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Growth Spurt Chapter 42
🕑 Added 2025-02-20 05:04:26 +0000 UTCHarry awoke to a warm, wet, and heavenly feeling in his crotch.
He blinked his eyes open, feeling invigorated instead of tired. He shifted in bed, raising his hips up reflexively while reaching down. He saw the blanket laid over him had been shifted, while a single girl huddled between his legs, her short pink hair bobbing up and down as she sucked on his massive dick.
“Hey, Tonks,” Harry said warmly.
Tonks looked at him as he started to stroke her hair. She started ducking her head more fiercely, causing Harry to moan.
Looking around, it was only them in the hospital wing. There was no Madame Pomfrey in sight. Probably more surprisingly, there were no other girls… Although somebody had forgotten a lacy bra. Maybe Cho, based on the size? It could’ve been Fay, too.
Tonks still had her clothes on, but she was really only half dressed. Her robes were loose, and as she bent forward, Harry could see straight down them to the lacy top of her bra. Tonks pulled her head off of Harry’s dick, sticking out her tongue and using it to lick him like a meat popsicle. As she did, her tongue shifted and changed sizes to reach different parts.
“I missed you too,” Harry said quietly.
With a last movement that sent her tongue sliding over the slit of Harry’s manhood, Tonks finally spoke.
“Damn right I missed you,” she said. “So you can’t die, alright? If I missed you this much after only this long, what am I supposed to do if you kick the bucket?”
“You heard about Snape, huh?” Harry said softly.
“I heard it was close.” Tonks moved her hand along Harry’s slobbery length for emotional support. “I don’t like thinking about it.”
Harry wondered who talked to her. Flitwick, maybe? He knew Tonks was in the Order, obviously, but Dumbledore seemed to want to keep everything quiet for Snape’s sake. Harry wondered who the professor could’ve sworn an oath to, and what it included. He doubted revenge for Draco was the main condition, but apparently that was part of it.
“It makes me nervous, and it makes me upset,” Tonks declared. “So now, I’m going to make myself feel better!”
She put her lips around Harry again, sucking on him with the expert motions only an experienced woman could achieve. Really, as much as Harry loved his classmates, there was something to be said for the girls like Tonks, Fleur, and Sinistra who had time on their side.
When Tonks next came up for air, five minutes and plenty of soulsucking slurping sounds later, Harry asked, “How’d you get all those girls out of here?”
“It wasn’t easy,” Tonks said. “Some of them went home last night, but others slept on the floor. I had to flash my Auror badge to get the last of them out.”
“Because you wanted me all to yourself,” Harry said.
“Why else?” Tonks asked, smiling. “I knew how you’d want to wake up.”
As she slid down his shaft this time, taking him in her throat, she started pulling out all the stops. Harry groaned loudly as he felt his dick being suctioned pleasurably, her tongue sliding all over him as her mouth moved from his head down to his base. It gave him a sense of deja vu.
He remembered that fateful night at the Dursleys’. It wasn’t even that long ago! And yet, it felt like so much had changed since then. Back then, Tonks used the form of his crush, Cho Chang. Now, the real Cho had ridden him the night before, preceded by the prettiest Slytherin in his year while his two bustiest classmates let him use their boobs as pillows.
He was glad Tonks was using her real appearance this time. As much as he loved variety, he was particularly fond of the pink haired Metamorphmagus. He liked her cute impish features, and the irreverent attitude that made her first approach him. He watched her cheeks hollow, feeling something happening. When he came, he did so directly into Tonks’s mouth, who slurped it down like a delicacy.
The pleasure faded quickly though, and Harry found his satisfied smile disappearing with it. Thinking about how far he’d come in the last few months left him with a startling thought: it wasn’t far enough.
He restarted the DA. He brought new members for it, and studied in his own time. He convinced Aberforth Dumbledore, one of the most stubborn wizards in the country, to teach him magic. Harry did everything possible to teach himself the magic he needed.
But it was all extracurriculars. He was stuck scraping the Hogwarts library for books about dueling written by wizards he was 80% sure had never been in a real fight in their lives. He kept searching through books, chasing any household charm he could use with his life on the line. As much as Aberforth was helping, those meetings were once a week, and his training duels with Tonks were even more infrequent.
Harry kept feeling like he wasn’t doing enough. But really, he was doing everything he could in this situation, as a student using up his free time. Maybe it was the situation that was wrong. But how would he find a better one?
He felt someone kiss him. Tonks had crawled up his body, her robes falling off further as she did, and captured his lips.
They kissed for a few seconds, then Tonks pulled her head away.
“You don’t look very happy for a guy who just got woken up by a beauty,” she said.
“Sorry.” Harry reached around her, pushing down her robes and stroking her back at the same time. “I have a lot on my mind.”
“I’m sure you do,” Tonks said. “That’s why I’m here to help, right?”
She straddled Harry’s crotch, rubbing him just enough to get him excited. Her robes flopped down as she undid the front, allowing it to fall off of her body. Underneath, Harry was faced with frilly black underwear that showed off plenty of cleavage and hugged her curves.
Tonks reached behind her, unhooking her bra, which popped loose. She pulled it off a moment later, setting it aside on the bed.
“Lay back,” she said. “I’ll help you relax.”
“I’ve got other plans,” Harry said.
He rolled them over. Tonks squawked as she was forced into the position Harry had been, her head on his pillow and her back on the mattress. Kneeling above her, Harry smirked.
“I’m feeling pretty good already,” he confessed. “And I got all the ‘treatment’ I needed last night. I think I’m ready to do things the way we’re used to.”
He grabbed both of Tonks’s ankles in on hand, lifting them so that her legs stood straight up in the air, her thighs pressing together. He reached down, grabbing her panties, and slid them up. When the reached her ankles, he pulled them off over her feet, setting them aside. Tonks whimpered.
Harry planted his hands on the bottom of her thighs and pushed, so that her pussy angled up toward him. He rubbed his tip against Tonks’s entrance, testing the feeling, and even that was enough to make Tonks moan.
Smiling, Harry powered his manhood inside of her.
Tonks moaned. She writhed on the bed, grabbing the pillow behind her head for support. With a meaty THWACK! Harry slammed himself into her depths, pulling out and doing it again seconds later. The strengthening charm Parvati cast the night before was still active, which was good, because he wasn’t sure the hospital bed would have survived otherwise.
Harry was smiling again as he felt Tonks’s gooey insides part for him. He squeezed her thighs, making indents in the delicate skin. She was soft, and extremely tight inside. Fucking Tonks always put him in a good mood, no matter what worries he had.
It led him to an odd epiphany of sorts as he kept fucking her, moving faster and making Tonks scream his name louder. All his worries, about changing his place in the world and growing stronger? It wasn’t something he should focus on.
It was extremely important. He knew that it was. But if he was doing everything that he could, then he shouldn’t be stressing about not doing enough. He just had to wait for a better opportunity to come around. And in the meantime…
There was no reason not to enjoy the perks that came with being him.
“Oh, bugger!” Tonks gasped. “Have you gotten even bigger?”
“I might’ve learned a few new tricks,” Harry said.
He stooped to kiss her, and Tonks shut her eyes and stuck out her tongue to meet him. It was incredible what she could do with her body; Harry could feel her clit growing and shrinking as he pounded her, rubbing on his dick in different ways. Their kiss was sloppy, with a lot of tongue. Suddenly, Tonks’s breasts grew, swelling up to be as large as Hermione’s. Harry accepted the invitation and left her mouth behind, biting into them. He took her nipple between his teeth, applying enough force to make Tonks shriek.
Tonks’s folds got tighter around his dick, squeezing him and beginning to tremble. He’d been with her enough times to understand that meant an orgasm was on its way. As he bit her breasts, Tonks moaned loudly, lifting her lower back off of the bed. There was a wet rush between her legs. Harry removed his mouth from her breasts, biting his own lip as he felt his balls go tight.
He dragged himself out of Tonks hurriedly, crawling forward until he was straddling her stomach. He grabbed her enhanced breasts with both hands, molding them together, and delivered three thrusts into the doughy cleavage between them. Tonks was seeing stars from her orgasm, but she recovered enough to see what he was doing. She shut her eyes, opened her mouth, and stuck out her wide pink tongue.
Harry slammed his hips into her underboobs. The head of his cock burst out of the top of her breasts just in time to spray her with cum. Despite Tonks providing him a target, only some ended up in her mouth. The rest turned into a tick, creamy facial.
“Whew!” Harry said, leaning back. “That was great.”
Tonks cracked her eyes open, wiping away a bit of semen that threatened to drip into one.
“I’m glad,” she said, “because it’s all we’ve got time for. Dumbledore actually sent me to get you. I’m supposed to escort you to the Hogwarts Express.”
Harry moved off of Tonks, stepping off the bed and standing up. “Does he think Snape is going to try something?”
“Maybe,” Tonks said. “Or he thinks some Slytherin might try to get revenge. He probably just wants to play it safe.” Tonks smiled mischievously. “It’s probably not a bad idea. If I hadn’t chased off your female admirers, I doubt they would’ve shown this much restraint.”
Harry laughed. It was probably true, at least with a few of the girls.
He and Tonks got dressed after Tonks cleaned her face. She looked apologetic when she vanished his cum, as if Harry would take that personally. Soon, they were hurrying across the castle.
Harry found his things piled up outside the entrance to the common room.
“Ron said he’d get those packed up for you,” Tonks explained. “In case you didn’t have enough time.”
Harry grinned. It was times like this when his best mate really always came through.
They had missed breakfast, but Harry was sure that Mrs. Weasley would feed him enough to make up for it once he reached the Burrow, so he didn’t mind.
They caught up with the rest of the students leaving for the break just as the last few carriages to Hogsmeade were boarding. Tonks led Harry to a carriage that had the door open, but nobody standing outside. When Harry got close, he caught a glimpse of red hair visible through the window. Smiling as he recognized Ron, Harry climbed directly into the carriage.
“Thanks for getting my stuff, mate. I really appreciate it—” Harry said.
He stopped speaking as soon as he noticed the atmosphere. Ron’s arms were crossed and he was frowning. Hermione was tapping her foot on the floor, consistently shooting glances across the compartment out of the corner of her eye. Harry looked at the last person in the cabin. It wasn’t Ginny, or Neville, or even Luna.
Pansy Parkinson sat with her hands in her lap, looking down.
“Pansy?” Harry said. “What are you doing here?”
“You haven’t heard?” Tonks asked, standing just outside the carriage with a smile. “She’s going home with you all.”
