Bodacious Bombshells Pt. 4 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Bimbofication, Threesome, Dom/Sub

Summary: Part 4 of Bodacious Bombshells. After Padma overhears Cho and Luna talking about their new master in the Ravenclaw Common Room, she tells Parvati all about it. Normally the two aren't that close, but in this case Padma knows she can't jump on this alone. They both decide they want in and to prove how committed they are, they cast the spell on each other in front of Harry so that neither of them can change back on their own. Of course, they forgot to change out of their school uniforms into baggier clothes... 

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By this point, Harry has grown pretty used to meeting up with Hermione and the others at the Room of Requirement for some pretty routine fun. He’s gotten so used to it that he’s come to expect it, even. Which is why he’s a little taken aback when he arrives on the Seventh Floor to find only Hermione waiting for him outside.

“Hermione? Are Cho and Luna already inside the Room?”

Smiling mysteriously, the very beautiful brunette bombshell shakes her head.

“No, but another pair of girls are. I don’t want to ruin the surprise though… go on in Harry. And… enjoy~”

Wait, what? Harry blinks as Hermione just grins at him, clearly not intending to tell him anything more. Nor is she intending to go in with him? He wonders why… but at the same time, he trusts Hermione implicitly. The brunette isn’t just his best friend, she’s his first lover. He knows she would never do anything to hurt him, at least not willingly. And if she wants to surprise him… well, Harry suspects its going to be a damn good surprise.

Nodding and smiling to Hermione, he goes ahead and steps into the Room of Requirement. The door closes behind him, even as Harry’s eyes go wide at what the Room has been transformed into. It’s like something straight out of a Middle Eastern Palace. A Harem Room. And Harry isn’t just saying that because the two girls waiting for him turn out to be none other than the Patil Twins.

Padma and Parvati Patil both smile nervously as he soaks in their appearance. The only way Harry is able to tell them apart is the color differences in their school uniforms. Neither are wearing their robes, but both are wearing their white blouses, pleated skirts, and neck ties. This means that he knows Padma is Padma because of the blue and silver of Ravenclaw, and he knows Parvati is Parvati because of the red and gold of Gryffindor.

Though… he’s a little surprised by their presence. Number One, neither girl looks like they’ve used Hermione’s magic on themselves yet. He’s not one to be overly shallow, and the Patil Twins ARE cute don’t get him wrong… but they don’t hold a candle to Hermione, Cho, or Luna. Not as they are now. But also, Number Two… the last time Harry had spoken to either Patil Twin was at the disastrous Yule Ball, where he and Ron had spent the night having a horrible time and effectively ignoring their dates for no good reason.

Obviously, with more experience in the ways of women under his belt now, Harry could look back on that night and kick himself for not at least dancing with his half of the twins more. Maybe even engaging in some snogging… or something more, if she was interested. But still, he was surprised that they were willing to forgive him for that night.

“”Hi Harry~””

Speaking in unison, Padma and Parvati both flash him identical grins, making him grin back. He would have been unable to so much as respond before… but he’s grown a lot in the last little while.

“Hello ladies. Fancy meeting you here. Though… you’re not as I would expect…”

There. That was the best way he could think to word it without giving away exactly what he meant. Fortunately, Padma and Parvati not only understand what he’s getting at, they also don’t take offense either. Looking at one another, they share a nod.

“We wanted to apologize for how… slow we were to realize what a catch you were, Harry.”

“And we also wanted to prove our commitment.”

“That’s why, even though Hermione already taught us the spell…”

“… we held off until now. So we could cast it in front of you. On each other.”

“That way, neither of us can back out on our own.”

“We’re in this together, Harry. For the long haul.”

Blinking as he ping pongs back and forth between the two identical, grinning witches, Harry can only watch as they take a step apart from one another and turn their wands onto each other. A moment later and they both cast Hermione’s spell. Not on themselves, but on one another just like they said. Harry’s eyes widen as Padma and Parvati’s bodies immediately transform into the same bodacious bombshells he’s gotten used to of late.

RIIIIIIIIP~

However, neither Indian Witch seems to have realized just how… tight their school uniforms were on their old bodies. Because what was tight on normal figures becomes impossible to contain on their new bimbofied forms. Their gorgeous, dusky breasts pop out of their blouses, buttons flying everywhere. Meanwhile, their hips and ass expand out from under their pleated skirts, turning the things into miniskirts in mere moments.

Parvati and Padma both squeak and blush at this… before seeing the look on Harry’s face as his eyes roam their new forms, all but revealed to him. What can he say? Harry Potter is a singular sort of wizard. He likes big butts, big tits, and big lips and he cannot deny it. This is who he is and why he has been LOVING Hermione’s new body ever since she used her spell on herself.

Seeing his appreciation, any doubts that the Patil Twins had before abruptly go up in smoke. Beaming at one another, Padma and Parvati drop down to their hands and knees in unison, crawling over on all fours to where Harry is standing. Then, they both tug him by the belt further into the room, shuffling back all the way to the bed in a way that makes their fat tits bounce and jiggle hypnotically. Combined with their licking of their now pillowy lips and Harry is rock hard by the time they turn him around and sit him on the edge of the bed.

Nestling themselves between his legs, the bimbofied Patil Twins finally pull forth his cock from its confines… cooing over how massive and engorged his length is.

“It’s perfect… so big and thick and throbbing. Oh Merlin, it’s absolutely wonderful~”

“Just think… if only we’d had the foresight to ditch that loser Ron and drag Harry off to some abandoned classroom back in our Fourth Year, this could have been ours all along.”

Harry blushes at the imagery. It would have been fun… but he was happy things had turned out this way truth be told. Not only because he liked that Hermione was his first lover and the gatekeeper to his rapidly enlarging harem, but also because thanks to Hermione, every single one of the witches he got in bed with were voluptuous, curvaceous bombshells to a T. And Harry Potter definitely had a type.

Moaning happily, Parvati and Padma dive in at the same time and tackle either side of his cock. They run their plush lips up and down his member before slipping out their tongues so they can swipe and lap at his throbbing shaft. Together, they kiss, lick, and slurp all over his length, even engaging in routine three-way kisses between themselves and his bulbous cockhead.

As their tongues swap spit while also lavishing praise upon his dick tip, Harry tosses his head back and groans, his hands coming down upon the top of their heads. If anything, this only spurs the pair of Indian Witches on further, however. They work their ways up and down his massive pale shaft like they’re possessed. Possessed by the spirit of Hermione’s perversion, maybe.

He understood why Hermione had stayed out of this one now. It was one thing for her to introduce Cho and Luna to him. Maybe she’d not been entirely secure in her position back then, but even then… well, she loved to say he was too much wizard for any one witch to handle.

However, this was different. This was twins. Hermione clearly hadn’t wanted to taint the experience with her presence and Harry had to agree. As much as he loved his brunette friend, having just the Patil Twins for their first time together was superb. No distractions, no other women… just two identical bombshells, eager and enthusiastic about worshipping his cock with their fat lips and wild tongues.

With Padma and Parvati going to town on his dick, it’s not long before Harry lets out another groan, this one a little different. Shuddering, he makes sure to catch their eyes, even as he grins.

“Here it comes, Parvati, Padma. I’m going to cum any moment now…”

To their credit, the twins don’t hesitate or freeze up. Almost as if they’d planned this out ahead of time, Padma and Parvati quickly reposition themselves so that they’re shoulder to shoulder instead of facing one another. They press their faces together and bring their tongues to the tip of his cock as one, wiggling them along his glans and grabbing hold of his length with their hands to stroke him off in unison.

It’s a wonderful display of teamwork… and in the end, there’s simply no helping it. Harry cums with a groan, and his hot white seed sprays all over their dark, caramel faces. His sticky cum winds up hosing them down as he experiences one of the best orgasms of his life. He’s not sure any release, save for maybe the first time he’d cum inside Hermione, can measure up to how it feels to facialize two hot and ready to trot witch twins.

In response to his explosive release, Padma and Parvati moan for a second before turning on one another and engaging in the lewdest, most debauched makeout session Harry has ever witnessed. The identical Indian Witches proceed to kiss, lick, and slurp at one another’s faces and mouths, collecting as much of his cum from each other’s faces as they possibly can while rubbing their mostly naked bodies against each other.

Looking at this, Harry knows he can only bring himself to fuck them one way. There’s just no world in which he can choose which of them to fuck first and which to fuck second. Rather… it has to be together. They’re twins after all, and everything he’s seen so far makes it clear they do everything like this together… including getting fucked by his big fat cock.

Grinning, Harry pulls out his wand and floats Padma and Parvati into the air. They both tense a bit, but upon realizing it’s him, they don’t stop what they’re doing. In the end, they let him lay them both out on the bed on their sides, still in their lover’s embrace as they clean each other’s faces.

Which is where they’ll remain, because Harry isn’t about to let them pull apart. Instead, he grabs them by their ankles and pulls their top legs up into the air, trapping them both against either side of his chest. With this, their legs are nice and spread for him, their puffy, sopping pussy lips clenching needily and squishing against one another.

That’s where Harry shoves his cock. With the two of them on their sides and their legs high in the air, Harry thrusts into the tight space between their cunts and bodies, fucking their abdomens as much as he’s fucking their pussies. Hot-dogging their cunt lips, Harry thrusts forward rapidly, making the Patil Twins moan into one another’s mouths for a moment longer before they finally pull apart to look up at him.

Their eyes are lidded, their lips are parted, and their panting is like music to Harry’s ears as their pussy lips clench down along his thrusting shaft with every pass he makes between them. Their bodies shudder in orgasmic bliss, and Harry grins as first Parvati and then Padma both cum for him, just from that much. He hasn’t even properly penetrated either of them yet, but Hermione’s spell makes the witch much more sensitive, so he’s not surprised when they orgasm all over his shaft.

Only then does Harry pull back enough… and let fate decide which twin he thrusts into first. He’s pretty sure it’s Parvati who loses her virginity to him first… but in the end, it doesn’t matter. Because his very next thrust takes him completely out of her and into her twin. In two thrusts, both of the beautiful, bodacious Indian Witches lose their virginities to Harry’s big fat prick. And he doesn’t stop there either, not by a long shot.

Alternating between them slows him down quite a bit, since he’s not confident enough in his movements to speed up too much. If he went too fast, he risked missing their cunts and while it was likely that a miss would just result in him pushing between their tightly compressed bodies again, it was also possible he’d hurt himself.

Instead he fucks the gorgeous Indian Twins with purpose. One and then the other. He makes up for the lack of speed by providing both Parvati and Padma with the deepest and most penetrating thrusts he can manage. Thanks to their incredibly slippery and sloppily wet pussies, this is easy enough. Each thrust goes all the way to their womb, and with how closest they’re embracing one another, they actually feel his cock through the other’s abdomen as a result of this powerful pounding he’s giving them both.

Their wanton moans fill the air as they cum for him again and again, their perfect pussies clenching down around his member over and over. Harry, meanwhile, is grinning so wide that his face hurts a little bit. Hermione was right, this was a great surprise. As he fucks Padma and Parvati in unison, their pussies constantly climaxing upon his length, his balls churn and he can feel himself getting close.

But where to cum, really? In the end, there’s only one option. Sure, he could cum in one or the other, or even try to do half and half. Or… or he could cum in the one place that will guarantee he gets to watch the slutty twins makeout some more while cleaning each other off.

So that’s what he does. His final thrust goes right back up the middle of their writhing, wiggling bodies. Hot-dogging their pussy lips again, sliding along their messy, slippery abdomens, Harry tosses his head back with a groan and cums explosively. His seed shoots up into the tight space between their figures, the pressure resulting in a geyser of cum exploding out from betwixt their squished breasts.

The result is that a whole lot of his seed winds up on their faces and tits again… which in the end gets Harry exactly what he wanted. A beautiful view of the Patil Twins covered in his cum, locked in a lover’s embrace, cleaning one another off with their tongues. As Harry pulls back and takes in this sight with a smile, he lets out a happy, contented sigh.

He’d have to make sure to thank Hermione properly later. This was the best surprise ever.