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Harry, the object of my secret affection, was beginning to notice my poop sack. I tried hiding it under my robes, but it became so full and the stench could not be contained even if I double-bagged it. Harry seemed… distant lately. Perhaps it was my foul poop sack odor. Or maybe he just didn’t like me anymore. He was just so… coy.

One day Harry was brooding awkwardly in our dormitory. It was out of character for him to do that, it seemed like something Edgar Mullen would do, not Harry. Even with my anus a mess I wanted his pork sword balls deep in my balloon knot, my now cavernous balloon knot. Before I sauntered up to Harry casually (as casually as one can with a poop sack tied about their waist could saunter) I sniffed the air to make sure the stench of my rotting feces was not too offensive. I deemed it bold, yet understated; a full-bodied scent, a rich medley of aromas. I have grown accustomed to my own scent lately, almost to the point of eroticism. Anyway, I walked over to Harry, each step I took the bag swung back and forth, rustling against my thigh. Harry did not even need to turn around to know it was me approaching for he too heard the rustle of the plastic bag. “Hey sexy man!” said Harry seductively. Oh, how badly I wanted to rock the cock he was practically danglin’ out in front of me! (Or whatever that quote is, I don’t understand those Muggle idioms). I replied with a casual “Take me now…”

Harry complied, removing my robes then toying with my poop sack playfully before also removing that. Then I removed his robes tenderly. He had a strange scent about him. Something hauntingly familiar… Like a vague, malevolent memory. I brushed it off, too horny to let any memory spoil this long-time fantasy of mine. Harry bent me over the mattress. A surge of fear went through me as I was forced into this familiar position. I tensed up and Harry noticed. “Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you… Big Ron.” I was suddenly as stiff as rigormortis, terrified by that nickname. Then Harry calmed my frayed nerves by whispering sensually “Shhhhh just relax.” I complied and he entered my gaping butthole. Of course I couldn’t feel him in there, but God bless him, he tried. Suddenly I began to feel my butt tightening around his dick. Either my anus was getting smaller or his penis was getting larger! I turned around to see what was going on back there and I was appalled at the metamorphosis taking place. It was like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly only instead of a butterfly it was HAGRID! With a sneering grin on his face he loomed over me, leering. His beady eyes boring into my soul, licking his chops, wanting to lick my chops. Then what to my wondering eyes should appear, but Harry Potter and eight tiny reindeer. And by that I mean he walked into the dorm while Hagrid was railin’ me in the ass. (Where the FUCK would reindeer come from anyways?) Harry was so shocked at what he saw he could barely stammer “Oh…. I’m sorry…. Put a tie on the door or something.” before letting out a stream of projectile vomit right into my face. Hagrid made haste in scraping some vomit off my face to use as lubricant to finish up. After he was finally done and I was covered in his winter wonderland (and another five pounds heavier) Hagrid grunted “To be continued….” with a snaggled, insidious grin on his face.

TO BE CONTINUED…