Title: Engorgio Part 3
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.

 

 

As the door closed behind the other Slytherins, Draco heaved a relieved sigh. He wasn’t sure how he felt yet about his improved appendage. On one hand, he was a man. What man didn’t want to be the envy of all other men in the cock size department? But then, he had a hard enough time chasing off the vultures like Pansy and Blaise without having the equivalent of a third leg in his trousers.

 

His trousers.

 

He got to his feet and tilted his head thoughtfully. Would they even fit anymore? He tugged his pants up, boxers thank Merlin, and attempted to find a comfortable position for his member. He tucked it in, pointing to his left side as normal, and frowned when he realized that it now wrapped halfway round his hip. He untucked and maneuvered it to hang loose down his left leg. With an ‘hmph,’ he pulled his trousers up.

 

He turned this way and that, noting with irritation that his inner left leg now looked deformed. Then he bent over. The howl that escaped him was shrill as the crease of his trousers practically cut his new tool in half. Hurriedly, he straightened back up, biting his lip to keep from screeching again. With a slight growl, he hauled the meaty thing up and pressed it against his belly, pointing straight up…and then stared in dismay at the top third of his cock sticking out of the waistband.

 

Frustrated, he shoved at it, squishing it down into the boxers. Nodding in satisfaction at having defeated the fleshy monstrosity, he attempted to close his trousers. Attempted being the key word. No matter how hard he tugged on the sides of his trousers, they refused to close over the ample addition. He knew that there were spells to refit clothing. After all, how else did Malkin get her robes to fit so perfectly? But as he was neither a robe designer nor a house elf, he didn’t know them.

 

He stomped about the dorm for a few more minutes, cursing Crabbe under his breath, before deciding ‘fuck it.’ He closed his robe, buttoned it securely and stood sideways in the mirror to see the effect. “Oh, honey, it’s a crying shame to cover that up!” the mirror whistled. Shooting a glare at the offending glass, he set off in search of the one man who could help him…Professor Snape.

 

He should have remembered that to get to Snape's office, one had to travel through the common room. From the interested eyes and under-the-breath catcalls, Draco could only assume that the news had already begun to spread. He sent a snarl at the underclassmen, scattering them to the four winds, but his own year refused to be cowed. Their wolf whistles echoed in his ears as he slammed the common room door behind him.

 

He should have also recalled that after the common room there was a long hallway. A hallway filled with yet more people who had apparently heard of his dilemma. He held his head up high and his hands down low as he traversed the long hall down to the safety of the Potions Master’s office. He knocked firmly and waited for the deep voice to call out, “Enter.”

 

As smoothly as he was able, he opened the office door, stepped inside and then shut it carefully. He then collapsed against the door and kicked his foot backwards, hearing a satisfying thump as it contacted with the oaken wood.

 

“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape raised an eyebrow. “Is there a reason that you are attempting to scuff my door?”

 

“You have to help me, Sir,” Draco whimpered, moving closer to Snape's desk. “Vince cast a spell on me and now I have this…this problem. And everyone knows and they’re all looking at me and whistling at me and trying to touch me. And…and I can’t close my trousers, Sir! You have to do something!”

 

Snape raised his other brow and slowly rose to his feet. “Mr. Crabbe cast a spell on you?” Draco nodded, a pained look on his face. “And what exactly was the spell he cast?”

 

“It was Engorgio stabilis, Sir.” Snape's eyes grew wide.

 

“Do you know what that does, boy?” he demanded. Draco looked helplessly up at his professor and let his robes fall open. Snape seemed to choke for a moment, his previously wide eyes beginning to protrude out as he took in the extraneous amount of flesh causing the bulge in his boxers. “I...I see that you do,” he said, his voice cracking a bit.

 

“Please, Sir,” Draco clasped his hands together. “Can you do something?”

 

“Well,” Snape said, moving closer, his eyes never leaving Draco's new and improved cock. “I do believe that you will have to wait it out. The spell requires at least six months of recovery time between castings or counterings. Otherwise impotency occurs.” Draco looked horrified. “Do calm down, boy,” Snape drawled. “It’s not as though it were the end of the world. Most men would envy you your new…appearance.”

 

“Perhaps so, Sir,” Draco sniffed sadly. “But I just want my old bits back. I hate everyone ogling my co-…er, privates like they are. They were poking at it like some animal in a zoo when I woke up, Sir,” he whined.

 

“They…they touched it?” Snape asked, a bit breathlessly.

 

Draco frowned. “No, I don’t think so. I think I caught them in time.”

 

“Ah,” Snape breathed, moving a bit closer. “So, it’s purely…untouched…brand new…virgin flesh?”

 

Draco began to feel a bit awkward under Snape's intense stare. “Er, not really. I mean, I’m not a virgin.”

 

“But no one save you has touched it since the spell?” Snape persisted.

 

“Er, no?” Draco took a step backwards, a bit nervous as he watched his professor’s eyes dilate and his nostrils flare.

 

“Mmmm…er, I mean hmmmm,” Snape murmured. “I should…investigate this more thoroughly. Pull your trousers and pants down, boy.” He moved closer yet, closing the distance that Draco had just put between them. “I need to get a hands on look at the situation.” Draco yelped as Snape's long fingered hand reached out. He scuttled backwards, bumping against the door. Snape frowned. “Get back here, boy. I have research to do.”

 

Draco jerked his robes closed and scrambled behind him for the doorknob. “Er, no that’s all right, Professor,” he squeaked. “I-I’m sure everything is just fine. I’ll make sure to swing by the infirmary to see Madam Pomfrey if I have any questions.” Snape took another step forward and began to make a purring noise. Draco meeped and yanked the door open. “Thank you, Sir,” he yelled over his shoulder as he bolted out the door.