{"sf1_id":622545,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Hairy Potter-- beginnings","author":"sgtklark","words":1549,"posted_at":"2013-12-06T16:54:00.000Z","tags":["Humiliation","Incest","M/F","Magic","Mouse","teenager","wizard"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/622545-hairy-potter-beginnings","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/622545","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=622545\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\nHairy always knew he was special.\nWell, maybe not special, but different.\nHe knew his parents had been killed in an auto crash sometime in his\ninfancy, and that he had been raised by his maternal aunt, Petunia Dursley,\nand her obese husband, Vernon. As far\nback as the young mouse could recall, the Dursleys seemed to merely tolerate\ntheir nephew, at best. At worst, they\ndespised him for reasons he could never understand.\nBut\nthat was just on the surface.\nAunty\nPetunia, a trim, attractive woman of thirty-eight, seemed to have a soft spot\nfor her young nephew. And that spot was\nbetwixt her legs. \nWhenever\nHairy found himself alone in the house with Petunia, she would briskly whisk\nhim up to the master bedroom, strip off his togs, and mount him with seemingly\nwild abandon. She was quite a different\nperson during those sessions, cooing words of love and affection to her ward,\nkissing him hotly all over his body, and riding him hard to a point where her\nbody would begin to shake and spasm. \nShe\nhad confided in Hairy that his cock was different, larger than any other mouse,\nand most other animals to boot. Hairy\nalways assumed it was just a family trait.\nHairy\nbecame aware of a curious phenomenon very early on with Petunia. The more aggressively he fucked her, the\nharder he hammered her yielding body, the more she seemed to like it, the more\nshe responded with greater emotion. When\nhe pulled his crank out of her sopping twat and shot his beans all over her\nupturned face the better she seemed to act.\nAnd the more his actions seemed degrading, the better he felt, as if\nempowered. If was as if he was siphoning\noff some of her life-force with each defilement, and with that his power seemed\nto grow. \nYou\nsee, Petunia only had one child, a rotund bully of a lad named Dudley, about\nHairy's own age. He was a brute and\nspoiled rotten. He had been a difficult pregnancy\nand delivery for Petunia, being an abnormally large baby, and he had been\ndelivered side-ways. With the unusual\ndelivery had come unusual stretching and tearing of Petunia's cunt, so that she\nwas left with a cavernous minge that only Hairy seemed fit to fill. Petunia had confided in Hairy once, as they\nlay gasping and panting after a rousing session, that her husband never even\ntried to satisfy her in a husbandly fashion after Dudley was born, finding his\nmeager equipment unsuited to the task of arousing her.\nBut,\nas was custom, immediately after Hairy and Petunia had redonned their clothing\nher attitude towards him would change, from the loving, sex-starved succubus to\nthe mean, resentful aunt--the face she wore in public.\nHairy\nhad learned to live with this stark transformation. Indeed, he thought it was probably normal,\nnot knowing any better.\nIn\norder for Hairy to fit in with his chums at school Petunia had insisted her\nwear unfashionably baggy trousers and tighty-white shorts several sizes too\nsmall. This helped to camouflage his\nprodigious package. This worked fine\nuntil the boy reached middle school, where the children had to engage in\nphysical education that necessitated showering in school. \nWhen\nthe other boys caught their first glimpse of the mouse boy's monstrous wanger\nthe first time they were stunned into silence.\nHairy couldn't help but notice that his thing was much-- much larger--\nthan any other boy's in his class. After\na period of resentful awe, the boys began laughing at Hairy, calling him a\n'freak'. Hairy hung his head in shame,\ntears welling in his eyes. It wasn't\nlong before the secret confined in the mouse's trousers was known all over the\nschool. Girls would point him out and\ngiggle, boys would sneer and jeer at him.\nHe was a proper outcast in school as a result.\nHairy\noccupied a small, cramped closet under the stairs in the Dursley home. Because of the unusual geometry of his room\nhe could only stand in one small portion of the space. In his little enclave he kept his meager\nbelongings; a few toys, some books, and a fairly respectable collection of wank\nmaterial. The latter he kept well hidden\nunder his mattress. Every night the\nmouse would lay in his bed, pulling on his oversized crank, looking at pictures\nof beautiful women in the buff and dreaming of meeting some woman, someday, who\nwould treat him with a modicum of kindness.\nHe had to use a large woolen sock over his junk because when it finally\nerupted it shot copious amounts of spewage, enough to soak his bed and pajamas\nand hit the slanted ceiling above his bed.\n\nHairy\nfound, by conscious control, he could postpone his ejaculation as long as he\nwanted. He would wail away for over an\nhour with ease, and climax on demand. He\npractices this skill with his aunt, mostly to prolong her periods of kindness\ntowards him.\nOne\nday, near his eighteenth birthday, a curious thing happened. A letter arrived for Hairy in the morning\npost. Curious because Hairy had never\nreceived a letter, or a card, or a package in his life. This letter was different from the usual\nbills the Dursleys received. It was\nsmall, square, and had an old-fashioned wax seal on it. The address seemed to have been written with\npen-and-ink, seldom seen nowadays.\nFurther, the envelope seemed to be made of a rough sort of parchment.\n\"I'll\nhave that!\" his uncle had shouted, snatching the as-yet unopened letter from\nthe hopeful boy's hands. Giving it a\nquick glance, his uncle tossed it into the fireplace where it was quickly\nconsumed by the flames. \"Just an\nadvert,\" uncle Vernon had mumbled as he turned away from the startled youth.\nThe\nnext day, there was a multitude of identical letters for Hairy under the mail\nslot in the front door. Again, Vernon\nhad consigned the lot to the flames, this time without comment but with a\nreproachful gaze from his ruddy, angry face.\nA few\nnights later, during a violent storm, there had been a thunderous knock upon\nthe front door. Petunia had cautiously\nopened the door against the wind, then let out a short, sharp scream. Hairy ran to his aunt's protection and saw a\nfigure standing on the door stoop so large and tall that his face wasn't even\nvisible in the doorway. The figure\nstooped and entered the residence. So\ntall was this stranger that he could not stand fully in the house, and had to\nbend at his hips to keep his head from hitting the ceiling. \nHe\nwas a great, monstrous fellow, dressed in foul-smelling roughhewn\nclothing. Little was visible of his face\nas it was hidden behind long, unkempt hair and a massive, long beard. He looked to Hairy like a dirty version of\nFather Christmas. His hair and beard\nwere a mass of tangles and covered with nettles and leaves. But, strangely, his small, dark eyes seemed\nfilled with good humor and kindness.\nUpon\nsighting the startled mouse, a huge grin spread across the giant's face. \"'ellow, 'airy!\" the giant said in a deep\nvoice.\nHairy\nstuttered, \"Hello, sir.\"\n\"'ave\ny' been gettin' o'r letters, lad?\"\n\"I'm\nafraid not, sir.\"\n\"Well,\nn'bother--I brought y' a fresh one, then.\"\nThe\ngiant outstretched his gigantic paw towards Hairy. In it he help yet another letter, like the\nothers, although this one appeared no bigger than a postage stamp in the huge\nhand.\nFinding\nher voice at last, Petunia shouted, \"Oh no you don't! You ain't taking Hairy away, you big\nbrute! He's staying right here with his\nloving aunt!\"\nVernon,\nnewly arrived to investigate the disturbance in the den. Hairy saw a glimmer of recognition on his\nuncle's face upon beholding the giant.\n\"What's\nall this, then?!\" Vernon shouted.\n\"I've\ncome t' take 'airy with me,\" the giant pronounced.\n\"Not\non your life!\" shrieked Petunia, positioning herself between Hairy and the\nstranger.\n\"Now\ndon't get your knickers in a wad, dearie,\" says the giant, shoving Petunia\naside with one great paw.\nPetunia\ntried a different approach. \"Please\ndon't take 'em away, I NEED him!\" she plaintively wailed.\nVernon\nshot her a reproachful stare. \"So, it\ncomes out at last, you needy bitch! Don't\nthink I don't know what you've been doing with the lad when I ain't here! Frolicking in my marital bed whilst I'm at\nwork! You ought to be locked up, you\nshameless tart!\"\n\"Right. We're out of 'ere, 'airy. You come w' me then,\" the giant grumbled.\n\"And\ngood riddance!\" It was  Dudley, from the hallway. He had half a slice of cake in one hand, with\nthe rest of the slice smeared around his gob.\n\"Having at me mum like that! He ought to be ashamed!\"\nThe\nburly giant paused for a moment, took out a bit of stick and mumbled some words\nthat Hairy didn't recognize. Then he\nheard Dudley squeal. The fat youth tuned\naround and where once there had been a fat mouse tail there was a little penis\nwagging excitedly.\nThe\ngiant put a mighty paw on Hairy's back and steered him through the open door\ninto the night.\n \nNext,\nHairy gets his kit in Diagon Alley.\n"}