As Harry entered the room, he immediately saw a skinsuit of his beloved girlfriend, Ginny. The wizard, curious about the nature of this strange suit, started to examinate it : as the time passed, he felt more and more attracted by it, imagining himself in the costume, able to understand the complex feelings of a woman...
-Why would I understand Ginny's feelings by putting a suit? Wondered Harry when, snalping out of his reverie, he realized that the suit was nothing more than a suit, just made to transform into someone else's appearance, like the potion he drank five years ago to spy on Drago. Though, he couldn't stop thinking how awesome he would look in this very realistic costume.
Pushed by an unknown force, his left arm began caressing the soft skin of the suit, while his right one was slowly removing the strange costume from its hanger. With the skinsuit now in his hands, Harry noticed how perfect the hairs were, how round and firm the boobs looked, how beautiful the face was, and, again, pictures of him in the suit quickly crossed his mind, giving him an instant hard-on. Aroused by the thoughts, Harry huried himself in the costume, legs first, than his arms, his torso, put the "mask" and then zipped the zipper in the back. He didn't noticed that the costume, even if it was the one of Ginny, who was slightly smaller than him, wasn't too tight for him. Nor he noticed the new pound on his chest, the width's augmentation of his ankles, and the slight reforming of a lot of bones to fit in the suit.
However, he did felt, a great bliss, his mind going blank as he felt waves of pleasure in his crotch, inside his belly. He tried, confused, to reach his manhood to relieve the arousal, but the only thing he found was Ginny, or rather HIS pussy, moist with juices.
Thu May 19 10:32:42 2016
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