Chapter 1
[Story Warnings: Switching. Futadom/female Tonks fucking sub female/male Harry. Male Harry turning the tables and fucking Tonks.-Eventually I might add other characters into their relationship (for sex even if it's not for love), but for now… enjoy!]
[Go down to marked section if you want to skip the summary/background preparation of the potion to where the story really gets into into the romance/lemon]
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I Should Have Known…
…My luck wouldn't hold out. After all the death defying obstacles I've overcome, I still couldn't rid myself of bad luck striking me at the most inopportune moments. I was sick and tired of the stifling prison of Privet Drive and the memories of Cedric dying playing on loop within my head that I needed an out, something to distract me for just a few hours.
The answer came to me on the second week when I woke up from a nap while trying to finish some potions homework. What potion do I have experience with that would allow me to walk about unseen and yet still blend into the populace to have some fun? Polyjuice Potion.
I knew how to brew it and wrote down the methods exactly in a journal word for word just in case, but now the question was where and how to brew it without being discovered? It takes a month to brew correctly, so my closet was out. Aunt Petunia made a trip through my bedroom every few days while I'm outside doing the occasional errand or chore so that left the only other place the Dursley family refused to tread one foot in. The shed.
So long as I placed a barrier with a tarp or blanket, they'd never know I was performing "freakishness" just outside their house. Hell, they'd probably welcome the reprieve from my presence. Hedwig and an owl order from an Apothecary had the ingredients sent (mostly) anonymously, not that the owner of the shop would tell anyone what his clients were buying because it's bad for business.
I was two days away from completing the potion when I decided to take a trip over to the park and had a confrontation with "Big D" and his pack of Dum-Dums that called themselves a gang. Little fishes floating in a small pond without realizing how dangerous the ocean was, in my opinion. So naturally things went from bad to worse.
Dementors attacked and I was forced to cast magic to save both our lives… and of course I got in trouble for it because the universe hates me. Expelled from Hogwarts, then swiftly changed to a postponed sentence at a hearing next month due to the work of Albus Dumbledore.
I just wanted somewhere to breathe. Somewhere I don't see flashes of green light and assume a killing curse is about to hit me from the side. I just… wanted to be "Just Harry" for a little while. Is that really too much to ask?
Night fell and in came my introduction to the Order of the Phoenix. Kingsley Shacklebolt and "Don't call me Nymphadora" Tonks were the two newest additions I hadn't met, but privately I had to admit, Tonks was certainly easy on the eyes. A set of dark robes that couldn't quite hide her athletic figure as an Auror Trainee, a shocking head of pink hair that went everything against the Dursley's idea of "Normal," and eyes that had seen pain but still used humor to liven up everybody's day. Yes, it was her humor that drew my attention the most. She was a breath of fresh air…
Fresh air. Shit. After asking Tonks, I retrieved a second trunk to carefully contain the potion and asked her if she knew any other spells to keep a potion from spilling over the edge in transport. She was surprisingly knowledgeable in household charms and indeed knew of one. She admitted it was originally made by a wizard trader for transporting wine, but had passed the spell along for a lump sum of gold from a potion's master. A shrinking charm later had my normal trunk shoved in my pocket while innocently holding the potion's in hand.
Only Mad-Eye saw what happened, but he wasn't one to reveal secrets, and indeed thought having a stash of Polyjuice Potion on hand was an excellent idea. You never knew when it might be needed. He made a mental note to brew some himself in his spare time.
Then we were off, flying high in the freezing clouds to see my first ever overhead view of Surrey. I can't say I'll ever miss leaving. My first (conscious) experience with the Fidellius charm was… interesting. It's hard to believe that entire buildings can be erased from people's memories even if they'd spent decades of their lives there. My parents would still be around if it weren't for that traitorous rat revealing their secret.
It was kind of funny. Perhaps one day I'll cast the Fidellius myself and live under it. No dark lords would find me and I could live in peace. I shook my head from the thought. No, it would just be a prison of a different sort and everyone I knew- all of my friends- would suffer for it.
The next day became a blur. Shouting matches between unresponsive friends who seemed to have forgotten how to use a phone (purebloods still thought muggles used rotary landlines), Sirius revealing Voldemort was after a weapon in the ministry, and then his first filling meal since he left Hogwarts. But even all of that chaos didn't grant me a decent night's sleep. Fortunately all I had to do the next day was clean.
Then the day had arrived. I had chosen the hair from a very dark brown haired boy dressed in far too fine clothing for the area with rather pleasant features that had stopped through Surrey with his even more gorgeous supermodel girlfriend and placed it within a ziploc bag in my trunk. I really, really should have known my luck wouldn't hold.
Fate seemed to be screwing with me. One of Tonks's hairs had reverted back to their original state and clung to the bag and I hadn't noticed the difference in color, but the worst change was I hadn't taken just the young man's hair, I accidentally snuck some of his girlfriend's similarly dark hued hair off his suit as well.
The dark brown and black hairs were joyfully added and the bubbling turned a rather unique color of silvery white. It smelled far more pleasant than that mucus and toe fungus Crabbe and Goyle had anyway.
Between my invisibility cloak and the polyjuice, all it would take is a small distraction from a dung bomb and the shrieking of the Madam Black's portraits and for a few hours no one would be any the wiser until I returned. Then no matter their chastisement at least I would have had a few hours of being "me." The true me without any kind of expectations, death threats, and dangerous stunts.
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"Bottoms up," I murmured. A glass full tipped up while the rest was stored in a hip flask for when I'm out and about. The familiar tingle rushing over my skin was expected, but the searing agony of my bones popping and my flesh burning beneath my skin was not.
Something was wrong! It felt like I stuck a fork into an active socket. Electricity coursed through my muscles as they altered like a sculptor moving putty, my hips broke and flared before fixing themselves, and my face and scalp had me nearly shouting in agony as I fell to the floor to scratch the cool surface. The clothing I wore started to feel constricting and I stripped my pants before I felt as if I was about to pass out. My limbs felt weak as a newborn's and then all that I focused on to escape the pain was the cold floor pressing against my cheek.
Then it was over. My panting sent dust bunnies beneath the bed scattering in the air, but at least it no longer felt like I was dying. What happened, I wondered. I know I brewed it correctly.
I walked over to the mirror with shaky limbs and froze in shock as I got my first glimpse of the form I had taken. A willowy face with high and sharp pronounced cheekbones was my first clue something else had gone wrong. My emerald green eyes were still there, but the waist length dark brown hair- so dark it looked black outside of an immediate source of light- was slowly flickering other colors of the rainbow before changing back.
My vision lowered to an equally slim and long neck, but not enormously so like the horse known as Aunt Petunia. Lower had me gulping at the realization I had indeed taken the hair from that boy's girlfriend. Breasts, large- no massive breasts swelled uncomfortably in my shirt to expose their gravity defying perkiness, pushing up my shirt enough to expose tight stomach muscles. Evidently the girl had spent a long time in the gym to look as great as she had. They were flexible but strong, I noted.
Lower still had flared hips that would make excellent handholds had I had the fortune to be on the other end. Then I saw the thighs that were the perfect mix between muscularly fit and soft enough to lay a head down on to sleep. I gulped and turned to the side to keep an eye on the mirror and felt my mouth go dry.
Now that was an ass, I whimpered internally. Two great globes swelled off my backside that demanded attention from anyone of any sex. What I would give to fuck myself, was my next thought. It was almost- no it was most definitely a shame that I couldn't.
To add to the horror of the experience, Tonks happened to open my door at that exact moment. Her jaw dropped and she looked like she wanted to say something once, twice, three times before she coughed into a fist and promptly shut the door while still inside my room. A locking charm ensured no one would interrupt us and I felt dread course down my spine for the verbal reaming she was about to give me.
"Well I'd certainly love to give you a reaming of some kind, but I don't think verbal was what I had in mind," she joked and my face flushed scarlet- literally- at speaking my thoughts aloud.
"You-re- you're a metamorphmagus?" Tonks asked in shock.
"N- no. I-" I pointed to the Polyjuice Potion as an answer, but Tonks immediately shook her head.
"A metamorphmagus is a magical ability, you can't transfer it no matter how much you try, and believe me, potion masters have been trying for centuries."
"Well obviously something happened because I wasn't a metamorph until I accidentally put in some of the hair you dropped into my trunk when you were helping me pack," I returned angrily, my face growing an even brighter red hue.
"Maybe you just didn't know you were?" Tonks suggested, circling around my now female form. "Sometimes abilities are hidden until you need to use them or are under enough emotional stimulation to set it off. I believe you didn't know you were speaking parseltongue until you were told about it. Is this really any different?"
I was stumped on that one. She was right.
"How do I change back? Will this end when the potion is supposed to?"
"I don't want to say no, but it is the most likely outcome. Sorry, but I think you're in for the long road of learning how to change back to your original form yourself."
My face fell flat and Tonks hesitated before throwing me a bone.
"Luckily~" she teasingly sang, "I happen to be one myself and am quite good at changing my entire body for missions. Besides, where else will you find a metamorphmagus you know you can trust to keep your secret without shouting it off the rooftops of Diagon Alley?"
I let out a shaky sigh and sent her a relieved look.
"Thank you."
"Mhm," she said throatily, making a tingle go straight down my stomach and settle near my… core. "Don't thank me just yet. I won't teach you for free."
"What do you want?" I asked once I managed to get a firm grasp on my voice as she leaned in closer. Her lips were a millimeter from his ear when she whispered, "You-"
My face flushed once more and couldn't hide the widening of my eyes or the spike of my heart rate. Tonks smirked at the visual confirmation before she backed away to tease, "-owe me a favor."
"W- what?" I tried to gather my scattered and empty thoughts- or rather dig past the dozens of inappropriate ones taking up all of the room- to make a coherent sentence.
"You owe me one favor in the future that I can spend at my leisure, whenever and wherever I want. Understand? So, do we have a deal?"
She offered her hand and for a brief moment I felt like I was about to make a deal with the devil. But what choice did I have? Live the rest of my life like this? Living in some conglomerate of other people's mixed bodies? Perhaps if I remembered St. Mungo's did private consultations I wouldn't have accepted her hand, but at the same time, I wouldn't have enjoyed what she and fate had in store for me either so perhaps it worked out better for me in the end.
—O—
Tonks had gripped me by the hand before she told me she already had a plan ready. They would reveal my new ability at dinner after an hour of practice and spend the rest of the night and as much time as she had off work aiding her to master her new ability until the time of the hearing. She even offered to expend a few of her vacation days if it was needed should I still not be ready as the date neared.
I couldn't deny the thought that spending so much time with the excitable woman was looking to be the best summer I've ever had, even with this monkey wrench thrown in, but I'd make the most of it. I always did… or else I'd just want to sit in a dark closet for the rest of my life and cry every time something difficult crossed my path. So we began "studying."
"The most important part of altering your body on command is Visualization. It is the first step towards magic and is equally as important here. Visualize what it is you want to change. Do you want to make your hair longer or shorter? Do you have the wide and meaty hands of a shipping worker or the petite and spindly fingers of a high-class Lady? How about scars? Is the flesh being pulled in a certain direction?
"All of these are important aspects you have to consider when mimicking someone. Fortunately for you, you only have to remember your own body. It should make it easier to return to normal because it is in its natural state that way."
She cleared her throat before continuing, "However that Polyjuice Potion may have made things more difficult."
"What do you mean?"
"Your 'natural' body state… I believe it is confused as to what it should be. Your powers awakened when you were in the midst of transforming into a woman. So that means…"
"My 'natural' state thinks I'm a woman," I guessed, earning a nod. "So I'll always turn into a woman if I lose control?"
"No. Or at least I don't believe so. I think you need to… remind… your body what it should be like and stay in that form for a prolonged period of time until you feel more comfortable switching your appearance at will and returning without effort.
"Which brings us to step two. Altering your appearance. You must keep a firm image of your intended change and push your magic to gradually match the shell you are forming over your skin until it fits."
"A shell?"
"Imagine another layer of skin over yourself. You are changing that instead as a beginner to get yourself used to the magic. We can start altering bones and organ placements later. That is far riskier should you fail in the middle of shifting. I don't want you to rip open an intestine or something. That would be bad."
I grimaced at the thought of stomach acid burning a hole through everything.
"Yes," I agreed. "Let's wait a bit on that."
"Why don't we start with something simple? Your lips. Try to make them a little bigger."
"Bigger? Shouldn't I make them smaller to look like my own?"
"In time. It's easier to get rid of body mass than add to it, so this is a slight challenge yet also makes fixing you up easier should something go very wrong. Trust me. My mother and I went through many pitfalls due to the uncertainty of it all and I spent several weeks in a sick bed before getting a handle on it. I wish I had a handbook to tell me everything I know now."
"Fine," I said. "I'll leave my fate in your hands."
"Stop being so melodramatic. Now come on, stand in front of the mirror and focus. Remember, Visualize and then Alter."
"It sounds a lot like transfiguration," I said idly.
"It essentially is, just without a wand and its effects are easier to change and interestingly enough a finite spell won't work on a Metamorphmagus' body. Would have saved me a lot of headaches if it had," Tonks said before grumbling the last part.
Just like transfiguration, huh?
I was great at transfiguration. Oftentimes I was in the top five to master a new spell in class. Having some common ground in all this brought a burst of stability into the sudden freefall I'd found myself in. So I finally stood in front of the mirror to do as Tonks had suggested in the hopes that this first lesson would jumpstart my way back towards normality.
I observed the naturally thin, bright pink lips in the glass before closing my eyes, pushing a layer of magic around my face to form the "shell" and imagined it was like placing a form of putty on top that could be molded however I desired. I thought about a pair of lips that I'd seen on an older girl in Hogwarts, prominent and pouty with a shine even without gloss.
Then I opened my eyes and willed the shell to stick to my lips and broaden as I had been requested. The change wasn't immediate. It bubbled slowly like frothing milk before expanding one bubble at a time until it reached the mass and shape as the image I had been maintaining throughout the process. Then it was over and I tried smiling and another few facial expressions to see if there was any form of break or awkward crease.
"Success on your first try?" Tonks asked. "I wonder if that's because you're an excellent student or I'm an amazing teacher?"
I laughed. It wasn't that funny to be honest, being more a release of tension and stress that had been building ever since I had arrived at Privet Drive after fourth year and almost hysterical in its nature, but nevertheless it was the first genuine one I'd felt in a while erupting from my stomach.
The best part was Tonks seemed to understand. Her eyes softened the slightest bit more and her arms encircled me in a light embrace.
"Leaving you alone in that house was the wrong decision," she murmured, rubbing a hand around my back. "I thought it would be an excellent idea to simply bounce you around the Order's houses so the enemy couldn't pinpoint where you live, but Dumbledore turned it down. He said it was 'vitally important you return to your family.'"
Her face and tone suggest all I need to know about her position on addressing those words… and the type of people his relatives were.
"Thanks for trying," I said, pulling back from the hug after a tight squeeze.
"Well you know… us Metamorphs have to stick together," she tried to interject some levity in the face of my gratitude as a distraction from her reddening face. "On to the next lesson?"
"Absolutely."
There was more of a "charge" in the air for the rest of the lesson. Tonks had placed two chairs beside the mirror and was constantly placing a hand on the area she wanted me to affect next. Trying to make my hair and nails longer was even easier than my lips as it was supposed to happen naturally biologically, however changing skin texture was much more difficult. There were so many factors to consider that it wasn't so much as changing the skin that was hard so much as it was maintaining the form and the goosebumps erupting on my arm certainly threw a wrench into it all as her fingers trailed down towards my wrist.
I followed the motion with my eyes until the fingers encircled my wrist and tugged the limb hard enough to jerk me forward. I froze as I was inches from her face, staring into dark chocolate brown eyes that glittered with… interest? Curiosity?
Whatever the emotion was it sent a warm burn through my chest and downwards. My thighs shifted automatically and her eyes snapped down to observe before a broad smirk peeled across her face and triumphant eyes raised back to mine.
"Are you alright, dear?"
"Y-yes," I stuttered, my face aflame. I gulped as the identity of the warm sensation finally came to my brain. Desire. Coursing red hot flames of desire burning a trail from the roots of my hair to my new dainty twitching toes. I tried to get my mouth to work, to say something, anything to release this ache, but my brain stubbornly refused to cooperate and left me feeling exposed like I was under a microscope and it was Tonks' eyes that were studying me.
I tried once more to voice something but all that came out was a gargled moan. Tonks pounced on the opportunity. She tugged the limb I hadn't realized was still in her grasp and I was suddenly on her lap.
I grunted as my knee bounced against the chair's arm but my attention was stolen by the pink haired woman beneath me. She positioned my legs to spread wide until I was straddling her and her hands desperately explored my back before descending lower. A whine I didn't know I could make escaped my throat as her hands cupped my bum and hungrily squeezed.
Then my lips descended to her own and lost myself in a haze of euphoria as her nails found themselves under my shirt to lightly scrape the muscles, sending them into tight clenching fits before relaxing like she was sending bolts of electricity through them. Then she retreated and smiled roguishly when I unknowingly tried to chase her lips.
"Aren't you an eager one?" she asked with a hint of mockery. "It's okay, I like that in my bed partners." My face blushed at the implications.
"Y- you like-"
"I like both men and women. Fortunately you now have the ability to be both depending on your mood which means I am doubly lucky. I don't have to go looking for a new partner to scratch that special itch," she breathed in my ear. If my face could turn any more red it would be glowing neon.
"But," she sighed dramatically and gave me a pinch on the ass that sent me scurrying to stand. "Our time is pressed and I think we should get in a bit more practice before dinner. Unless of course you want your features changing throughout the meal?"
"I'd rather not."
"Then, your next task is this…"
—O—
Tonks proved to be an excellent teacher. Within the hour I was already getting close to casting aside the shell and progressing directly to manipulating my own flesh and form. She looked positively delighted at the prospect. Perhaps even more so than me and I was certainly more than eager to return to normal.
However, we couldn't remain stuck in my room all day no matter how much I- we- wanted to. Mrs. Weasley had called for dinner and immediately my good mood had vanished as nerves once more came to the fore. I still looked like- like this!- and was going to have to walk out there in front of my best friends. Sure I just had a row with them the previous night, but that didn't mean I didn't hold their opinions in high regard. A frown wobbled on my lips before Tonks bumped my hip with her own.
"Relax. Everything will be fine. You are hardly the first wizard who has spontaneously discovered they have a new magical ability. Besides, they're your friends. If they can't give you some leeway in this, well… They probably shouldn't be your friends," she advised before making a thoughtful hum of reconsidering. "It's the Weasley twins you should be on the lookout for."
"They're never going to let me live this down," I breathed in slight horror. I'd rather face the Hungarian Horntail again.
"Probably not. Fortunately I know a few hexes that'll cut them down to size if they get too rowdy." Believing they won't crack a few jokes about it is far too optimistic, but she would at least be willing to mitigate it.
"Right. Let's do this."
I was a step away from the door when she coughed in amusement. "Aren't you forgetting something? You might make Molly have a heart attack going out like that."
A glance down revealed why. I was still without any pants.
"Not a word!" I growled before throwing the offending clothes on and storming past the Auror.
—O—
Dinner… went. The twins were predictable in their catcalls and crass jokes they could slip in before Mrs. Weasley started barking at them to be understanding… but only after she got over her own shock and fumbled with a response before pretending I still looked normal.
Ron looked like he had a frog stuck in his throat up until Hermione had slammed an elbow into his ribs and he blurted out, "Bloody Hell."
That about sums up the situation perfectly. Somehow Hermione was the one who responded the most favorably. Likely her second year's potions incident was still prevalent in her decision to look past the "shell" and see me. However, of all the people's reactions, Ginny's was most interesting. Her focus wasn't "interested" like she had previously when she was crushing on me, but mild horror had mixed with intrigue over the situation. I didn't want to even try to sort that out without risking my composure or sanity.
Sirius and Remus were equally as supportive as Hermione given their own histories with unwanted transformations: Sirius's initial forays into animagus transformations had been littered with their own pitfalls, especially without the aid of a teacher, and Remus's condition as a werewolf should be self explanatory.
After a hearty meal where I did my best to act like nothing was wrong even though it felt like everything was, I went back upstairs to my room to continue my lessons in the hopes I won't make a fool of myself in front of all of Wizarding Britain at my hearing. Tonks entered right behind me and locked and warded the door to prevent any mischievous twins trying to screw things up. Hopefully the threat Tonks made to curse them naked on the train platform would be enough of a threat to at least abstain from pranking or humiliating them for the evening. For good measure Tonks added a silencing ward to block any extendable ears that may be attempting to listen in.
"Alright, what we're about to do next will be the most risk free way of starting you down the path of manipulating your body directly," Tonks warned, causing me to swallow in anticipation. "Shifting your bones and organs can be quite painful and one way I have developed my ability to work quickly enough to change my appearance even while I'm running in the street is to manipulate my nerves. I numb myself from the pain of my bones breaking down or expanding. We are going to do the opposite right now. I want you to slowly try to heighten your feeling of touch on your skin. With your practice into changing your skin texture you already have adjacent experience with this, so I think you'll have this done in no time. Ready to start?"
I nodded and was about to close my eyes when she coughed and wiggled her eyebrows before angling her eyes at the clothes still on my body.
"This will be easier for me to tell if you're doing it correctly without those rags on you," she said before muttering darkly, "It isn't like those tents fit you anyway. Damned bastards."
I looked away as a flush threatened to surface its way up to my cheeks. This is fine. She's just trying to help me learn to change my body. There's nothing wrong with this. Is it strange? Most definitely. But she's only trying to help.
The thought helped push away the flutter of anxiety and I stripped the overly wide pair of jeans that Santa could slip into comfortably and hesitantly removed my shirt as well, the last tug sending my bust swaying back and forth as I tossed aside the long sleeved shirt into the corner of the room. A quiet and restrained moan echoed my actions from the unintentional show I just performed for the pink haired Auror, but when I turned her way her face was the perfect mask of professionalism mixed with a hint of rebellious humor in her eyes that she'd inherited from the Black side of her family tree.
I shifted nervously as all that was left was a pair of men's boxers that hung precariously on my hips.
"Um- I-"
"You don't need to remove those," Tonks interrupted. "In fact-"
She waved her wand and the boxers changed into a pair of green silk panties that matched the emerald hue of my eyes perfectly. I yelped at the figure hugging garment and sent a nasty glare towards the unrepentant Auror.
"Tonks! What the hell?" she only laughed lightly in response.
"You looked ridiculous in those things so I did you a favor. You're welcome."
"You're wel-" I stopped myself from shouting. "I am not a girl!"
Tonks got up from the bed with uncharacteristic grace and stalked forward until she stood right in front of me to meet my own furious eyes head on with an uncompromising brown set of her own.
"You are not a girl," she agreed. "But neither are you a boy any longer. You're a metamorphmagus. You can shift your body to anything you want it to be and that is what you are. There doesn't need to be a label or a sticker on your chest to tell you what you are, you're just you."
Her words came down with all the force and heat of a meteor but the look in her eyes was one of unending kindness.
"Tell me, now that you're worn them for a minute, are they soft and comfortable on your skin?"
I opened my mouth to reflexively say no, but her expectant eyes had me snapping my jaw shut and truly thought about it. I shifted my legs a bit and to my surprise felt nothing but a slight graze of fabric that sent shivers up my spine. Unable to voice my thoughts properly I finally ended my inspection with a nod in her direction.
"See? You don't have to think too deeply about this. I wouldn't be surprised in the future if you have an entire shelf of women's clothing simply for comfort or disguise reasons, especially if you plan on becoming an Auror like me. You'd be surprised by the avenues opened up to you simply by changing your gender on a mission. Maybe your target's in a bathroom and you need to slip unnoticed to plant something on them. Maybe you need to spy on an illegal meeting of a crime boss and his crew and you need to infiltrate as one of their men or one of their nightly hanger-ons."
"You make it sound so simple," I mumbled, earning a small smile.
"It is and it isn't. Everything that's holding you back is within your mind. Just… close your eyes and… let go. Leap off the cliff of sure ground that you've come to know as safe and comfortable and be adventurous. Maybe the prize at the bottom will be worth it."
"Or maybe it'll be a pit of spikes. That's my luck."
"Maybe," Tonks laughed good naturedly. "But if you never take the first step you'll never make any progress and grow as a person. It doesn't matter who or what you call yourself, Harry. Only make sure you can live with whatever you decide and just do it.
"Now, back to the lesson," Tonks shifted the topic, pushing me back into the chair I sat in earlier before the mirror. Once more she placed a hand on my forearm and calmly spoke near my ear, "Follow the feeling on your arm. Imagine the jolts that are sent back to your brain are happening in reverse. The tingling sensation as my fingers travel over your hairs and skin. Change it. Heighten it. Instead of a tickle, it is a harsh fingernail scraping just under the surface. Can you feel it?"
"Yes?" I think I did. I tried to follow her directions but her lips mere centimeters away from my ear were playing havoc on my concentration, to say nothing of the warm lingering sensation of her fingers as she danced them up and down my arm.
"Heighten it. Heighten it," she whispered.
Her words were like a mantra I repeated within my mind. I did so. Her ghostly fingertips became nearly harsh presses and I gasped when her index finger teasingly marked my skin with a nail.
"Well done," she breathed. "Now follow it upward. All the way to your shoulder."
Heighten it. Heighten it. Heighten it.
I did as ordered and felt a rush over my skin like waves of ice before heat blossomed in her fingertips' wake. I shuddered and a moan threatened to escape my lips.
"Good. Now the other arm," she commanded, a darker tone bleeding into her voice I couldn't make heads or tails of but nevertheless wanted to please. The second arm happened in less than a minute, nearly visible in its change as my skin rippled due to my inexperience. Tonks pinched near my elbow and a haggard whine I didn't know I could make exploded forth. I snapped my eyes towards her as she bored down into me. My jaw twitched and her hand came to rest on it.
"Now your face. We will need to make sure you can sustain this everywhere."
I did so. My face flushed under the intense scrutiny she gave me as I heightened the sensation of my forehead and scalp before making my way down the nose and cheeks until it reached my lips. Unbidden they parted as a feeling of electricity jolted from them as Tonks pinched my bottom lips before she gave it a soft tug. My eyes rolled backward.
"Please," I whispered, though I had no idea what I was asking. She was unmerciful.
"Your legs. Try them both at the same time."
I whimpered at the denial as the familiar ice crept up from my toes and soles to run up my thighs until it reached my core. A harsh gasp escaped as it crested the peak and my legs jumped unconsciously. Tonks moved to kneel at my feet and restrained my legs at her sides, my feet sticking through her armpits as I jerked in place. It almost felt like a seizure except it felt so damned good!
When my legs collapsed bonelessly Tonks forced me to continue. She dropped one of my legs and captured the other with both hands.
"Sometimes there are distractions happening around us," the Auror lectured. "We need to be able to push them aside and focus on the change within us."
She backed her words by running a finger up the sole of my overly sensitive foot and a shriek exploded from my throat in surprise. A grin tore its way across her face at how ticklish I was.
"Get working on your stomach!" she said teasingly, rubbing a soft circle with her thumb in a massage that had me breaking out into a sweat. I tried to focus, I truly did, but it was becoming too much. I managed to complete my stomach area by the time Tonks had finished rubbing every inch of my foot twice and made her way up my ankles and continued her "massage" on my calf. I squirmed as a heat flooded my body and steam nearly rose with every breath. I felt so hot; like I was down with a fever and uncontrollably weak to control my limbs.
I stopped paying attention to the low moans escaping my throat with how constant they were, focusing only on the sensation of Tonks's goddess-like hands working miracles into my skin and her words commanding me to do as she says like I was under the Imperius curse.
My breasts were the last spot left. I kept the shreds of my concentration focused on heightening, heightening, heightening my skin while Tonks continued traveling north on my body. Her hands were massaging my thighs with expert skill that I wondered if she had been forced to work as a masseuse at one point for her Auror training. I voiced the intrusive question before my brain could tell me to stop.
"Awareness of the body and how muscles work. Anatomy classes worked well alongside a training session of how to unwind from a hard day's work. Then it was simply a matter of… practice."
I imagined all of the people who were similarly struck speechless of her actions and words. Had they trembled from her touch like a light taser was being placed over their skin? Had they felt a wetness escaping down their thighs? Wait, what was that?
Tonks leaned in close and ran a tongue over the wet trail. She licked me! I looked down to see her eyes burning with hungry desire. My eyes snapped shut and I threw my head back as the heightening sensation completed its course. My nipples were electrified and I grabbed them out of instinct. Big mistake.
A moan so low and throaty echoed out… making Tonks lose her restraints. Her hands latched onto my hips to hold me down and then her tongue plunged into my core.
"Yes!" I screamed, feeling the one sensation I had been unconsciously desiring finally fulfilled. Tonks reveled in the wetness flooding her mouth as more and more arousal appeared on my lower lips that her greedy tongue lapped up as soon as it appeared. My hips jerked forward in an attempt for more pressure, but Tonks was careful to keep the sensation light. My feet wrapped around her neck to pull her forward, but the woman wasn't an Auror for nothing. She easily fended off the pull with a flex of her neck and abdominal muscles and gave me a harsh pinch on the ass for "insubordination."
It was too much: the tugging and twist of my nipples combined with Tonks's flicking tongue finally pushed me too far and I threw my head back to scream but nothing could come out. My throat refused to push out anything but air as my back and hips quaked under the expert ministrations of the pink goddess. I shuddered and jerked against her tongue in an unconscious desire for more friction as my mind slowly lost all train of thought except for those centered on Tonks's lashing tongue.
I collapsed bonelessly with a small sigh as Tonks finished with her new favorite drink as she slid up my body and captured my lips with her own. Her tongue demanded entrance and I was unable to come up with a reason to deny her. Her tongue was coated in my sweet juices and then suddenly she pushed a mouthful of my own nectar into my unsuspecting throat. I swallowed reflexively and Tonks pulled away with a victorious smile.
"You did so well, my attentive student," Tonks breathed in my ear. "And rewards are given to those who outperform my expectations."
I shuddered at the meaning. She would be doing this again if I do well? I could get behind that without a second's thought.
"Aren't you going to thank your teacher for giving you a reward?" Tonks asked, but her tone had a hint of steely danger within it.
"Thank you… Miss," I guessed. It was the correct term because Tonks grabbed me by the back of my neck and tugged me in for another bruising kiss. She bit and tugged my bottom lip as I gasped and stole my moans as her hands danced across my flesh to give light tugs and heavenly squeezes that turned my skin pink.
The feeling of desire returned with a vengeance and when Tonks pushed me against a wall with her knee pressed to my core I unconsciously grinded against it. She grinned and pushed in harder to give me what I wanted as I rode her leg, uncaring anymore what it meant to do such a thing. Only the pleasure remained to guide my thoughts and actions. I was slowly reaching my second orgasm and my moans increased in pitch when Tonks cruelly backed away and grabbed my wrists to prevent me from reaching down to touch myself as I cried out for the loss of contact.
"No. I was so close," I said, a whine tinging my voice.
"You thought you could have a second orgasm without giving me even one in return?" Tonks asked imperiously, making me literally whine in return. Tonks retrieved and flicked her wand, conjuring silk scarves that bound my wrists behind my back and walked me towards the chair we practiced on. My knees were weak to resist the guided shove of her hand and I knelt on the floor in front of the mirror.
Then I was treated to my first strip tease and the pink haired auror let out a near savage smirk. She peeled off her top as she swayed in front of me, slowly lifting her shirt at a snail-like pace to expose a very fine set of abdominal muscles that proved she was a well conditioned auror… or she cheated with her powers, that was also an option. Regardless of how it got there, I was eager to see it and more.
A hint of sweat was already giving her a slight shine that emphasized her fitness as she exposed her black lacy bra. Did she transfigure it on the way back up the stairs? Her hands slipped down to stroke her hips and grabbed the edges of her tight leather pants and pulled them partially down just enough to give a flash of what's underneath before she let go of the hem to descend lower and instead undid her heel crushing boots. They created a heavy thunk as she discarded them to the side but my attention laid on her feet as she flexed her toes and stretched them out. She lifted her foot to my mouth and commanded, "Bite the edge of my sock."
I tried to hide the grimace. This wasn't exactly my kink, but did as she asked anyway. I bit the edge of the soft cotton footwear and tried not to think of the lingering scent of wet and dried sweat that had accumulated from a hard day's work as an auror. Tonks pulled her foot out from the sock and observed as it dangled from my mouth for a moment before she took the offending garment away with a hand. Her fingers brushed my lips for a moment before intruding.
Her pointer finger scraped against my tongue and she whispered, "Suck." I slammed my mouth closed around her and closed my eyes, taking in the sensation as her index digit plunged in and out. It admittedly took me a moment to realize what she was doing, what she was imitating, with the motion. My face burned and only then did she add in her middle finger to continue her thrusting with her hand.
"If you keep this up, I am sure in no time you'll have yourself another reward." I couldn't respond with my mouth being used, and wasn't that a dirty and stimulating thing to say, but I am positive my eyes conveyed my desire for the prize well enough by Tonks's near lupine smile.
She pulled away and sashayed backwards to throw her other sock to the side and then shimmied her pants down and bent over to expose her completely soaked panties. My mouth watered at the sight. Unbidden to me, my knees shuffled forward to get a taste. I was right there, the prize was right in front of me, but just before I could stick a tongue out to taste it, Tonks turned around and shot me a harsh glare.
"Did I give you permission to move?"
Her words simultaneously halted my brain and body. Permission? How long have I been following her orders now? It took me too long to remember and a deep and heavy flush took over my whole body. I had been submitting to her without thought. Was I really so easy?
Tonks stepped forward so her center was inches away from my nose, the scent causing my thoughts to halt in their tracks and focus only on her. What was I thinking about again? Her sweet and heavenly scent? Her gorgeous set of tits that swayed ever so slightly as she leaned over… and glared at me for an answer?
"Well?" she barked. What had she asked again? I froze and thought back before whispering, "No Miss. You did not."
Tonks hummed and circled around me in an inspection. She circled once, twice, and on the third she halted at my back. Her hand lashed out quick as lightning to grab a handful of my still changing colored locks and pulled my head back to meet her steely eyes.
"I far prefer giving praise over punishment to my students," Tonks said, "but that does not mean I won't to deserving and unruly ones."
She lightly ground her sole into my toes just enough to give me a hint of what she meant and I nodded quickly. The pink haired teacher smiled in delight before returning to my front. She now stood only in her lingerie and cocked her body to the side to allow me to gaze at her splendid body in full.
Heavy C-cup breasts, a near hourglass figure, and a lithe body of muscles built for agility and speed necessary to dodge spellfire or catching up to runaway criminals. Her face had the high aristocratic cheekbones and arching eyebrows of the Black family, but her nose was the more sharp angled that she inherited from her father Ted Tonks. Adding all of that together to the short and spiky pink punk rock hairstyle she was sporting made for quite the alluring woman… especially since her very existence and image was anathema to the view the Dursleys' held so close to their hearts. She was…
"Perfect," I unconsciously praised, earning a slight blush from the older witch in the sheer earnesty of my compliment.
"You're not so bad looking yourself," she deflected, crossing her arms under her bust which, much to my delight, raised the flesh even higher in invitation to my viewing. My mind halted as my eyes descended lower.
"What?" I asked, as the soaked panties grew constricted as something was slowly growing underneath it. Tonks pushed the lacy thing down her legs and kicked it aside to give me an unobstructed view as a large and fleshy pole started growing right above her clitoris. It grew and grew and grew, and just when I thought it would stop at my own length, she proved me wrong and grew some more. It was at least nine inches, maybe ten as it stuck high and proud at attention for my awe filled gaze.
She approached and I had an up close and personal inspection of the slightly veiny penis as it towered above me. Tonks slid her hand through my hair softly like she was petting an easily startled cat. I unconsciously leaned into the comforting gesture and Tonks smiled knowingly. I wanted to hate it. I wanted to defy those all-too-understanding eyes that were on the cusp of being condescending, but…I couldn't because they were filled with hints of lust and true affection as well.
I could instinctively tell that this wasn't just a one off night for the woman. She truly wanted to find someone that could relate to her and her wild side. Someone who wasn't afraid to get kinky and test boundaries that perhaps ought not to be crossed. Someone… like me. I wanted someone that went against all of the rules and stigmas the Dursleys had tried shoving down my throat, someone who was capable of looking past the "Boy-Who-Lived" bullshit, and most of all was funny. Someone who could make me laugh and distract me from the terrible thoughts circling within my mind of Dark Lords and their egomaniac speeches and threats that crept up in my dreams.
Tonks fulfilled all of those desires I hadn't even known I wanted in a partner until I met her. This was hardly love at first sight, I wasn't suddenly going to rip my heart out and offer it to her, but… I wanted to see if we could work.
"I am only going to ask you once," Tonks began. "We can end things here with no hard feelings, but know that I won't offer myself to you again. Or you can accept this, me, and I will give you levels of pleasure you could only dream about. Whatever you decide, I promise I will continue giving you the necessary lessons to return back to what you looked like… if that's what you still want. So…" she trailed off. "What's it going to be?"
Her offer circled within my mind. Did I dare to continue with this? To shove every thought and belief I had aside to welcome something new, something taboo, into my life? The thoughts of denial were steadily growing weaker the more I thought about it. So far she hasn't done anything I haven't wanted to do, and other than clashing upon my belief that I was still a man regardless of my appearance, we haven't had anything that could possibly be called an argument. I decided to go with my gut and trust her.
That was why I didn't offer any protest when my still very "masculine dominated" mind should have been revolted when she pressed the head of her cock to my lips and traced the puffy, kiss bitten flesh with gleeful curiosity to see my reaction. I was nervous, there was no doubt about that, but my nerves were more centered on what it meant to me to do this rather than the action itself. If I sucked her off, was I suddenly less of a man? Was I gay for being still attracted to Tonks even with a huge dong? I honestly… didn't care after thinking it over. Her words repeated in my mind, "'There doesn't need to be a label or a sticker on your chest to tell you what you are, you're just you.'"
I decided then and there that I wouldn't think about how others would view this if they somehow learned the truth. I was a fucking metamorphmagus and I could give and take it however I wanted! As if to reinforce my thoughts with actions, I lunged forward to take the first few inches of her penis into my mouth, savoring the gasp of surprise she made before her hands laced around the back of my head. She didn't do anything else, letting me take the lead in how fast and far I wanted to go, but they were still a reminder to hurry up should I take too long.
I found her cock to be surprisingly boring in flavor. I imagined it to be either extremely salty and sweaty or sweet like authors would write in fiction, but to my surprise it tasted like I was sucking my thumb. Maybe that was because Tonks just grew it? It hasn't had time to accumulate sweat and the odors that come with it? I discarded the distractions and tried to give Tonks what I dreamed of happening to me.
My tongue flicked and swirled the underside of the cock when I backed away and widened when I pushed my neck forward to take her deeper until she bumped against the back of my throat. I gagged slightly and tears came to my eyes as I did it again and again. I wondered just how I was going to get the rest as my head continued to bob on the first four inches or so.
"Do you need some help?" she asked teasingly. I glared up at her before finally shoving my head forward hard enough to spear the rest past the entrance of my throat. I gagged harder and harder as I forced myself to breathe around the intruding length, but eventually my unwavering will and determination brushed aside my body's instinctive reactions and gave up, allowing me to finally push another inch deeper.
"Shit," Tonks swore, her fingers lacing tighter in my hair as I claimed more territory with the hard length. My swallowing had created a wonderful fluttering grasping sensation on her cock and it was taking everything the pink haired woman had to hold herself back from jerking her hips forward or simply taking me by the back of the head and face fucking me. "You're doing so well," she praised, making me feel slightly warm in my chest. I was still a glutton for compliments it would seem. Oh well.
"But I think you can do better. I'll be grading your efforts!"
W- was this fucking roleplay? Hot teacher and the teacher's pet? The word pet brought a heavy blush to my cheeks. Store that one in mind for later, I noted.
Regardless, I did as challenged and sucked the tip of the cock, letting it pop out for a moment to breathe in deeply before shoving the length as deeply as I could go. Five, six, then seven inches. I felt a new fresh wave of tears come out but I couldn't claim the rest. The last three offending inches remained untouched due to inexperience.
My mind raced to find a solution. Could I manipulate my throat to take the rest? It was risky and Tonks hadn't told me how to do it yet, but I was certainly willing to try at the very least. I closed my eyes and focused, expanding the area ever so slightly to allow me another centimeter before I stopped again. It burned to do this. It was like a hard log was trying to burrow its way down my esophagus, but I was determined to reach the base.
I drew back for more air and gave her head some more attention, widening my eyes as the first bit of pre-cum was drizzling out of the tip. It was definitely holding a hint of salt, but not unbearably so. It was actually kind of nice. I drank from the tip like it was a straw to earn another welcoming groan and it seemed Tonks finally couldn't restrain herself anymore. She drew back her hips so she rested at the front of my mouth before thrusting forward, her girth splitting deep down until she reached where I had been before. She shuffled her feet closer and then pressed my head forward, burying herself another inch that I couldn't claim by myself.
I choked and my tied hands twisted in a futile attempt to grasp her body for balance as she tipped my head up and shoved her hips down. My nose smashed into her pelvis and Tonks let out the loudest moan yet.
"Fuck! You're so fucking tight." She backed up her words with a harsh thrust and all I could do was meet her in the center, stealing whatever breath I could manage as she retreated and repeating the action over and over again. I lost myself in the haze as black spots occasionally danced in my vision before a new breath was allowed. Back and forth Tonks thrust in, dragging her head against my eager tongue that lashed the tip to claim more pre before she shoved it down once again.
"A- almost," she moaned, grabbing a harsh handful of my hair and using it like a lead to slam her hips to the base and I felt her cock expand wider and wider.
"Cumming," she growled lowly like an animal. My eyes became blurry as she let loose a torrent of seed. It felt thick and sludgy going down the straight path to my stomach. I was forced to stay still for a minute until Tonks jerked her hips twice more rapidly, not even reaching the edge of my throat, before finally pulling back to spill her flood in my mouth. It was enough to fill me even then. Her seed was the consistency of thick, nearly curdled cream but with none of the sweet flavor. I swallowed to not choke on the thick volume and then Tonks finally pulled out the tip to give the last few shots onto my face and hair.
She moaned down at the sight of me covered in her thick spurts and rubbed a bit of it into my cheek.
"Fuck you're hot," she groaned before commanding, "Show me what's in your mouth!" I worked my jaw slowly to open again and show her the white load. Tonks pulled me up by the arms to capture my lips and engaged in a tongue duel, swapping cum back and forth as she fed on herself as much as my saliva. We pulled back after having our fills and swallowed the rest. Her eyes bore into my own with heavy desire and I weakly stayed fixed in her hold.
"I think you've earned a reward. I am going to fuck you hard enough you won't want to turn back into a boy."
Her words were both frightening and wettening. My core was already soaked from earlier and the blowjob only invited my thoughts to linger on what else she had planned with her new appendage.
Tonks backed up and sat in the chair. A single finger from her was all that was required to direct me to seat myself in her lap and re-engage in another kiss. I welcomed the new position and Tonks allowed me to explore her mouth, soaking in the attention of a beautiful and sexy babe grinding down on her. I grinned against her mouth long enough to capture her attention.
"You better not fall short of your words… Miss," I teased. Tonks growled at the challenge and pushed my hips higher to rest the tip of her cock at my seeping entrance. I had just enough time to wonder if perhaps I shouldn't have teased her before she dropped me and speared herself halfway deep in my pussy.
We both moaned in pleasure, though mine was backed by an undercurrent of pain. Fuck, I wasn't expecting that! Her cock rubbed every inch of pleasurable spots on the way out and shoved ruthlessly back in. Tonks lifted and dropped me onto her cock like I was a fleshlight to get herself off with and I couldn't muster up a word of protest because every time I opened my mouth to speak a new moan escaped. Tonks directed me to place my feet on the edge of the chair and squat as we continued, the new angle allowing her to drive in deeper and deeper until she hit a harsh bump just as she bottomed out. I screamed. My sides flexed and my limbs grew nearly unresponsive as my core tightened again around her length as she ripped an orgasm out of me. My foot slipped and I crashed down around her to draw out another moan from the two of us.
"Harder," I whimpered.
"What's that?" she demanded, delivering a harsh thrust with each word.
"Harder!" I said louder, trying to meet her thrusts as Tonks grabbed hold of my bouncing breasts and tugged.
"Speak up for your teacher!" she ordered, smacking the other of my bouncing globes. The sharp gasp of pain and my desire for more pushed me over the edge of sanity.
"Fuck me harder, Miss!" I screamed, throwing all of my body weight to meet her jerking hips and Tonks picked me up like I weighed nothing and set herself against the mirror. I was able to watch my reaction as my face was transformed into a perverse parody of a smile as the pink haired dominant woman gave me exactly what I'd begged for.
Her hips slammed upward to clap against my meaty posterior and the sound made Tonks give a savage and delighted smirk as she claimed me. I was bound and helpless to hold on except for wrapping my legs around her back to meet her thrusts and stared as my face grew more and more foreign before my eyes.
My narrowed cheeks, extremely long dark chocolate brown hair, and glowing green eyes were covered in cum and yet the smile I let out was enough to show me I was in heaven.
"Faster Miss," I prayed, and lost myself in the haze of another orgasm. My face hit the mirror as Tonks pulled out and shoved me into the cool glass. My skin relished the contrasting temperature just in time to feel Tonks drive into me once again from behind. She pulled my wrists to arch my back and I wailed as she repeatedly bumped against my cervix. The only sounds in the room were our moans of delight and the perverse claps as Tonks met my ass. The "teacher" loved the sound so much she had to hear more of it. A soft spank had me clenching down on her cock and her smile widened impossibly further.
"Oooooh. You like that, huh? Then let me give you some more!"
A loud smack sounded as her handprint became embedded in my red flesh and I groaned at the sudden pain. It hurt. It hurt a lot. I closed my eyes and blocked out the inflamed nerves as she repeated the action again. I grunted and couldn't fail to notice I had clenched tightly around Tonks's length again. Did I… actually like this?
My hips thrusting backward was all the answer Tonks needed to continue with her well timed smacks. She enjoyed watching as my flesh rippled and swayed under her attention. But all good things must eventually come to an end.
Tonks grunted as I clenched down hard enough to have her falling on top of my folded back and grabbed my breasts like they were handholds and I shrieked as my thick and sensitive nipples were twisted and pressed inward to her heart's content as another flood of cum shot from her dick like a hose. I moaned at the wave of heat as it settled in my core, pushing against the cervix and past it. My eyes fluttered as I released in response to the flood to ease the passage of her seed in an instinctive desire to procreate.
Tonks pulled out with a wet, squelching pop and spun me around. I barely had a moment to realize what she was doing before she buried herself in my throat once more to clean her length. I moaned as both of our juices mixed together in a harmony of flavor that sent my pussy aching for more despite my tiredness. I lathered the rod in a fresh layer of spit and pulled out with a deep sigh of contentment. Tonks panted above me as her cock pressed against my cheek. I nuzzled and licked the softening length to give her an indication I wasn't done. I wanted more.
Tonks released the bindings on my wrists and after giving me a moment to regain full feeling of motion and stretch she picked me up once more. However we both paused in surprise as I started groaning in discomfort. Before our eyes the soaked pussy that had eagerly accepted Tonks's length started closing up until it vanished and slowly, ever so slowly new flesh started to appear as my inside twisted without my consent in an instinctive desire.
"Hmm, it looks like my semen acted as a catalyst to return your body back to normal," she said, waving her wand to see the womb had disappeared entirely as a small penis formed at the junction of my thighs… and then stopped. Right behind it was an equally tiny set of testicles that swayed back and forth for Tonks's viewing pleasure.
"That's it?" she asked teasingly.
"I was a lot bigger before," I reacted defensively. She eyed me speculatively with mock disbelief.
"You shouldn't lie to your teacher. That deserves some punishment."
"I wasn't lying!" I yelped as she flipped me over.
"Relax," she whispered in my ear. "I know. I'm just having some fun. Just keep your mind open and enjoy it. I promise I won't hurt you… too much."
She said the last bit with a teasing lift of her voice that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Besides," she continued, "Your chest hasn't changed in the slightest. If your body needs injections of my seed to return to normal, I promise I'll give you all the dick-ings you can ask for."
She followed her words with a slap of her penis against my ass and I clenched as I realized what she had planned. I whimpered in anticipation… but nothing happened. I turned back to look at her but she barked for me to keep my eyes in front. I obeyed.
Tonks placed her wand against my hole and I gave a ragged gasp as a weird sensation like ooze was crawling up from my rear. Then a wet appendage flicked against my taint and earned another gasp and I flexed my fingers against the bedsheets, using it to ground me as I reflexively pushed backward.
"Eager thing, aren't you?" she crooned. I blushed but couldn't stop the nod of my head. There was no use denying it at this point. "Good. I like my pets willing to take anything up the ass."
A high pitched whine emanated from deep in my throat. My penis became rock hard in front of her as proof of liking her words.
"What's this?" she asked casually, flicking the hardened length with cruel delight. "Could it be you actually like being called my pet?"
I clenched in answer. Tonks sunk her hands into my flesh and squeezed hard enough to make me groan in discomfort.
"When I ask a question, I want a verbal response," she warned, delivering a harsh swat that nearly knocked me over. "Well?"
"Yes Miss!" I gasped through the pain. "I fucking love it."
Her tongue slipping into my rear was her form of an apology as she licked and sucked the edge of my taint and bit the flesh surrounding it lightly. Moans echoed through the room and they only grew louder as a finger was pushed in beside her tongue. I wiggled in delight as it got closer and then shuddered as Tonks pressed against a certain spot.
"You like that?" she teased.
"Yes!" I gasped, trying to force my hips to get more friction from the digit.
"I knew you would the second I saw you in here, looking the way you do. How many times do you think I'll have to cum in you before you lose your mind? Five? Ten? More?"
I shuddered as another finger spread me further, the elasticity of the hole giving way for the indomitable might that was her desire. Like a succubus, Tonks wrung me out of moans and gasps as she claimed my third and last virgin hole.
Fucking one at this rate! I can't control my body at all! Fuck!
I muffled a scream as Tonks delivered another swat. Then a second and followed with a harsh third that turned my ass a crimson hue.
"Use your WORDS!" She delivered a harsh swat on each syllable and I couldn't stop the last shriek as she aimed lower, nearly hitting my swaying balls. Her hand shot forward faster than a viper to clench around them and softly started applying pressure as her other hand added another finger to my hole.
"I don't know Miss… but I'm willing to see however many it'll take."
"Good bitch."
I flinched at the word and Tonks paused as she eased her hand around my sack.
"You don't like that do you…"
"My relatives called my mother that word. I really don't like it."
"Alright," she conceded. "How about… Kitty?"
Well, I don't LIKE it, but I wasn't exactly… too opposed to it. It didn't come with the same connotations at least. I gave my consent and Tonks smiled warmly.
"I told you, I treat my pets well. If there's ever anything I say you don't like, speak up… and after tonight we'll most definitely be going over everything we do and don't like. But until then… I am going to fuck your ass like there's no tomorrow."
Her fingers pulled out and I nearly whined at their loss before her dick replaced them. My ass clenched around the length.
"Hmm, Kitty likes that. Why don't you show me how much? Fuck yourself against me," she commanded, halting her advance and letting me take the reigns… for the moment. I pushed and shoved myself backward, allowing her length to scrape every wall on the way until she bumped against my prostate and I flexed my stomach in response. I rubbed the spot and Tonks appreciatively groaned at the unintentional lewd display I gave her as my muscles flexed and flesh rippled for her viewing pleasure.
"That's it, Kitty."
I groaned and upped the movement as I clenched as tight around her as I could before slowly dragging my hips back and forth until Tonks whimpered in delight. I smirked as she dug her fingers into my sides to steady herself. I lost myself in a haze as I continued, accepting the pleasure as my new reality and losing every inhibition that still clung to me. The change was slow but the results were worth it. Tonks's breathing turned into ragged pants as it got harder and harder to retain control as I dragged pleasure out of her. My ass was a scorching vice that refused to part with its intruder like a toddler receiving a new toy to play with. It teased her as my sphincter dragged back and forth on her length with the slightest delay due to her girth.
Tonks's eyes dilated at the sight as a crooked grin crossed her features, pulling back her hips until just her tip was contained within. I groaned at the loss of contact and futilely thrust back my hips but knew nothing would come of it.
"Nooo," I whined. "Why'd you stop?" I clamped down on her tip as encouragement, but other than her hand digging further into my hips to prevent me from gaining pleasure, she remained obstinate in staying still. A tap of a wand had a gag wrapping around my mouth.
"You seem entirely too focused on your own pleasure and not at all concerned about mine," Tonks crooned in explanation. "So if my bad kitty won't give it to me…" she trailed off just long enough to press her lips against my earlobe, "then I'll just have to take it."
She backed her words with a savage thrust that knocked my forearms out from under me, and sawed her way deeper inside to her heart's content. My face was pushed into the mattress as she leaned over me, her other arm snaking its way under and grabbing a firm hold of my pendulum swaying balls as she pinched and spread them apart. I whimpered through the gag at the beautiful mix of pain and pleasure. It swirled and blended until I couldn't tell where one began and the next ended.
A steady flow of pre and cum started dripping from my cock as Tonks dug her way up to the hilt in my ass. I turned my head to see her smile had grown larger and more demented as she piledrived her weight down into my own with swears of delight and curses of annoyance that she was slowly approaching her end due to how euphoric it felt.
Her right hand grabbed my hair and pulled my neck back so she could meet me in a bruising kiss that stole the rest of my air after she removed the gag. Black spots danced in my vision as I gazed at the beautifully smiling goddess behind me. Then her lips demanded the most eloquent and heavenly command I have ever heard.
"Cum for me!"
A feeling of liquid fire tore its way from the roots of the hair Tonks was pulling all the way to my toes. I seized for a moment before it felt like all the heat in my body left at once. I moaned the loudest yet and shivered on the mattress as a pool of milky liquid exploded between my thighs. A harsh slap on my pink ass dragged me away from the edge.
"What do you think you're doing, Kitty?" she demanded, giving the nape of my neck a good squeeze. "I'm not done fucking you yet!"
She flipped me over onto my back to see my dazed expression and crooned.
"Did my kitty enjoy her gift?" I moaned in response as my ass answered her question, squeezing down for more. "I told you that you'd want to remain a girl for me," she said before plowing into me again, keeping my eyes prisoner to see her swaying breasts bounce with every thrust. I was spellbound in a way I couldn't describe. This… was honestly the happiest day of my life.
Tonks cursed and latched her teeth around my neck before moaning and I felt her cock pulsing and expanding as a new wave of heat entered my hole. I moaned and felt another dribble of cum try to escape, but I was too spent to release anymore.
Tonks grabbed my penis and gave it a nice pump to see if it could harden again as the virile white liquid in my ass was absorbed into my body. Slowly my dick pulsed and came to life in her hand, expanding up towards the ceiling before once more it grew. It grew an inch and gained more of my former girth before it halted and stayed swaying in the air, twitching for more but lacking the fuel to do so.
Tonks laughed in perverse delight. "Performance issues?" she asked, making me blush.
"I told you I'm-" I protested only to get interrupted.
"I guess this just means you need a good few more poundings, eh?" she asked with a genuine smile. "I can gladly perform my duty as your teacher. Now let's see how many times I can make you cum from your delicious looking ass before you pass out."
I am so fucked… and I can't wait for more.
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