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Synopsis: Hermione is dying and needs to turn into a boy to be
cured. Becoming a boy, however, was more complicated than it
seemed.
Keywords: mf, nc, first, mast [so far]
Characters in play:
Hermione Granger
Harry Potter
*
Because of turning the wrong page of a particularly dangerous
spell book, Hermione was dying. The only way to get a cure, she
found out, was to turn into a boy using the polyjuice potion. At
first, she thought that that would be a simple matter. She had
brewed the polyjuice potion in 2nd year, after all. She soon
found out that cross-gender transfiguration was notoriously
difficult. The main ingredients to the potion were the following:
1. Pubic hair from 2 different boys
2. Armpit hair from the same 2 boys
3. A semen sample from the same 2 boys
Note: Boys must not be aware samples are taken from them
Hermione swallowed hard, looking at those ingredients. Obviously,
those two boys were going to be Harry and Ron. But... armpit hair
and pubic hair? And semen!? Hermione felt a small tingle down her
spine, suddenly imagining seeing her best friends naked. She had
never actually seen naked boys before. Maybe a cousin when she
was really young. Hermione swallowed harder, suddenly thinking of
how to get a semen sample from the two.
And she had to somehow obtain all of this without their
awareness! Hermione shook herself, she had to plan this out
right.
*
Deep into the night, Hermione slipped into the boy's dormitory.
She got into the room Harry and Ron shared with Dean, Seamus, and
Neville. Only the small nightlights beside their beds were giving
any light. Each of the boys had a four poster bed, identical to
the girls' dormitory. All their curtains were drawn, except maybe
Dean's.
Hermione stood very still at the corner, assessing if everyone
indeed had gone to sleep. There was no sound except their soft
breaths. She nodded to herself, and went first to Harry's bed.
Hermione's heart was pounding hard as she got to the trunk
located next to his bed.
She opened the trunk, and after rummaging around found what she
was looking for: the Invisibility Cloak!
With that in hand, she slipped inside Harry's bed, and put the
Cloak next to her, ready to put it on the second Harry looked
like he was stirring awake.
Finally, heart pounding, Hermione turned to look at Harry, her
first choice of obtaining the ingredients. He was fast asleep,
looking so peaceful without his glasses, his unruly hair askew.
Hermione felt a tingle that went down to her genitals, as she
wondered if the hair under his arms and on Harry's genitals were
just as unruly as on his head. She felt her vagina moisten as she
looked upon Harry.
It wasn't that cool, and Harry hadn't put the blankets over him,
which was a good thing. He was just wearing a shirt and boxers.
Swallowing hard, Hermione scooted over nearer oh so slowly. She
was going to go for the easiest ingredient first: his armpit
hairs.
One of Harry's arms was already up, as he cushioned his head with
his right arm. As slowly as she could, Hermione grabbed at his
sleeve, and slowly pulled it, to reveal a small tuft of hairs
growing on his armpit. Hermione couldn't understand why seeing
this made her so aroused. Quick as she could she grabbed a tuft
of Harry's armpit hair and snipped it with a scissors she had
gotten for the occasion. She exhaled a quiet relieved breath, and
put the hairs in a small cup, labeled "Harry".
Okay, now for the part she dreaded, and as her moist vagina
pointed out, the part that was arousing her.
Hermione wondered how to proceed without waking Harry up. The
spell book had clarified that the unaware boys couldn't be
enchanted to sleep. So she had to rely on stealth. Good thing
Harry was a deep sleeper.
Hermione slowly positioned herself nearer to Harry's boxers,
which were, to her aroused surprise, showing a bump on his crotch
area. She had tried to look at some pictures in the library to
prepare herself, but the magical library was woefully inept in
regards to photos of naked men.
Hermione bit her lip and just threw caution to the winds. She
grabbed at Harry's boxer strap, feeling the warmth of his flesh,
and quickly pulled it down. As she did, she saw starting from his
exposed belly button right above his boxers, then down further a
smooth expanse of skin, and then finally she saw his pubic hair.
Her heart gave a lurch. She kept pulling down, looking at his
unruly black pubic hair as it gave way finally to his penis,
which flopped out as it got exposed.
Heart beating hard, Hermione stared at her best friend's exposed
penis, the first penis she had ever truly seen, right in front of
her. For a moment, she just stared at Harry's genitals.
It looked half erect, with enough hardness to point straight up
to his belly button. It might have been 3 to 4 inches. Its head
was exposed, and from Hermione's limited knowledge, this was a
circumcised penis, seeing a scar around his shaft. Harry's pubic
hair was growing just at the base of his shaft, and a light
dusting on his balls. Hermione felt the moistening of her vagina
lead to a drop of arousal running down her leg.
Now exposed, Hermione watched in amazement as Harry's penis
seemed to react and chub up a bit more. Hermione shook herself,
reminding herself of the job to be done. She reached out, towards
his pubic hair, careful not to touch his penis, which was so
close. Picking a strand of his black hair, she snipped it quickly
and put it in her Harry cup.
Now to the most challenging part... the semen collection.
Hermione knew that she was going to masturbate Harry. She knew
how masturbate herself, but was more of a loss with how to do it
with guys. This was why she was here now without panties under
her skirt. She had planned to learn to masturbate Harry by
masturbating herself.
Hermione raised her skirt up, to expose the V between her legs,
which was covered by her curly brown pubic hair. This barely hid
her very erect clit, and moistened vagina. There she sat next to
Harry and his exposed penis with her own exposed genitalia.
Hermione crept one finger down to her clit, something she had
been itching to do the moment she had seen just Harry's exposed
hairs. She bit her lip to stop a moan from escape, and she could
feel herself wetting Harry's bed with her arousal. Okay, if a
girl masturbated by touching her clit and rubbing her vagina....
Hermione slowly reached out and hovered over Harry's half erect
penis. And then slowly, she grabbed hold of it. It was like a
jolt of electricity down her spine as she held onto his spongy
penis. It was so warm and soft. Oh, oh, oh! At the touch of her
soft feminine hands, Harry suddenly groaned.
Hermione froze, her right hand around Harry's penis, her skirt up
exposing her own genitalia, and her left finger on her clit. But
Harry didn't wake up.
Slowly, Harry's penis started to grow to its full erection with
her hand around it. Hermione watched in amazement as she felt
blood pump into Harry's appendage. The soft flesh she held became
firmer, she looked at the crown of the head of Harry's penis
enlarge. She marveled at how smooth his shaft was even as it
grew. Finally, she thought, it was fully erect, at maybe 5 inches
or more. It seemed to strain against her hand, and for a moment,
Hermione just stared at it.
Okay, now how to masturbate a guy? She, herself, had learned to
masturbate after entering Hogwarts. Most people were just
starting puberty as they entered the school, after all. She
looked down at her left hand next to her curly brown pubic hair
and her clit. Just the image of her naked self and her hand
around Harry's exposed penis made her want to cum. She need to
release all this tension. Slowly, she began to rub herself.
Shivers of pleasure went through Hermione, and she bit her lip
trying to stay quiet. Alright, she needed Harry to feel the same
way. How to rub him the same way she rubbed herself? Holding onto
his warm penis, she experimentally squeezed it. To her amazement,
it was very pliant and firm against her touch. Hermione continued
to rub her clit as she squeezed at Harry's penis.
A gasp escaped from Hermione at the pleasure she was receiving.
Sadly though, Harry didn't seem to be getting the same pleasure..
With immense self control, Hermione stopped rubbing herself. She
had to assess the situation.
She looked at Harry's engorged penis head, felt the smooth shaft
around her fingers, at the pubic hair at the base of it. She
looked at his balls, which had shifted closer to his body in the
exposure. Maybe if she pushed it down and rubbed it? Hermione
slowly pushed Harry's penis down against his belly, and she could
feel it straining against her touch. Once it was parallel against
his belly, she began to rub against it.
Harry moaned. Hermione froze, ready to grab the Invisibility
Cloak. But he stayed asleep. That was a good sign! She continued
to rub against his penis' smooth skin. Hermione's left hand crept
down to her clit again. She began to rub herself and her best
friend at the same time. Hermione's began to get very moist, and
as she rubbed her clit, her finger slipped into her vagina. She
almost couldn't contain the moan from her mouth, and she froze as
her moist vagina swallowed her finger whole. The pleasure rocked
her body.
Then she stared at Harry's penis, as comprehension dawned on her.
The best way to orgasm was to simulate sex the best way possible.
She stopped pushing his penis down and let go. To her surprise,
his erection stood straight like an arrow. Hermione moved closer
in between Harry's legs, studying his quivering member like a
Fantastic Beast. She got close enough to get a whiff of teenage
musk from his pubic region, her vagina tightened in arousal.
An idea dawned on Hermione. It was the closest thing to actual
sex: something she had heard in girls bathrooms. And with her
head so close to his nether regions, in the dark alone with her
best friend, Hermione felt an unbridled freedom to do anything.
Finally, Hermione was so close that his glans was right below her
mouth. Hermione looked up to Harry's face, so peaceful and young
and boyish as he slept. Then she pressed her lips against his
young penis, her heart leaping. Once more she looked up at her
best friend's innocent unaware face, and throwing herself into
this forbidden act, she took his penis into her mouth.
Harry gasped but stayed asleep, while Hermione took in his young
member into her mouth. It was a firm piece of flesh that strained
in her mouth, and it tasted like a young man. She could smell the
young musk from his pubic hair, which was rough against her lips.
She felt the thin skin that wrapped around his penis with her
tongue. Hermione looked up at Harry with her mouth around his
penis, still not quite believing what she was doing. She was
giving her sleeping bestfriend a blowjob!!
For a while, all Hermione did was explore his penis with her
mouth and tongue. And she felt it stiffen in her mouth even
further. She watched as she saw Harry's forehead wrinkle and his
mouth open in pleasure. Automatically, her own fingers went down
to her waiting clit. As she touched it, pleasure coursed from
between her legs, up her spine. She then slipped a finger into
her vagina's wet lips. Hermione shivered as she was penetrated
from below by her own finger, and in her mouth by Harry's erect
member. She then began to slowly slide her finger in and out of
her. Automatically and almost by instinct, Hermione began to move
her head up and down, sliding Harry's penis in and out at the
same rhythm as her finger.
With her left hand buried in between her legs, Hermione grabbed
the base of Harry's penis with her right hand. She nestled
against his balls, which had withdrawn into a tight sack, his
pubic hair flattened against her flesh. Holding onto the base of
his penis, she began to swallow Harry's penis up and down, all
the while letting her tongue wrap around his piece of teenage
meat. She alternated looking up at his face, and down her nose to
his pubic hair.
Pleasure began to build up in Hermione as she alternated between
fingering her vagina and rubbing her clit, her genitals moist
with her arousal. In alarm she realized she was nearing orgasm,
noticing the familiar pleasure beginning to radiate from between
her legs, building up to a wave. What about Harry?
His mouth was still open as Hermione blew him. Small gasps
started to come out of him. He must be nearing too!
Orgasm slammed into Hermione by surprise, and for a moment she
stopped as pleasure exploded from her vagina, which spasmed and
squeezed at her finger inside it. She almost bit Harry's penis
off, lodged into her mouth as it was, and she swallowed it even
deeper as her orgasm rocked through her. Her sudden pressure
against his penis might have been his tipping point too. A long
gasp escaped from Harry's mouth.
In alarm, Hermione realized Harry was right in the tip of orgasm
too, even as her climax overrode her senses. Harry groaned and
pushed his penis up into her throat. Hermione felt it stiffen and
suddenly ejaculate deep into her throat.
Gagging and in panic, Hermione released his penis from her mouth
and grabbed at the cup she had prepared for just this scenario.
Even as Harry's penis slid out of her mouth, it was still
ejaculating. She had felt one round deep into her throat, and
another hit her in the lips as it slid out.
She got the cup and directed the head of Harry's penis into it,
massaging his shaft, wet with both cum and her own saliva. She
watched in amazement as she saw Harry spew out dollop after
dollop of thick white semen into the cup. Semen that had itself
been ejaculated in her throat.
She could smell his sperm, she could taste it on her lips. It was
a strong musk. Slowly, Harry's penis stopped its ejaculations and
it began to lose its stiffness in her hand. She squeezed the last
dollop of semen from his head, gently like a toothpaste. She
stared at the deflating penis of her best friend on her hand.
Harry suddenly gasped again, and by instinct, Hermione threw on
the Invisibility Cloak. Harry sat up suddenly, eyes wide open,
breathing hard. He looked down at his exposed, wet penis, already
softening from his ordeal. He looked around, his eyes passing
through his bestfriend, hidden in his Invisibility Cloak, her
skirt still up and her vagina exposed, a cup of his semen, pubic
hair and armpit hair in her hand.
"What a dream!" He muttered, still wide-eyed, looking down at his
exposed penis.
Hermione watched, wide-eyed, as he reached down at the penis she
had just been swallowing in and out of her mouth. Harry scratched
at his pubic hair and gave his penis a pull. It was still leaking
a bit, and a small pearl of cum trickled down. Hermione's vagina
gave a twinge of arousal again at that. Harry didn't seem to
notice.
Then he lay back down, his hand still around his penis.
"Hermione..." he whispered. Hermione stared at Harry in surprise,
who was still holding his member as he said her name and fell
asleep.
Hermione watched for another minute or two to make sure he was
sleeping. When she was sure, she slowly slipped out of Harry's
four-poster bed, holding the cup of ingredients at her hand. She
couldn't believe what she had just done. Then she looked over to
Ron's bed. She swallowed, and realized Harry's semen was still on
her lips. The musk of his semen lingered, permeating her senses.
She wiped it away slowly and looked over to Ron's. One more to
go!
OR