This choice: Fast forward - Start Year 3 - The Prizoner of Azkaban • Go Back...Chapter #2Harry Potter and the gift of Innate Bodymancy. P1 by: Silence   Harry Potter, the boy that lived, took a deep breath and sighed as he laid in his bed… once again, here he was back in the prison that was the Dursley house hold. More specifically it was only his first day back… but that was already too long for the young man’s liking. He’d happily repeat his ordeal with Tomas Riddle and Slytherin’s damn basilisk if it meant spending the summer anywhere else, even with the trouble it caused him.
At the moment he was occupying his time before sleep took him by practicing his wand movements, careful not to utter any of the incantations- the last thing he wanted was to risk expulsion from Hogwarts!
As he went through the motions though, an uncomfortable tightness started to form in his nether regions… and Harry frowned and groaned quietly, mentally cursing the basilisk for the umpteenth time… for you see Harry Potter has just started going through puberty this year- 12 years old was hardly an unusual age for it to begin… and in Harry’s case not much had been unusual about his so far… until his ordeal in the Chamber of Secrets where he was subjected to two very magical substances: basilisk venom and phoenix tears.
Basilisk venom had two uses and two uses only: death and destruction. It was both a deadly neurotoxin, as well a magically corrosive acid. Phoenix tears on the other hand, given the rare birds’ connection to life and death, could cure just about anything, including otherwise fatal basilisk venom… and also unbeknownst to all of wizarding kind until very recently, also acted as a very mild yet long lasting magic stimulant that promoted growth and acted as an aphrodisiac, which further helped those a Phoenix had shed tears for recover from the exhaustion of their wounds or aliments being repaired.
That alone wouldn’t be enough to account for the sudden growth spurt Harry found himself in soon afterwards… that would be the neutralized venom’s fault. As it turned out, part of reason the horrible black liquid that was a basilisk’s venom was so potent, was the fact that it was also a powerful catalyst that drew strength from what it was applied too, not only weakening it, but using the stolen life force or magical energy to fortify itself as it spread so it remained just as potent as the moment it left the snake’s fangs, which was how even a tiny drop could kill an entire army of beasts and men or overwhelm even a Horcrux’s attempts to repair itself, all the energy spent on repair was just fed on to hasten it’s destruction.
But… as it turns out a phoenix’s tears were sneaky in their own right as to how they counteracted basilisk venom. The healing power of their tears only neutralizes the toxins and draining effect of the venom, leaving the catalytic part to propagate the power of the tear instead, subverting that which made it so deadly in the first place, slowly consuming the venom over time. Usually this meant someone saved from a basilisk’s bite would feel a rush for a good while afterwards, lasting until the rest of the catalyst was consumed, and up until now it had been assumed that those rare individuals fortunate to have a run in with basilisk or their venom and live to tell the tale were just ridding the rush of having cheating the reaper… and none of those recorded in the past had been a boy in the beginnings of his teens going through puberty.
It started small, Harry woke up the next day just noticeably taller and with his young manhood a just bit larger too, and it was shrugged off as a normal growth spurt… but then it kept happening, day after day, more noticeable each time until a week later he looked a year older and had the endowments of an average man, that’s when he went to Madam Pomfrey.
A battery of magical tests ruled out the usual culprits for a supercharged growth spurt… and after some remedies she had tried failed to work, she went to Dumbledore with a theory. One vial full of basilisk venom and a single phoenix tear later, and they had a vail of glowing liquid that looked a bit like bottled fire, and contained the answer to how a phoenix could overpower the one of the most deadly substances known to magical kind, and why Harry ended up the way he was and why nothing seemed to reverse it, all his growth was fortified with the potent healing magics, which reacted all the potions he had been given to return him to normal as though the were poisons.
As for why his penis got so much larger, well magic was often sympathetic and symbolic in nature: phoenixes were a symbol of life and rebirth, genitalia were directly responsible for creating new life… so naturally that’s were the magic had concentrated the most, that and his heart, for obvious reasons.
Indeed as the substance in his body in his body was slowly used up his manhood grew faster, to the point where it was growing a centimeter every day, until it finally started to peter out after three weeks from opening the chamber. At this point Harry looked roughly fifteen years old, and had a member roughly the size of a summer sausage when erect and two balls the size of lemons… and turned out to be stuck this way, as the mixture had been incorporated into his body from all the growing he had done. It wasn’t enough to continue his supernatural growth spurt, but it was more than enough to give him a potent healing factor that would steadily undo any attempt to return to his body to the stage of growth it should be in… so Harry would just have to live with it, as well as any further growth his once again normal puberty caused.
Thankfully, he had quickly been taught a couple charms to assist in keeping his massive manhood in check: stimulation charms to help deal with the moments it got excited (which happened very, very often) quickly in the privacy of a restroom, as well as temporary shrinking charms for it to help make it more manageable and a fitting charm to help his clothes last until he could get new ones. While this had helped immensely, now that he was out of Hogwarts he was stuck dealing with things the old fashioned way… which thankfully he didn’t need anyone to explain to him beyond the general rundown of how sex and reproduction work that Madam Pomfrey saw prudent to give him.
Back In his bed Harry arched his pelvis in the air and pulled down his pajamas and underwear below his hips, freeing the beast caged with in the now far too small garments to bounce out and stand firmly erect straight up in the air for a moment… until it’s owner planted his buttocks back in bed and it fell over onto his stomach with a wet slap. Harry looked down at the turgid flesh with mixed feelings. On the one hand it was nice having such a large virile member, and orgasms were always fun, especially seeing as they became more intense as it grew. When he first came to Madam Pomfrey, it managed several small spurts of semen in a sort intense series of bursts that lasted no longer than a few seconds. Now the thing spat out long ropes of spunk in a prolonged orgasm that rose and fell in pleasure over the course of ten to fifteen seconds.
On the other hand, most of him hated the extra attention it and his massive growth spurt had garnered, he had a enough of it as it was just being the Boy that lived! And as much fun as it was playing with his member, the damn thing was messy as hell, given the copious amounts of semen and natural lubricant it produced, and even back at Hogwarts, he wasn’t taught the scouring charm to clean up after it, (not that it’d help him here) just to go deal with it in the nearest bathroom. Plus… while it wasn’t unheard of a boy his age to have their bits developed to the point full of functionality, it was rare and generally not to his degree, so that in itself felt like a stigma.
Harry frowned and shook his head as he slid his wand under it to lift it up, only for it to slide off and plop against his stomach again, head just above his naval on his right side. “Blimey, you sure like causing problems don’t you?” Harry muttered, glancing at his door to make sure it was shut… last thing he needed was his Aunt or Uncle to walk past and get an eye-full…
Vernon was visibly jealous of his growth and Aunt Petunia… well she kept sneaking glances at his groin and looking conflicted afterwards and he even caught her sneak another glance at her Husband’s groin immediately afterwards and frown in disappointment. Harry could imagine her catching a glance of him at full mast and just stopping and staring- her brain getting stuck somewhere between lust and what he assumed was disgust over said lust… and that was something he really didn’t need. Vernon on the other hand would probably just turn plum colored and explode in a jealous rage… which, admittedly, the thought of which was hilarious, but not exactly something Harry wanted to deal with either. If Dudley saw him, well, that wouldn’t be too bad… embarrassing, but not as bad as his parents.
Dudley had been suspiciously nice to him ever since he got back. It took Harry a moment to figure out why, until it hit him that he was simply much bigger than he was a year ago, and Dudley, as much of a dunce as he was, wasn’t stupid enough of a bully to go picking on someone bigger than he was… and was instead trying to get on Harry’s good side, probably to avoid a well deserved pounding. That was fine, Dudley trying to be chummy with him meant his Aunt and Uncle couldn’t be as nasty to Harry as they usually were without upsetting their Dudums, so they got to be ones stepping on eggshells for a change.
For now, sure that he wasn’t going to be walked in on, Harry took ahold of his member with his free hand and started to stroke it. “Bloody thing, you’re lucky you’re so much fun to play with, otherwise I’d have you lopped off for all the trouble you’ve been causing me.”
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