Title: Engorgio Part 2
Author: Constant Vigilance
Status: WIP
Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Website: https://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Spoilers: AU. Characters aged up to age of consent.
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR is God.
Summary: Vince casts an enlargement spell…on the wrong person.
Notes: This came from a Spam Challenge on After Class @ yahoo. WittchWay had just about enough of Enlarge Your Penis! Spammers and suggested we use their nefariousness against them. I changed the pairing but the idea remains hers.

 

 

“Oh Merlin, its huge!”

 

“I wonder what it looks like hard?”

 

“Touch it and find out.”

 

“You think I should?”

 

“He’s not going to let you touch it otherwise, girl.”

 

“Oh, yeah.” Sigh. “Why are all the hung-like-a-horse men gay?”

 

“Cause you frail women can’t take enough of us in to make het sex fulfilling.”

 

“Piss off, Blaise.”

 

“Ohhhh. Owwww.”

 

“Crap! He’s waking up! Quick, touch it before he’s fully conscious!”

 

Draco blinked his eyes repeatedly. Faces swam into view, proving that there were indeed several people standing over the top of him. “What…what happened?” he groaned.

 

Blaise grinned. “You just shot up in the ranks of most shaggable boy in Hogwarts, that’s what.”

 

Draco looked confused. Blaise sighed and stepped forward. He reached between Draco's legs and Draco felt the other Slytherin’s hand wrap around his cock. Blaise hefted the meaty instrument up and waggled it at its owner. Draco's eyes widened. First, at the audacity of Blaise manhandling him, second at the sheer size of the monster in question.

 

“Dear Merlin,” Draco whispered. “Is that mine?”

 

Blaise gave it one last squeeze, sighed wistfully and let the sizable flesh thunk back down onto Draco's leg. “Oh, yeah, baby. That’s yours.” He winked and scooted a bit closer to the blond boy who was staring down his body at his man meat. “Gonna share?”

 

Draco tore his attention away from his cock and looked at Blaise in horror. “What? No! Get away from me!”

 

Blaise gave a moue of disappointment but moved away as directed. Having chased the blond Slytherin for years, he knew better than to push on the issue of sex. The last time he did, he wound up in the infirmary wishing he were straight. Draco Malfoy may be homosexual, but he was still a picky bastard. And for some reason, he didn’t seem to want to pick Blaise.

 

Pansy smirked at Blaise and scooted closer herself. “Poor baby,” she crooned, stroking Draco's arm. Blaise rolled his eyes. Draco may not have wanted him, but he certainly wasn’t about to go for a female. Pansy, however, never stopped trying. “Does it hurt, baby?” she asked, batting her eyes and letting her grip slip down his arm and onto his hand, resting very closely to his new and improved cock.

 

Draco started slightly, rudely dragged out of his hypnotic cock gazing once again. “What? Fuck, Pansy! Get your overly manicured paws off of my bits!” Pansy sighed heavily and moved back to a safe distance. Draco glared around the room at the interested faces of his dorm mates.

 

“Where the hell did Vincent go?” he demanded, itching to get his hands on the fat bastard who hexed his bits…even if they were impressive.

 

“He bolted as soon as you fainted,” Millicent offered, lazily grinning as she spoke, never once removing her eyes from Draco's cock.

 

Draco narrowed his eyes and flipped the edge of his school robe over his lower body. The groans of disappointment were gratifying, but it still left him with a rather huge problem. “Does anyone know what the spell he used does?” he growled.

 

Shrugs all around save from Greg. He shuffled forward and clasped his hands behind his back as if to make it clear to Draco that he, at least, wasn’t drooling over the blond’s tackle. “He said it would make your cock bigger,” he offered, his voice one step away from caveman like grunting.

 

Draco bit his tongue. “I can see that, Gregory,” he forced out with a fake smile. “What I want to know is are there any side effects? How long does this spell last? Can I still use the damn thing?” His voice rose on the last question and Greg stumbled backwards, his big cow eyes blinking.

 

Draco growled. “Never mind. Just…everyone get out!” he ordered. No one moved. His eyes narrowed. “Get the hell out of my room before I use this monstrosity to slap you stupid.”

 

People, especially the straight boys, began moving. The straight girls, and Blaise, hesitated a bit longer, but eventually turned and began to make their way out of the room. “I don’t think I’d really mind being smacked with that.” Tracey said dreamily.

 

“I wonder if he can do anything special with it,” Pansy returned.

 

Blaise snorted. “He’s had it for less than half an hour. I don’t think he’s learned any party tricks yet.”

 

“Besides,” Millie added. “With a swizzle stick like that, who cares if all it does it sit up and beg.”

 

They broke into a round of snickers.

 

“Oh, please, girls,” Blaise said painfully. “Swizzle stick?”

“I thought it was original,” Millie defended her choice of words.

 

“It is original, sweetie,” Pansy stood up for her friend.

 

Blaise snorted as he held the door for the last of the girls to exit. “It’s not a swizzle stick,” he stated with finality.

 

Pansy grinned. “I don’t know, Blaisie. He can stir my stomach contents anytime.”

 

And the door closed.