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TITLE: The Demon Lord
PERPETRATOR: Dark Dragen
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: Harry Potter, the Demon Lord. LMAO! I'm picturing skinny little Harry as a demon!
SPECIES: demon
HAIR: red
EYES: He doesn't need glasses anymore. "his eye although still green, had a hint of red in them"
MARKINGS: black wings, muscles, "his facial features were now more defined and better looking", his scar is gone.
POSSESSIONS: a "Power Ritual book" that he uses to unlock his demon powers.
ORIGIN: Typical "Woe" backstory complete with abusive uncle!
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Hates everyone. The pairing at ff.net says he'll be with Daphene Greengrass.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Super-hot. Can change how he looks and his gender at will.
NOTES: A penis that is "now thicker and about nine inches long". I'm imaging Genoa Salami size. He'll clearly need some sort of supportive device. A male must have written this story, hands and giant penis down.
SAMPLE:
When Harry opened his eyes next, it was early morning and he felt sore from the ritual that he had done the night before. When Harry sat up and looked round, he saw that Hedwig wasn’t in her cage, he suspected that she was hunting somewhere. Now as he got up and looked down at himself, he was amazed at how much his muscles had toughened up. His body wasn’t that bad to start off with his Quidditch training had taken care of that, but after the ritual, he would have to beat the girls away from him with a stick. And from the size of the bed, and where his knees were, he realized that he was at least two feet or so taller than he was before. When he looked in the mirror that he had in the room, he saw that his facial features were now more defined and better looking, his eye although still green, had a hint of red in them, his hair was red instead of black. As he looked down at his body, he saw that his manhood which used to be six and a half long was now thicker and about nine inches long… Harry smiled at himself at this. As he looked at his forehead, he saw that his famous lighting bolt scar - to his great delight - was gone. Harry liked this new look of his, as it made him look different, no longer like the Boy-Who-Lived. He now could go to places like Diagon Alley, and people wouldn’t stare at him. Now as he looked closer at himself, he saw, to his great surprise, that he now had wings. As he put his right hand through them, it felt like light feathers, and wondered if he could fly with them. All in all, Harry liked the changes that the ritual made and wondered if it had made any other changes that he didn’t know of. But there was something in the back of his mind that was worrying him, he didn’t know what it was, but he felt it was something big. But he put it to the back of his mind, until he could figure out what it was.
But for now he had something else on his mind; his new look. Although he liked the new look, he was worried what his relatives and the Order would think, and ask how it happened. He didn’t want the Order to know it was the ritual, as he knew that they would want to know what the ritual was and try to undo it. He was wishing that he was a Metamorphmagus like Tonks so he could transform into his old self again, when he felt his body was altering. It was an old feeling, with his skin and bones were becoming smaller, after a few seconds, in the mirror staring at him was his old self, and the black wing had gone. The only thing Harry could think to say was “Wow,”
He couldn’t believe it, Harry wondered if he was only able to turn from his old self to his new self, or if he was something like a Metamorphmagus. Remembering what Tonks said that a Metamorphmagus needed to picture who they want to be and concentrate in the change. So doing that he thought of changing his hair to make it longer and green, after a few minutes of concentrating on the change, he was able to make his hair longer and green. Seeing that he could do this, he tried a few other things, like different hair colours and length, and then he went with changing his eye colours and then his facial features. Harry wondered if he really was a Metamorphmagus like Tonks, and the ritual made it easier to change. But then after he thought about it, he couldn’t be one as if he was he wouldn’t be able to change his height like he did by changing from his new self to his old self. From what Tonks told him, a Metamorphmagus can’t change their height that much maybe an inch or so, also they can’t change their sex either. So with that in thought, he started to change his height by a foot or so if he could do so, and he was happy to find that he was able to do so. Next was to see if he could change his sex, ‘If I can change sex, there’s nothing that can stop me going up the girls dorm back at Hogwarts and have some fun.’ Harry was shocked that he thought that, as he wouldn’t normally think like that, but yet he couldn’t help but agree with the thought, and that worried him.
Anyway, putting it out of his mind for now, he tried to turn into a woman. Slowly he started to concentrate on what makes a woman a woman, their pussy, breast and everything else that makes up a woman. Within a few minutes of concentrating on this, his body slowly started to change. At first he felt his hair glowing longer, and then he felt a strange sensation with his chest. When he looked down, he saw a pair of breasts forming. As Harry was admiring the forming breasts, he suddenly felt a strange painful sensation were his manhood was, or more like used to be. When Harry placed his hands where his manhood used to be, he found that instead of his manhood he found it was replaced with a woman’s pussy. It took a few moments for Harry to get over the shock at what has happened, it was one thing to think of becoming a woman but it was another thing all together to become for real. When he did get over the shock and looked into the mirror, presently surprise at what he saw. Instead of a naked skinny blacked haired boy that he was, he saw a very attractive, longed haired girl with green eyes, with a hairless pussy.
Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing; he was truly surprise at this and started to examine himself - what male wouldn’t do this if they suddenly become the other sex? He started to caress his new breasts with one hand, whilst with his other hand he started to feel his pussy. Soon he started to feel hot and bothered and started to caress his breasts even more firmly, and started to put two fingers in and out of his pussy. Over the next few minutes of doing this, he let out a great cry as he got hit with a powerful orgasm.
As this happened, Harry was shocked at himself at what he did, but yet he also enjoyed and realized what a woman felt when they were hit by an orgasm. Breathing heavily, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and as he was doing so, he thought about doing people’s voices. When he got over the orgasm, he got an idea of changing into people he knew and try to see if he could do their voices, to see if he could. So over the next hour, Harry changed into different people and tried to do their voices - he changed into other people to help him recognize the face with the voice. Harry was having fun over the next hour, guessing what people looked like without clothes, whilst he tried to copy their voices. He was glad to see that he could do so, with the females he stayed in that form for longer then the males which he changed to another once he got the voices done. He was glad that this was one of the outcomes of the ritual and wondered if there were anymore fun ones he didn’t know about.
PERPETRATOR: Dark Dragen
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: Harry Potter, the Demon Lord. LMAO! I'm picturing skinny little Harry as a demon!
SPECIES: demon
HAIR: red
EYES: He doesn't need glasses anymore. "his eye although still green, had a hint of red in them"
MARKINGS: black wings, muscles, "his facial features were now more defined and better looking", his scar is gone.
POSSESSIONS: a "Power Ritual book" that he uses to unlock his demon powers.
ORIGIN: Typical "Woe" backstory complete with abusive uncle!
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Hates everyone. The pairing at ff.net says he'll be with Daphene Greengrass.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Super-hot. Can change how he looks and his gender at will.
NOTES: A penis that is "now thicker and about nine inches long". I'm imaging Genoa Salami size. He'll clearly need some sort of supportive device. A male must have written this story, hands and giant penis down.
SAMPLE:
When Harry opened his eyes next, it was early morning and he felt sore from the ritual that he had done the night before. When Harry sat up and looked round, he saw that Hedwig wasn’t in her cage, he suspected that she was hunting somewhere. Now as he got up and looked down at himself, he was amazed at how much his muscles had toughened up. His body wasn’t that bad to start off with his Quidditch training had taken care of that, but after the ritual, he would have to beat the girls away from him with a stick. And from the size of the bed, and where his knees were, he realized that he was at least two feet or so taller than he was before. When he looked in the mirror that he had in the room, he saw that his facial features were now more defined and better looking, his eye although still green, had a hint of red in them, his hair was red instead of black. As he looked down at his body, he saw that his manhood which used to be six and a half long was now thicker and about nine inches long… Harry smiled at himself at this. As he looked at his forehead, he saw that his famous lighting bolt scar - to his great delight - was gone. Harry liked this new look of his, as it made him look different, no longer like the Boy-Who-Lived. He now could go to places like Diagon Alley, and people wouldn’t stare at him. Now as he looked closer at himself, he saw, to his great surprise, that he now had wings. As he put his right hand through them, it felt like light feathers, and wondered if he could fly with them. All in all, Harry liked the changes that the ritual made and wondered if it had made any other changes that he didn’t know of. But there was something in the back of his mind that was worrying him, he didn’t know what it was, but he felt it was something big. But he put it to the back of his mind, until he could figure out what it was.
But for now he had something else on his mind; his new look. Although he liked the new look, he was worried what his relatives and the Order would think, and ask how it happened. He didn’t want the Order to know it was the ritual, as he knew that they would want to know what the ritual was and try to undo it. He was wishing that he was a Metamorphmagus like Tonks so he could transform into his old self again, when he felt his body was altering. It was an old feeling, with his skin and bones were becoming smaller, after a few seconds, in the mirror staring at him was his old self, and the black wing had gone. The only thing Harry could think to say was “Wow,”
He couldn’t believe it, Harry wondered if he was only able to turn from his old self to his new self, or if he was something like a Metamorphmagus. Remembering what Tonks said that a Metamorphmagus needed to picture who they want to be and concentrate in the change. So doing that he thought of changing his hair to make it longer and green, after a few minutes of concentrating on the change, he was able to make his hair longer and green. Seeing that he could do this, he tried a few other things, like different hair colours and length, and then he went with changing his eye colours and then his facial features. Harry wondered if he really was a Metamorphmagus like Tonks, and the ritual made it easier to change. But then after he thought about it, he couldn’t be one as if he was he wouldn’t be able to change his height like he did by changing from his new self to his old self. From what Tonks told him, a Metamorphmagus can’t change their height that much maybe an inch or so, also they can’t change their sex either. So with that in thought, he started to change his height by a foot or so if he could do so, and he was happy to find that he was able to do so. Next was to see if he could change his sex, ‘If I can change sex, there’s nothing that can stop me going up the girls dorm back at Hogwarts and have some fun.’ Harry was shocked that he thought that, as he wouldn’t normally think like that, but yet he couldn’t help but agree with the thought, and that worried him.
Anyway, putting it out of his mind for now, he tried to turn into a woman. Slowly he started to concentrate on what makes a woman a woman, their pussy, breast and everything else that makes up a woman. Within a few minutes of concentrating on this, his body slowly started to change. At first he felt his hair glowing longer, and then he felt a strange sensation with his chest. When he looked down, he saw a pair of breasts forming. As Harry was admiring the forming breasts, he suddenly felt a strange painful sensation were his manhood was, or more like used to be. When Harry placed his hands where his manhood used to be, he found that instead of his manhood he found it was replaced with a woman’s pussy. It took a few moments for Harry to get over the shock at what has happened, it was one thing to think of becoming a woman but it was another thing all together to become for real. When he did get over the shock and looked into the mirror, presently surprise at what he saw. Instead of a naked skinny blacked haired boy that he was, he saw a very attractive, longed haired girl with green eyes, with a hairless pussy.
Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing; he was truly surprise at this and started to examine himself - what male wouldn’t do this if they suddenly become the other sex? He started to caress his new breasts with one hand, whilst with his other hand he started to feel his pussy. Soon he started to feel hot and bothered and started to caress his breasts even more firmly, and started to put two fingers in and out of his pussy. Over the next few minutes of doing this, he let out a great cry as he got hit with a powerful orgasm.
As this happened, Harry was shocked at himself at what he did, but yet he also enjoyed and realized what a woman felt when they were hit by an orgasm. Breathing heavily, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and as he was doing so, he thought about doing people’s voices. When he got over the orgasm, he got an idea of changing into people he knew and try to see if he could do their voices, to see if he could. So over the next hour, Harry changed into different people and tried to do their voices - he changed into other people to help him recognize the face with the voice. Harry was having fun over the next hour, guessing what people looked like without clothes, whilst he tried to copy their voices. He was glad to see that he could do so, with the females he stayed in that form for longer then the males which he changed to another once he got the voices done. He was glad that this was one of the outcomes of the ritual and wondered if there were anymore fun ones he didn’t know about.