The Half-Giant's Sex Slave (Currently Being Rewritten/Reimagined)

by PythonSNICKERS17 (ao3)

Chapter 1: Arrival At Hogwarts

Just in case no one knows who Anastasia Vanderbust is, what she looks like, or is too lazy to look it up, here she is. Due to Maxime's Height, Anastasia will be her half-giant height, and her body's figure will be near double proportionally.

October 30, 1994

Harry POV:

When we arrived at Hogwarts, we witnessed a 15th-century carrack rise out of the Black Lake and a carriage being towed (Flown?) by winged horses called Abraxans that nearly beheaded Hagrid. Everyone within the Great Hall was jittering with excitement. As everyone was sorted, we waited for Professor Dumbledore to begin the yearly speech that he does every year involving danger and reminders along with four words. But that wasn't going to happen at all.

"Now we're all settled in and sorted. I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but also to some very special guests. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen..." Dumbledore was interrupted as Mr. Filch, the Caretaker of the castle, was running/limping up to him across the hall and whispered some words we couldn't identify.

"So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. For those who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear if chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted, but more of that later. Please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their Headmistress, Madam Maxime." Music starts playing out of nowhere, and a group of girls in light blue dresses prance down the center of the great, occasionally softly moaning at random students and letting out a flutter of butterflies as they gallop and separate at the front of the hall.

At this, I hear Seamus whisper loudly to Ron, "Blimey, that's one big woman." I look over my shoulder to tell him off, only to see Hermione slap him on the head with a book (Wherever she got it from). Though the Headmistress was a big woman in stature and figure, she was also gorgeous. She was taller than Hagrid, with long flowing black hair, soft red lips, and lightly tanned skin. Even though she wore an oversized animal fury coat that went down to her legs, it didn't hide her broad and incredibly plump figure. Dumbledore walked up to her, took her hand into his, and gave a light kiss to it as a sign of greeting. The music finishes as one girl spins on her toes while another backflips. At this, they bowed, and all of Hogwarts gave a round of applause.

Dumbledore walks back to the podium to halt the applause and announces, "And now, our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff." A series of older boys walk up the aisle brandishing Bo Staffs, twirling them around and periodically stabbing them into the ground with a spark effect. They run up to the podium with somersaults and a hand glide leading into a backflip.

"Blimey it's him, Viktor Krum!" Ron behind me says excitedly as he sees his Quidditch hero walk past him alongside Igor Karkaroff.

The boys of Durmstrang finish their performance by breathing fire in the form of a phoenix. Igor greets Dumbledore, and Dumbledore greets him back, and they hug each other.

Staff:

All of Hogwarts, along with Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, are enjoying their meals with the guest staff members dining with the Hogwarts staff.

"Professor Dumbledore, my horses have traveled a long way. They will need attending to." Madame Maxime tells Dumbledore, not wanting her animals to be unfed in the stormy weather.

"Not to worry, Madame Maxime, our gamekeeper Hagrid's more than capable of seeing to them..." Dumbledore reassures her.

"But you know Monsieur Hagrid, they drink only single malt whiskey." She adds. Dumbledore looks over to see Hagrid has stabbed his fork into Flitwick's hand. Maxime saw what happened to the half-goblin and looked disgusted at Hagrid, who apologized for stabbing the short staff member.

"Tsk tsk, stupid oaf." She says, whispering as she continues to eat her meal.

"Your attention, please! I want to say a few words. Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks." Dumbledore gravely warns the students looking up at him.

Harry hears Fred give a brief "Wicked." at Dumbledore's forewarning and chuckles at his childishness.

"For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this, we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Mister Bartimus Crouch." At this, thunder rolls into the Great Hall, showering the students. It stops as a man in the corner shoots a spell at the thunder.

At this, Harry didn't bother hearing anything else unless it pertained to the tournament, which he heard 100%.

"After much deliberation, the ministry has concluded that for their safety, no student under seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final." At this, everyone under seventeen started shouting, for this Harry was glad since he could finally have an average year at Hogwarts without someone attempting to kill him. Now Dumbledore gives a final booming "silence" as he explains how one may enter the tournament.

"The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament, merely write your name on a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, the tri-wizard tournament has begun."

After all this, Dumbledore announces to everyone to head to their House Common Rooms. Harry, however, felt something slightly penetrating his mind and didn't think anything of it until he saw Madame Maxime give him a warm smile with her waving toward him as he and the rest of Gryffindor headed up to bed.

Next Morning:

Everyone was in the Great Hall eating breakfast and getting ready for the day. Durmstrang was sitting alongside Slytherin House, while Beauxbatons were with Ravenclaw. Hermione is reading a book more than eating (Priorities Imma Right?), Ron is stuffing his face with bacon and maple-flavored sausage links, and Harry is sipping on some pumpkin juice with a bowl of pea soup with some ham. Thanks to it being magically filled, Harry barely touched his food and was constantly drinking his juice. He stopped only to see that Madame Maxime had been continuously staring at him all day at breakfast. His mind felt a bit strange last night, but he figured the cause of the minor headache was the French Half-Giant.

"Hey Hermione, what does it mean if someone is staring at you rather intently and you feel a pushing sensation in your head?" Harry questioned his bookworm of a friend, hoping to have some answer.

"Hm, well, sounds a bit like Legilimency. It's mind reading, except you can see memories as well. Why do you ask?" Hermione asked her friend curiously what got him spooked.

"Well, after Dumbledore sent us to our common rooms last night, I felt a slight probing in my head. When I looked around to see what was happening, I saw Madame Maxime staring at me with a smile." Harry stated, hoping it was not going to be something happening to him this year.

Hermione looked at him oddly and giggled, "Harry! It's probably not Legilimency. She couldn't have been using it on you. After all, it is illegal to perform it on minors such as us."

Harry turned away from Hermione to look at Maxime at the front of the Great Hall, giving him another warm smile and a wave, "Yeah, it's probably nothing. Maybe I just felt exhausted." At least, that's what he hoped for.

Evening:

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked to their next class after DADA with Mad-Eye Moody. They turned onto the Great Staircase, and out of nowhere, Harry tripped over himself, about to tumble down the stairs. Only to faceplant in a sea of boob.

"Oh, are you alright, dear? You nearly fell down the stairs." Harry got out of the ample cleavage only to see Madame Maxime staring down at him with a smile. She was wearing a skin-tight latex catsuit showing off every single curve on her body, including her large belly, massive breasts, and her plump pussy tucked into the latex tightly forming a cameltoe. She wore her fur coat from last night, but it was unbuttoned. Thigh-high stilettos boots were covering her feet and latex gloves. She looked drop-dead gorgeous, with curves in ALL the right places. He blushed as he realized that his hands were on her massive breasts and promptly removed them from her body.

"I apologize greatly, Headmistress Maxime. I didn't mean to run into you and... touch your... Breasts..." He looked away shyly as Ron and Hermione were shocked by what occurred just now.

"Oh my, oh my, It's quite alright. I don't believe we've met, you and I." Maxime Held out her hand, waiting for Harry to shake it.

"Um, I'm Harry, Harry Potter. And these are my friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley." Harry shook the Half-Giant's hand and gestured to his friends, who waved at the tall woman.

"Uh, sorry, Headmistress, but my two bone-head friends and I are running late to class. It was nice meeting you, though!" Hermione grabbed Ron's arms and made their way around Maxime, who stepped out of their way, given what little room they had to maneuver around her, given her large body.

Harry made his way around the woman, only for her to place a hand over his shoulder. He looked at her, curious about what she wanted, "You two go ahead and head to class. I'd very much Like to talk to Harry here. Is that fine, children?" Maxime questioned the two at the bottom of the stairs.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and shrugged. Hermione looked up at her and nodded, "Oh, of course, we'll let Professor Snape know that you are talking with Harry." Ron and Hermione left the two in silence as the hall went quiet and everyone entered their classrooms. Maxime flapped her coat back, showing off her sizeable latex-covered body. She placed her hand on her wide hips and ruffled Harry's...hair (Pun Unintended).

"Harry, my dear. Would you mind giving me company so we could talk? I do need to go to Hagrid's Hut. I hear he's taking care of my Abraxans." She said as she walked down the stairs to Hagrid's Hut, purposefully swinging her hips to attract the teenager.

"Oh, uh, sure, Hagrid's an amiable guy who likes magical creatures... A lot." Harry walked alongside the large woman as they made their way to Hagrid's Hut, asking each other questions.

Hagrid's Hut:

Once they got to Hagrid's, they saw him giving the large winged horses their single-malt whiskey. Hagrid looked over his shoulder to see Harry and Olympe Maxime.

"Ah, Harry, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in class with Snape?" Hagrid questioned with a raised eyebrow at the teenager rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, normally, I would be in his class right now, but the Headmistress here said she wanted to talk with me for a bit..." Harry said as he watched Maxime stroke the Abraxan's fur. Even though Madame Maxime was large, the winged horses were almost twice as tall as herself.

Maxime looked at Harry and smiled, "Harry dear, how would you ride one with me?" She questioned the boy who lived.

"Sure, sounds fun..." Harry said simply as Maxime hung her coat on the fence post. He saw her massive ass cheeks jiggle with each step and commanded an Abraxan to lower itself to the ground so that she and Harry could get on.

"Is this like riding a Hippogriff, Ma'am?" Harry questioned as he remembered riding Buckbeak last year before the Hippogriff nearly killed Malfoy. He got on first as he felt the soft yet rugged fur of the horse.

Maxime giggled and said, "Not quite." before she got on behind Harry. She gave a click of the tongue, and the Abraxan stood at full height, and she summoned a harness and leash for the winged horse. She pulled Harry back a bit so that the back of his body rubbed against her large latex-clad body. She whipped the leash quickly, and the Abraxan took off faster than Harry's Firebolt. He held on as much as he could before he felt latex arms go over his body, grappling the fur in front of him. They flew for a few minutes before landing back at Hagrid's. Harry and Maxime got off the Abraxan and watched as Maxime put her coat back on herself.

"I had a nice time, but I think it's time to return to the castle. It was great talking with you, though." Harry said as he took his hand and waited for Maxime to accept it.

"Oh, Harry, you make me blush. It was nice to talk. Teachers need to interact more with their students to understand them." She shook his hand and watched as he returned to the castle as rain clouds began to roll in.

Chapter 2: Selection of the Champions

Grand Staircase

As Harry walked back up to the Gryffindor common room, he thought back to the situation in the Trophy Room. He couldn't believe how bad this year had turned out already. It was his second day... literally. He didn't enjoy being the center of attention. He would rather be in the background with his few friends than be in the spotlight like everyone believes him to be. All he's ever wanted was to go to Hogwarts and learn magic while hanging out with his friends but NO!... The universe has decided to fuck him over thrice now. The first was with his highly abusive and neglectful relatives, the Dursleys. The second was everyone thinking he was the Heir of Slytherin just because he could speak to snakes. And now he's stuck in a tournament he didn't enter willingly and is being judged by all of Hogwarts and its visitors.

Flashback

Fleur has asked Harry if the champions need to speak to the heads of their respective schools. Harry could not answer as he heard the heads of the schools and the Ministry officials bustle down the stairs. They all sounded furious after what transpired concerning Harry and his entrance into the tournament.

Dumbledore pushed Harry against a cabinet containing some trophies and gave him a cold glare uttering, "Harry! Did you put your name in the goblet of fire?". Harry replied quickly, "No sir." The headmaster also asked him if he had asked any of the students to do it for him, which gave him the same answer. He wondered if Harry was sure, which gave him, "Yes, sir."

Dumbledore took his hands off Harry, turned his back to him, and proceeded to pace around the room, lost in his thoughts. The heads of both Durmstrang and, surprisingly, Beauxbatons were angry after what's transpired. Karkaroff scoffed at Harry's answer while Maxime looked at Harry with contempt.

"Well, of course, he is lying!" Maxime said out loud, voicing her thoughts on the boy. She thought he would be at least obedient and respectful towards the tournament and its contenders. She felt Harry was faking surprise to get them off his back for entering the tournament, even though he is underaged.

Harry didn't listen to anything else in the room as he stared at the large half-giant glaring down at his relatively short frame. He felt small and shy in the presence of Madame Maxime, and he doesn't know why. Usually, when Harry is told he is a liar, he voices his thoughts immediately, but Maxime's imposing appearance stops him from speaking anything. He took his attention off of Maxime and focused on the rest of the conversation in the room until he and the champions were dismissed to return to their respective houses. The only helpful information for him was that the first task was on the 24th of November and was to test our courage in the face of the unknown.

Gryffindor Common Room

He gave the Fat Lady in the painting covering the entrance to the Gryffindor House common room the password to enter, Balderdash, and slowly walked through the small tunnel. Out of nowhere, he is grabbed roughly by Cormac Mclaggen, who pulls him to the center of the common room, where everyone waits for Harry. Harry looked around himself to see everyone was glaring at him. He kept his head down as he saw everyone surrounding him at the center.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Harry asked shyly as Ron approached Harry. Ron was almost a foot taller than Harry standing at an impressive 6'2". Harry looked up slowly and was about to say something to Ron but instead got a hard punch to the face. Harry felt blood splatter from his nose as he was sent tumbling down to the red and gold carpet that adorned the floor. Harry tried to cover up his bleeding nose but was stopped as he felt his best friend's foot kick his head hard. Harry felt tears pouring out as Ron kept beating his body.

After a minute or so of ruthless beating, Ron grabs Harry by the collar of his shirt and hoists him onto his feet. Harry tries to prepare for another hit to the face, but instead, Ron gives him a message, "You didn't bother telling any of us how to get passed the age line. You don't act like any of us Gryffindors. You lied and deceived all of us. You are a slimy Slytherin who wants to hog all the fame and glory for himself, leaving all of us at the bottom. Want to be like that? Fine, but now you're no longer allowed in this house. Go hang out with those disgusting snakes we all hate, take everything, and leave us."

At this, Ron pushed Harry towards the stairwell leading to their dorm rooms. He didn't think about anything else but packing all his belongings into his trunk and taking Hedwig's cage seeing as she was doing whatever owls do at night. As he was about to start walking out of the dorm, he heard clicks on the window next to his bed. He opened the window to see a beautiful Barn Owl with a letter in its mouth/beak. He took the letter from its mouth and watched it silently fly into the night. Harry ripped open the envelope containing the letter and began to read.

Dear Harry Potter

I apologize if I came out rude in our last encounter just an hour ago, but unfortunately, letters cannot express how we feel correctly. So I invite you to our carriage to speak with me about the tournament and the consequences of being a champion. Our champion, Ms. Delacour, will be outside your common room as you read this letter to escort you to me. Please accept this late invitation and come to get how I may have made you feel.

Sincerely Madame Olympe Maxime, Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Harry folded the letter back up and stuffed it into his robes as he took his trunk filled with his school supplies and personal property, took Hedwig's cage, and tied it down to his trunk. He walked down the stairs to the common room, where everyone was now going about their business, with some glaring at Harry. Harry didn't bother giving them the satisfaction by giving them a heated response and instead walked to the Fat Lady's portrait and walked out of Gryffindor House only to see Fleur Delacour leaning against a pillar across from the painting.

"I'm assuming my headmistress has let you know what's going on, yes?" Fleur was wearing her sky-blue uniform, looking at her nails. She looked up in surprise when she saw Harry with all his belongings being towed behind him. She was about to ask what was happening, but Harry knew what she would say and answered her unheard question.

"I have been kicked out of Gryffindor for acting like a 'Slimy Slytherin' just because I didn't tell anyone how I got my name to come out even though I didn't enter..." Harry said frustratingly as he waited on Fleur to lead him to the Beauxbatons carriage. Fleur said nothing as she took her wand, pointed it at Harry's nose, and quickly responded, "Episkey." At this, Harry felt his nose go back in place with bones snapping back together.

"Fleur! What the bloody hell was that?" Harry asked Fleur, who smiled at him and said nothing as she led him through the school to the carriage that housed the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic visitors.

Beauxbatons Carriage

Once they got to the carriage, Harry noticed that the trim was made of gold while the central part was a dark blue color with black tinted windows to keep those who were unwelcome from seeing what was inside. Fleur opened the door to the carriage, and the inside was beautiful. The interior felt like living in a French mansion. It had a large living room with light blue furniture and an oak wood table. A corridor on his left side had a dozen or so doors which he assumed were the living quarters and bathing rooms. On his right was another passage with fewer doors than the other.

One Beauxbatons student was sitting on one of the couches reading Victor Hugo's The Hunchback of Notre Dame. She looked up from her book to see Harry and Fleur at the entrance and waved at them, "Oh, hey Fleur, what's going on? Why's Potter here with his belongings?". She questioned, looking at Harry and his trunk.

"Madame Maxime wanted to speak with him for some reason, and Harry was kicked out of the house and just brought them here with him..." Fleur said as she led Harry to Maxime's office, which looked like Dumbledore's but was just on one level. With an oak wood desk and a globe next to it, along with dozens of paintings of old French artistry. He and Fleur heard humming behind a mist-covered glass door connected to the office.

Fleur knocked on the glass door and heard the humming stop, and Maxime answered, "Yes, who is it?". The half-giant questioned, already knowing who it could be on the other side of the glass door.

"It's me, Fleur. I'm here with Harry Potter like you asked." Fleur told Maxime, who responded, "You may go now, Ms. Delacour. I'll be out in a second to talk with him." At this, Fleur left the room as Harry sat in the incredibly soft and plush chair before Maxime's desk.

Harry sat there as he heard the glass door click open to show the large frame of Maxime. She was wearing a latex leotard swimsuit that seemed too small for her as her large breasts strained the material, and her vast ass fit snugly within the boundary of the latex. Her belly hung down a bit with her plump pussy encased in the latex, giving her Harry a good look at her fupa (if you don't know what that is, then look it up and find out). Her large fat legs led her to her seat behind her desk, and she bent forward lowly, giving Harry a glimpse of her cleavage. She sat at her desk and poured herself a Bordeaux Wine. She gave the wine a twirl in the glass and looked at Harry.

"Harry, I apologize for being rude to you in the Trophy Room earlier tonight. But you have to understand I won't let you or anyone take away Beauxbatons chance at winning this tournament; we are competitors. I hope you understand what I mean when I say this." Maxime said as she chugged her glass of wine, but instead of refilling it, she just decided to drink from the whole bottle.

"Yes, Madame..." Harry said quietly as he looked down at his feet, ashamed that he hadn't thought about it that way, and jumped to conclusions. He looked up in surprise to see Maxime chugging the entire bottle of wine, with some spilling down her chin onto her breasts.

She finished it with a burp, got out of her chair, and walked around her desk to stand before Harry. She looked down at him and glanced at his belongings, "Harry dear, why have you brought your belongings here?".

Harry stands up from his seat with tears in his eyes as he responds to the giant of a woman, "My house has kicked me out, and now I don't have anywhere to go to. I doubt I can go to Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore about the issue as they think I put my name in, so I brought them here instead". Maxime puts her hand on his shoulder as she takes Harry's trunk into her hands, takes it to her sizeable curtain-draped bed behind her desk, and sets it aside.

She walks back over to Harry, hugs him, smothering him into her sizeable latex-covered belly, and leads him to her bed. Maxime sets him down, undresses, and sees Harry watching her with a blush. Maxime looks down at Harry, expecting him to know what to do, but he doesn't. With a scoff, she walks back to the glass door and opens it to reveal a bathing room with a massive bathing pool filled with colorful bubbles.

"You should get undressed. It's not comfortable to wear clothes while bathing, you know." With that, she closes the door behind her with her going into the bathing pool, leaving Harry to his own devices. Harry starts to undress and looks into a mirror to see his feminine body. He had wide hips and a fat bubble butt of an ass with thick thighs and was pretty well endowed with an 8" long cock with some reasonably large balls for his age. He liked his body but did not enjoy what was on his back. Covering his back was whip marks due to the Dursleys. Whatever he did wrong, he was punished in some gruesome way.

He walked to the bathing room to see Maxime sitting on the other side of the pool, looking at him from a distance. She gazes at Harry's surprisingly feminine body as he enters the water and begs him over with her finger curling upwards. Harry goes to lie next to Maxime in the pool, but she brings him closer to her by having him lay across the front of her fat body as his head rests on her large breasts and the rest lays on her belly.

Maxime strokes Harry's body under the water with her hand going over his womanly legs and grabbing his fat ass. She starts rubbing his back but stops to see whip marks littering his abused back. At this, she takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and speaks, "You know Harry, if you want, you can stay with me. and come back to France with me. Would you like that, Harry?". She asks, genuinely curious as to what the answer will be.

Harry shyly speaks, "Maxime, I would like that very much, but I still want to learn here at Hogwarts. Sure, my friends in Gryffindor may hate me now, but I know they will grow out of it soon. I don't want to be in this tournament any more than you want me to, but I'm stuck in it until the end of the school year, so there's nothing I can do about it."

The half-giant giggles at Harry, who glances up at her, "Oh please dear, I'm sure we're passed the last name basis. How about you just call me Olympe, Mistress, or even... mommy". At this, Olympe dunks Harry completely underwater and lets him up after a few seconds. Harry gasps for air as he is about to question why she did that, but before he can, Olympe roughly grabs Harry's mop of hair and roughly kisses him on the lips forcing her large tongue into his mouth and down his throat.

"Oh Harry, your mouth tastes delicious. Now it's your turn to taste me. I know you'll come to enjoy my pussy soon. If not, then oh well, at least you're pleasuring your new mommy". Olympe forces him underwater, stuffing his face into her plump pussy with his entire face enveloped by it forcing him to drink her fluids. After around thirty seconds or so, he is let up by Olympe, who snaps a collar around his neck, causing him to pull on it. He sees a glowing blue leash attach itself to the collar and is forced out of the pool by the half-giant, who leads him to her oversized bed. She casts some spells across her room to prevent noise from getting out. She bends Harry over her desk, lubes up her hand, and tells him to spread his legs, who hesitantly does it.

She pushes some fingers up his rectum, which causes Harry to yelp in pain and Olympe to grin sinisterly. She puts in more and more of her fingers until it's her entire fist inside him. She then proceeds to pump her fist forward and backward, causing Harry to scream in pain due to the size of the fist. At the end of Harry's anal fisting, his anus was now stretched wide open, giving Olympe a good look at Harry's body. Olympe washed her hands and told Harry, who was still bent against the desk with tears running down his face, "You may or may not have entered this tournament, but that doesn't mean I can't make it difficult for you to compete in the tournament. From now on. I control your life, so you better get used to it".

She was about to tell Harry to get into her bed when she smelled piss and looked down to see Harry had soiled himself. Olympe scrunches her nose in disgust and goes to her massive closet connected to her office back at Beauxbatons, where she keeps her kinky toys and fetishes stored in case she wants someone for herself. She got out some powder, oil, a thick diaper, and white with pink striped thigh-high socks. She placed Harry on her bed, spelled away his piss, and started pampering him.

As she padded him up, she told him something about herself, "I've always wanted a child or someone to love me, but unfortunately, I can't because I am sterile, and no one would want to be with me. But now that I have you, I can have both with no consequences whatsoever. Last night when we arrived at Hogwarts, I looked at you because I knew you would be mine and only mine for the rest of your life. I know you'll come to love me, seeing as you can only depend on me to give you the proper love you deserve". She finished padding him up in the thick diaper that spread his legs apart and started putting on the thigh-high socks to cover his legs.

She finished her work and helped him from the bed, only to have him tumble with a thud. Olympe looked pleased with this, "Oh, sorry dear, I forgot to mention that whenever you're in here with me, your body won't let you walk, only crawl like a baby, my baby. And don't forget; babies tend to mess themselves daily, so expect that from now on."

She lifted Harry's feminine body into her arms, pulled back the covers and blankets on her bed, and moved Harry into bed by removing the covers and blankets to them. She heard her baby's stomach growl and saw that he started blushing at that and came up with an idea. She created this spell a long time ago in case she decided to adopt a baby, but now she has one in the form of a feminine male teenager. She whispered her spell, "Lait maternel des mères!". This spell caused her breasts to grow bigger and bigger to produce large amounts of breastmilk for her new baby. Her breasts went from 76G to 108O, a massive leap.

"Oh, it seems like my baby Harry is thirsty. Maybe you'll like some of my milk." Harry looked at the large milk-filled breasts, licked his lips, and started suckling as much milk as he could before he was full. Olympe watched as Harry drank more and more until he passed out with his mouth still on her nipple and slept on top of her. Olympe knew Harry would have to compete seriously somehow in the tournament; otherwise, the binding contract that came with the tournament would take his magic for not taking the tournament seriously. She would have to keep Harry in the dark about the first task because he is still a champion in another school, and she has to get Fleur to win the tournament for her school.

At least she could have fun with her Harry on the sidelines. That's a plus.

Chapter 3: Of Skeeter and Dragons

November 13th, Potions Classroom

Today was November 13th and it started badly for Harry, he still felt sore and squeamish about what Maxime has done to him two weeks ago. Maxime hasn't done anything else to him besides embarrassing him along with the girls of Beauxbatons. Speaking of that, Gabrielle, Fleur's little sister turns out to be a creepy pervert. Whenever and wherever their in the same vicinity as each other, she takes every chance to sexually harass him. With Harry now having to live with Maxime and her girls in their carriage, he now sits with them at the Ravenclaw table during meals. Gabrielle would take every chance to sit next to him and kiss him, grab his ass, caress his bulge in his pants, and many other things. All of the girls from Beauxbatons knew of this and just played it off as young love. Currently, he had potions with the ever so greasy git; Snape, and his Slytherins.

Colin Creevy, a third-year Gryffindor that is known for being a photographer and a major fanboy of Harry Potter. Came down to the potions classroom to bring Harry to a mandatory ceremony. After some arguing and correcting between a heated Snape and naive Colin, Harry was excused from potions for the day and went with the annoying third-year.

Wand Weighing Ceremony

“Ah, here he is! Champion number four! If you come, Harry, in you come . . . nothing to worry about, it’s just the wand weighing ceremony, the rest of the judges will be here in a moment —”

“Wand weighing?” Harry repeated nervously.

“We have to check that your wands are fully functional, no problems, you know, as they’re your most important tools in the tasks ahead,” said Bagman.

“The expert’s upstairs now with Dumbledore. And then there’s going to be a little photoshoot. This is Rita Skeeter,” he added, gesturing toward the witch in robes. She was a pretty plump woman that was taller than him by an inch. She appeared to be in her mid 40's and had brunette hair with tan skin. Her outfit was a green leather robe with black fur cuffs that showed off her plump bodily curves with magenta latex thigh-high boots. She was standing next to a tall dopey looking guy with a scraggly beard with an old camera and tripod.

(Sofia Rose but with the outfit described)

“She’s doing a small piece on the tournament for the Daily Prophet. . . .”

“Maybe not that small, Ludo,” said Rita Skeeter, her eyes on Harry.

Her brunette hair was long and had a slight curve at the bottom and had a beautifully smooth face with full lips. She wore jeweled spectacles. The thick fingers clutching her crocodile-skin handbag ended in two-inch nails, painted wine-red.

“I wonder if I could have a little word with Harry before we start?” She said to Bagman, but still gazing fixedly at Harry and licking her lips. “The youngest champion, you know . . . to add a bit of color?”

“Certainly!” cried Bagman. “That is — if Harry has no objection?”

“Er —” said Harry.

“Lovely,” said Rita Skeeter, and in a second, her scarlet-taloned fingers had Harry’s upper arm in a surprisingly strong grip, and she was steering him out of the room again and opening a nearby door.

“We don’t want to be in there with all that noise,” she said. “Let’s see . . . ah, yes, this is nice and cozy.”

It was a broom cupboard. Harry stared at her.

“Come along, dear — that’s right — lovely,” said Rita Skeeter again, perching herself precariously upon an upturned bucket, pushing Harry down onto a cardboard box, and closing the door, throwing them into darkness.

“Let’s see now . . .” She unsnapped her crocodile-skin handbag and pulled out a handful of candles, which she lit with a wave of her wand and magicked into midair so that they could see what they were doing.

“You won’t mind, Harry, if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill? It leaves me free to talk to you normally. . . .”

“A what?” said Harry.

Rita smirked and thought to herself, 'Does this idiotic boy not know anything about this world? Oh well, I guess I should use his naivety to suit my needs.

Rita Skeeter’s smile widened. Harry counted three gold teeth. She reached again into her crocodile bag and drew out a long acid-green quill and a roll of parchment, which she stretched out between them on a crate of Mrs. Skower’s All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover. She put the tip of the green quill into her mouth, sucked it for a moment with apparent relish, then placed it upright on the parchment, where it stood balanced on its point, quivering slightly.

“Testing . . . my name is Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet reporter.”

Harry looked down quickly at the quill. The moment Rita Skeeter had spoken, the green quill had started to scribble, skidding across the parchment:

Attractive blonde Rita Skeeter, forty-three, whose savage
quill has punctured many inflated reputations — 

“Lovely,” said Rita Skeeter, yet again, and she ripped the top piece of parchment off crumpled it up, and stuffed it into her handbag. Now she leaned toward Harry and said, “So, Harry . . . what made you decide to enter the Triwizard Tournament?”

“Er —” said Harry again, but he was distracted by the quill. Even though he wasn’t speaking, it was dashing across the parchment, and in its wake, he could make out a fresh sentence:

An ugly scar, a souvenir of a tragic past, disfigures the
otherwise charming face of Harry Potter, whose eyes — 

“Ignore the quill, Harry,” said Rita Skeeter firmly. Reluctantly, Harry looked up at her instead. “Now — why did you decide to enter the tournament, Harry?”

“I didn’t,” said Harry. “I don’t know how my name got into the Goblet of Fire. I didn’t put it in there.”

Rita Skeeter raised one heavily penciled eyebrow. “Come now, Harry, there’s no need to be scared of getting into trouble. We all know you shouldn’t have entered at all. But don’t worry about that. Our readers love a rebel.”

“But I didn’t enter,” Harry repeated. “I don’t know who —”

“How do you feel about the tasks ahead?” said Rita Skeeter. “Excited? Nervous?”

“I haven’t thought . . . yeah, nervous, I suppose,” said Harry. His insides squirmed uncomfortably as he spoke.

“Champions have died in the past, haven’t they?” said Rita Skeeter briskly. “Have you thought about that at all?”

“Well . . . they say it’s going to be a lot safer this year,” said Harry. The quill whizzed across the parchment between them, back and forward as though it were skating.

“Of course, you’ve looked death in the face before, haven’t you?” said Rita Skeeter, watching him closely. “How would you say that’s affected you?”

“Er,” said Harry, yet again.

“Do you think that the trauma in your past might have made you keen to prove yourself? To live up to your name? Do you think that perhaps you were tempted to enter the Triwizard Tournament because —”

“I didn’t enter,” said Harry, starting to feel irritated.

“Can you remember your parents at all?” said Rita Skeeter, talking over him.

“No,” said Harry.

“How do you think they’d feel if they knew you were competing in the Triwizard Tournament? Proud? Worried? Angry?”

Harry was feeling annoyed now. How on earth was he to know how his parents would feel if they were alive? He could feel Rita Skeeter was watching him very intently. Frowning, he avoided her gaze and looked down at words the quill had just written:

Tears fill those startling green eyes as our conversation
turns to the parents he can barely remember.

“I have NOT got tears in my eyes!” said Harry loudly.

Rita looked on with satisfaction at getting a rise out of the boy, this was going exactly as planned. Deciding to up the ante, she transfigured the cardboard box that Harry was sitting on into a comfortable La-Z-Boy Recliner. Harry didn't know what was going on but he didn't like the feeling that he was getting in his stomach. Rita pushed Harry into the recliner gave Harry a view of her massive cleavage and greedily kissed him. She tried to get into Harry's pants to get his cock but he was resisting her the entire time, Harry tried pushing her off of him but she was way stronger than him. Before Rita could get any further in her advances, the door slammed open to reveal Madame Maxime bending down staring at the two.

Rita hurriedly got off of Harry and straightened herself up making Harry get out of the chair. Maxine let Harry pass her as he rejoined the others and smirked at the reporter making her confused.

"Miss Skeeter, if you wish to have some fun with Harry, then come by the carriage anytime and you'll be let in." Rita now understood that Maxine was inviting her to have hot naughty sex with the boy. She smiled back at the half-giant and beckoned for the next champion to come in.

Time passed and all of the champions have been interviewed by the lustful Rita Skeeter and everyone got group photos taken together. Harry just wanted to be out of the room as soon as possible. He didn't want to be in the same room with Rita Skeeter and Madame Maxime but he had no choice.

Later that night

Harry was sitting in the living room of the carriage doing some homework for Transfiguration when out of nowhere, he saw a Patronus of a Grim outside the window. Recognizing it as Sirius's Grim form, he got up and went up to Fleur who was reading a book on the furniture.

"Hey Fleur, could you tell the headmistress that I'm going to step out for a few minutes? I need some fresh air." He said as Fleur nodded and stood up from her spot and made her way to Maxine's office and room to inform her of Harry's whereabouts.

Harry stepped out of the carriage and went around it to see Sirius's Patronus, he went up to it and waited for a response.

The Patronus opened its mouth and it spoke, "Harry, I have been unable to contact you so I sent my Grim to find you. What happened, why are you part of the tournament? You're not even of age. Whenever possible, go to a fireplace and floo, and if you can't do that then send your Patronus to send your message so that we can meet up. I would like to talk to you regarding the tournament and to catch up on the 13 years I missed."

With that, the Patronus dissipated leaving Harry out on the grounds alone. He thought of a message to explain his situation but before he could he heard a faked clearing of the throat behind him. He turned around to see the massive body of Madame Maxime wearing nothing but a black bikini and bra. Harry looks down thinking he was going to be in trouble communicating with Sirius. This wasn't the case however, Maxime has always thought that Sirius couldn't have betrayed the Potters, It didn't seem like something he would do. That man hated anything regarding his family and anyone that was a Slytherin. There's no way he would've spilled his guts to the dark lord on where the Potters were hiding.

"Don't worry Harry, I know Black is innocent so you don't have to be afraid that I know of your relationship with him. Go ahead and send him your message and mine will follow  to send my message." Maxime said as she brought out her wand from between her cleavage in her bra.

Harry seemed relieved knowing that his secret is safe with Maxime. He started casting his Patronus and a white stag appeared from thin air. Harry took a deep breath and gave his message.

"I have been entered in the tournament without my knowledge and consent and have no wish to attend. It's either I participate in it or I lose my magic so I can't risk it. You probably haven't been able to contact me since I have been kicked out of Gryffindor and I now live with the guests from Beauxbatons. Everyone besides the girls I now live with thinks I have stolen the spotlight from the real Hogwarts champion; Cedric Diggory. Now they have made it their goal to screw me over no matter what. I want to see you again soon as I would love to talk about certain things with you." That was the end of Harrys' message and with that, the stag bowed its head and started galloping at full speed to wherever Sirius could be.

With that out of the way, Maxime summoned her Patronus which turned out to be a large feline with a pufferfish-like neck. This creature was called a Nundu and was by far one of the most dangerous magical creatures. She gave her message which was short and brief.

"I am Madame Olympe Maxime, headmistress of Beauxbatons. I am responsible for Harry's health in this difficult time and I would very much like to meet you. Don't be alarmed as I know you're innocent in all this. If you want to meet us, then come by our carriage on the Hogwarts grounds at whatever date." Right as she was done, the creature ran full sprint to catch up with the stag.

"Thank you Max- I mean mommy for not ratting Sirius out. He's all the family I have left." That was what Harry said as he put his wand away just staring off into the direction that both of their Patronus ran.

Maxime walked up to Harry standing in front of him blocking his previous view. She wrapped her arms around Harry and brought him closer to her body. He was pressed up against her large belly and subconsciously started hugging her back bringing the two closer. Maxime smiled a bit as Harry was becoming more comfortable around her thanks to her trusting in Harry's relationship with his godfather.

"Well my dear, it's time to head back inside. You got class tomorrow and you need those good eight hours of sleep beside me keeping you warm. Would you like that?" Olympe said as she lifted the boy into her arms with him resting his head into her pillowy breasts.

Harry blushed as he thought that the last few words were not necessary but answered nonetheless, "Yes mommy, I would like that very much".

With that, they both went back into the carriage wanting to get a good night's rest.

A few Days Later

Harry was on his way back to the carriage after a harsh beating down by the lake done by Ron and Hermione. At first, it seemed like Hermione was trying to communicate something to him from Ron from Hagrid, this instead made Harry more confused. This, however, got heated quickly as Hermione stated angrily that she is not an owl especially Harry's. All he got out of the message was that Hagrid wanted to meet him tonight at his place but was to tell no one.

He walked into the carriage sporting a bloody nose and went to the bathroom to wash up for tonight. Luckily no one was around in the carriage beside him at the moment so he took this as a chance to finally be away from that pervert girl for a few hours.

That Night

Harry decided to sneak out of the carriage that night before everyone came back from dinner. He went down to Hagrids hut and saw him waiting for him. Harry walked up to him and made his presence known.

"Hagrid, you wanted to see me?" Harry said as he clung to his cloak in the cold.

"Yes Harry, come with me. There's something I need to show you." With that, the both of them went into the forbidden forest with Harry in suspense as to what his first friend in the magical world could want to show him.

They walked for a few minutes and the both of them went behind a bush as they heard a deafening roar in the woods near them. Hagrid and Harry looked through the bush to see a few dragons in some cages being wrangled by some wizards. Harry looked on in shock hoping this isn't what he thinks it is.

"Dragons!? The first task is dragons!?" Harry said angrily as he doesn't know the first thing how to defend himself against one.

"Yeah, this is what I wanted to show you tonight. The task is a few days away and you need to figure something out quickly. I want you to be careful, can you promise me that lad?" Hagrid said as he saw Harry nod in all seriousness. This made the groundskeeper smile and he pats the child's shoulder in support of him.

Knowing their business in the woods was done, they went out of the forest with them splitting ways at Hagrid's Hut.

Beauxbatons Carriage

Harry quietly opened the door to the carriage and went on inside careful not to wake anyone. As soon as he closed the door his gaze was brought to the angry face of Maxime. She looked livid as Harry did something very stupid in thinking he can just sneak out whenever he wants, oh how wrong he was.

"Where were you tonight?" Said Maxime as she had her arms across her chest.

Harry did not answer as he didn't know what to say. All he could do was look down in shame betraying her trust in him that he won't do anything stupid. He looked up to his mommy but that was a big mistake not answering her.

Without warning, she backhanded him across the face sending him to the ground clutching his cheek. Before he could do or say anything, he was forced to stand as he was brought over into Maxime's room. She pushed Harry into the front of her desk and locked the door behind her.

She said one simple yet terrifying word, "Strip."

Harry shook his head signifying his answer.

She walked up to him to where she was staring almost directly down at him. She ordered him to strip again only to get the same answer. Furious at his defiance, she backhanded him again but harder causing Harry to yelp in pain. She then forced him to look directly up at her and order again. But this time was a lot worse than before.

"STRIP!" She yelled out at Harry as he gained tears in his eyes and started shakily taking off all of his clothes and his glasses.

He stood there naked knowing he did this to himself, all he had to do was inform one of the girls or Maxime on where he was going. But he was too stupid to even do something as simple as that. And now, he's being punished for his misjudgment. He was led over to the large bed and was forced to lay on his stomach and take his punishment.

Before she could start whatever she was going to do to him Harry started talking, "Mommy, I'm sorry for not letting you or the other know where I went. Hagrid wanted to show me something and I thought I could at least go to him and get back before everyone got back from dinner. Please, I won't do it again, just don't punish me".

Maxime accepted his answer with her own, "Thank you for telling me the truth and letting me know where you were. But you're still being punished as children like you need to be handled in certain ways to get the adults point across".

Then started the punishment, Harry yelped as he was spanked hard. More tears came out of his eyes as his painful yelps increased the more spankings he got. It was a solid two minutes of stinging pain across his bottom that was now red and tender. Harry could no longer speak as he hoped that the punishment was done.

"To make sure that this lesson sticks, I will mark you with this as a way to remind you what happens when you disobey me and a way to keep track of you. This mark will let me know wherever you are at all times."

Harry looked up slightly at the mirror that was on the wall behind the bed. He saw that the tip of her wand was glowing a bright red now making his fear go through the roof. He tried to speak but was stopped as he felt a searing pain on his ass and started crying out loudly in pain. It felt as if a hot knife was carving something into his butt.

She finished with the branding that was in the shape of her family's coat of arms. She put away her wand and carefully took Harry into bed with her. Harry was huddled into her body, his head buried into his mommy's breast wanting to forget about the pain but unable to.

Maxime soothed Harry by petting his head and spoke in a soft motherly tone, "Baby, I did this as a way to show that I care for you. I let you live with me and the girls as a sign of kindness and I need you to give us the same treatment and respect. You are now my responsibility and I take care of my children like a proper parent or guardian. Just don't do anything that'll make me angry at you again. Do you understand, my little Harry?".

Harry spoke with a sore voice due to his screaming in pain, "Yes mommy, I understand".

Thankful for his understanding, she turned off the lights in the room and went to sleep with Harry buried in her protective embrace. 

Chapter 4: Maxime and Skeeter's Big Surprise for Harry

November 15th, Hogwarts Great Hall

Harry was currently sitting alongside the girls of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic at the Ravenclaw table for dinner. The girls were chatting about themselves along with the occasional question from a Ravenclaw, to which they answered happily. As Harry was slowly eating off of his plate full of smoked ham with brown sugar glaze, mashed potatoes, and biscuits with a goblet of juice to wash it all down. He took a drink from his goblet but not before seeing that one of the girls was missing. He looked around and saw that Fleur and her friends were present but her younger sister was not present. This created a pit in Harry's stomach, it wasn't a good sign if Gabrielle's location wasn't known to Harry. He's been trying to avoid Gabrielle by any means possible, that girl was a major pervert and kind of scary when she had you in her grasp. Maxime was also gone from the front table but the girls told him that she was meeting someone.

"Hey Fleur, where's your sister, Gabrielle?" Harry asked the female champion sitting across from him.

Fleur swallowed her food before answering, "oh she's around". She says with a slight smirk and winking at Harry.

Harry rose an eyebrow at her answer which didn't help calm his nerves. He lifted his goblet to his mouth but stopped suddenly because he felt something or someone opens his trousers from under the table. Fearing for seeing who it could be even though he had an idea of who it was. He looked under the table to see Gabrielle Delacour in all of her glory. Gabrielle was on her hands and knees giving him a face that was full of lust. She wasn't wearing her Beauxbatons gown but was instead wearing a blue silk one-piece swimsuit for some reason as it was cold outside. The swimsuit hugged against her full and plump body showing off all of the curves that she inherited from her Veela ancestry. What truly worried Harry was the fact that he felt himself grow a hard-on by her showing off her cleavage and large breasts.

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"Hi Harry, how's your meal?" She says looking at Harry then looking down at his growing bulge.

Harry didn't know how to answer that as he was distracted by her curvy body and felt a growing urge to submit to her, 'Damn, must be her Veela side'. "Yeah, it's good, why are you down under the table?" He hated but also loved the feeling of her allure affecting his mind. He can't let it take full effect or else he'll be in trouble for fucking her in the great hall.

"Oh, the food tonight wasn't that great so I thought maybe I can get a better, more filling meal from a trustworthy provider." She says the last word with passion as she blasts some of her allure towards Harry some more, watching as Harry's cock is practically begging to be let out.

Harry at this moment knew as to what she wanted from him, he felt himself sweat a bit as he struggles to figure out how to go about this. He looked up from under the table to see the girls giggling towards him making him think that they already knew what's going on.

"Harry?" He looks towards Fleur as she takes a piece of beef from her bourguignon dish, "You should probably give her what she wants, she can be very demanding and punishing towards those that don't give her what her Veela side desires".

She takes a bite of her beef and swallows, "Even if you didn't do as she says, she'll just go to Maxime and she'll force you to do as Gabrielle says in front of all of us girls in the carriage. Trust me, Harry you don't have an actual choice in the matter".

Harry hated that she was right about his entire situation. He didn't want to give what Gabrielle wanted but he may have to. She has always had obsessive and lustful fantasies of him giving her whatever she wanted from him. At least that's from what Maxime has told him after Gabrielle forced him to kiss her and grab a handful of her ass after pushing him into a wall with her Veela/human strength.

Harry exhaled and looked back under the table again to see Gabrielle looking a bit impatient. He looked around making sure no one from the other tables was paying him any mind, his mind eased slightly at this.

"Ok Gabrielle, let's just get this over with." Harry said as he covered his body more with his cloak and took out his 8" long cock with his apple-sized balls full of his seed. To everyone, he was just mind-numbingly looking down but to Harry and the girls of Beauxbatons, he was making sure that he does everything Gabrielle instructed of him.

She licked her lips at seeing his meaty cock, it made her quiver in anticipation. She positioned herself between Harry's legs and snaked her hands into his trousers until her hands were full of his fat feminine ass. She felt Potter harden even more at the feeling of her cold hands grasping his ass. She took his cock into her mouth and started doing the motions by going back and forth taking his cock more and more into her mouth trying to get his delicious seed. A few minutes go by as she keeps on going at it and Harry just feels himself needing to cum more and more as time goes by.

"Gabrielle, I feel it coming," Harry says quietly to her to make sure no one hears what's going on despite the popping sound that goes with Gabrielle sucking him off. Right after he says that he feels himself release his hot cum in Gabrielle's mouth, down her throat, and into her stomach. As this happened, Gabrielle swallowed every last drop of seed and started playing with Harry's butt making him tingle. She felt herself fill up with hot cum giving her a full stomach making her belly bloat out more. As Harry was finished, Fleur's sister licked him clean and took her hands back out of her trousers, and button them up for him.

He looked under to see that Gabrielle pulled out her wand from her cleavage and spelled her uniform to dress her instantly. With that, Fleur helped her sister up from under the table and moved over a bit to give her younger sister a seat. The younger of the two dusted herself off to look more presentable and used a napkin to clean off any leftover cum from her lips.

"Oh boy, that was filling. Thank you Harry for that delicious meal that you provided me with." She said as she smirked at Harry who seemed too tired to deal with any more harassment from the girls today. Instead of making a big deal out of it and complaining, he just nodded and went back to his meal until dinner ended.

After Dinner

After dinner and Dumbledore released the students and delegates to return to their dormitories to rest. Harry was led by the girls with Fleur and Gabrielle wrapping their arms around his with him unwilling about it. They got to the part of the grounds where their carriage was situated and went inside with the girls heading into their rooms and Harry going to Maxime's office/room. He opened the door to see Maxime sitting behind her desk with someone in a chair. The person in the chair turned around in the chair to see who it was and it turned out to be Rita Skeeter. The lady from the Daily Prophet that tried molesting him a few days ago at the W.O.T.W.

"Oh, Harry nice to see you back from dinner. How was it?" Maxime said as she got out of her seat and walked around her desk to show off her large body wearing a latex bikini and wrapped him in a hug.

"It was ok other than the fact that Gabrielle used me as her meal." Harry said hugging back knowing that she wouldn't have let him go unless he returned the gesture.

"Well, that must've been quite nice for her but I am in a meeting with Ms. Skeeter here right now. So can you just wait outside that I may finish my meeting?" She said laying her hand on his cheek smiling a bit as she feels Harry instinctively lean into her touch knowing that her influence in his life recently has given the both of them something they wanted. Despite having to deal with certain demands and wants from the girls and his Mistress/Mommy, he still got something out of it. Maxime wants a child to care for and shower with her love and Harry wants a loving mother figure that takes care of him instead of him having to be the adult all of the time.

"Yeah, sure." Harry said as he walked back through the door and closed it shut leaving the two ladies along once again. Maxime sat on top of her desk crossing her legs as she looked at Rita Skeeter that still sat in her seat and hasn't moved since. Skeeter seemed to be deep in thought about what they discussed earlier before Harry came in unannounced.

"Are you sure Ms. Skeeter that you want to take this potion?" Maxime asked as she got out two pink-colored potions and handed one to Rita who grabbed it and gazed at it.

"If it means I can have your kind of fun, relieving stress, making some juicy stories from Potter, and no longer being all-female, then I gladly accept it." At this, the two take off the cap of the two potions and drank both of the potions until not a single drop was left.

"How long does this potion take full effect exactly? And how are we supposed to hide our new part?" Rita asks as she grabs her coat and puts it on getting ready to leave.

"A simple glamour will suffice, maybe some thick clothing or don't even try and hide it, no one pays attention that much anyway. Also, it comes into effect exactly one day before the First Task, once the results are finished, then come back here and the fun can begin." Maxime said as she walked over to her office door and opened it showing Harry sitting on the waiting bench.

"Of course, thank you for everything Madame Maxime." Rita said as she shook the other hand and made her way out of the carriage apparating once outside of Hogwarts wards.

Harry was led back into the room and unclothed himself and prepared to put on some sleepwear but was stopped by the half-giant. She was also naked and led him over to the bed and they both got under the comforter and Harry snuggled against the large and plump body of his mistress. Maxime pulled him into her grasp, his head laying into her breasts, and listened to the slow and steady pace of Harry's breathing.

"what was it that you two discussed?" Harry asked looking up towards her as she takes his glasses off of his face and sets them on the nightstand.

"Nothing that you need to be concerned about at the moment dear." Maxime stated as she stroked the hair on top of Harry's head and watched as he fell asleep in her hold. She giggled inwardly at the fact that Harry is really going to be her little bitch now.

November 23, Day Before the Task

Maxime was in her office doing some paperwork while the others were at dinner until she heard a knock on the door. She went over and opened it which was revealed to be Rita Skeeter once again. She let her in and poured her some wine as she sat in the plush chair in front of the headmistress's desk.

"So how did the potion go Ms. Skeeter?" Maxime said taking a sip from her wine-filled goblet with a slight smile on her face.

"Oh, it was so intoxicating. I just can't get enough of my new body." Rita says as she unbuttons her dress and discards it onto the floor showing the half-giant her new attributes. Maxime looked on amazed at the size of her new best friend. It was quite large for a human but not as large as hers.

"Oh my, well that looks like a pretty nice to have. But you need to see this." Maxime slipped out of her dress, making Ms. Skeeter look upon in awe at the complete monster that was now part of the half-giant. Rita looked down at her size and was a bit jealous even though Maxime was bigger than she was in every way.

"Well, I'll admit, I am a bit jealous that your appendage is larger than mine but I won't complain as mine does give me lots of pleasure." Maxime watched as she fondled her appendage with her soft hands and went to grab the outfits she made for the two. She came back with two black boxes and set them on the desk. Rita looked on in wonder and opened the smaller box and dangled the outfit in front of herself.

"Maxime, isn't this a bit small for someone of my size?" Rita questioned as she saw that the other's outfit was also smaller and wondered if she made a mistake in their measurements.

"Oh heavens no. I designed these myself, they're supposed to be like that. That way, they hug our body like a second skin. On another note, I spelled that so that they change to the size of the wearer. This means that if you lose or gain weight, the outfit will simply change its size to your body. Now stop staring and let's put these on so that when Harry comes back from dinner we can have our fun." Maxime says excitedly as she starts dressing herself in the outfit that she made.

Rita gives in and started putting on the outfit alongside the other person in the room. She noticed immediately that it clung to her body not leaving any room for creases to ruin the outfit. Her curvaceous and voluptuous body filled the entire suit and even though it acted like a second skin, it was tight and just made her look even more big and plump. To which she liked immensely. The suits covered their new appendages completely not allowing the skin to be shown.

After Dinner, Beauxbatons Carriage

Harry and the girls came back from dinner with Harry wanting to rest for the task tomorrow, Fleur stood by Harry as the others went to their rooms to prepare for tomorrow's task. They told each other "Good luck" and went their separate ways for tonight. Fleur went to her shared room with Gabrielle while Harry went to his and Maxime's room intent on sleeping within his mistress's hold. He opened the door to the room and closed it behind him hanging his robe on the coat hanger. Harry went to his trunk and begin undressing not noticing the two females in the room that walked up to him silently from behind. He was about to put on some sleepwear that Maxime made for him but stopped when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder from behind. He turned around to see his mistress and Rita Skeeter wearing some latex outfits.

"Hey, what's going on?" Harry said as he looked at the two and looked down in shock to see them sport massive bulges under their outfits. Maxime hands him a potion and tells him to drink it, to which he does.

"What was that potion for?" Harry asked wanting to know what he just put in his body.

"Oh nothing special, just a precaution so that your body isn't torn from the inside." Maxime says as both of the girls in the room take the zipper that was put on the bottom piece that covered their parts. They zipped their suits open to reveal two large cocks and two sets of large balls full of cum. Rita Skeeter's cock was a huge 12" inches long with a thickness of 4" inches with coconut-sized balls, Maxime's was by far larger and fatter than the other lady's. Her cock was a massive 24" inches long with an 8" inch thickness and watermelon-sized balls that looked like they can be used as wrecking balls if used properly.

"Wh-what do you mean by that?!" Harry asked a bit scared as he backed into the dresser with the two taking steps towards him. He wanted to get away right now but couldn't as the two blocked his path to the door. Maxime grabs ahold of him and practically throws him onto the bed turning him onto his stomach and forcing his legs apart. Rita went onto the other side of the bed with Harry looking in her direction in fear.

"The human body can only stretch so much by having anal or oral sex, this potion was just so that you are not critically injured or in any case. Dead due to our cocks tearing your body up from the inside. You're still going to feel pain but you are not going to die so don't worry." Maxime says as the two got onto the bed with Harry. Maxime laying against the headboard, legs spread with her massively heavy balls between her thick thighs and her fat cock full mast twitching with every movement. She took Harry's body and lined up her cock his her boy's anus between his fat, feminine ass cheeks. Rita positioned herself to Harry's head and waited for Maxime's signal.

"L-look, can we do this after the task tomorrow? I really don't want to be sore fighting the dragon." Harry says the last word accidentally as Maxime spanks him hard causing him to scream out in pain causing his mouth to open. Rita took this opportunity to stuff her cock into his mouth with Harry trying to remove it as it took up his entire mouth. Harry starts tearing up and Rita notices this and swipes the tear away that went down his cheek.

"Oh, tearing up already? We haven't even started yet. But I guess we should start now since one hole is already stuffed full of cock ready to be filled with our hot cum." Rita says wickedly as she fondles her heavy balls, wanting to fill the Potter heir with her entire meat.

"I agree wholeheartedly that we should just begin right now." Maxime says as she pushes her cock's head against the boy's anus. Harry at this point knows that he can't fight anymore and just accepts that even though he has a new loving life with Maxime, he'll just be her fuck toy.

Maxime pushes Harry's body more onto her dick making her meat go in causing Harry to give off a muffled scream thanks to the intense size that invaded his body. Harry thought this was crazy, Maxime hasn't even stuffed it in all of the ways and it already feels like he's being impaled. As Harry was being impaled by the massive cock, Rita was face fucking him with her cock going deep into his throat cutting off his air supply. Maxime goes deeper and deeper into Harry as her fat cock fills his entire being. He couldn't pay attention to anything as Skeeter's balls were slapping his face making him unwillingly smell her musk making him gag. This goes on for a while as the two filling Harry could feel themselves getting close to releasing their hot cum down inside of him.

"Oh, I can feel it. I'm getting so close!" Maxime says gritting her teeth as she stuffs him more, going faster and harder until the base of her cock hits his ass and keeps going.

"I can feel it as well! It's going to feel so good fattening him up with our seed!" Rita says as she also goes faster and harder on Harry feeling like she's about to burst as the two using Harry as a cum dumpster start working up a sweat.

"I can't hold it in anymore!" Maxime moans out in pleasure as she slams Harry onto the base of her dick one more time before she fills his ass with her hot cum. Skeeter does the same and blows her load down his throat making him swallow as to not flood his throat in cum. It didn't help him as he felt his stomach expand painfully as it was overflowing with hot cum. Rita then pulls out of Harry's cum filled mouth and tries to swallow the thick, white substance. Maxime's load doesn't stop until a minute later and pulls out afterward. Maxime takes her wand and spells the cum to be kept inside of Harry puts her wand back in between her cleavage. Harry lays back against his mistress unaware that his head wasn't laying on her belly or her breasts but her large balls, using them as a headrest.

Now Harry just slows his breath and eventually falls asleep laying on his mistress's massive balls. Rita crawls over to Maxime and stares hungrily at her wet dick. Maxime looks on at the reporter and beckons her forward. Skeeter follows her beckoning and lays next to her large body.

"If you want a taste of me, then you'll have to give me breasts some attention first. Also, since we became friends, how about you just call me Olympe from now on." Olympe says as she takes her breast out that seemed to flow warm milk out of her sensitive nipples. Rita's stomach growled at this making her clasp her mouth into the Half-Giant's breast and start drinking. It was warm and creamy and she was determined to drink all of her milk so that she can ride the 24" inch long monster of a cock.

30 minutes have passed and Rita Skeeter now lays tiredly against Olympe. She feels her already plump belly get bigger thanks to all of the milk and cum her body took inside of her. Olympe moves Harry's body so that he's laying between the two smothered between the two sets of huge breasts. Olympe covers the three of them with a warm blanket and pulls the filled witch and wizard against her warm and fat body with her arms and gives them warmth.

"See you two tomorrow." Olympe says quietly to the two laying into her body and eventually falls asleep as well as to mentally prepare for the first task tomorrow.

Chapter 5: Harry Faces the Horntail

November 24, Beauxbatons Carriage

The carriage housing the delegates from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was quiet in the morning, no one has woken up as of yet. A light moan was heard in the Headmistresses bedroom but it wasn't a moan from sex but one in pain. The room is shown to be quiet on the inside with the only light available being the magic chandeliers dimmed so that they are not at maximum brightness. The bed was occupied by three people, one being Rita Skeeter. A British witch and journalist who specialized in writing poison-pen stories. These stories tended to be based on false information and misreported interviews while she worked for the Daily Prophet, as well authoring a few tell-all biographies. Another was Madame Olympe Maxime who was a French Half-Giant that was the Headmistress to the girls of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. The last person in the bed was the one moaning in pain and that was Harry Potter.

Harry Potter was currently holding his bloated stomach full of Olympe's and Skeeter's cum from last night. His anus and throat were stretched like crazy from their massive cocks. He was laying between the two of them with Olympe's arm wrapped around her midsection and another grasping her full ass in her giant hands. Harry was trapped on both sides with his face stuffed into one of Olympe's breasts. Harry was really warm in bed with the cum inside of his body, trapped between two latex-clad BBWs, and having a large fluffy blanket over them.

Harry tried to move his hand not covering his stomach and tried waking up his mistress by shaking her awake. He moved his hand up to her shoulder and shook it, "Mommy, wake up, the First Task is today..." He managed to wake her up as her beautiful brown eyes were open and gazing down at him.

She looked down at the boy that was stuffed between her and Rita Skeeter's body. She smiled warmly as she shook Rita trying to get her to wake up.

Rita woke up but more tiredly as she held her full belly from last night, "Oh Merlin, what time is it?" She rubbed her eyes as she rolled over in the large bed and uncovered the blanket from on top of her curvy body. She sat at the edge of the bed rubbing her latex-covered belly still feeling the warm cum and milk inside jiggling around.

"It is currently 6:30 AM. Breakfast doesn't start for another 90 minutes." Olympe told her new friend and lover as she also got up out of bed with Harry behind her. The two girls now futanari slipped off their latex outfits and led Harry to the bathing room where they could all shower at once.

A few minutes go by and Harry is once again between the big voluptuous and curvy bodies of Rita Skeeter and Olympe Maxime. The shower they were all in was huge as it looked like it can fit 20 people inside. The two women were washing their hair with shampoo and cleansing their skin of any smell or sweat they may have gathered from last night. Harry also tried washing his body but it was harder for him as he was pressed into his Mommy's large belly with Skeeter pushing his body against the Half-Giant with her breasts. The two were practically hogging all of the water so Harry had to settle for the water flowing down from Olympe's breasts down onto him.

Harry felt something hard poke him in the crotch and around his lower back. He now just remembers that the two girls trapping him have massive cocks now and they probably have a boner with him between them.

Olympe felt herself get hard from Harry being stuffed into her belly and had a blush on her face. She laid her hands on top of her breasts and looked down at Skeeter who also had a blush on her face as she probably also had a hard-on right now. They looked at each other briefly and came to the same conclusion and idea. They both grinned deviously as Olympe spoke to Harry, "Harry my baby boy, could you wash my massive cock and my full balls? I can't seem to reach down there..."

Harry looked up towards her massive hanging breasts and breathed out knowing what may be going on now but can't do anything about it. So he did as he was told as a question from Olympe is more like a demand than anything.

"Yes, Mommy..." Harry manages to turn his body around so that his back was facing Skeeter who hands him the soap from behind. He took the massive length into his hand feeling the weight of it all as he had to put quite a bit of effort into lifting it a bit. He took to washing the bulbous head feeling it twitch at the slightest touch of his delicate hands. Stroking the veiny cock with his soap-covered hand getting all over until it glistens with water running over it. After he was done washing his Mommy's cock, he took her huge balls into his sand and did the same. His touch made Maxime squirm as her cock became even harder as she felt the blood rush into her cock's veins turning it rock-solid. She also felt her cum start to build up into her cock but didn't want to release it yet as Rita needs to have her fun.

"Will that be all Mommy?" Harry asked the Half-Giant unaware that Rita Skeeter has grasped her cock from behind him and lined up her shot.

Seeing what was going on from behind Harry, Olympe smirked as she gave a little giggle putting her hand against the back of Harry's head. She looked down at Harry and answered her little boy, "Not yet, we still need some fun before the task begins".

Before Harry could ask her what she meant, his head was forced downwards, her cock going straight into his mouth and down his throat. Harry tried pushing against her body as he tried taking his head off her cock but was held in place. Maxime lowered her body to the floor in a squat with her massive fat ass and balls almost resting on the marble tile. She managed to keep herself well-balanced as she took both hands and bobbed Harry's head back and forth onto her cock.

She stopped her bobbing as Harry felt another length enter his body through his ass. As his ass was pretty stretched from last night, Skeeter's cock in his ass didn't hurt as much now since all the pain is now in his throat. Rita and Maxime with both of their cocks inside of Harry spun his body around like a pig on a spit so that his body was facing upward with his face stuffed into Olympe's massive balls.

Rita lifted both of Harry's legs off the ground into her arms and the two ladies started pumping him full of cum once again. As Rita and Olympe pumped into him, he felt himself get hard which he hated. He hated that his body liked getting used by the two futanari.

Skeeter saw that Harry's delicious cock was getting hard on them, "Oh boy, looks like our little boy is getting hard..."

Olympe also saw this and pumped faster, "He better not cum yet, he has to reward me for taking care of him!"

Harry could barely hear what they were saying but his body was starting to get uncomfortable with all of the abuse it was taking from taking two massive cocks at once. His face was still being slapped by Olympe's weighty balls and it kind of hurt getting smacked in the face by them.

Olympe felt the buildup in her cock and pumped faster, wanting release and no longer caring if she hurt her baby boy. Harry noticed that the two quickened their pace and braced himself by wrapping his arms around Olympe's body, firmly grasping her massive ass.

Even though they were in the shower, they were sweating and the heat of the shower didn't help any. Rita started getting rough with Harry, clawing his body with her nails. Cutting him in the process makes him whimper in even more pain.

Rita slowed her pace a bit and so did Olympe, pumping with each word given, "And. Here. We. Go!" As the last thing they said, Harry felt his body get even more hot and full as hot and sticky cum flooded every orifice in his body. His belly stretched uncomfortable as his insides were flooded with their cum. Harry kept a hold of his Mommy's ass to hold himself together.

Olympe and Rita stopped cumming inside of Harry after a minute of giving him a proper cream-filling. They both slowly let go of Harry as he starts sliding off of their cocks and lays on the tile floor holding his throat and belly in pain. Coughing and trying to get air into his lungs, he was crying in pain for having to endure so much.

Rita and Olympe's cocks were limp with residual cum leaking out. Olympe walked around Harry laid her body on top of his with the weight of her belly and breasts holding him against the floor. She lined up his cock with her ass and lowered herself onto him. She slowly pumped herself on Harry's cock just to get him going. Olympe looked Harry in the eyes and told him, "You may cum now my baby boy..." Once again, whatever she says is more like a command than anything else.

"Y-yes M-mommy..." Harry said weakly as he unloaded into the larger being. He didn't cum much, he only lasted like 30 seconds which wasn't much for Madame Olympe Maxime but it was a lot more than most his age.

Olympe felt satisfied with being filled by her charge and got up off of him. She felt some of his cum leak out of her anus and swiped some with her finger and gave it a taste. She put her finger coated in Harry's cum and put it in her mouth, her long tongue taking in the taste. She paused in her taste-testing and voiced her opinion on what it tastes like, "Huh... How peculiar, it tastes just like warm vanilla..."

Rita looked around Olympe to look up at her with a questioning look on her face, "Vanilla? Really?"

Olympe looked down at her, "As surprising as it is, it does. Give it a taste..." She turned away from Rita to give her a view of her massively fat ass with cum leaking between both of her cheeks. Curiosity overwhelmed Rita Skeeter's mind, so dove headfirst into the Half-Giant's fat ass. She drank Harry's cum that leaked from Olympe's ass for a good ten seconds before coming out of it and burped.

"Oh fuck me! That was too delicious. I can eat that all day if I wanted to." Rita sat her ass on the shower floor feeling the shower cover her in the warm water.

"Believe me, I know but right now we should clean ourselves up and head to breakfast so that we can get all refreshed before heading over to the First Task." Olympe carefully lifted Harry from the ground and held him in her arms like a mother would for her baby and cleaned him with soap, and shampoo. Harry laid his head on her breast as he already felt tired for the day even though it just started.

A few minutes go by and the two futanari along with Harry were dressing in the bedroom. Harry put on his normal school uniform with the Gryffindor badge crossed out because his house kicked him out. Olympe Maxime wore an extra furry coat with her tight latex catsuit underneath with a massive bulge tucked underneath. Rita Skeeter wore a golden dragon-hide dress with heels. They all went out of the room and the girls of Beauxbatons followed the three out with Gabrielle giving Harry a quick nibble on the ear. This made Harry blush and try to look smaller as the girls around him giggled and held as they all went to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Great Hall, Breakfast

Harry sat between Fleur and Gabrielle as he ate slowly. He feels Gabrielle snake her cold hands around his cloak and down his pants. He doesn't say anything and just lets it happen.

Fleur looked at Harry in concern as he was just barely touching his food and saw that he was uncomfortable. She looked over at Gabrielle from the other side of Harry and they looked at each other. Fleur gave her younger sister a pointed look that said, 'Not right now...' Gabrielle stopped her molestation of Harry and went paid full attention to her meal.

Fleur wrapped her arm around Harry's shoulder and pulled him into her embrace, "It'll be okay Harry, Maxime won't let anything happen to you once you face the dragon, she'll make sure of it..."

Harry tried to keep it in but couldn't. He started tearing up as the fear that he may die today is a very real possibility. Desperately seeking comfort, he wrapped his arms around Fleur and leaned into her touch, "I hope so, I just wanted a normal year at Hogwarts..." To Fleur, it sounded like Harry didn't want to be here at Hogwarts anymore as he just sounded so weak and pathetic it shattered a bit of her heart. Fleur blasted her Veela pheromones directly at Harry and that just made him tighten his hold on her as she too hugged him back. The girls of Beauxbatons give an "Ahh" sound as they found the sight of Harry being adorable and pathetic looking very appealing to them.

First Task Arena

Some hours pass and Harry is there waiting in the champions' tent as he waited for her turn to face his dragon. Unfortunately for him, he just so happened to pick the most dangerous of dragons from the bag of selected dragons. The Hungarian Horntail is said to have been one of the most dangerous breeds of dragons in the magical world. Even more so if the dragon in question just so happened to be a mother. You can have a higher chance at surviving a fight against a male but against a female that is also a mother, you are next to fucked. Not only are female dragons larger and more ferocious than males, but they are also smarter.

Harry thought back on what his Mother said to him as they walked were walking towards the arena from the school, "If you do good and get a lower score than my dear Fleur, then you will be rewarded and I'll let up on my advances on to you and make you feel all better. But if you end up doing better than her, you will be punished severely. Do I make myself clear?"

Harry knew that she doesn't make empty threats. If anything, he is probably more scared of Maxime and her punishments than Voldemort or anything he has planned for killing him. The other champions did pretty well as they were barely injured and the crowd roared in excitement and approval every time they did something they liked.

Harry heard the cannon go off outside of the tent and realized that that was the signal for him to go out there and recover the egg that gets him the hint to the next task. He got up and went out of the tent and into the arena.

He wants this to be over quickly so makes a dead sprint toward the egg but nearly gets burned to a crisp as the large female dragon made herself known to him. Harry fired a flurry of spells and curses at the dragon but they didn't do much for him as they just bounced off of her scales. He hid behind a rock as the dragon spewed a stream of immensely hot fire out of its muzzle. Harry looked up towards the sky and spoke his next spell, "Accio Firebolt". Harry ran away some more and managed to catch the buzzing stick that flew across the sky. He sped towards Hogwarts on his broom as the dragon managed to get loose with the chain still attached to its neck.

Harry dodged and weaved across the various towers and turrets that made up Hogwarts castle and tried losing the Horntail but it proved to be quite a flyer. Harry guessed he shouldn't be surprised as dragons had centuries of flying experience behind their backs while Harry had barely three years worth of experience, and he only flies twice a week for a Quidditch practice and the game. He sped back towards the arena and had an Idea. The dragon continued to chase him but he gathered a bunch of magic to his wand and fired his saving grace at the beast, "Petrificus Totalus!" The spell had the desired effect on the dragon as its body froze like stone and hit the grassy fields with a heavy thud and skipped across it like a pebble on the water for a few hundred feet.

Harry sped towards the egg and grabbed it. Ludo Bagman cast 'Sonorus' which made his voice louder and announced to the whole arena that Harry Potter has claimed the egg. All of the spectators gave polite applause but most of everyone was pissed that Harry managed to win unscathed. The girls of Beauxbatons, Olympe Maxime, and Rita Skeeter were giving a full round of applause and actually gave Harry a proper cheer for him.

Harry was led up to the stage where the judges were and were placed in fourth place with Fleur in third, Cedric in second, and Viktor in first. The girls of Beauxbatons came up to Harry and gave him a group hug with Fleur and Gabrielle getting to him first. The boys of the Hogwarts and Durmstrang looked on at Harry in jealousy as he was surrounded by beautiful girls, from France no less!

The arena was dispersed as everyone made their way back to the castle with Rita Skeeter going back to the Daily Prophet to deliver the news of the First Task and the results. The girls of Beauxbatons and Olympe Maxime left the arena last with Harry among them. Olympe picked up Harry once more and warmed him up by stuffing him into her fluffy coat with him snuggled into her large latex-covered breasts.

She looked down at the exhausted boy stuffed into her breast and gave him a warm and motherly smile, "You did good today my little boy, you are going to be rewarded handsomely tonight..." She knew that Harry heard everything she said but just let him rest as he was pretty tired from the day. He just closed his eyes as he huddled more into her arms, his head sinking into the latex cleavage, dozing off as he felt the pleasant breathing and rising of his mother's chest comforting him. Everyone continued walking with the girls talking about Fleur and Harry's performance during the task and planning a party in the carriage. Harry heard parts of it but didn't much care as he knew that he was a good boy today and good boys like him get rewarded.

Chapter 6: A Sirius Celebration

Beauxbatons Carriage

The girls of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Olympe Maxime, Rita Skeeter, and Harry Potter all had a good time after the First Task. The girls unanimously decided to party through the night in the carriage. They do all sorts of party games with lots of alcohol and food provided by Maxime's elves, who came through a doorway in the carriage that led back to Beauxbatons.

"Beauxbatons Academy of Magic will win the Triwizard Tournament!" Fleur exclaims loudly with a bottle of Barge du Canal in hand, ready to be consumed.

"If the Prophet will allow it, I will make that the title of the next task article if you get first!" Rita Skeeter replied to Fleur's statement with a bottle of La Cagole in her hand.

Fleur and Rita clacked their bottles of French Beer together and dunked their heads back as they tried to out-drink each other. Skeeter finished her drink and looked at the girls off to the side in satisfaction at beating their Fleur in drinking. A loud burp erupted in Fleur's direction, and Skeeter looked back in shock at seeing two empty bottles in the French champion's hands. The reporter looked back at Delacour's face to see her smug grin.

Skeeter grabbed another beer from the table in the living room area everyone sat. She quickly twisted its cap off and chugged it down instantly by opening her throat completely to the alcoholic beverage.

Fleur glared at her, and Skeeter glared right back. The girls that sat around the two could feel the tension build-up, which excited them. One of the girls asked for an elf, who appeared and waited for orders.

"Lucien, could you bring us some more cases of alcohol?" The girl asked the well-dress house-elf, who wore a miniature size of elegant clothing that looked to have been from the late 1700s.

"I must get Madame Maxime's approval first, Mademoiselle Dubois." The elf made his way to the other side of the room, where Olympe sat with Harry on her lap, laid back into her giant belly and breasts. Harry tried to read a book from Jules Verne but failed as the girls were well-versed in partying and being loud when not in public.

"Madame Maxime?" The elf approached the two, with Olympe looking down on the immensely short creature.

"Yes, Lucien? What do you need?"

"The girls are asking for more cases. Shall I bring them in?"

Olympe looked at the girls staring at Fleur and Rita Skeeter in the middle of the living room, looking ready to duke it out with their handling of alcohol and beauty, "Go on ahead, Lucien. Bring in my stash of bière du démon. I'd like to see how they do with a strong drink."

"Yes, Madame Maxime." With that, the elf left with a crack and returned a minute later with seven cases of bière du démon on a cart supplied and ready.

The girls saw that some more alcohol had arrived for Delacour and Skeeter. Besides the eldest Delacour, the girls preferred alcohol lighter than what comes from their Headmistress's stash. Fleur took a bottle out of the case and held it up as if inspecting it. She set the bottle down on the table and placed her hands on her hips while looking at the Daily Prophet reporter.

"Ok, Ms. Skeeter. Let's make this interesting."

Interesting? Tell me, Ms. Delacour, how could we make this any more interesting than it already is." Rita also placed her hands on her hips, curious about what Fleur had to say.

She didn't get an answer immediately, but Fleur started undressing. She slipped off her light blue robes and let them fall to the floor, revealing her curvy body to the room. Both Rita and Harry blushed from opposite sides of the room at seeing how beautiful Fleur was without her robes hiding her body away. Her body's build was similar to her younger sister, Gabrielle's. The only difference is that Fleur had bigger everything; larger breasts, wider hips, thicker legs, and a fatter ass. She was much more significant in the curves and plumpness departments than her sister, maybe even most of her classmates. What hid her curves contained nothing but a black bikini and bra with black trim hugging her figure.

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(Fleur's curvy form but with her canon hair color)

"My idea is this. We drink as much as possible, and Harry will decide who handled their alcohol better and who looks better with a beer belly. The winner gets to fuck Harry tonight alongside the Headmistress." Fleur said as she pointed to Harry, who tried to shrink in on himself but was unsuccessful, thanks to being kept in place by Olympe.

Harry looked at his current caretaker and whispered to her, "Mommy?"

Olympe took a sip from her glass of wine, "Yes, what would my baby boy like to ask?"

Harry looked nervous as he fiddled with his fingers. He didn't know how to go about asking this but decided to speak what was on his mind, "I didn't know how to ask this without it sounding offensive. But, are all the girls here big like Fleur and Rita? It seems a bit off that the girls who love me romantically or want to get in my trousers are all. You know."

Olympe giggled at Harry's innocence and naivety, "There's a simple answer to that. Since the Medieval Ages, large women were desired more than skinny, like most girls at your school. Oversized women are better than those with skin and bones since we built ourselves like this to take care of specific tasks with ease instead of difficulty."

Harry looked confused at her answer, so Maxime continued, "It's easier for big women to give birth since our bodies have more meat on us to cushion most of the pain we get when pushing out a newborn. That's one reason but another: we make for better caretakers and mothers since children prefer something soft to grab on to with their little hands. There are many more reasons, but those two are the simplest."

Harry rose an eyebrow at that second reason but let it go any way to ask a question related to the topic at hand, "So, does that mean that all of the girls here are big in some way?"

Maxime nodded, "Yes, all of my girls at Beauxbatons are big like Fleur and Rita in some way. For some reason, though, Magical Britain being as backward as ever prefers girls who are more petite than the majority of Europe who likes bigger girls. They don't look all that big because their undergarments have a spell on them to compress their body fat to look more petite. I thought of it before coming to Hogwarts as I didn't want any of the girls to get harassed because of their size. Fleur and Gabrielle don't have this issue since they are both part Veela, so their natural allures help them not have to change how they look."

It made a lot of sense to Harry since he had never seen any large women in Magical Britain before besides those who were middle-aged or older like Rita Skeeter and Ron's mom.

Rita looked intrigued at this idea and started unbuttoning the outfit that she wore to the task and let it fall to the ground revealing to the girls the skin-tight latex leotard with thigh-highs kept up by straps. It hugged against her plump body, and the girls looked down the front of her body to see the massive bulge tightly compacted against her outfit. Skeeter was hoping to get another go at Harry tonight, but it seems she'll have to seize her chance by beating Fleur in the drinking and beauty departments.

"Very well, Ms. Delacour. Let the best witch win!" Rita and Fleur twisted off their beer bottle caps, clacked them together, and they were about to start drinking until a knock on the door stopped all movements in the carriage.

*Knock Knock*

"I'll get it." One of the girls watching Fleur and Rita sat up from her spot and made her way to the door.

Rita bent her head towards Fleur, "Should we robe back up, just in case it's Dumbledore or any of his staff?"

Fleur shook her head in reply, "It wouldn't be any of them. They're too busy with their own houses to deal with ours. Besides, we're just celebrating. What would they do?"

Rita nodded her head slowly as if understanding what Fleur was getting at.

The girl opened the door to reveal a large black dog on the steps.

"Who is it?" Fleur asks from the living room.

"It's a... Grim..." The girl answered as the large mutt barked at her and moved passed her into the carriage.

Harry saw the big black dog enter the carriage and pushed himself out of Olympe's hold on him, "Sirius!" The dog turned into Sirius Black, an escapee of Azkaban and Godfather to his best friend's son.

"Harry!" Sirius scooped Harry into his arms and hugged him tightly. After a few seconds, they let go of each other, and Harry got a good look at Sirius, just now realizing he looked different. His hair was cut and slicked back with a new light brown hair color. His beard was shaved, so only his mustache had a painter's brush style. To complete his look, he wore glasses and a muggle business suit.

(Guess in the comments who you think I was making Sirius's disguise look like. Whoever gets it first, good job being a fellow nerd like me)

"Sirius, what's with the new look?" Harry asked.

"I've been trying to avoid other wizards for a while now, so I've been hiding in the muggle world trying to make a living while I try and capture that rat, Pettigrew, to prove my innocence on the sidelines. But what is going on in here?" Sirius looked around the room and stopped his gaze on the near-naked Rita Skeeter, who glared right back at him.

"We're celebrating my sister's and Harry's victory for the First Task." Gabrielle said from her spot on the couch.

"Right, and Skeeter is here?..." Sirius didn't fail to notice the big bulge under Skeeter's current outfit but paid it no mind as he always knew that she was an absolute freak regarding sex. He constantly heard rumors of her throughout his first year at Hogwarts while she was in her sixth year. Sirius remembered Skeeter as the whorish freak of the school as she fucked anyone and always got away with it. She even tried to rape him during his first week of school before he met James, Remus, and Pettigrew. She tried getting into his pants inside an abandoned classroom, but he got away with his virginity intact by kicking her in the face, knocking out one of her teeth. He called McGonagall, and she gave Skeeter disciplinary action and detentions for the rest of the school year.

Even though both of them were out of school, Sirius didn't put it past Skeeter to still go after others looking to get fucked and then make up an article of the person she fucked to be fucking some ministry official.

"She's here as we have recently fallen in love, and the girls along with Harry enjoy her company just fine." Maxime stood from her spot to greet Sirius by shaking his hand, who returned the shake.

"Madame Maxime, thank you for taking care of Harry, I haven't known you long, but I feel you're a great caretaker for him, maybe even a mother." Olympe smiled at this and said, "Thank you."

"Sirius, we should catch up..." Harry suggested as he wanted to talk with Sirius forever now.

"*sigh* Sorry, Harry, but that will have to wait another time as I can't stay long as Filch may have spotted me once or twice on the grounds. And knowing him, that cat of his will lead him to us. Now, I must speak with Maxime in private." Harry looked like he wanted to argue but stayed quiet as he understood that Sirius was still on the run. Harry nodded slowly in sadness but also understanding.

"Go to the door at the end of the corridor. That is where my office is, I'll meet you there, but first, I must speak with Harry." Sirius acknowledged her and made his way to the office.

Maxime leaned down to Harry's level and spoke to him, "Why don't you hang out with my girls for a bit while I speak to Sirius."

Harry groaned, "Do I have to?"

The half-giant laid her palm against Harry's cheek, "It'll be good for you to get better acquainted with my girls. They can be pretty friendly if you give them a chance."

Harry nodded in understanding and felt Olympe kiss him before heading to her office.

"Harry, come over here. You need to be here for the judging!" Gabrielle tells Harry as he makes way to the girls and sits between the two of them. They scooch on over, closer to him so that they were pressing up against him, keeping him in place.

"Well, now that Black is no longer interrupting, we can finally start drinking to see who wins Harry for the night with Maxime." With that, Fleur Delacour and Rita Skeeter started chugging down their alcohol, trying to gain the upper hand over the other with the girls cheering on.

Maxime's Office

A few minutes go by as Olympe Maxime and Sirius Black talk about Harry Potter and his future.

"Look, the fact of the matter is, I'm an escaped convict with no proof that I'm innocent at the moment. I don't want to put Harry in danger of living with me if the Ministry finds out where I'm hiding." Sirius explained as he drank from his glass of wine provided by Olympe.

"I understand entirely, Black. I haven't known Harry very long, but I've gotten very close to him since he was selected as the fourth Triwizard champion. Almost as if he was my flesh and blood. He sought comfort and understanding, and I provided that when his friends and house turned on him." Olympe, too took a drink from her wine glass.

"And I thank you for that. Harry desperately needs a family that loves and takes care of him. I know I can't provide that. I love him dearly, but I can't raise him." Sirius looked down as if ashamed that he wouldn't be the one to raise Harry like he promised Lily and James.

"You're a good man, Sirius Black. I will do everything within my power to make Harry loved and be cared for, even if some of my treatments are a bit strange." Sirius perked his head up at that.

"Strange? How so?"

"Well, whenever Harry did something bad, I would punish him, but I would still be mothering towards him while doing whatever Harry is being punished with."

"I'm ashamed to say this, but I think Harry does need discipline in his life, the kind he won't get from being in Gryffindor House. Detentions and cleaning Snivellus's potions room is all well and good, but it doesn't make children like Harry learn not to do things he did before to earn him that discipline." Maxime nodded her head in agreement.

She crossed her legs and asked Sirius something that he may not have expected to hear, "How do you feel about me adopting Harry as my son but also being his mistress and lover."

"Mistress? Lover?" Sirius narrowed his eyes at the implications.

Maxime stood from her seat, "Yes, you heard correctly. I love him as if he was my own, but I also love him as my little toy to fuck with. My boyfriend, I guess, would be a more vanilla term to use."

Sirius thought long and hard about this but reluctantly nodded, "As long as you love and cherish Harry with all your heart, you have my permission to lay with him even though you already have from what I heard from you."

"Thank you..." Olympe said as the two fell in silence for a few moments.

"I should go. I really can't stay long. Thank you for meeting with me!" Sirius said as he exited the office, leaving Olympe alone in her office.

"No, thank you... Now I can do whatever I want to Harry now that I got his only family's approval."

Back with Harry and the others

The drinking took a long time between Fleur and Rita, and both bellies grew as the beer flowed in almost constantly for the last six minutes. Right now, Fleur was celebrating that she won the contest and was chosen by Harry to lay with him and the Headmistress.

Harry turned away from the celebration to see Sirius heading to the door. He got up from between the two girls that trapped him on the couch and made his way to Sirius.

"You're leaving now? I barely got to talk to you..." Harry started tearing up as the girls got quiet to give the two a moment of silence.

Sirius laid a hand upon his godson's shoulder, "Harry, I have to go before I'm discovered. But we can also message each other. Always message to the name of Padfoot and not Sirius Black. Do that, and I will answer when I can."

"I'll miss you, Sirius."

"You as well, Harry." Then the two hugged each other for a bit before Sirius pulled away, rushing out the carriage door and into the darkness of the night.

Fleur came up from behind Harry and placed her hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry Harry, I'm sure he'll be alright."

"How can you be so sure?" Harry asked as Fleur stood before him and hugged him, burying his head into her chest and letting him cry it out in her embrace.

"Because he knows you'll be safe with us from now on." Harry hugged her back, and stood together for a few moments before the girls decided to clean up the living room and head off to bed.

Maxime's Office, Night

"Oh fuck, this is what I've been missing all this time!" Said Fleur as she bounced her plump, beer-filled body on Harry's dick.

Harry could not speak as his mouth was filled with his Mommy's fat cock, forced down his throat from behind. The three of their positions were Maxime on her knees, sitting upon her giant ass as she had her massive cock filling Harry's body with her seed. Harry was on his back with his head tilted back for his Mommy and had Fleur bouncing up and down on his cock.

All of them were on the bed, over the covers as Rita Skeeter looked to be trying to sleep. But Olympe could see the brief arm movements from under the covers and her lips biting. From this, Olympe could tell that Rita was masturbating herself as she lost against Fleur in having Harry for the night, so she took it upon herself to cum with no mouth or ass warming her cock.

"Oh fuck, I feel Harry coming!" Fleur exclaimed as her beer-filled body filled with Harry's hot cum, making her even more bloated.

"Me too!" Olympe then came down her boy's throat and proudly saw that Harry was starting to swallow all of it, showing that he had improved in drinking her cum.

"Oof, I think I had enough of Harry tonight..." Fleur said as she held her beer/cum-filled belly and felt it jiggle as she got off Harry's cock and got off the bed to pick up her bikini.

"Goodnight, Ms. Delacour.!" Olympe said as Fleur waved her hand and made her way to her room that she shared with her sister.

Maxime then pulled her cum-covered cock out of Harry's mouth and allowed him to breathe. She laid back into her fluffy pillows and saw that she was still hard, almost as if she hadn't had enough pleasure for tonight. Getting an idea, she ordered Harry.

"Harry, take your cock and put it next to mine." Harry did as ordered and wondered what she wanted him to do.

"Now, take your cock and insert it into my urethra." Harry looked at her as if she grew another head.

Annoyed, she barked at him, "Just do it!"

Not wanting to be told twice and earn him his Mommy's wrath, he did so. He grabbed his cock and pushed deep into the urethra of Maxime's cock. Once his cock was all the way in, he waited for what was next. Although it was an odd feeling around his cock as it felt tight around it and warm.

"Good, now you better not take your cock out when I cum." Harry didn't like the sound of this but stayed as he was.

Olympe started pumping her shaft with her large hands and blew her load, "Oh Fuck!"

Harry felt the pressure cum build up against his cock and grew fearful for what next. The build-up became too much, and it entered Harry's urethra. It passed into his body's reproductive organs, and the flood of cum made its way to his balls. Harry winced in pain as he felt the stretching and tightening of skin down there and realized just what his Mommy was doing. He looked down wide-eyed as he saw his balls grow from the flood of cum dumping into them, stretching them to painful proportions. They grew and grew until Olympe stopped cumming, allowing Harry to take his dick out of his Mommy's.

Maxime went under the covers and pulled Harry in beside her and Skeeter. Harry was tearing up a bit at the pain of having his balls overfill to where they were no longer the size of grapefruits but now the size of pomelos.

Olympe pulled Harry into her warm embrace and whispered in his ear, "See, that wasn't so bad. You can't gain anything without a bit of pain involved, now can we?"

Harry nodded at this and slowly fell asleep in his Mommy's breast as she too fell asleep after him.

Chapter 7: A Kinky Yule Ball

Next Morning, Beauxbatons Carriage

Olympe Maxime woke up the following day, untangled Harry from her hold, and let him sleep beside Rita Skeeter. She rolled her massive body out of bed and stretched her limbs out with a satisfying crack heard within her bones. 

The large woman looked over her shoulder to see that Harry had snuggled himself within Rita's hold after being unwrapped by the French Headmistress. She smiled at the sight as Harry gradually became dependent on their love and desired to care for him.

She thought of letting Harry and the reporter wash the washroom and went to wash up by herself. She turned the knobs in the shower, waited until they were at the desired temperature, and then stepped in.

The water splashed down on her extensive and overly thick body. Flowing down from her beautiful face, her massive milk-filled breasts, over her arms, down the belly, and then her legs and cock. Olympe washed and lathered every hidden crevice on her body with water and her unique brand of body wash and shampoo, giving her the cool and refreshing smell of mint all over her body. Stroking along the length of her cock and rubbing her heavy balls, eager to clean them and prepare them for later usage thoroughly.

She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, letting the steam from the water, and her body spread into the room. The Half-Giant extended her arm towards the bedroom and used wandless magic to get her wand to her. The woman pointed her wand at herself and whispered a blowing and drying spell that left her body without the water from the shower.

Olympe walked up to a cabinet next to the sink and opened the door, which revealed all of her beauty and makeup supplies—ranging from hair moisturizer to lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, skin cream, and skin care products for blemishes on the skin. She put on her usual makeup, skincare stuff, and hair moisturizer. She thought about it for a second and then decided to make her lips a bit more red than usual. With her lipstick, she covered her plump lips with a deep, wine-red color and gave herself on the mirror a kiss at how hot and fuckable she looked.

Stepping out of the washroom, Olympe moved her body to her wardrobe and rummaged through all the different outfits she had but eventually chose one. First, she slipped on a white bra that held up her massive breasts with holes where her areola and nipples stuck out. The Headmistress decided on a white skintight latex suit with high heels engraved into the legs. It had a zipper over the region that held her massive cock and balls. She slipped on the seemingly small outfit as it struggled to fit over her large mass, looking to rip from the fat curves and big butt and looking quite close to bursting at the seams from her breasts.

With the struggle of slipping on the small outfit over her body, Olympe Maxime was eventually covered in shiny white latex, from the neck to the soles of her feet. She shook her breasts and ass, ensuring they were all tightened under the latex and looked big under the suit. Which they were, even without the latex. Now with that out of the way, she also slipped on her furred robe and let the front stay open, showing her latex body off.

Olympe stepped out of the wardrobe and went to her desk to do some paperwork before the others woke and freshened themselves up for breakfast.

Time passes, and the Headmistress sees that Harry was tiredly pulled out of bed and led to the washroom by Rita. She noticed that Harry clung to the reporter's body and stayed close to her. Olympe found it pretty adorable how dependent Harry was turning out to be. Soon, he would never feel right without either of them being around for him.

About Half-an-Hour Later, Rita and Harry came out of the washroom, and Olympe saw that the boy was wildly blushing while trying to cover his red ass cheeks while the other was smiling in satisfaction with her cock and balls swaying.

'She must've pounded Harry in there to make up for missing out on last night...' Olympe mused as she managed to finish some papers and helped dress her Harry while Rita clothed herself to head back to the Prophet.

When Skeeter left, it was just the two in the room with the Headmistress dressing her adorable child and lover for the day. Once clothed, Harry took his school bag and was led out of the room by Olympe, who kept him close to her.

Harry and the girls of Beauxbatons made their way to breakfast in the Great Hall. Harry could hear the girls ask Fleur how getting fucked by him the other night was, and she gladly explained how good of a Fuck he was in great detail. As Fleur finished, the girls looked in Harry's direction and pervertedly giggled.

'Great, now they all want a piece of me...' Harry complained as he walked alongside his Mommy and mistress.

The group walked through the massive double doors of the Great Hall and sat at the Ravenclaw Table with Fleur between Fleur and another girl whose figure was curvier.

While the girls went with a fancy yet filling French breakfast, Harry, being the boy neglected by muggles all his life, went with the simple yet ever-delicious... Cereal...

He ate his food in Silence while the girls talked amongst each other. Harry heard a familiar female voice he hadn't heard in a while, "Look at this!" He turns around to see Hermione complaining about something on the paper to Ron and Seamus and then reading what it said, "I can't believe it she's done it again. 'Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey sources report is none other than the Bulgarian bon-bon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow.' What is she on about? I haven't even talked to Harry since the selection, yet she has this photograph."

Harry was curious about what she was referring to and read through the Prophet at his table. It was a photograph of Hermione hugging him and then being caught together before fighting the dragon, 'How in the Hell did she manage to make this photograph? That never even happened.' Harry thought as he wished he was at least friends with Hermione.

Harry was still curious about what went on with his former best friends. The only two in Gryffindor that didn't hate him are Fred and George Weasley. He was thankful for that as he didn't know how he would up against their pranks.

Even though it wasn't his business, he listened to their conversation.

A young boy walks up, holding a package, "Parcel for you, Mr. Weasley."

Ron thanked him, "Thank you, Nigel."

Harry could feel someone staring at him from behind and looked over his shoulder to see the boy that brought Ron's parcel, staring at him as if he was waiting for something.

Ron ushered him away, "Not now, Nigel. Later. Go on." Nigel leaves.

Hermione stared at Ron, who in turn stared at Harry in contempt and then back to Hermione, "I told him I'd get him Harry's autograph. Or, at least attempt to..."

The Weasley looked to see who sent the package, "Oh look, mum's sent me something." He opened it to reveal something he never expected, "Mum sent me a dress?!"

Harry couldn't help but giggle at Ron's misfortune, and then Seamus commented, "Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?" Finnegan did manage to find a bonnet for Ron.

It was indeed an ugly dress that looked as old as Professor Dumbledore, with it being burgundy with frills all over.

Ron walked over to his sister, which made Harry look over the other shoulder, "Ginny, these must be for you."

She cringed at the look of the dress, "I'm not wearing that. It's ghastly."

Hermione laughs, making Ron turn to her, "What are you on about?"

Hermione answers him, "They're not for Ginny; they're for you!–" The Gryffindor table and others in the Hall start laughing "–Dress robes."

Ron didn't know what to think of it, "Dress robes? for what?"

Out of nowhere, a package drops from above on the table, thankfully missing his cereal bowl. He looks up to see Olympe's owl and wonders how it managed to carry the large package. Everyone in the Great Hall was either eating or watching what was sent to him while eating.

He looks at where it says the general package information, "Who is Monsieur Perrier LaPadite?"

(If you get the movie reference, good for you.)

The girl beside him spoke up, "That's my father. He tailors unique robes and clothing."

Harry looks at her in puzzlement. She blushed for a sec as Harry didn't even know her name, "Right... My name is Emmanuelle LaPadite. This is the first time I properly introduced myself, right?"

Her breasts were about the same size as Fleur's, but her body had more curves overall with a bigger and fatter ass. Her skin was lightly-tanned, with soft brown hair reaching her midback. Like every other girl from the French school, she had a face and body of a model. Something that would make any of the Hogwarts girls jealous.

Imagine her in the Beauxbatons robe

"Just what kind of outfit is in there?" Harry all but glares at the box in suspicion.

Emmanuelle giggles a bit, making Harry nervous, "Why don't you open it and see for yourself?"

Harry opens the box, and everyone nearby is waiting in anticipation to see if Harry's outfit is better or worse than Ron's. He entirely takes it out of the box and dangles it as he gets up from the table.

All over the Great Hall, students are choking on their food, coughing from drinks going down the wrong pipe, doing spit takes, or laughing out loud. Malfoy was doing a combination of the first and last, with Crabbe and Goyle following. People across the room catcalled and gave him wolf whistles because of his outfit. After that, everyone laughed except the Beauxbatons girls, who tried to calm themselves and not to giggle or blush.

Everyone forgot about Ron's "dress" and then paid full attention to his.

Harry felt like dying right on the spot as his face turned red from blushing too much as he looked at what was sent to him.

The dress appeared form-fitting with bits of spandex, lace, and latex, with frills and a short-skirt piece with the front open. The central part was a latex leotard with a corset piece and a garter belt attached with some thigh highs buckled in. It also came with a choker and some fingerless arm gloves. Overall, the outfit was not desirable in any way.

Harry looked down at Fleur, who had a pervy look on her face, "In what reality would I wear this or have it shown in public?"

Gabrielle laughed hard, causing the two champions to look at her from across the table, "Isn't it obvious, Harry? It's obvious the Headmistress tailored you that dress to wear."

Harry was horrified. Whatever this dress was made for, it can't be good, "For what occasion?!" Oh, how he would find out soon enough.

Later, Great Hall

Mr. Filch was messing with an old-timey record player while the four heads of Hogwarts' houses stood in the middle of the Great Hall with the tables and benches along the walls. Every student from Hogwarts and the delegates from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang sat together for a tournament-wide announcement. Harry and the girls sat alongside the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, with Durmstrang on the other side of the room with Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

Eventually, he finished with McGonagall announcing, "Thank you, Mr. Filch. The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard tournament since its inception. Our guests and we gather in the Great Hall on Christmas Eve Night for well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each, and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is first and foremost... A dance."

Groans emerge from the boys who are listening on. The girls seem a lot more excited.

McGonagall didn't have anyone's nonsense, "Silence. The four houses of Hogwarts have commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you, in the course of a single evening besmirching those names by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons.

Fred whispered to George, "Try saying that five times faster." Long story short, they both try... And fail.

McGonagall continued, "Now to dance is to let the body breathe; inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight.

Ron unwisely interrupted her, "Something's about to burst out of Hilary, but I don't think it's a swan.

McGonagall trailed her gaze to the Weasley, "Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr. Weasley, will you join me?" She grabs Ron and pulls him up to dance.

"Now, place your right hand on my waist." The Gryffindor Head instructed.

"Where?" Ron asked flabbergasted.

"My waist." He does so, and a wolf whistle comes from the crowd.

"Now bend your arm. Mr. Filch..." The music starts.

The transfiguration teacher begins the dance instruction with her leading the embarrassed Weasley, "One two three, one two three, one two three."

Harry whispered to the Weasley Twins, who stood against the wall behind him, "Oi! Never gonna let him forget this, are you?"

"Never." They spoke at the same time.

"Everybody, come together." McGonagall ushered the students. The girls instantly stand and walk forward, and the boys are all still seated.

"Boys, on your feet." Minerva orders. None of the boys stand, most pouting or looking nervous. The boy who stood up first was the one with the least courage in his house. But, for this moment, he was the only one with courage. Neville Longbottom stood with the boys he sat beside, looking shocked.

Beauxbatons Carriage, Night

After the announcement, everyone in the school was already choosing their dance partners, with Neville asking Ginny Weasley, who accepted. Harry didn't want to bother with the dance as he had enough to deal with already with the tournament as a whole, schoolwork, another possible plot to kill him in the future, and his new life within Olympe Maxime's large and protective embrace. Harry knew he'd be forced into dancing with either the girls or Olympe and Rita. That was something that he didn't want to be printed in the Daily Prophet. Especially with that outfit, he practically showed the entire school during breakfast. He can see the headline now, "Harry Potter Wears Lustful Dress to the Yule Ball and Dances with Headmistress Olympe Maxime."

Fate was a cruel mistress, but so was Maxime; luckily, the Headmistress was also loving and caring.

That night, Harry sat with the girls in the carriage living room, and the majority gossiped over who they'll take to the dance.

"So Fleur, who are you taking to the ball?" One of them asks.

Fleur looked to be in deep thought for a second before answering, "I don't know, maybe that Ravenclaw boy, Roger Davies, will be a good match. He's pretty cute..." She looks over to Harry, who sat reading his textbook, "But nowhere near as cute as Harry..." Harry looks up from his book to see the girls looking at him with a knowing smirk at mentioning his name.

Harry felt very uncomfortable with the staring, "Look, I don't want to go to this whole dance thing. It sounds like a complete waste of my time when I should figure out the next clue to the second task. I have enough on my plate as it is." Harry closes his book and prepares for bed, but a naked Gabrielle appears out of nowhere, sits on his lap, and presses him back into the cushions with her breasts in his face before he can get off the couch.

Gabrielle pouts as she grinds her delicate skin against the trapped boy, "What do you mean you don't want to go to the dance? Does this mean you don't want to dance with me?"

Harry looks over to the girls who just sat there smiling at the sight with a hint of perversion on their faces. He saw Fleur close her legs and grind them together and thought, Is she getting wet at the picture of me being trapped by her sister?'

He tried getting the female champion's attention, "Fleur, could you please tell your sister to get off of me?"

"Why should I?" Fleur answered.

Harry's patience was wavering, "Because I would like to get a good night's sleep before any of you try and pounce on me like a bunch of whores." It looked like some of them took a bit of offense to that but didn't give much of a reaction to it besides furrowed brows and frowning. It did affect Gabrielle as she did get off of him, allowing Harry to quickly move from the couch and to the bedroom. Unfortunately for him, Olympe watched from the hallway that led to her room and was angered at how her boy talked to her girls that way.

As soon as Harry got to the hallway, he didn't see where he was going and bumped into Olympe's latex-covered body. He recovered and looked up to see his Mommy was angry. Harry was about to speak when suddenly, his hand was grabbed in the headmistresses crushing grip and he was forcibly and quickly pulled along to their bedroom with him stumbling over his steps.

He was pulled inside the room (more like thrown), and the next thing Harry knew was that his head was pressed down into the desk with his hands together behind his back. He tried getting out of the position until Maxime slammed a palm down on the desk next to Harry's head which ceased his movements.

She leaned her head down to where hers was next to Harry's and angrily whispered, "What made you think it was alright talking to my girls that way?" Harry didn't immediately answer as he tried coming up with a valid excuse. Olympe didn't like the wait and spelled Harry's clothes to disappear, making him squeak at the sudden loss. She zipped down her crotch, letting her cock and balls out to breathe. Her genitalia glistened with sweat and musk from being contained under tight latex for over half a day. Olympe stroked her cock and slid it between Harry's asscheeks. She slid it back and forth, coating Harry's ass in sweat.

Olympe continued hotdogging Harry and spoke up again with an edge to her voice, "Well, do you have an answer to your insult in calling my girls whores?"

Harry finally gave his excuse, "I was tired of being treated like nothing else but someone they could push around and fuck with. I'm tired of being treated like anything less than a normal person."

Maxime listened to his excuse and didn't accept it, "So the main reason you insulted my girls is that you're tired." Harry didn't answer but nodded instead, not trusting his voice.

Olympe continued, "That's a lousy reason for calling them that." She unhanded him and backed away from his naked form, "Here's what we're going to do. You will put on this dress I tailored for you, and we will see how tired you will be once the ball comes around. See if your calling of my girls whores is justified through your exhaustion." She brought the box he opened this morning and set it on the desk next to him.

Harry was uncomfortable with this situation but complied and started slipping on the tight latex dress. Falling on the central body part was a struggle as it squeezed against every bit of skin on his body. His crotch bulge was straining the material, but it didn't look like it was stretching. The corset was just as hard as Olympe tightened the strings around his back and made breathing hard.

Harry then slipped on the fingerless gloves, which proved difficult to put on one after the other as his grip was reduced to nothing wearing them, but he eventually got them on.

The hardest part was the high-heeled latex thigh thighs. It felt as though the foot size didn't fit him, and he felt uncomfortable. Finally, he finished as the latex squeezed his thighs, buckled them to the dress's garter belt, and slipped on the short frilled skirt.

He felt like he was finished but knowing his Mommy; she always had something more to an outfit.

Olympe stood close next to Harry and inspected how he looked in his new dress. It wasn't a proper dress as it needed a longer skirt than the one attached to his outfit. But she had a solution for that. She summoned another dress she tailored for Harry, a black and white maid outfit. It was just the puffy blouse, and frilly skirt with a bow on the back that reached his mid-thigh—attaching the two was another latex leotard that would double the current layers he was wearing. If Harry bent over some, the skirt would slip up, allowing his ass and bulge to be seen if he bent over.

Harry put the maid outfit on and found it more difficult to breathe but stood tall, waiting for what was next.

"Now, you look adorable like that. A nice little dress for my little boy!" Olympe took a closer look, slid her hand along the backside of Harry and dug under his frilly skirt, and sunk her large hand into his double-layered latex ass, which made it look delicious.

(Piece of shit AI won't let me make his skirt mid-thigh length 😠)

Harry hugged himself in humiliation at being reduced to this state and opened his mouth to speak, "I'm not a little boy. I'm a teenager."

Olympe grabbed his wrist and bent him over her knee to prove Harry wrong as she sat down in her desk chair. She pulled up his skirt and gave a hard smack right to his ass. The boy yelped as the stinging sensation grew over his ass.

"You will forever be my little boy, even if I need to remind you of such. Such as possibly forcing you to wear what you wore when you first came here." Harry went still at that outcome. Though it was only for the night, it didn't feel that good wearing... THAT. The mere thought of it wasn't something he wanted to remember, and he preferred staying that way.

"Am I-I being p-punished?" Harry asked with a blush on his face. He tried ignoring that his cock was hard under the girly outfit, but it didn't hide well if it was poking Olympe's thigh.

"Yes, but not like your other punishments. This kind of punishment will also play a part in some training for the Yule Ball." As she said this, Olympe slid the latex covering Harry's ass over to the side and spread his cheeks apart, seeing his tight anus ready to be spread apart whenever she desired it.

Olympe took her wand, pointed it at her hand that touched Harry, and cast a lubrication spell, "Lubrico." Now her latex-covered hand was all slick and lubricated. She inserted all her fingers into Harry and pushed further until her entire hand was inside him. Harry squirmed at the feeling as if it didn't feel as bad the first time but didn't feel all that great. She used her other hand to snake around the front of Harry's body to caress his hard latex-covered cock with her hand.

She felt it twitch from her touch and giggled, "Oh, how cute. My little fucktoy of a son loves it when his Mommy and mistress abuse his delicate body to fit her wants and desires." She sunk her arm deeper into Harry and repositioned Harry so that he was facing her, laying across her front, with his ass stuffed from behind. Olympe stuffed his head into her cleavage and twisted her sunken arm around in his body, making Harry squirm and his cock twitch simultaneously, "Do you find it enjoyable when you have no control in your life? When the one in charge is the only adult who bothered caring for you?"

Harry moaned as the large appendage moved around in her body and blushed a deep red, "Yes, Mommy! It feels good being used for your pleasure. I love it when you're in control of my life."

"Isn't that nice... Well, I had better get you started on your training for the Yule Ball." Olympe pulled her hand out of Harry but left a special surprise hidden deep within Harry's inner walls and performed a tightening spell on Harry's once gaping hole, "Stricta."  She repositioned Harry again, so he was lying against her but facing away.

"W-What kind of t-training is this?" Harry asked Olympe grabbed her large hard meat pole of a cock and pulled it up to where it was pointed up and against the front of Harry's body. She rubbed her giant cock against Harry's cock under his outfit.

"Just some endurance training and seeing how long you can last while full of my seed."

Though Harry thought he knew the kind of training from the sound of it, he didn't know how they involved the Yule Ball, "Uh, how does this involve learning how to dance?"

Olympe laughed, "because this training isn't for learning how to dance. You'll be learning to dance on the day of the Ball. You'll be my cute little stallion for my carriage from tonight and throughout every day till Christmas Eve."

Harry had to do a double-take and looked up at Olympe's lustful smile, "Stallion? Carriage?"

"Why, yes. Might as well show you now what I mean." Olympe brought her hand and brought it over so that the tip was touching Harry's puffy blouse, "Here's another one of my fetish spells I created, 'Plena Equitum.'"

Harry didn't know what the spell was or what it did, but he did remember that "Equitum" was Latin for Equine or Horse.

Now, Harry felt a strange sensation all over his body and saw that his dress started tightening onto itself and stretched all over, covering his entire body in shiny black latex. The feeling was odd but also felt good as the latex clung to his skin and caressed every bit of his body. Now, from the neck down, Harry was all covered up in the slick material, but he felt this wasn't all.

"What is this?" Harry asked.

"This is what you'll be wearing every night until the Ball. Maybe even more after that." As she said this, Harry felt an aching sensation in his legs, and something was wrong.

He looked down at his legs only to see his legs were now forced in a straight line, kind of like if you bent your feet downwards but forced. Fear overcame him, and Harry tried struggling out of Olympe's hold, only for her to grapple around his body and press clutch him into her body.

Harry saw that jet-black hooves were now in place of where his feet should be and felt the same aching sensation with his hands. Luckily, he could still feel his hands but felt them being compressed by the latex to the point his fingers couldn't flex, only his hand being able to move. Cover his hands were also hooves.

Harry started freaking out, and Olympe was kind enough to let him go and watch him tumble to the floor, trying to calm himself and stand up. Trying to stand on hooves wasn't a pleasant experience as it caused Harry to fall repeatedly.

Olympe giggled at his misfortune, causing Harry to look up at her with pleading eyes, "Mommy, this doesn't feel that good. Can I at least have my feet and hands back?" Suddenly, powerful vibrations penetrated his body, causing him to moan in unwanting pleasure and his cock pulsating with every pulse.

"W-what did you p-put in me?" Harry asked as he mewled in pleasure once more as the feeling came from deep within his ass and went straight for his pelvis.

Olympe smiled, "I had a special vibration rune in my hand when I fisted you. Now that rune is going to stay in your body forever, and I can make your body vibrate with sexual vigor anytime I wish it." After saying this, the vibrating increased tenfold, making it more painful than pleasurable.

Harry's cock and balls pulsated so much and grew harder with each wave of stimulus penetrating his body. He needed to masturbate and relieve himself but couldn't, thanks to those damn hooves on his hands. Now, Harry could only try and withstand the pleasure.

"C-could I please have m-my hands and legs back?" Harry stuttered as he quickly became a blushing mess with his quaking limbs and shaking body.

Olympe tilted her head to the side as if she was thinking, "Hmmm, you may not be rid of your hooves. You are going to keep them through the night until tomorrow. Now, I recommend this stallion try and not speak as they are not meant to."

"W-what do you mean by t-that–?!" Harry didn't finish his question as Olympe quickly stuffed something like a ballgag into his mouth and wrapped a strap around his head. Harry tried getting it off but couldn't with the hooves, and Olympe started strapping his body with different items. A harness was tightly wrapped around his chest, making it hard to breathe with metal hooks and loops. A Chasity went around his crotch and balls, locking them away from his touch and preventing him from climaxing. A hard-leather harness in the shape of underwear was pulled onto his body, tightening over the Chasity and clinging to his plump latex-covered ass.

Olympe grabbed him and rolled him over onto his belly, and tried keeping him still for what was next. She opened a piece of the harness covering his ass and fished something long out of her coat.

Harry looked in the mirror on the other side of the room and saw that the object was a jet black horse cock dildo the exact size of Olympe's with a horse tail attached to it. Harry started thrashing around, not wanting the massive phallic object near his body.

Olympe got tired of Harry's resistance and decided enough was enough. She grabbed a thin rod from her desk and started whacking her little boy's ass with it over and over again.

On the tenth whack, Harry was crying in pain from the stinging feeling of taking his ass with no end in sight.

On the twentieth, Harry stopped moving his frantic body around and stilled himself.

It continued until Olympe reached fifty whacks, leaving Harry's ass abused with stinging red marks all over, reducing Harry to a quivering mess.

Now that Harry had stopped resisting, his Mommy finally got to sticking the massive dildo up his latex-covered ass. Harry was too tired to scream in pain from the massive length tearing apart his insides and pressed against his G-Spot and above. Once it was in all of the ways, Maxime clipped it into the lower harness with the tail flowing out.

Olympe helped her boy onto his shaky legs, with him holding his stomach in, feeling the cock get shoved up into it, making his belly bulge a little.

She tilted his head so that Harry looked up at her with a tear-stricken face, "You're in a lot of pain right now, but you'll get used to it. I will take this gag, and then you may speak only when I permit you to. Is that understood?" Harry shakily nodded, which gave her the all-clear to unstrap his head and take out the ballgag, allowing him to flex his jaw open and closed from the sore feeling.

It was quiet for a few moments before Olympe allowed him to speak, "Is this part of the training, Mommy?"

She nodded, "Yes, however, I need to put one more piece on you to complete your look for training."

Harry quirked an eyebrow, "It's not an h-horse head, is it?"

She smiled, "Why, yes, it is."

Olympe grabbed the last piece of Harry's complete "training gear," slid the latex horse head over his own, and strapped the neck in place with buckles, not before taking his glasses off of his face. Now, Harry was looking through black lenses in the shape of eyes that surprisingly had the same prescription as his glasses. The mask had a magically moveable move that moved with the exact motions of Harry's. But that just meant that if the mouth of the mask was forced open, so was his own. With it in place, Olympe attached a leash to Harry's collar piece. The final part of the outfit was posing Harry's arms better. The latex forced his arms close to the side; forearms pointed up, then hooves pointed down. His arms were unable to change position now without Olympe's permission.

(It's a little weird describing this pose. I don't even know what to call it.)

The Half-Giant stood back to see her little boy in his sexually delicious new outfit. She was pretty impressed with how it turned out, as Harry now stood half a foot taller. She would have to give Perrier LaPadite a bonus tip for an outstanding job well done. She knew the man from back when they went to Beauxbatons together, and the man always had a way of making incredibly stylish clothing for any occasion. His work became known by the French Ministry at one point, and then he opened his shop where he would get intricate orders from all around Magical Europe and beyond.

Olympe pulled the latex-covered Harry into her embrace and hugged him into her chest, "Let's show the girls how you look, and then we can head outside and get started on your training. How does that sound?" Harry didn't respond but nodded in acceptance instead.

Harry still had trouble walking with hooves instead of his own two feet despite being helped by his Mommy. Luckily, he wouldn't have to support himself long as he'll be strapped right in soon.

They walked into the living room, where the girls were still gossiping over Yule Ball dance partners... Somehow.

Fleur looked over her shoulder for a second, turned back, and then faced them again, doing a double take. She stood up with a surprised expression and looked over at the pair that entered the room.

"Merlin! Can Harry even breathe in there?!" Fleur gestured to Harry, which brought the attention of the others to the two that entered the room.

Harry nodded his head, confirming that he could indeed breathe but barely. Emmanuelle had awe on her face, "My father made that complete with his Ball dress?!... That's style, right there." She praised Harry's look, which gained him a blush.

Gabrielle made her opinion known, "He does look pretty cute in that. Maybe the Headmistress will allow me to walk him around in daylight wearing that with a collar." She licked her lips at that making the girls remember just how perverted Fleur's younger sister was. Harry disregarded the highly sexual bits of what Gabrielle said and only paid attention to the four-letter "C" word. He still couldn't believe that they thought he looked cute looking like a shiny black-latex horse. The mere thought of it was weird.

Fleur decided to take a closer look at him. Harry was now around her height, not counting the horse ears that made him half a foot taller with them. She moved her delicate hand and rubbed all over his body, from his chest to his bulging belly, from the dildo stuffed into him to his crotch. Fleur fondled his large latex-covered balls and then gave them a squeeze making Harry quiver in pain. Her other slid down his back to his plump and womanly ass. She smacked it, making Harry unwillingly step closer to her because of his already abused ass. Once closer, Fleur grabbed a handful of his butt and pressed into it.

(Made by me in NovelAI)

(Ignore the watermark, tried getting rid of that)

The amount of manhandling Fleur was doing to Harry made him feel weak and helpless. She spoke again, "Looking like this, he's nothing more than an animal made to please us. Harry felt his insides heat up from that statement.

Olympe looked on in agreement, "I agree, Ms. Delacour. That's all Harry is at the moment. Now, I need to get him hooked up outside for his training as he has quite a ways to go tonight and every night till the Ball." Harry looked up at her and tapped her chest with a hoof. She brought her attention to him, and he pointed to his horse mouth several times.

"You wish to speak?" Harry shook his head up and down, "Very well. You may speak your mind."

Harry made a sound as if clearing his throat, "Thank you, Mommy. Will Mr. Filch catch us roaming the grounds since the students should all be in bed? I'd rather him not catch me in this and tell the teachers. More specifically, Snape..." Harry whispered the greasy-haired gits' name, but the others heard him as clear as day.

Olympe waves her hand dismissively, "You don't have to worry about Filch. Even if he did catch us, I bribed him with enough money not to speak a word of us being out after dark. Bring the greedy squib he is, he agreed."

Harry being surprised was an understatement; he was more shocked that Filch would have accepted a bribe from anyone.

Olympe checked the clock along the wall and ushered Harry, "Come along, child, you have quite the distance to go tonight before you can sleep for tomorrow." Harry followed without protest and went out the door leaving the girls in the carriage without the two.

It was quiet for a moment till Emmanuelle clapped her hands together and spoke up, "Well, I think it's time for us to head to bed. We got quite a bit to bother tomorrow." All of the girls agreed and went off to bed.

Fleur and Gabrielle, though, already had their sights on who they wanted to go to the dance with. The boy in their sight made them wet at the thought of being close to him.

With Harry and Olympe

The pair walked out of the Beauxbatons carriage and walked a ways away from where it was situated. They walked down a path toward a trailhead leading into the forest. The hooves on Harry clapped the ground with each step and made it difficult to walk on uneven ground.

Once the two got to a clearing, Olympe picked something out of her coat pocket and set it on the ground. She pointed her wand at it and commanded, "Engorgio."

The small object grew in size and proportion, and when it was finished growing, Harry saw that it was an old black wagon that looked to have been from Victorian England.

Like his suit, it was coated in black paint with the Beauxbatons crest painted on the side.

"Come, Harry. Time to get you all strapped in." Olympe pulled Harry up to the front of the wagon and had his face away from it. She moved him into the proper position and told him, "Now, hold still while I get you locked in."

Harry gave a shaky nod and did as he was told.

Olympe grabbed some harnesses from the carriage and attached each one to a different area on Harry's body. One attached to his pelvic area, another wrapped around his chest, and a metal bit wrapped around the back of Harry's horse mask's mouth, forcing both mouths to stay open.

Once everything was where it should be, Olympe told Harry, "Well, that's now done. Time for you to start riding me around the lakeside." She stood before Harry and grew hot inside, "Fuck me. Your new look is making me all hard and hot." She said this as she rubbed the considerable length that hardened itself under her suit and pressed upwards toward her belly. She also gave her weighty cum-filled balls a feel making sure Harry was looking at her pleasure herself.

"I should stop pleasuring myself before I don't want to stop. We have a long night ahead of us, and you have classes tomorrow." Olympe suddenly stopped herself, walked around Harry, and sat on the leather seating of the carriage.

She took the reins into her hands and swiftly shook them, signaling Harry to start pulling the carriage, which he did.

'How did I get myself into this situation? Oh, right, my mere existence caused this. If I didn't insult the girls, I wouldn't be forced to act like a horse.' Harry thought bitterly as his hooves clacked along the ground with his suit's tail swishing.

Overall, Harry knew the next few weeks for him would be rough.

A few Weeks Later

Over the next few weeks, Olympe put Harry through the same nightly sessions. The two are dressed head to toe in skintight latex, and Harry is dressed to look like a horse pulling his Mommy and mistress around in a carriage.

Every night after dinner and lights out, the Headmistress would bring Harry out and strap him in for his nightly ten miles of kinky ponyplay carriage pulling, all while having a giant dildo shoved up inside you.

Despite it being November and December, It was exhausting as Harry would be soaked with sweat from the kinky exercise. His bodily fluids stuck the suit to his skin each night. This, of course, made him dehydrated, and he needed substance each night.

He was granted one single break every night, and that was to rehydrate. Olympe, however, didn't allow him to drink from the lake as an actual horse would. Instead, she had him crawl on his knees to her and was made to take her entire cock into his mouth and swallow every drop of her massive hot, and creamy load into his stomach. His belly grew and expanded from the enormous volume of cum flooding it. This made him feel heavily pregnant (even though he was a boy) with some fat around his "pregnant" belly.

It didn't do much good for him besides adding weight to himself, but it hydrated him.

After each session, the two would head back to the carriage for some much-needed sleep. because of the nightly sessions, Harry would've been lucky to get at least five hours of sleep. He would've stripped off his suit with the help of Olympe, but on some days, Harry would be too tired to undress and sleep in his suit. If this happened, he was made to wear it throughout the day without the mask, hooves, dildo, and tail.

It did help a lot when the girls agreed to help him with his schoolwork when he was exhausted. It was the least they could do for him.

From what he heard from the girls, they already had their dates for the Ball, except for Fleur and Gabrielle. They asked him if he would go to the Ball with them. Harry reluctantly accepted by first apologizing for calling them whores before, which they appreciated the apology.

They both agreed that they'd give Harry dance lessons, with Fleur being the first to dance with him and then Gabrielle after.

After his dance lessons, Olympe showed him cutlery and manners during a formal event such as the Ball.

Even though Harry never wanted to go to the Ball, he will set aside his unwillingness and at least have a good time there with the girls he has stayed with since school started.

Now, all Harry had to do was stand firm in the presence of the entire school wearing his dress.

Night of the Yule Ball

Harry was viewing himself in the mirror with his Yule Ball dress on. Everything about it screamed, "Sissy," and it made him nervous about what others may think of him now. Olympe was being helped by Rita in her wardrobe with putting on her dress, and he was told not to peak until they were ready. Harry was supplied with black high heels to wear with his thigh highs and nearly fell over when attempting to walk around in them.

'I should get used to walking in these quickly. I don't want to embarrass Mommy if I trip up in front of everyone.' Harry thought as he took small steps in the heels to get a feel for them before having to walk around anywhere with them.

He bent low, ensuring the heels fit correctly, and briefly forgot that his skirt was so short that it uncovered his ass. Luckily his as was still covered up and squished under two layers of black latex. Harry felt his heart sink as he realized that everyone on the dance floor would see his ass; his teachers, former friends, Professor Dumbledore, everyone. He swore Malfoy would die laughing at seeing him in such a degrading and humiliating state.

Knock Knock

Harry looked over to the door that led to the rest of the carriage, "Come in." He said as Fleur and Gabrielle made their way into the room, and they stumble upon the sight of Harry in his adorable and feminine dress.

"Harry, you look outstanding in that dress. It brings out your womanly curves." Fleur referred to his thick thigh, big butt, and wide hips. The eldest of the two Delacour siblings wore a dress of silver-grey satin with floral patterns aligning her bust with a small headpiece tying her silky hair into a bun.

"That it does, sister. It's a shame that Harry's dress doesn't show more of his skin." Gabrielle complained as she slid her hand down his blouse and under the skirt. The youngest wore a dark forest-green robe with leaf patterns across her upper chest with a red satin scarf held along her waist and arms.

"You girls may think this is cute, but it's embarrassing for me..." Harry admitted as he rested his shaky legs and sat on the edge of the bed, hugging himself.

Both girls looked at each other, trying to see if either of them had an idea of what to say to Potter. Fleur was about to counsel Harry until Olympe's voice rang in the room, "Oh, Harry! You better be dressed and ready when I get out of there!" Her footsteps shook the room as the three students looked over to the wardrobe waiting for the Headmistress to show off her dress.

The Half-Giant came and opened her wardrobe door, allowing the three to check out her dress with Rita behind her with a tiny camera in hand, looking over a picture she took of her lover. Olympe Maxime wore an oversized frilly dress that reached her ankles with high heels adorning her feet. The dress was black satin with leopard print covering her chest, back, and belly. The rest of the dress was the black satin frills and coverings over her arms. The dress's skirt was large and puffy with a petticoat underneath.

"So? How do I look?" Olympe gave a twirl, earning applause from Rita and the two Delacour girls.

"Yeah. You're beautiful." Harry said as he looked away with a blush. He wasn't just saying this to make her happy; he genuinely thought she was gorgeous in the dress.

"Thank you, Harry. We all have to start heading up to the Ball right now." Fleur and Gabrielle understood and looked over each other while Rita apparated away as she had some business to attend to at the Daily Prophet.

Harry walked up to his Mommy, rubbing his arms, "Will I be going out like this before we get there? It is snowing and pretty cold out there."

Olympe made an Aha! "Thank you, Harry. You just helped me remember your situation. Fleur, Gabrielle?" She caught the attention of the two, "You two will be riding with me in my carriage with warmth charms on it." She turned toward Harry, "You, my boy, will take us in the carriage up to the courtyard."

Harry knew what that meant and was about to voice his complaints with wide eyes until Olympe used her wand to make his dress go back into kinky horse mode with everything in place the same as before. Except he had no dildo this time, just the tail, which he was very grateful for.

Olympe clapped her hands again, "All right, I'm ready. You girls are prepared, and so is Harry. Let's go." She ushered the three out of the room and out the carriage, only for Harry to be strapped back up to his dreadful position from the past few weeks. The three others sat on the carriage seats, with Olympe handing the reins to Harry, who pulled with all his might to get where they were going.

Great Hall

Students that came chose either a Beauxbatons or Durmstrang dance partner and rode up to the Hogwarts Courtyard in carriages. The other students just came down from their Common Rooms to walk with their dance partners to the Great Hall, where the Ball was being held.

The corridor outside the Hall was crowded with people commenting on each other's dresses and how their dates looked beautiful. Pretty typical teenage behavior when it comes to school dances.

Cedric Diggory stood with his Ravenclaw date, Cho Chang, and appeared to be the only champion who had their dates with them now, with Viktor Krum waiting for his.

McGonagall was frantically looking around, ensuring the students behaved and marveling at how wonderful they looked. On a more professional and personal note, she wondered where the other two champions, Harry Potter and Fleur Delacour, were.

She spotted Emmanuelle LaPadite and asked, "You miss, do you know where Mr. Potter and Ms. Delacour are?"

Emmanuelle came with a Durmstrang student, Alexei Kalashnikova, as her date and looked over to the professor, "Yes, Harry and Fleur, we're having last-minute preparations and had to wait for Gabrielle and the Headmistress. Those three will arrive soon."

Minerva was puzzled, "Three? You said four names..."

Emmanuelle and the other Beauxbatons girls in the area blushed, "You'll see when they ride up here."

A few minutes go by, and McGonagall hears some students laughing and asking odd questions outside the courtyard. Fleur, Gabrielle, and Olympe Maxime enter through the doors and into the corridor, with the students outside looking at something while laughing.

She goes to the three, "Headmistress Maxime, I'm glad you have arrived with your champion, but where's Mr. Potter and their dates?"

Olympe and the other two were surprised at how McGonagall looked, "Have you been wearing glamour all this time? You look quite beautiful like this."

McGonagall smiled, "Yes, I've been wearing glamours and special clothing to hide what I look like. A few years before Mr. Potter came here, I've had students ask me out on dates and wanting to hook up because of how I looked."

"What changed your mind?" Olympe asked.

"I have never been to a Ball in a long time and haven't danced for longer. I wanted to get back to my true self and accept it."

Fleur spoke, "To answer your question, Harry is my date, but so is Gabrielle's, as she gets him after."

"That's great, Ms. Delacour, but where is he?" Minerva pressed.

"He's probably being shy. He's pretty self-conscious right now with how he looks in his dress." Gabrielle admitted.

"Yes, as adorable as it is. We are pressed for time and shouldn't wait for him to come out of the cold." Olympe looked back toward the courtyard and shook the room with her voice, "Harry Potter! Get your butt in here!"

The McGonagall heard a yelp and hooves clacking against the snow-covered ground. The figure moved into view of the doorway and walked out of the snow and into the corridor where everyone not currently in the Great Hall was now paying attention.

Minerva could only describe what the figure wore as some suit for adult roleplay. This one had a horse head with hooves and a tail, so this person was someone doing ponyplay unwillingly. It was a boy covered up in BDSM gear. That was an obvious observation.

The figure took shaky steps up to the group of four and stood closely next to Olympe.

The male looked over at McGonagall and spoke with a voice she didn't expect to hear, "Professor McGonagall? Is that you?" Her eyes flew wide open as she realized that James and Lily's Son stood in front of her in very adult gear.

Harry looked at his former Head of House in a new light. He heard from outside that Professor McGonagall had been wearing glamour, which was how she looked all this time. She had long dark brown hair with tan skin. Her age still showed, but she had fewer wrinkles and some grey hairs. She looked like she could pass for someone in her 50s. She had wide hips, full breasts at 38DDD, a big ass, and thick thighs on her legs. She wore a black see-through dress that reached down to her ankle on her right side while the left stopped mid-thigh, along with sleeves for her arms. It had tiny crystals going down the length of the dress but also around her waist and trim. It was a very revealing dress for someone such as McGonagall, but thankfully she wasn't naked underneath as she had what appeared to be a black spandex leotard covering her main body.

To say Harry wasn't thinking of his Professor inappropriately would be a lie. 

"Mr. Potter?! What are you doing wearing that?!" When she said his name, it was a death sentence for his dignity.

As she said his name, the students laughed and called him rude, such as a freak or whorish cheater. These insults mostly came from her Gryffindor students, who made her whip her head around towards the students laughing.

"The next person to laugh or be rude to Mr. Potter will be given detention and have house points taken away!" This made every laughing student shut up and go back to their business.

Harry looked down at the ground, embarrassed to wear something so ridiculous at the front entrance. He looked back to McGonagall and found his voice, "Yeah... I'd rather not discuss it now if that's fine with you, Professor."

McGonagall knew this was humiliating for the boy but accepted it nonetheless.

Olympe just remembered something, "Oh, right. I forgot to change your suit back to your dress." She fished out her wand and changed his black suit into his girly dress that looked more like a maid's uniform for adult roleplay.

'This has to be very degrading to him. Maybe I should speak to him later.' McGonagall thought as she felt terrible for her young lion. He has had to withstand the hatred and bitterness of her own Gryffindor house and is kicked out, only to be taken in by Maxime and her girls. This was something she was genuinely grateful for.

McGonagall decided it was time to give the two champions the news, "Are you and Ms. Delacour ready?"

"Ready, Professor?" Harry was now confused.

"To dance. Traditionally, the three champions, or in this case, four, are the first to dance. Surely. I told you that.

"No."

"Oh well, now you know."

Fleur looks up the stairs to see quite a sight, "She looks beautiful." Hermione enters the room; all dressed up.

"Yeah, she does." Harry, too saw his old friend down the stairs. Viktor Krum takes her hand, and they walk together.

A few moments go by and a band orchestrated by Professor Flitwick plays, signaling champions to walk into the Hall.

The four champions and their dates walked down the row with students on both sides of the room, giving them a round of applause. Harry felt they were clapping for everyone else but him as he heard a few wolf whistles and catcalls directed at him.

They walk to the center of the dance floor, and they all get into position, with Harry nervously looking around. Noticing his current dilemma, Fleur directed him, "Harry." He looked toward her, "My waist. Wrap your hand around my waist and grab my hand." Harry quickly did so, and the band began playing waltz music, with them dancing and twirling around.

After a few moments, some students joined in, with Professor McGonagall joining Dumbledore. Neville joined in with Ginny, Mr. Filch twirling Ms. Norris around in his arms, Alastor Moody sitting alone, tapping his feet to the musical orchestra, and many more joining in.

Olympe stood with Gabrielle off the side, and Hagrid slinked his way over to them. The female Half-Giant caught him and gave him her attention. He smiled and nodded his head toward the dance floor.

She looked at him with a frown and raised her brow, 'Does this oaf want me to dance with him? Oh well, I won't have Harry pleasuring for quite a bit. Might as well throw the oafish dog a bone.' She thought before taking his hand and dancing with him on the floor.

Some time passed, and it was Gabrielle's turn to dance with Harry. She grabbed and smacked his ass every time he was either going too fast, too slow or messed up a step. The younger Delacour enjoyed that dance.

Another time passes, and Harry gets tired of dancing altogether, which was okay with the two girls he had danced with.

After dinner with the girls, he was led out into the corridor and out of view by Olympe, who wanted to speak with him about something.

Harry nervously stood, legs together, back straight, and hands together resting in front, "You wanted to speak to me, Mommy?" He asked the giant witch, who gave him a comforting smile.

"Yes. My big fat cock is hard, and my balls are heavy with my seed. I need to unload into you tonight. I want you to get under my dress and choke on my meat." Her smile turned lustful as she pushed Harry into the wall and forced her heavy body onto his smaller and weaker body.

"B-but we're in public. I'll be seen!" Harry complained as he didn't want to do it but just as he had no choice in the matter.

"No, you won't. I will cast Notice-Me-Not on you so no one will notice if parts of you appear outside my dress." Olympe reassured Harry as he seemed to calm down from that.

"W-will this be all I have to do for you tonight?" Harry wondered.

Olympe nodded, "Besides taking us back to our school carriage in your horse suit, yes. If you do this without complaints, I'll give your body a break and not Fuck you for a week. Once done, pat my thigh three times, and I'll let you out."

For Harry, that was too good of a deal to be accurate, but he agreed. Olympe backed off a bit and watched as Harry crawled on his hands and knees and lifted up some of her dress to get on under it. Once entirely under the dress, out of sight, the Half-Giant cast the spell that hid him in sight. She then cast a minor levitation spell on Harry, allowing him to float barely off the ground so he could keep sucking her off undisturbed when she moved around.

When Harry was under, he found it hot and sweaty under it as his Mommy's thick legs took up lots of his room. He found what he was tasked with doing and unbuttoned the part of the bodysuit that held her oversized cock and balls. Harry set them free from their captivity and got to work.

He kissed the giant cock's tip, lathered it up with his tongue, and got to thrust it into his mouth. Going back and forth on the cock, going deeper into his mouth and down the throat.

On the outside, Olympe quivered at how warm and tight his mouth and throat were. She steeled herself and made her way back to the Great Hall floating underneath her dress, sucking away at her sick as if it was the last thing he'll ever get.

Professor McGonagall approached her and offered her a goblet of wine, "Madame Maxime, may I speak with you."

"Yes, of course, Professor." The two made their way to a less populated part of the Hall and stood together.

They were quiet until the professor spoke, "How has my student been doing in your care? Is he happy?"

"What brought this one?" Maxime wondered.

"I feel like I failed him." Minerva admitted, which piqued the other's curiosity and allowed her to continue, "He came to this school wanting friends, a family, learning about his parents, a proper education. He was provided with all those things, but his family abandoned him. My own house kicked him out. My students hurt him because of something out of his control."

She took a breather and collected herself, "I preached that one's house will be like his or her family, but it wasn't the right one for Harry." She looked over at Olympe, "Until you came around. He lost another family when he was made champion but gained another through you and your students."

Olympe slipped her wine, "Yes, he's been terrific to be around. My girls help him with schoolwork, and he's made good friends with them. I love and care for him as if he was my son."

McGonagall laughed, "I guess that makes two of us." Olympe looked at her with an odd look.

She explained, "I've been trying to get Albus to allow me to adopt Harry as my son since he first came here. He lives with his abusive, muggle relatives. They would despise anything related to magic, even if it is a family member. He begged the headmaster not to send him back each summer but has always been rejected."

"So, you wish to be in his life more."

"Yes, I want him to accept me as a possible mother to him. Maybe even someone he could love as anything more than a mother."

This time, Olympe laughed, "That also makes two of us." Minerva nearly spat out her drink at that admission.

"You mean?!-"

The larger female giggled, "That's right, my girls and I love Harry more than a friend or son. He's our lover."

"Where is he anyway?" The professor questioned.

Maxime pointed down at her dress which caught Minerva's attention, and patted down on it.

"What's Mr. Potter doing under your dress?" Minerva asked.

"Currently, he's taking my big fat cock down his tight little throat." Olympe said this as she started blushing and heard a mewl from Harry along with the release of her seed, "And now he's swallowing all of it..." She continued drinking her wine.

Minerva was undisturbed by hearing the female Half-Giant had a cock because it was the Magical World. If it's possible, it most likely will and can happen. She also heard the yelp but was more curious, "How is he in bed? Is he good?" She blushes after realizing what she has asked of her student.

Olympe smirked, "Are you asking to have a turn at working his body to your pleasure?"

Minerva looked away, blushing, "Maybe I am. Will you accept me to be in his life of his? Because I doubt he'd want to stay in Hogwarts after this year is over."

The French Headmistress thought it over some, "Sure. He needs more mother figures and lovers to fill his mental and physical holes." Minerva McGonagall agreed and continued speaking but changed the conversation to something else.

As this was going on, Harry was holding his cum-filled belly and realized that now his professor wanted to be another one of his lovers, "Just great. Like I don't have too much on my plate already."

A few hours pass, and everyone heads back to their rooms and calls it a night with Harry sleeping in Olympe's hold.

Chapter 8: 2025 Update

I know it has been awhile since my last update but that isn't without reason.

Looking back on the story now, I'm not happy with how it turned out and I know I could do a lot better.

Also, concerning character design references, I decided to go with AI generation just like the rest of my stories as using the likeness of real life people feels a bit weird to do.

But anyway, I am currently planning out a new and improved version of what this story could have been.

It's going to be coming sooner than later.