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Dressed in only one of Neville's oversized button ups and a pair of lace knickers, Pansy shouldered her way into the greenhouse with two vials of viscous liquid in her hands. Neville was sitting at his work bench, potting supplies next to him as he reviewed a hand scratched to-do list on a torn piece of parchment. As she approached, he smiled without looking up.
"Thanks for the tea, Pans. I left it on the counter and haven't had a chance to make it back inside. I need some caffeine." Tilting his head up to her, he gave her one of his famous smiles. His big green eyes turned puzzled as he clocked the vials in her hands. "That's not tea."
"Very observant, my giant." Carefully setting the vials down next to his work gloves, she climbed into his lap, straddling one of his thick thighs. She grabbed his face in both of her hands, pulling him down for a kiss. Murmuring against his lips, she said demurely, "I have a better way to get your blood flowing this morning."
With another kiss, he slid his hands around to cup her backside. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
Pansy leaned back, giving him a mischievous smile. She plucked a hair from his head.
"Ouch! What was that for?"
Raising an eyebrow, she grabbed one of the vials from behind her. "We are going to polyjuice as each other and explore our bodies."
She dropped in his hair, the liquid sizzling as it made contact. She replaced the stopper, giving it a shake. Pulling out a hair of her own, she did the same with the other vial before handing it to him.
"Ah, we are now, eh?" Neville held the vial up to the light, swirling it to absorb the hair. "You just keep polyjuice potion laying around?"
"'I'm resourceful." Grasping the vial delicately between two fingers, she studied the dissolving hair.
If he knew anything about the love of his life, she was indeed. "What gave you this idea?"
She leaned in to nip at his chin. "Last night, when you had your cock stuffed all the way down my throat, the sounds coming out of you were inhuman. Salazar, Neville, it was so fucking hot. I desperately need to know how that felt for you."
His eyes darkened at her admission. "I've always wondered what it feels like to a woman as I'm thrusting inside of her."
Grinning, she ran a finger playfully down his chest. "Today's the day. Bottoms up!"
Pansy removed the cork from her vial and tossed it back. The liquid tasted earthy and citrusy, a match to Neville's natural scent. It bloomed hot in her stomach, and within seconds, she sensed it racing through her veins.
Hopping off Neville's lap, she shimmied out of her panties, throwing them on the work bench. She could already feel her bones shifting and her skin stretching.
Downing his own vial, Neville smacked his lips in satisfaction. "Your liquid tasted like honeysuckles and mint. One might think that's an odd combination, but it was delicious." Unbuttoning his shirt, he glanced over to see Pansy's body beginning to elongate. "Well, this works rather quickly."
He was still undressing when his body made the final adjustment into Pansy's form. Practically swimming in extra fabric, his feet lifted easily out of his boots as he tugged his pants down to his feet. He glanced up to see Pansy as himself looming over him. He'd never felt so tiny in his life.
"No wonder you call me giant." He chuckled, shucking off the final layer of clothing.
Pansy grabbed her cock, enjoying the weight of it in her hand. "It's not because of your height, love."
He watched her slide her fingers down the soft member, seeing it pulse in her hand. Blushing Neville felt a warmth start up in his gut, low and deep. Oh. That was not where he expected to feel heat. He looked down to see sloped, small breasts, and he pinched a nipple experimentally. A zing traveled south, feeding the fire.
"Oh, I look incredible with a blush on my face." She reached out one calloused hand, caressing Neville's cheek. She brushed a thumb over his lip. "I look so small, too. Like a doll." With her other hand, she slowly pumped herself, her cock coming awake. She hadn't expected every inch of his member to be so sensitive. She scraped her fingernails experimentally over the ridged tip, her cock jerking in response. With her other hand, she palpated her balls, enjoying the twinging along her length in response.
This was going to be fun.
"Stand up. Let me show you how I like my tits to be touched."
As Neville moved upright, she dropped her cock, and it slapped against her thigh. A jolt of pleasure rolled through her. Even accidental contact felt incredible. How did men deal with this all day long? Something hanging off the front of them that could literally spring up at any time. She imagined just the brush of fabric could jumpstart an erection.
Focusing back on the task at hand, Pansy stalked forward and palmed both of Neville's breasts. "A gentle squeeze is a nice start." She slid her palms over, dragging her thumbs up to tease the tips into peaks. "And finger pads have a nice feel to stiffen the nipples." Neville's breathing was ticking up at her attention to his body. "But…" Pansy trailed off as she lifted Neville up, setting him down on the table, back flat against the wooden surface. "My favorite is teeth and tongue."
She dropped her now larger body over top of him and dove down, her teeth catching his nipple in a rough tug, tongue flicking out against the hard tip. Arching up into her, Neville gasped, his fingers finding her hair. Pansy released her teeth and licked with the flat of her tongue.
"And as good as that feels," she said with another lick, "this feels even better." Moving her mouth lower, she nibbled along the underside of his breast as she rolled his now wet, pebbled tip between her fingers. Neville writhed under her, releasing another breathy gasp.
"That feels… Oh, Merlin! My nipples are nowhere near that sensitive. And whatever you're doing with your teeth, please, don't stop." Neville's fingers tightened around the strands of her hair. Tiny, throaty groans panted out of him.
Pansy smiled against his skin before moving over to the other breast, repeating her actions. Her engorged cock brushed against his knee and she hissed out a breath through her teeth. Her manly appendage was growing at an alarming rate. The stretching skin and tightening near her spine was a bizarre feeling, very different than how female arousal built up. The urge to grab herself was irresistible. Straightening back up and stepping away from the table, she fisted her cock and began to languidly pump, feeling beads of precum form at the tip.
"Oh, Gods, how can you bear it? I think I'd have my hand wrapped around myself all the time if I had one of these." Pansy moaned as she stroked back and forth.
Lifting himself up onto his elbows, Neville caught sight of her, his lips quirking up. " It's quite a strong feeling isn't it? Women don't seem to understand why we can't keep our hands off ourselves."
"I thoroughly get it now." Pansy's voice was strained as she continued sliding her fingers along her shaft. "This thing is so receptive. All I did was brush your knee and I thought I was going to explode. How do you walk around with this all day, rubbing against your trousers?"
"It's a burden I must bravely endure." Neville chuckled, sliding off the table to stand in front of her. "If you think your fingers feel good, wait until there's a warm, wet mouth around you."
Oh, sweet sodding Salazar, yes, that's exactly what she wanted. Needed. Craved.
Reaching between them, with his petite, soft hands, he pried Pansy's fingers free, taking over. With each slide down her shaft, he started by squeezing the base before twisting his fingers, his thumb catching wetness as it slid along her slit. Pansy's knees buckled as she cried out, hands landing on Neville's shoulders to keep her balance.
"Try not to come before I get on my knees, love."
Panting, Pansy grabbed a handful of Neville's hair, yanking his head back to face her. "Then you'll need to stop doing… that!" With a moan, she slammed her mouth over his. Her heart was galloping like a spooked horse in her chest. The tightening in her spine was now tingling, a sensation she'd never before known, and her balls were drawing up, preparing to spread her-erm Neville's-seed. Only a handful more taunting pulls on her cock and she would come. Men really could get turned on by almost nothing and reach completion with minimal effort. It was wholly unfair. She licked into Neville's mouth, her hips rocking to increase the friction from his hands.
Ending the kiss, Neville licked along her jaw, sucking on the tender skin just below her ear. "Then I better move on to my next trick."
When he released her cock, she whined in protest, thrusting into his abdomen. "Don't worry, love. The next part will be even better."
Neville's hands skimmed up her body, appreciating the hard planes of muscle. It was obvious the long hours of manual labor he performed daily in this very greenhouse were paying off. He raked his fingernails down Pansy's back, feeling her shudder against him, her cock pulsing as it rested flush with his stomach. She was hard as steel.
It was time to grant Pansy's wish.
Neville left a wet collection of open mouthed kisses down her chest and abdomen, following the dark trail of hair that marked the path to his target. Landing on his knees, he grabbed her cock, looking up to make eye contact as he slapped it against his outstretched tongue.
"Oh, Nev, fuck yeah." He felt her twitch in his hand as she canted forward, a burst of wetness leaking out. Her eyes shone with longing and desire, only a sliver of green present around her dilated pupils.
Her enjoyment of his body's randiness was ratcheting up his own arousal. He felt hot all over, like his skin was burning, but it was nothing compared to the simmering fire in his core. He ached to reach down and touch himself, slide along his clit, shove his digits deep inside; but more than that, he wanted Pansy to show him the best ways to bring out her desires while he inhabited her body.
Resisting the pull to fondle himself, he kept his hands on Pansy's cock, guiding the tip into his waiting mouth. He licked along her shaft as he slid her deep. Once she was wedged in so far he could barely breathe, he sucked hard, hollowing out his cheeks. Hot, salty wetness leaked out, dripping down to trigger his gag reflex.
Her fingers again tangled in his hair as she threw her head back with a groan. She pushed even deeper, her cock filling him completely. Gagging again, Neville's eyes watered, hot tears spilling down his cheeks. He kept one hand tight around the shaft, holding her in place as he swallowed around her.
Pansy's moans were music to his ears. "Fucking hell, that is obscene!"
Humming in response, Neville guided her back out before slamming over her again. He started up a quick rhythm. Each time her tip went to the back of his mouth, he gagged as she groaned.
Wanting to blow her mind, Neville slid a hand behind, tracing the curve of her arse before slipping one finger between her cheeks to circle her puckered hole. Her movements stuttered slightly and she tightened her hold on his head. Pushing to find her limit, he popped his finger past the snug ring to gently massage her prostate. Her cock throbbed in his mouth as she let out an unearthly howl.
"This… this build up is so fast, fuck. Nev, I'm going to come!" Fisting her hair, she matched his brutal pace with violent pumps of her own. Her chest was heaving with exertion, and she expelled loud grunts with every thrust. In a matter of seconds, she let out a ragged cry, pulsing down his throat. Cum spilled out from the corners of Neville's mouth, dripping down his chin to the earth below.
Pansy pulled out and a cascade of frothy cum followed. Spitting out a mouthful of spend, Neville wiped at his watery eyes and sticky chin.
"Merlin, Pans, how do you manage to swallow all that? I couldn't keep it in my mouth. You just kept shooting more in."
She laughed, breathing hard as she bent over, hands on her knees. "It's a talent." She blew him a kiss. "It's strange having my pleasure point in front of me. But the orgasm pulling from my spine and balls? The white hot pleasure those few seconds before exploding? Fucking exquisite."
"Did it satisfy your curiosity?"
"Having the tip wedged in your throat was good, yes, but that thing you did with your finger was the best part." Lowering her eyebrows, she gave him a sultry smile. "I didn't know a finger in the arse could feel so good. I can start adding that to the repertoire if you'd like."
"Only if you're good with it." He shifted back on his haunches, looking up at her with cheeks flushed from both exertion and embarrassment.
"Oh, Nev, I'm down for anything that'll make you feel that incredible."
"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking."
"You big, beautiful, considerate oaf. Always ask for what you want." She reached down, yanking him up to his feet. "Now. Let me return the favor."
Snagging her wand off the ground, she backed him up further into the greenhouse, away from the work table and towards a collection of exotic plants.
"How well does your devil's snare obey you?"
"Pretty well, I'd say."
"Brilliant." Signaling with her wand, she cast a spell, urging the plant's strong vines to slither out and wrap around each of Neville's limbs. The plant lifted his lightweight body off the ground, pulling him snug against the bulk of its trunk.
"What are you-" Neville's voice was cut off as one vine slid between his teeth, preventing his tongue from wagging.
"Keep your eyes on mine. If this becomes too much, blink three times and I'll release you. Got it?" He nodded. "Good."
Waving her wand again, a vine snaked out and around his middle to hold him steady as two others pulled his arms above his head. Secured tightly around his thighs and ankles, two more vines pulled his legs apart, exposing his glistening cunt to the air.
With one last wand flick, Pansy encouraged two more vines to slide across his chest, one rubbing softly along the undersides of his breasts, the other over his nipple line, adding friction to Neville's already hardened peaks. Pleased with her work, she tossed her wand aside and got on her knees in front of him.
"I dabbled with women in university, and I found each woman was very unique." Pansy slipped one long finger through Neville's slit, moving through the wetness to graze his entrance. "How the labia sits, how prominent the clit is, whether she's more likely to come with clitoral stimulation alone or if she needs penetration too." She leaned in, parting his folds with both hands, her face hovering only inches away. "It was always a fun game to discover how she liked to be touched, teased," she shot her eyes up, catching his gaze. "and tasted."
She darted her tongue out to circle his bundle of nerves, feeling him quiver at the contact. Tapping softly against his clit, she moved her hands over to stroke the supple skin of his inner thighs. Her tongue moved down to his entrance, gathering up the taste of him, technically herself, before flattening out to lick back up to his apex. Latching her mouth over his clit, she sucked him in, resuming her soft tapping on his bud.
Pansy loved her own personal scent and flavor. She preferred when her partners would kiss her after drawing out her arousal, leaving a bit of herself on her own tongue. Being able to devour herself was a heightened erotic experience, and she knew this would not be the last time she would encourage polyjuice play.
Neville was astounded at the magnitude of sensations overwhelming him. Between the vine pleasuring his nipples and Pansy's mouth consuming him, he could barely let out a breath without keening around the plant gag. The female arousal was complex. Coiling tightness was surrounded by a building inferno in his core, more subtle yet entirely more intense than a male's build-up. As Pansy added a finger to her ministrations, slipping it inside to brush along his inner walls, Neville felt that heat ratcheting up, spreading through his whole body. He tried to rock down, force her to plunge in even deeper, but the vines held him fast.
"You like that?" Pansy pulled back, her chin and lips covered in moisture.
She added a second finger, watching his features scrunch up in lust as a muffled cry ripped out of him. She went back to her sucking routine, now lapping more firmly with her tongue and kept sliding her fingers over the front of his inner walls. He was squirming against his bonds, wailing around his gag, and Pansy was eating it up. She loved pushing him to a breaking point.
As he began to flutter around her fingers, Neville's face turned bright red, his breathing labored, his body quaking. He came with a roar strong enough to push the vine out of his mouth. Pansy slowed her movements, continuing to coax out several aftershocks. She wanted to ensure he received the full female orgasmic experience.
Unsurprised, she found her cock was back at attention and ready for more action. So easily aroused were men. While she eased Neville down from bliss, she ran her fingers back and forth over her hardness.
Once his walls stopped clenching around her fingers, she pulled them out and sucked off his release. Her eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure as she savored the musky flavor. Salazar, she was delicious. No wonder Neville spent so much time buried in her cunt.
"How was that, Nev?" Pansy asked as she stood up, brushing a lock of black hair from his face.
"I…" he said thickly before swallowing. "I am jealous."
Pansy barked out a laugh. "I'm guessing you loved it."
"I love knowing I can do that to you. That was… volcanic. Explosive. Life-changing."
Pansy cupped his jaw, kissing him lovingly. "You are so selfless."
Speaking against her mouth, he asked, "Are you going to let me down now?"
Pansy smiled against his lips. "Oh, no, I think I'd like to fuck you just as you are. Grant your wish. Let you learn the feel of a dick inside you." Moving her hips forward, she positioned herself at his entrance.
"Ready, my love?"
He nodded in agreement. Grabbing his hips, she thrust up into him, sheathing herself in one go. Their synchronized cries echoed around them. Pansy held herself deep, allowing him to stretch around her, adjust to his size. She dropped her forehead down to his, breathing hard through her nose.
She pulled out and moved back in slowly, both watching her cock getting swallowed up by his cunt.. Increasing her speed, it took several thrusts to find the right movement and rhythm. It had been years since Pansy'd pegged anyone and the action felt foreign. Idly, she wondered if Neville would be into that. Something to bring up in the aftermath, certainly.
"Pans, Godric, this is… fuck!" Neville panted out as he desperately tried to rock with her. "Can you go any deeper?"
"Oh, I think that can be arranged."
Pansy moved one hand around to his backside, the other to his shoulder, tilting his body just enough to change the angle. She pushed in, hitting back so far she thought she might be touching his cervix. Fuck, that was absurdly delicious. She resumed her shuttling. Wet, squelching sounds surrounded them, proof of Neville's arousal and Pansy's vicious rhythm.
"Ugh, I look so good taking my cock." Pansy's climax was cresting on the horizon, her balls teasingly taut.
Clenching around her, Neville mewled, throwing his head back to clunk against the devil's snare. At once, Pansy's internal flame became a wildfire, scorching through her.
"Gods, keep squeezing me, Nev!" As she pounded into him, her thumb found his clit, adding pressure. Neville's clenching became rhythmic as he toppled over the edge into another orgasm. Pansy held back her own release to fuck him through it, continuing her hard thrusts and clitoral stimulation.
She was proud of herself for maintaining composure and not coming the same time he did. As she prepared to chase her own pleasure, she felt something prodding between her legs. A vine snaked up, caressing over her taint. Without warning, euphoria fell over her, and she released deep inside Neville, leaving hot streaks of cum all over his inner walls. She collapsed into him, legs wobbling, clinging to his tied up body for support.
What a fucking ride.
After what felt like minutes, she stepped back, observing the woman's body before her. Her body, Neville's essence.
She looked lovely freshly fucked. Hair slightly mussed, cheeks a healthy, rosy pink, lips bee stung and plump, with a sheen of sweat on every inch of her skin. Finding her wand, she released the spell holding him up and he nearly tumbled to the ground, Pansy's arms catching him just in time.
"Was that everything you thought it would be and more?" She inquired, kissing his sweaty temple.
He chuckled, snuggling into her. "I should be asking you the same question."
Laughing, she slung an arm over his shoulders. "Let's move this to the shower. Maybe we can get one more session in before our bodies change back. I'd like to fuck you against a shower wall."
"Oh, I'd like that too, very much."
"Neville?" Pansy grabbed their clothes off the ground as they made their way towards the exit.
"Yeah?"
"Can I peg you later?"
Neville's eyes shot to his hairline, before he tilted his head curiously. "You know, I've never been pegged, but…" He smiled up at her, his pupils once again dilating. "For you, I'd try anything, love."