A twitter to his left caught his attention, and he found Hedwig giving him an odd look. His owl was aware of what he had been through and hadn’t been bothered earlier when he took care of his hormonal arousal.
“What’s that look for?”
Hedwig glanced at his member and then back at him.
“What? The comment about lopping it off?”
An affirmative: “Hoot.” was her answer. She didn’t seem concerned that he’d actually do it, but the comment caught her attention anyways.
Harry shrugged. “No I wouldn’t… although… it sure would be nice if I could just, you know, just take the bloody thing off and leave it somewhere where it won’t cause me problems, and then put it back on with no Ill effects later whenever I needed to use it or wanted it.” Harry then scratched the side of his temple with his wand in thought. “Huh… you think there’s a spell for that?”
That earned an amused twitter from his owl before she shook her head, clearly having no idea herself, why would she after all? She was an owl, her job description entailed: delivering post, being a faithful companion to her boy, and swooping down silently on tasty, unsuspecting rodents and gobbling them up. Knowing what sort of spells her master knew or might learn to cast simply wasn’t in her wheelhouse.
“Well, tell you what Hedwig, it’d be really nice if I could just draw my wand around it in a circle,” Harry says as he demonstrates. “Took a good firm hold of it and just gave it a good tug and then pop! Off it comes!” Harry says, holding his hand up in the air… starting to notice that it feels oddly heavy… but not as much as he notices the way his owl’s irises shrink to pinpricks as she straightens up her cage, a tiny shriek of alarm escapes her beak as she stares at his hand… his hand that he realizes still feels like it’s still holding his manhood, even though that should be physically impossible.
His eyes dart to his groin, and find it all to be smooth and round over as a doll’s, only a faint dusting of fresh pubic hair framing where his proud member once was… and as for his hand, that’s where his wayward manhood was, still oozing precum and throbbing.
Harry immediately drops it as he opens his mouth in horror to let out a scream, only for it to catch in his throat before it can even leave as his bollocks impact with his flat stomach! This immediately makes him gasp in shock and clutch his groin in pain as he turns over, inadvertently making his detached penis roll off him and his bed onto the floor in series of painful thumps that leave him curled up in the fetal position wheezing for breath at the pain shooting out of his groin.
As the pain subsides he clutches a single hand over his crotch as he peers over the side of his bed, there on the floor rests his manhood, still throbbing, a bubble of precum at its tip, the part of his groin where it and his balls came free facing up at him, much like his crotch it’s just smooth white skin.
He briefly remember Hermione going on about appariton, of how it can go wrong and splintch body parts off the wizard or witch if they muck it up, and leave strange red marks in the places they came off instead of gore… and how a person had no feeling or use of the detached parts until they were reattached, and the reattachment had be done quickly before the parts died and complicated matters by requiring further medical attention to revive them.
Well, there is as no splinch mark, and his penis was clearly still alive and well, given the way it still throbbed in tune to his hammering heart beat, and most importantly and very obviously he still felt it and his very sensitive testicles.
Harry reaches down and scoops his wayward body parts up and strokes and prods them. “Huh… well I still feel them and it sure feels like they’re filled with life.” He murmurs as he holds his manhood up in front of his face and turns it this way and that.
“Will it go back on?” He finally asks himself as he swings his legs over his bed and stands up, then lowers his genitals to his groin and presses the spots where they detached together. Immediately it feels like there’s some sort of suction and when he lets go, his member hangs like it always has… or at least has since his growth spurt.
Harry bounces on his heels and shakes his hips back and forth, but despite their size, his penis and testes don’t come off again and just flop around with the rest of him… or, at least they don’t until Harry grasps them by their base with one hand and then by the shaft with the other and tugs, once again, pop! Off his cock and bollocks come.
Harry frowns, and presses his junk back on, and leaves it be again, once more it’s attached and not going anywhere, even when he ties the end of a sheet to his base and then the other to his bed post and tries to walk away… it hurts, but he ends up shifting his bed instead of dislodging his wedding tackle… and he barely pulled on it when it popped free!
Harry unties himself and grabs his dick by its end and give it a quick yank, pop! Off it comes, the momentum of his balls and shaft flying up pull it out of his hand and it spins in the air before it lands on his bed with a muffled flump.
Harry looks back at his owl, and finds that she’s as bewildered as he his, her head tilted practically upside down as she tries alongside him to make sense of this strange phenomenon.
He retrieves his manhood again and puts it back, and musses his already messy hair, before he grabs it again in his hand, and yanks on it, but telling himself he doesn’t want it to come off… and this time it stays put.
“Huh, Hedwig… it only comes off if I’m pulling on it and want it too.”
Hedwig turns her head back upright and hoots in agreement as he detaches it and pokes and prods the spots of smooth skin. It feels smooth and a bit sensitive, but doesn’t seem sticky in the least… until Harry presses his palm to his pecker’s smooth spot and immediately finds his hand attached to it.
He lets it dangle from his palm over his bed and gives it a shake, once more it stays put. He grabs it with his other hand and tugs, earning another pop as it releases. “Blimey, it’ll stick to other places too!” Harry says, flexing his hand.
Hedwig twitters and takes a significant look at the wall, then his member, then back at the wall again.
“Huh, think it’ll stick there too girl? Let’s find out!” Harry presses it to the wall and lets go, and just like it has before, his manhood attaches to it… and after a moment starts to grow harder again until it’s starting to point upwards.
“Well would you look at that Hedwig, I’ve got me a personal coat rack wherever I go!” Harry whispers, grinning at his own joke.
Hedwig tilts her head at it, then nudges open the door to her cage and flutters out of it and over to the large phallus sprouting from the wall.
Harry startles as he realizes her plan, and gasps as his owl alights on his member, which sags down under her weight, his manhood prickling under her claws.
Hedwig on the other hand ignores her owner’s discomfort and instead fluffs up and makes herself comfortable.
Harry’s mouth hangs open for a moment, before he starts to chuckle. “Or, fine, a perch for you! But I’d prefer it if we didn’t use it for that, these,” he reaches over and tickles his owl’s toes. “Are very sharp, and as big as this is,” he throws his arms wide, gesturing to his manhood and the owl upon it. “It’s still very sensitive.” He points out after leaning down to head level with her, showing her where his member is turning white and red under her grip. “And I’m not done playing with it.”
Hedwig leans forward to nibble at his ear, and then lifts off of his member, making it wobble up and down like a tree limb after she launches herself into the air. She lands back in her cage and watches Harry as he takes his manhood in his hands, and detaches it from the wall again, nodding to himself after he has. “Looks like it works the same way on something else, I want it off and tug, off it comes…”
With that he crawls back into his bed, and lays down and lays his manhood across his chest and starts stroking it. “Now, let’s see if you actually ejaculate detached from me…” he mutters, using the only word he knows for cum, thanks to Madam Pomfrey.
He slides his hands up and down his length once more, and something about doing it to his penis with it off of him his strangely more arousing than normal… like he was pleasuring someone else… though, why this excited him was beyond him, Harry had started seeing girls in a new light… but this same new light couldn’t be said to apply to his fellow boys. Still the act excited him… and it wasn’t long before his penis was a hard as it got with it’s many veins all bulging and it’s head swollen with blood than usual as more clear precum dribbles from it’s slit.
Harry pants as he feels the orgasm coming and slows down to look for a way to dispose of his load, eyes briefly landing on the box of tissues next to his bed before he thinks better, and then locking onto his window, that’d work!
Harry gets up and walks urgently over to said window and peers out of it as he continues to stroke his member. Completely dark, and no cars or late night walkers… so Harry lifts his penis up to it and aims it through the gap, and jerks it furiously until… “spiiish, spiiish!” The semen hisses out as his penis erupts, sending streamer after streamer of cum out the window to splatter on the garden below as Harry groans as softly as he can and sags in relief.
When his member finally stills, Harry pulls it out of the sill and gives it one last squeeze from its base up and flicks his left over semen out the window before shutting it and laying back in his bed with his manhood clutched in his arms, a happy smile on his face as he drifts off to sleep. When he wakes up in the morning.
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