intrigued. None of them had any children to speak of, so they were all lost in their fantasies of how good it must feel to be bred.
Unaware of the dirty thoughts in her colleague's minds, Minerva McGonagall kept the focus on the issue at hand.
"Even if it is a miracle... I can't help but worry for our students..!" Minerva said quietly. Pregnancies didn't just happen. They were proceeded by certain acts. That was what truly worried Minerva. It was notoriously difficult for a Witch to get pregnant, so this amount in such a short time was seriously concerning... It was like there was some rampant sex demon running around the halls!
"And to make matters worse..!" Minerva furrowed her brows, "Almost all the Witches that have come forward have been my lions..!"
Dumbledore softly chuckled, "Well, Gryffindor is home to the bold!"
Minerva shot him an intense look for that comment.
But the fact that it was so focused on Gryffindor led her to believe that it was sourced in her house. Minerva was concerned there was some sort of incredibly potent, and therefore highly dangerous, fertility or lust potion circulating around the dorm right under her nose. Even if Dumbledore was so cheerful and flippant, she wouldn't let this slide until she got to the bottom of this.
Of course, there was no way Minerva McGonagall, or any of the other Professors, would ever believe it was just ONE massively-hung stud who'd spread his seed in so many 'lionesses'.
Meanwhile…
There was a whisper around the castle. Specifically, a rumor was spreading through the tightly kept whisper network of the female side of the castle. A network for things that ought not reach the ears of Wizards.
It was something that fascinated Penelope Clearwater, a seventh-year Ravenclaw and acting Head Girl of the Castle. She'd never seen girls get so flustered and excited in all her years at Hogwarts. She'd had to hush many giggling girls for 'improper behaviour' in the proximity of Wizards.
She loosely knew that all the fuss was about a new 'Ladies' storefront that opened in Hogsmeade, but she was far too busy with her studies and duties as Head Girl to investigate herself. The only thing she knew was that you needed some sort of pass or invitation to get in the doors, and no one was quite sure how these invitations were getting into the castle.
...Then, she was approached by one of her new friends. A peppy, friendly French woman from the Beauxbatons carriages. She was handed a sleek, black letter and told to open it in secret.
Silver words scrawled themselves across one side.
'Speak your name'
She tapped her wand and spoke her name; when she did, the letter unfolded before her eyes.
The next thing she knew, she was being tugged along by the arm by a few of her giggling friends, approaching an unnamed building the students apparently called, 'The Enclave'.
Penelope reasoned she might as well check this place out as Head Girl... just to ensure it was safe for her peers, of course!
But as she stepped through the door, she was overwhelmed.
She saw a slightly more modest wizarding equivalent of a muggle club. There were dim, light blue lights that surrounded the large open interior. She saw a surprising amount of Hogwarts uniforms gathered at the sitting tables and comfortable couches around the room.
On the side was a large bar that served all manner of drinks, both muggle and magical.
The longer Penelope stared, the more surprised she became. She noticed that at least a dozen older women were dressed in what appeared to be a uniform—a surprisingly skin-showing uniform consisting of a sleeveless black vest and a tight, matching pencil skirt that stopped generously above the knee.
Penelope, as a half-blood, was raised by her mother in the magical world, and so even the small glimpse of the serving girls' exposed legs and thighs made her face heat up in embarrassment.
She was surprised to see the Hogwarts women gathered around were drinking and laughing, far more emotive than she'd ever seen them before. It was like they'd forgotten their 'faces' as Witches and dropped all sense of modesty.
Unlike Penelope, the French girls among her friend group were chattering with excitement, "It iz just as I 'eard... Like 'zhe tea parties 'eld at the Veela Enclave in Paris..!"
Penelope gingerly followed the excitable girls over to a small table for four. Soon, one of the serving girls strutted over to them, shaking her hips in a way that made Penelope's face flush. As the woman drew nearer, Penelope stared unblinkingly, mouth-watering. These workers were gorgeous.
"Hey girls~" The server greeted them casually, "Can I get you anything from the bar? First drink is free for newcomers..." Something about this woman's smile dazzled all four of them.
"Excusez moi..." One of the French girls leaned in, "...are you Veela..?"
The serving girl smiled charmingly, winking, "You got it, babe. All the waitresses and hostesses here are Veela."
"H-hostesses..?" Penelope asked, knowing that word.
"Yep. Look there." She nodded her head a few tables over, where they saw a set of three girls enthralled by the beautiful Veela, who joined them at their table.
"We'll pour your drinks and sit down to keep you company." Their waitress gave them a flirty wink, "We even offer some extra services for loyal girls..."
All four beautiful Witches blushed crimson under the influence of this Veela's allure. They started feeling hot and excited and wanted this charming creature to sit down with them for a while.
The Veela waitress smiled, "How about I come back with some drinks, and we can chat for a bit..? And while you're waiting, why don't you remove those stuffy robes? It's nice and warm in here, no shame in getting comfortable girls..."
The girls looked nervously at each other, hugging their robes to their chests. Their eyes went to the bold, skin-showing outfit of the Veela, amazed by it. None of them had ever worn anything nearly as revealing, certainly not in a public place!
The Veela seemed to read their minds, "Don't worry. This club is ladies-only... There's no judgment from prudish wizards here. Look!"
The girls followed the Veela's pointed finger to a large sign above the bar. It read some phrase they couldn't understand.
"Heheh, it's a fun little Bulgarian saying. In English, it basically means 'No Slut Shaming.'" The girls gasped at her crude language while the Veela giggled, "This is a place for us pent-up Witches to escape the eyes of Wizards and let our hair down for a bit. Don't be afraid to give it a try. You'll be surprised at how good it feels to let go..."
Penelope gasped as the two French girls she was with looked at each other and started peeling off their blue robes with matching blushes. Beneath, they still wore their modest white blouses, but just the act of stripping off a layer was strangely exciting.
Soon, Penelope was swallowed up in the atmosphere and charm of the stunningly beautiful Bulgarian Veela pouring her drink. Before she knew it, she was laughing without shame. Her own robe was tossed on the floor behind her.
"...'zis iz so amazing..." Penelope watched as one of the French girls put her hand on the Veela's belly.
None of them could tell due to the black uniform, but the Veela's tummy was swollen with early pregnancy. She had no shame about it, and let each of the girls feel her growing baby bump.
"Isn't it? It's been so much fun... Heheh, believe it or not..? All of the Veela here..." The giggling Veela leaned in and lowered her voice, "Our due dates are within days of each other..."
The girls gasped, Penelope included. Their faces turned red as the Veela giggled.
"Yeah... imagine what kind of crazy time we had... Mmm..."
All four of the girls at the table felt hot, and Penelope fanned her face. She sipped on her drink, but whatever it was she was drinking only made her body burn hotter.
Penelope's mind stuttered to a stop. She heard whispers and giggles around the castle that allegedly some of the Gryffindor girls had gotten knocked up... Now, an entire flock of pregnant Veela.
She wondered, 'Is this 'Lady's Club' the source..? And if it is... then does that mean... I, too, would be...' She glanced over at the Veela's slightly rounded belly. Her legs squeezed together.
Her eyes wandered across the large open room. There was a slightly raised stage hosting a set of enchanted instruments... and to the side... there was a shadowy corridor that was roped off to prevent access.
According to the Veela, it was the 'VIP' section, a special place where only the 'fun girls' got invited beyond the rope.
When one of her friends asked what she had to do to get an invite, their Veela Hostess jokingly replied;
'Just get knocked up!'
Meanwhile, in the 'VIP' section…
"...you look stunning, Susan." Came the low, husky voice of Harry Potter.
The tone made the busty red-headed Witch quiver in front of him, "...t-thank you, Harry..."
Harry looked at the shy, soft-spoken girl standing in front of him. Her pretty little freckled face was red. But this time, it wasn't from embarrassment; it was from shameful excitement.
He sat in a plush armchair, surrounded by half-naked girls that he'd already claimed as his women.
When he gave Susan the command to strip in front of all these sexy, playful Witches, she did so with a face burning with shame and excitement.
She stood there in front of him, her heavy, bouncy breasts and wide, grabbable hips on full display. Her face was flushed red, breathing heavily with a horny, excited look in her eyes. She was smiling, feeling the hot gazes of all the women around her, looking at her slutty, buxom body wrapped in lace lingerie.
Harry grinned at that look in her eye, "You look so excited, Susan."
She moaned, shivering with pleasure even though he wasn't touching her yet. She chewed her lip, "I-I can't help it..! E-even after getting fucked by you so many times... it still feels so wrong to have people looking at me like this..! It's so exciting 💓"
Harry chuckled and grabbed her hips, lightly pulling her closer. The nearby girls all giggled excitedly, ready for action, as he leaned forward.
Susan was a sexy young woman. Her bust seemed too big to be real for a young lady her size, and the fat, wide globes of her snowy white ass looked delicious in her lacey thongs. (Thongs she'd stolen from her own sweet 'auntie', the naughty girl)
But as much as he couldn't get enough of her incredible tits, fantastic ass, and snug, tight pussy... Harry's attention was focused on her belly. Susan's tight little abdomen had turned into a little round dome. He gently cupped her swollen tummy, stroking her smooth skin.
"Nng~!" Susan whined as if he'd just teased her pussy. The feeling of her big-dicked, virile stud rubbing her growing baby bump made her legs quiver with excitement.
Harry leaned forward and kissed her snowy white skin, teasing the cute little belly button of her rounded tummy. As one of the first chesty girls Harry knocked up in the castle, Susan's round tummy was just about three months pregnant, getting big enough to show through her shirts.
Susan moaned, holding his shoulders as Harry kissed and worshipped her baby bump. She felt her knees get weak as her body flamed with desire. Just feeling the touch of her baby-daddy on her sensitive skin was making her go crazy. Then he reached down to rub his fingers along her pussy mound, feeling her soaked-through knickers.
"Nnnngh~!" Susan let out a muffled squeal as she suddenly came.
The girls around her all whispered words of encouragement as they watched Susan lean on Harry for support.
Harry held her as her legs started to give out and gently lowered her onto the floor. Susan looked up at him as he rose. The busty, short red-head looked like an angel with her round glasses fogging up with horny, hot breaths. As he stood in front of her, she brought that slutty look to his bulging trousers and went straight to unbuckling his pants.
Harry grunted with pleasure, running his hand through Susan's gorgeous red hair as she started to slurp and suck his hard, fat prick into her eager mouth. She moaned around his cock, worshipping it like it was the most delicious thing in the world. While he felt her soft lips and eager tongue, Harry looked around.
The VIP section was wholly dedicated to his ever-growing harem. It was a growing joke among the girls that you had to get pregnant to access this part of the club... until that joke had become real.
Madam Pomfrey, his slutty little school nurse, had turned into a sort of manager for the VIP section. Since Harry was fucking around the castle constantly, dipping his dick into a fresh new pussy every day, there was no way Hermione or Ginny could possibly keep track of each and every girl Harry fucked in some abandoned classroom or broom cupboard. So the best way to keep track turned out to be Madam Pomfrey. The girls would inevitably approach the school's Medi-Witch for pregnancy tests and health checkups. That made collecting their names a breeze.
Harry was front and center, letting Susan slobber on his cock in her slutty lingerie in full view of all the other eagerly-watching girls. He saw Katie Bell in a chair on his right, one leg thrown over the armrest and a hand buried down her Gryffindor skirt. She, like so many others, was watching him with horny eyes, silently begging him to come over and fuck her silly.
His other Quidditch mate, Angelina Johnson, was a few drinks too deep, up on stage shaking and bouncing her big black booty to the cheers of some excited girls.
To his left, Harry saw similar scenes playing out. Stunning young women lost their shirts and skirts as they indulged in wine and were drawn in by the sensual Allure of the Veela hostesses.
His vision for this little club was growing every day. A place where sexually frustrated Witches, who kept themselves bottled up all their lives, could run wild and let their inner sluts out.
He grinned with lust, feeling Susan's hot, eager mouth swallow down his girthy prick as he thought about his future plans. He could force these repressed sluts out of their thick shells himself, but he wanted to see them embrace who they indeed were around each other, too, even when he wasn't around.
Once these girls grew accustomed to stripping down and strutting around the club half-naked, then the REAL fun could begin. He imagined naked girls in little circles, teasing each other with sex toys or pushing down their Veela hostesses to suck on their soaking cunts. He imagined a bar that only served magical potions to induce his harem with wild lust and rampant lesbianism.
That beautiful future didn't seem too far away. Nor did it seem too hard of a push. Hermione and Ginny already weren't shy about cuddling up in bed together, sucking his cum from each other's well-fucked cunts... and all it took was a night-long orgy with a flock of horny Veela smothering them with Allure.
Harry reasoned it was about time to take the next step.
"Sllrrrp~! Ggggllllck~! Gllllck~! Gllllck~!"
Harry held Susan's red hair tight in his fist, watching the girl's eyes start to water as she choked and gagged on his massive prick, "That's a good girl..! Take that cock deeper, Susan..." Harry encouraged her. She moaned, looking up at him with lustful eyes while she choked noisily on his cock.
Harry grunted, shoving his hips forward to plunge his length deep into her tight, convulsing throat.
"Gllllck~! Gllllck~! Gllllck~! Gllllck~! Ggggllllck~!"
Susan choked noisily, loving every second of him, pounding her face like a brute. With fresh tears streaming down her cheeks, Harry pumped his heavy blasts of spunk down her throat directly into her stomach. Susan moaned around his shaft, lips kissing the root of his cock as she felt his hot seed fill her belly.
As he dragged his slick prick free of her mouth, she slurped loudly, trying to suck every last drop of yummy semen from his pipe. His cockhead popped free from her lips, and he slapped it down on her cute, make-up-smeared face. She looked up at him with carnal delight, kissing his slick, spit-shined shaft like the perfect little cocksucker.
"You've gotten good at deepthroating, Susan." Harry praised her, stroking her red hair out of her face while she focused on kissing his shaft.
"T-thank you, Harry..!" Susan said with a breathy gasp, her throat slightly sore from the rough pounding. She looked up at him with flushed cheeks, slapping his spit-covered cock down on her face, "I've been practicing hard... to take this big dick💞~!"
While Susan was eagerly licking his cock clean, Harry suddenly felt someone throw themselves against his back. He felt a pair of huge, soft breasts squish against his back as a slender little pair of arms hugged his big chest. A playful giggle tickled his ear.
"Harry~!"
He recognized the naughty voice and turned his head to meet a pair of passionate lips in a hot, wet tongue kiss, "Hello, love." He grinned into the brown eyes of Ginny Weasley, the second Witch he conquered and the current carrier of his first confirmed pair of twins.
Ginny moaned, shoving her tongue into his mouth hotly, she broke the wet kiss with a look of pure desire, "S-she's here Harry..."
Harry growled with desire, "Is that so..?"
Ginny giggled with excitement at the look in his eye. The look that promised to throw her down like a whore and fuck her little cunt until she was cross-eyed and drooling.
"Bring her over."
"Yes, sir~!" Ginny said eagerly.
Smack~!
Ginny's freckled white moon rippled from a fast and hard swat to her right butt cheek as she scampered off giggling.
Harry looked down at Susan, who looked hungry enough to swallow down his girthy cock one more time.
Then he grinned, boiling with lust for yet another fat-assed redhead. A woman whose sexy, fuckable body had been out of his grasp for far too long. A woman perfect for his upcoming plans.
...
All around him, the girls' eyes were drawn as an unfamiliar MILF came strutting into the club. Almost all the girls in the VIP section knew each other from classes, so seeing someone they didn't recognize was exciting.
Harry watched a wide-hipped, heavily busty red-headed MILF come strutting his way. Her cheeks were red as she glanced around to see so many Witches staring at her, but when their eyes met, she bloomed into a big, dimpled smile.
"Harry dear... It's so good to see you again..!" Came the warm, motherly voice of Molly Weasley.
Ginny walked beside her, holding her mum's arm with a cheeky grin. She looked proud, and Harry had a feeling he knew why. He'd bet it was Ginny's wand that had peeled off whatever frumpy sweater or conservative robe Molly had been wearing when she arrived.
Harry grinned, eyes roaming down to Molly's enormous breasts and the large black bra the heavy globes were squeezed into. His cock swelled bigger as his eyes fell upon her tummy, visibly swollen just round as her daughter's, with fourteen weeks of pregnancy.
Harry pulled the plush, cushiony MILF into a hug, stealing a hungry kiss from her soft, plump lips. Molly moaned, reaching up to cup his cheeks as she gave him big, wet smooches. Harry's palms fell down her slender hips to clap the big, doughy cheeks of Molly's massive white ass. He heard some of the voyeurs gasp with excitement as he started mauling and bouncing those heavy, round cheeks in his hands.
"Oh, baby..!" Molly gasped with a flushed face and wet lips. She looked at him with an erotic mixture of loving, motherly affection, and carnal desire, "Ginny told me all these pretty young ladies are already pregnant..?"
"Mmm, yeah... I've been busy." Harry chuckled shamelessly.
The look on Molly's face at this news was arousing. Her eyes were almost wet, filled with motherly pride as she gasped, "Oh baby..! I'm so proud of you... Such a big, virile young stud, spreading your seed to so many Witches..! I can't believe you've made so many girls into happy mothers already..!"
Hearing Molly praise him for his unadulterated breeding of the Hogwarts Witches fueled his desire. It still felt so perverse to have a woman who seemed so sweet and proper encourage him to plant his seed in as many fertile wombs as he could find.
His fat, throbbing cock pushed against Molly's belly. The red-haired mega MILF gave him a hazy look, reaching down with her slender fingers to grab that tremendous throbbing monster. She stroked it as she moaned, "…such a good boy…"
Harry watched Molly's expression turn needy as she chewed her lip, "…I've missed this big, beefy cock so much, dear. My fingers and toys just won't do after riding this beast. My pussy's been burning up every night to the thought of you pinning me down again…"
"Mmm…" Harry SQUEEZED the abundant cushion of Molly's fat rear, "Then what took you so long..? I was about ready to kick down the Burrow's door and throw you over my shoulder. I'd keep you chained to my bedpost in the castle, my own tight MILF to fuck every night after class…"
Molly shivered beneath his words, moaning loudly, "O-oh… T-that sounds lovely, dear… I-I'm sorry it took so long, b-but Arthur works in the Ministry, s-so even with Narcissa's law-wizards, the divorce was messy…"
Ginny gasped, eyes going wide, "W-what?! Y-you mean..?!"
Molly looked at her daughter. She raised her left hand, the one not stroking his cock, flashing an enchanted ring with a fat diamond worth more than Arthur could ever provide.
Ginny squealed and hugged her mother's neck. Harry's beefy cock jumped in Molly's nimble fingers as he watched the fat pair of freckled breasts smoosh together sinfully. Molly giggled with happiness and kissed her daughter's cheek.
"Ohmygod!" Ginny babbled with excitement, "This is so amazing..!" Then she pulled back, still hanging off her mother's neck, as she sent him a steamy look. She chewed her lip, "…does this make you my daddy now..?"
Harry chuckled, sliding his palm across her round belly, "I already was your baby-daddy, Gin."
Ginny giggled perversely.
Molly looked down at her baby girl's growing belly, wearing a big, dimpled grin. She joined Harry's hand, stroking her daughter's belly: "Mmm~! Twins! I can't believe it!"
"Stand up straight, you two. Hold each other's waists. I want to see those bellies together."
Ginny and Molly looked at each other with matching freckled grins. They wrapped one arm around each other's waists and put their other hand on their hips. Mother and daughter stood together; their heavy bra-clad breasts smooshed together while their rounded, three-month-pregnant tummies were side by side.
Harry leaned down, a hand on each belly. He leaned over and kissed each one. He chuckled, "…It might just be her slender shape… but Ginny's belly actually looks smaller than Molly's…"
Ginny gasped, putting her hand on Molly's belly, "Really..? Oh my god..! Do you think she's got twins too..? Or maybe even…?" The thought of her mother carrying a heavier batch of Harry's kids made Ginny's body heat up.
"Mmm, it's possible. You Prewitt girls are just so fuckin' FERTILE." Harry slid his hands down to squeeze their round bottoms, looking at their knickers.
Ginny gasped again, realizing something, "Wait… does that mean my little sister won't be a Weasley?" Ginny asked her hand still on her mum's bump.
"Nope." Molly grinned, "We decided to keep the Prewett name, at least for now… Since there'll be plenty of little Potters running around anyway!"
Ginny suddenly pouted, looking down at Harry.
He smirked, knowing exactly what his little red-headed slut was thinking before she even spoke up.
"I'm so jealous…" She pouted her plush lips, sending him an adorable, envious look, "Do you think I can be Ginny Prewett too..?"
Harry chuckled, "Not loyal to your brother's name, Gin?"
She pouted at him, "…I mean… I'd feel a little bad for Charlie and the Twins… but you know there's only one man I'm loyal to…"
Harry grinned and kissed Ginny's belly again. Then he rose. He leaned over to give each of his redheads a big smooch. After kissing Ginny's lips, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"I've been saving a surprise for you, Ginny… Do you want it..?"
Ginny quivered with his breath on her ear and the way he held her waist and kissed her neck, "Y-yes, Harry…" She said in a breathy gasp, already so excited.
"If you want it… you'll have to do something for me… Kiss your mother…"
Ginny sharply inhaled. As he pulled away, she looked at him with big brown eyes. She swallowed and glanced at her mother. He could see the way her breath quickened, her large breasts softly shaking.
Then she grew a dirty little grin, "Yes, Harry…"
"Mum…" Ginny's soft voice caught Molly's attention.
"Yes, dear..? What…?" Molly went quiet as Ginny softly stroked her cheek. Her eyes widened as her daughter slowly brought her face in close.
Harry's cock throbbed in Molly's trembling hand as mother and daughter locked eyes intensely, and Ginny's lips slowly drew near.
"G-ginny..?"
Molly swallowed as understanding dawned on her, "W-wait…. W-we shouldn't…" She glanced at Harry and saw the look of desire on his face. Her body tightened up… and then relaxed. Her eyes softly fluttered closed. Molly let go of her meek resistance once she reasoned this was for Harry's desire.
Harry watched the soft lips of his girlfriend softly brush against her mother's. Ginny's fleeting kiss was surprisingly tentative for a girl who was so eager for sex and had plenty of experience kissing Hermione and dozens of Veela. She started slowly, with just a brief touch of their lips, before she tenderly started to press her lips against her mother's.
Harry slid his hand up Ginny's back. He felt her shake in the same way she always did when he made her do something particularly naughty… but soon, the excitement of the feisty redhead prevailed.
Molly weakly whimpered as Ginny held her cheek and started kissing her with rising passion. Their lips smacked together in lingering kisses as Ginny started getting into it. She moaned excitedly, leaning against her mother as she hungrily kissed her mother's lips for the first time.
After a few minutes of hot mother/daughter smooches, Ginny and Molly broke apart, red-faced and staring into each other's eyes silently. Ginny glanced at him, hanging off her mother's neck, "…Happy, Harry..?" She grinned playfully, making a show of licking her lips.
"That was just perfect, Gin. Good girl…" Harry said, drawing in close to palm her soft, cushiony ass. He turned his head to Molly, his hand slipping down to cup her hot, soaked panties over her pussy mound.
"Mm, you're drenched, Molly…"
Molly shivered with delight, holding his hand against her pussy and urging him to start teasing her with his fingers, "I can't help it dear..! I get so worked up seeing my baby girl's growing belly… and remembering the big, fat cock that put that bun in her oven…"
Molly gave him a heated look, "…I miss those nights I'd walk in on you plowing my daughter silly, pumping her so full of your thick, virile spunk each and every night…"
Harry slipped his hand down the band of Molly's knickers, gliding over her trimmed red bush to tease her quivering, hot cunt. It'd been too long since he stretched this MILF's pussy with his cock.
As much as he knew his fat-booty MILF was itching to get fucked after going three long months without his cock stretching her cunt… Harry himself was just as bad. His blood was pumping, urging him to grab this big-tittied mother and slam her hard on his cock. He rubbed the soft slope of her belly. The Black fertility ritual pumped his head full of chemicals that made him go crazy around these two fertile girls. Now that he had the proof that both Prewett girls were pregnant, Harry was overwhelmed with sexual desire.
"…Let's go sit down, Molly…"
He grabbed the arms of the mother and daughter and dragged them over to a seat.
He grabbed Molly's wide hips, pulling that big, MILF booty onto his lap.
The MILF let out a loud shrill squeal as Harry's thick cock carved her eager, excited pussy open once again. Her clamping walls had been starved for another taste of his cock since the day he left the Burrow, so to feel his massive meat stretching her open once again made her cum instantly.
"…Mmmm…" Ginny watched perversely as her mother's plump lower lips stretched wide around her boyfriend's beefy witch-breaker. Just beneath Molly's trimmed bush of red curls, she saw her mother's pussy spray a squirting climax.
The younger red-headed Prewett hungrily saw how her boyfriend's powerful hands spread apart her mother's plump, snowy white thighs. As he started sawing his girthy cock into her clenching, gushing pussy, Molly threw her head back in loud shrill squeals.
Ginny fluttered her eyelashes with a dirty grin on her red face. She enjoyed watching her mother's face warped with pleasure. Molly's eyes rolled back with a silly grin. As Molly began to get fucked, Ginny's eyes were drawn to the way her heavy breasts bounced and jumped on her chest.
"Ginny. Take off your mother's bra." Harry commanded her, his hands occupied with spreading Molly's thighs to pump his stiff cock into her gushing twat from below.
"Okay~" Ginny eagerly said and scooted in close. Her mother, still moaning and shrieking, met her eyes as she reached around behind to unclasp her mother's bra.
"Mmm~ I've missed these heavy things..!" Came a naughty giggle of a younger, hornier slut.
Ginny Weasley peeled down the slutty lingerie holding at bay her mother's massive breasts so she could bury her cute, freckled face in the titanic pair of MILF titties. Ginny moaned like a harlot, rubbing her face in her mother's overflowing breasts.
Ever since the little firecracker had been thrown on her back and made to squeal by the Bulgarian Veela at the World Cup, Ginny and Hermione, too, had their eyes forcefully opened to the charm of the female figure. Now, after a few months of wildly exploring her sexuality with Harry and his harem, Ginny wasn't afraid to admit her naughty desires.
Even for her own mother!
Ginny moaned erotically, cheeks flushed with desire as she slurped, kissed, and sucked her mother's snowy white, heavily freckled mega titties. She hungrily sucked on Molly's puffy nipples while groping the hell out of the overflowing globes of titty meat.
Molly squealed even louder, gasping uncontrollably as she watched her own daughter slurping on her tits while Harry pounded her gushing cunt through wet climaxes.
Harry dropped Molly's fat freckled booty on his lap to give the spasming MILF a chance to come down from her pleasure high. He looked over her shoulder, sucking on her neck as he watched Ginny worship her mother's fat breasts like they were the most delicious thing in the world.
"Ginny…" Those horny brown eyes looked up at him, her mother's puffy nipple still sucked into her mouth, "Fetch me my wand. It's time for your present."
"Pwah…" Ginny's wet lips popped off her mother's tits. She groped them one last time, like she didn't want to part again, and kissed her mother's freckled cleavage, "W-where is it..?"
Harry watched her pale, freckled booty bounce as she scampered off to fetch his wand. Ginny's slutty red lingerie jerked up high to make her knickers disappear in those bouncy cheeks.
"Mmm…" Harry sucked on Molly's neck, dropping her plump thighs for a moment to grab her heavy breasts. Molly's tits were just unbelievable. The biggest out of all of his sluts, perhaps even Apolline. These heavy globes seemed like natural tanks for milk. He wondered, just how many she could feed by her lonesome?
As Ginny returned, Harry took his wand, "Stand back for a moment, Gin."
Ginny backed up a few paces, wondering what he had planned.
"…I was saving this little trick just for you, Molly." Harry murmured in her ear, "It's just a shame it took so long for you to arrive in Hogsmeade…"
Molly shivered as Harry whispered in her ear, "Do you trust me..?"
"Y-yes… dear..!" Molly gasped with pure affection and reached up to hold his neck, "W-with anything..!"
"Good. Hold still. This is going to feel a little strange."
Ginny watched as the tip of Harry's wand started to glow, and he muttered a long incantation she'd never heard before. Her eyes went wide as he began drawing little circles in the air… around Molly's enormous motherly breasts.
Molly started moaning, "Ooooh~! Ooooohh~! H-harry..! T-that feels so..! Nnnngghh..!" Her cunt clamped down on his cock, and she trembled the same way she did whilst cumming.
"Haaah… Haaaaah…" Molly let out hot breaths, red in the face.
"All done… C'mere Gin." Harry beckoned her over.
Ginny eagerly took a step forward.
"On your knees. Crawl."
She eagerly dropped to her knees, her body shivering with delight to obey Harry's command. She crawled forward, eyes locked on her mother's spread cunt. She crawled up into her mother's lap, looking at the two heavy breasts Harry had squeezed in his hands, offering their plump, puffy nipples to her.
Ginny licked her lips and leaned up, grabbing one milky, freckled breast while she sucked the other into her mouth.
Harry watched silently as Ginny moaned, teasing her mother's nipple with her tongue before she started to suck. At the same time, he gave Molly's hefty breast a firm squeeze.
"Mmnn!" Ginny's shot open in shock.
Harry grinned.
"Nnnggh..!" Molly moaned, clasping a hand over her mouth as her pussy clamped tight on his cock.
Ginny's eyes clouded over with lust as she suddenly started sucking and slurping noisily on her mother's teat.
Gulp~! Gulp~! Gulp~!
Harry's cock swelled inside Molly's cunt as he watched Ginny's throat swallow repeatedly. Ginny was drinking hot, creamy milk from Molly's squirting nipple.
He grinned, "How's it taste Gin?"
" Ish shoo~ good💞~!" She moaned with a look of pleasure on her face. She didn't want to separate her lips from Molly's newly lactating breast.
"Ooooh~!" Molly trembled and shivered on his lap, leaning against his chest. He felt her pussy squeeze his hard cock with a gentle massage, her juices dripping down to his heavy balls.
"How does it feel, Molly?" He growled in her ear, squeezing her breast with firm fingers to squirt her creamy milk into her daughter's eager mouth.
"So good..!" She mirrored her daughter's words, trembling, "O-oh Harry~! W-what did you do to me? My nipples... my breasts..! T-they feel so good I can't take it..! P-please baby, pinch my other nipple! T-that's it Ginny, harder..!"
Harry chuckled as Molly encouraged her daughter to squeeze her nipple like a cow spraying a shot of milk onto her half-naked body. Ginny smacked her lips, moaning as she quickly traded one teat for the other, licking up the milk that dripped down Molly's other heaving breast.
"It was my first dabble at Body Transfiguration." Harry grinned, "I'm glad it worked so well. The Black Library had enchanted mannequins to practice on, but you're my first live cast, Molly."
"Ooooh~!" Molly thrashed, throwing her head back as she suddenly squeezed Ginny's face into her breast, "That's it, dear..! Suck on my tits Ginny!"
"Mmmph 💞~!" Ginny moaned with delight, smothered into her mother's abundant chest pillows, "Sllrrrrrrp~!"
With a loud squeal, Molly came hard, clutching Ginny's red hair as her daughter sucked her nipples to a shockingly powerful climax.
Harry smiled with satisfaction, eyeing his wand that rested on the side table.
Body Transfiguration was a complicated thing. It was something that should have been over his head. But thankfully, he learned from the greatest source in the world. The Black Library not only had incredibly dense, extensive information about the topic... but also the most efficient way to master the magic quickly. Probably for hot-blooded, coming-of-age Black sons to continue the line as quickly as possible.
The mannequins were designed to point out every minor fault with his spells when he cast on them. Thus ensuring that his spell was flawless before he tried it on a live target.
And as it turned out, Harry had a knack for this kind of naughty magic.
Harry grinned wickedly, satisfied with the tight, clenching massage Molly's spasming cunt gave his cock, "I ramped up the sensitivity of your nipples and breasts... as well as causing them to produce some milk."
"Mmmgh~!" Ginny herself had an almost drunken look of pleasure on her face, eyes peering up at him half-lidded, "Pwah💞~! I-Is that all..? W-why does it taste so good..!?"
"Maybe it's just nostalgic?" He grinned at her, "You're right, Gin. I may have played with the taste a bit, too."
"W-will her boobs be like this forever?" Ginny thought with big eyes, fingers sinking into the doughy fat of her mother's breasts. She hefted up those mega-titties and jiggled them, trying to feel the milk sloshing around inside.
"Haaah... F-forever..?" Molly gasped, panting, "I-I don't know if your old mother can take it, Gin..! T-that was too much..!"
Ginny pouted at him.
Harry chuckled, "It won't last forever. That's a bit much to ask from a simple spell. It should wear off by this time tomorrow." Ginny's low lip quivered in her pout, "Don't look so devastated. This was just a simple Charm. We've got Potions and Rituals for permanent changes."
Ginny's eyes gleamed. She licked her lips as she looked at her mother's milk-leaking boobs.
Harry matched her lecherous look, "Thirsty Gin..? Have a drink. It's been too long since you've seen your mother... She must've been so lonely. Let's make her forget all about it."
"Ooooh~!" Molly's eyes shot open wide with another squeal of surprise.
Harry's hands left her massive titties for Ginny to maul with eager mitts. He grabbed her plush, huggable thighs and lifted her up on his cock, his own enchanted body showing shocking strength as he dropped her harshly on his lap. Molly's massive, meaty caboose clapped loudly against his firm thighs.
With Ginny squeezing her mother's tits and sucking those squirting nipples into her eager mouth, Harry power-fucked her from below. Together, they turned Molly into a shrieking, squealing mess.
The fertile, Prewett MILF had never looked sexier with her cheeks flushed and her eyes rolled back as she clung to her daughter's head for dear life.
...
Molly's loud squealing drew a crowd. All the girls in the area came over to see what was happening. Not just to meet the loud, screaming MILF for the first time... but also drawn in by the whispered, excited news that spread through Harry's harem.
They all watched with red faces as Ginny squeezed milk from her mother's tits like a cow.
All of them felt their own nipples tingle, as their natural instincts as Witches gave them a yearning to produce milk of their own... and have their nipples sucked by Harry Potter.
With red faces from lustful excitement and alcohol, the girls whispered to each other, watching the naughty scene, "...Did you hear..? Harry cast a spell that made her lactate..!"
A bit later, Harry silenced the squealing MILF with a steamy hot kiss to her plush lips and pumped her sweet pussy full of his sperm. Then he turned to the girls. Some of them eagerly approached him, tossing off bras to present their large naked boobies.
Harry grinned at them, "...Lactation isn't the only thing I can do, you know..." He encouraged their excitement with a lewd promise.
Harry had plenty of fun ideas and plans. Now that the girls were coming out of their 'modest shells' as Witches and learning to let loose their inner sluts, he was ready to teach them about all the things they missed out on.
He had a whole catalog of Body Transfiguration and Sex Spells, not to mention some particularly exciting Potions to brew... and a whole group of excited, Horny Witches to try them out on.