Chapter 1 - Red-headed Cock Sleeve

Ginny had missed dinner. She’d done it on purpose, hanging around behind the greenhouses after herbology so her friends wouldn’t notice her absence until it was too late. At sunset she had stolen down to Hagrid’s hut. Fang was there, but he just panted and smiled up at her. She patted him and pushed the door open. The gamekeeper was at dinner, but that had been her plan. She too had whiled away a good few evenings with Hagrid. Tonight though, was going to be different.
 
She slipped inside and shut the door. In her bag she had a large bottle of Fire-whisky, which she took out and put on the table, next to Hagrid’s enormous tankard. Then she drew from her robes a small, bright blue bottle. She was rather proud of this one. Not a love potion as such, but something better. She poured the contents into the tankard, before upending the bottle over it. The whole thing only half filled the cup, but she was pretty sure it would be enough. Then she slipped her pants down beneath her skirt and let them fall down her legs. She stepped out of them and bent to pick them up. While down, she checked the hem of her skirt, and then hitched up the waist slightly revealing the curved hint of her naked cheeks. She ran her hand down her thighs, unwilling to straighten up.
 
She felt sexy. That was the thing. She didn’t think she was a slut, she just felt sexy, and in the same way that when you feel happy you act happy, when you feel sexy… She arched her back and let her long red hair swish down over her shoulders to hang in a flaming main from her inverted face. She wriggled her hips as her hands reached her long socks. Hagrid wouldn’t stand a chance. She knew some of the girls, even the older ones, thought she was already fucking him, after all, they said, she’d had just about everyone else… Which was true, but there were some men she hadn’t touched. Yet. Hagrid would shrink that list by one, to four. Her thoughts strayed to those four and she rubbed her hands up and down her legs lazily. But no. She should keep her mind focused. That was her rule; there was nothing worse than thinking of someone else during. She swore she wouldn’t do that after she had seen the far away, uninterested eyes in McLaggen and realised what it meant. No. He had regretted that. But Hagrid now. Hagrid would be something new…
 
It was fully dark when Hagrid pushed the door open. Ginny was sat on the scrubbed table, her thighs around the barrel-like tankard whose liquid gleamed amber in the light of the lantern that Hargrid had brought with him. The smell and the colour of the potion was gone, she had stirred it in well. With two fingers. For extra flavour. She had positioned herself so her legs, with their bright shoes and long red and gold stripped sock dangled innocently over the edge. She had hitched up her skirts too, so that when he took the mug he would get a fine view. Then, she’d play the innocent, run circles around him, she had it all planned out. She had performed the spell when she caught sight of the bobbing lantern trailing its way down the grounds. The silvery whoosh had passed the whole length of her body and escaped her suddenly tingling mouth with a small breathy burp that had made her giggle in expectant mirth.
 
Hagrid didn’t see her at once, he stumped in and, shedding his moleskin overcoat he lit a large lamp that stood by the door with the candle he had brought from the castle. Then he turned and saw Ginny, her cheeks almost as red as her hair, her hands on the wide brim of his favourite flagon.
“Blimey!” he exclaimed his small start of surprise making the whole room shake, “Ginny! How long have you been there?”
Ginny shrugged, coyly and grinned. “I wasn’t hungry,” she said slowly, her hands still resting on the flagon, “I didn’t feel like talking to anyone, so I came down here to wait for you.” She added, “I’ve brought you something.” She picked up the empty bottle and held it out to him.
Hagrid took it, nerves etched on his bristly face.
“Where did you find this? This is the good stuff.” He sniffed the neck and his eyes widened.
“Oh, someone gave it to Fred and George, but they don’t like it. I said you’d like it.”
“Too right. Laid down by Mad Gideon McAlaster. Finest Kiltoch…”
“I poured it for you,” Ginny said, radiating innocence and indicating the enormous half-filled tankard between her thighs, “I heard somewhere it’s meant to breathe before you drink it.”
“That’s right enough.” Hagrid nodded, stepping forwards to look with something like awe in his eyes. He’d look like that when he saw what was behind the flagon, only more so… She bit her lip as he reached down to grasp the rim. “Well that’s very nice of you Ginny. Very nice in-” He stopped suddenly with the cup half way to his lips; his eyes were glued to Ginny’s naked, hairless crotch. She stayed motionless for a half moment, before shifting her weight forward and, with an expression that wouldn’t melt butter, said “Go on, taste it!”
 
The skirt had slipped down as she moved, breaking the spell and Hagrid blinked and glanced around, Ginny could see his cheeks redden under his beard. But he raised the drink to his lips and took what to Hagrid would be a small taste, but to everyone else would be a full mouthful. A full… Mouthfull…
 
As he swallowed she edged forward so the pleats on her skirt dangled with her legs off the edge of the table, drawing Hagrid’s eye down to them whenever they moved.
“Do you like it?” she asked, smiling disarmingly up into his bristly face.
He nodded, his eyes still fixed on the fluttering skirt. “Yes.” He said at length, taking another, larger mouthful. “It’s very nice, Ginny. Very nice indeed.” His eyes moved slowly up to her face, “Thank you very much.”
Ginny giggled, arching her shoulders to extenuate her pert, teenage breasts under her thin shirt. Hagrid sighed, though almost it could have been a growl, and emptied the tankard.
“Wow.” She breathed theatrically, as he sighed in satisfaction as he lowered the cup. She felt a little bad about playing tricks on the huge, good-natured giant, but she had reasoned while she waited for him, unlike some of the other men she’d been with, he would never have made a move on his own, “That was a big one.” She said, airily, and then feigning inquisitiveness asked “How big are you Hagrid?”
“Well…” he paused, the colour breaking out in his face again, “I… I’m just over twelve foot tall, Ginny.” He said at last, “Though for some reason most folk prefer ‘twice the size of a normal man’. I can’t think why.”
“Well I bet you are, look at your hands.” Ginny said, gesturing at his dustbin-lid hands in which he held the empty tankard, quite forgotten. She shifted her weight forwards again, so she was perched on the edge of the table now, her toes just touching the floor and her skirt bunched up on her shining thighs.
“Yeah, well. I was always big for my age. I could pick up my old dad by the time I was twelve.” The gamekeeper said, waving the empty mug absently, his eyes back on Ginny’s legs.
“But you’re so gentle,” Ginny pressed on, her hands now on her legs, so she could lean forward and look upwards into his still flushed face. Men loved that. She had learned that very early on. “You take care of all the animals in the forest. All the unicorns and the thestrals. And Dumbledore gets you to take the first years over the lake every year.”
“Well, he trusts me, you see.” His words becoming slower more placated and just a little bit slurred. Ginny had chosen ‘The Mad Kiltoch’ for good reason. “He knows me see,” the gamekeeper continued, crossing the room to sink onto the wide bed that groaned under his bulk, “He knows I… I…” he faltered, his hand closing very slowly on something on the bed. It was Ginny’s pants, planted there out of the limelight for him to find. He raised his hand very slowly to stare, wide eyed at the Gryffindor colours visible between his fingers. He tried to speak but nothing came out, so Ginny stepped up. She slipped round the table so she was standing right before him, her waist level with his vast knees.
“Oh, I took them off.” She said, coyly, “the elastic is gone and they keep falling down.” She paused, “They look so tiny in your hands.”
Hagrid said nothing, his fingers rubbing the fabric slowly, unable to move his eyes or mouth.
“I bet.” She began, leaning forwards, bending at the hip, so her face was level with his hands, only half a foot from his thick, weather worn trousers, “I bet you could get into them though…”
Hagrid still didn’t move. He still didn’t move when she laid her hands on his thighs. It wasn’t until she slid them up towards his groin that his face turned to hers.
“I… You’re…” She smiled and rubbed her cheek on the back of his hand as her hands tracked higher and made gentle shushing noises. Her eyes descended from his gradually, studying his chest under the shirt, biting her lip again. Her hands met in the middle and she felt for the first time the bulging, stirring thing. Her practiced hands found his fly-buttons and deftly unhooked them. He was wearing cotton long-johns, with buttons down to the crotch. She snaked her fingers between the coarse wool and gripped what she found.
 
Hagrid did growl this time, and took Ginny’s head in his massive hands. She looked back up at him as she worked the thing free. She smiled beguilingly and bit one of his thumbs playfully as the snake uncoiled in her hands. Blindly she moved her hands over its length. Even soft it was as long as her arm and a good deal thicker. She ran her fingers up and down, gently, cupping the fist-sized head in her hands and leaning down to press it against the thin fabric of her shirt. It’s heat tingled the skin of her chest and her hands moved more persistently as excitement mounted and her eyes ached to look down and see it… But Hagrid held her head gently upwards and ran his fingers through her hair and over her young face. His eyes were two crinkled slits between hair and beard.
 
In her hands his cock was swelling. It’s pliability turning quickly into stiffness. It grew with the pulses of his heart; twitching in her hands and against her chest as she ran it over the exposed skin around her neck line. She bent her back lower and rubbed the turgid head up and down over her skin. She writhed her hips as the heat of it grew, and she slid it up and down. As the head reached her neck line, pressed against her body with her hands now working together along the shaft, Hagrid let out another groan and his hips moved suddenly. His cock slipped under her shirt and disappeared down it as Ginny lent forwards again, bringing her elbows together to press the soft flesh of her breasts against the probing shaft.
 
The head had passed her breasts though, and had come to rest in the small of her somach, and she held it there with one hand as the other continued to feed more of the now hard length down her shirt to press against her tickling flesh. Hagrid was bending forward and his breaths came in gasps. He let go of her head, his hands sliding down to clasp her shoulders. Her head, now free lolled down to stare between her busily working hands. The thing was like a python; three foot long and nearly a foot round. It strained and flexed as she worked her whole body against it. Hagrid’s hips were bucking now, pressing the enormous head into her tender belly, which she wiggled and swayed, making the head flare in response. Hagrid’s hands applied gentle pressure, sinking another few inches of it down her shirt. Ginny clasped both arms around the impressive thing, pinning it between arm, chest and breast and Hagrid’s huge hands guided her back and forward.
 
Hagrid gathered speed, his hands now working quickly to drive himself against Ginny’s tiny body. Suddenly his hips bucked, and the thing gave an enormous twitch and her feet left the floor. She gripped tightly as the combination of hands and cock lifted her up and flipped her upside down. Ginny found herself clinging on to Hagrid’s cock, her head being pressed again and again into his belly, the straining rock hard base of his member occasionally knocking her jaw. Her legs flailed wildly in the air, and her skirt flipped up to reveal her naked crotch to the gasping and thrusting giant. He wrapped one arm around her waist, and pulled her close, reaching a probing finger to her swollen, flushed lips.
 
He humped harder as Ginny let out a dry moan as his huge finger brushed her opening. He ran a fingertip over her lips, and over her clit. She writhed, and clung tighter to his enormous cock. He gently pressed the digit against her slick opening, making her cry out. Her warm wetness made Hagrid growl deep in his throat and with one heavy push, he burst the buttons on her shit. His glanis, freed from the snug prison of her clothing loomed up between her upturned legs and she slid unceremoniously down his shaft, ending up in a heap at the base, a tangle of arms and cock.
 
She clumsily yanked at her shirt to rip the rest of the buttons and, now extricated, she fell sideways, to land on the bed next to the panting giant, his rigid cock extending four and a half feet and full sail from his groin. He was panting, so was she. She lay there for a moment, her burst shirt lying open, exposing her breasts, her skirts still up and showing off her nakedness. Hagrid stared at her, his hand resting on one of her be-socked legs. She regained her composure quickly, she knew exactly what she wanted. She righted herself, sitting on her knees on the bed. Even then, she could hardly reach the straining head. She edged closer to him, reaching a hand out to grasp the thick shaft. Almost to check if it was real. She could feel the rapid beating of his heart, the beats deep and sonorous.
 
She stood over him now. Her skirt hitched up again, one hand holding the hem, the other guiding the head towards her groin. Hagrid had tried to protest, but she had shushed him again. She was in charge, this time at any rate. She grinded her soaking cunny over the tip, feeling its immeasurable hardness pressing her tenderest parts, before working herself forwards, to sit atop it. With the huge head pressed firmly between her pert buttocks. She wiggled on it, standing on tip to on Hagrid’s broad lap. He was lying back now, his head and shoulders supported by the wall of the cabin. He gazed up at her, and she could see his eyes close as she swing round and round on the top of his pole. He didn’t notice her pull the wand from her sleeve, or lift her weight slightly, just enough to angle the tip between her thighs and deposit a generous dollop of magical lubricant into the gab. When she let herself back down, depositing her puny weight onto the thing, it slithered under her, poking and probing with its bulk. Her elastic anus gave way before it and in an instant the head was inside her.
 
Ginny cried out and clutched at the sudden bulk that now resided in her abdomen. As the magical lube multiplied inside her, her own weight let her slide down a little further. The head tracked up her belly, a fleshy lump that was already at her navel. She lifted her feet to let yet more of it disappear up her arse. Hagrid was panting, his breath ragged and harsh as her insides clenched and unclenched around him. She could feel her enchanted insides shifting to accommodate his cock as the second foot of it entered her impossibly stretched anus. The head was almost at her ribs now, and she was glad she had missed meals that day. When her feet had descended enough to touch the bed, on either side of Hagrid’s body, she steadied herself, she held the bulge in both her hands and started to work her body up and down.
 
Slowly at first, so she could feel each ridge and vein through her straining skin as the thing moved inside her. Hagrid’s hands closed around her waist, his thumbs parallel to the sausage-like swelling in her exposed abdomen. They moved to match her motions, dragging the top half of his cock. Lifting her feet from the ground with each rise, and pressing a little further down on each return. Ginny arched her back, rapturously. This was what she wanted; she let him lift her tiny body up off the ground, and relaxed her knees so he could bury a little more inside her arse. Her arms were numb and flopped by her sides as Hagrid started inexorably to speed up. She gurgled and writhed limply as he worked her down and down and down.
 
He came suddenly, letting out a roar that shook the cabin. Under her straining cheeks his tesitcles flared and Ginny gagged. She coughed up his cum in mouthfuls as he came in her stomach. His tensing muscles drove her further and further down. Her whole body bulged as the cum was pumped up through her body to pour out her gaping mouth. It ran from her mouth and nose, her eyes rolled back into her head. She stirred slightly when she felt the hair on his groin tough her skin. He was all the way in. He was all the way in and she could feel his head straining under her ribs, the sudden ejaculation not lessening its stiffness.
 
Hagrid roared again, his hips still bucking, pressing his head hard against her ribs. Ginny’s whole body danced as her orgasm lit her dazed mind up like a firework. Impaled on his spear-like thing she moved her arms and legs feebly, her head lolling as his enormous hands clamped her thighs to his. When he came the second time it erupted with such force she didn’t have time to cough. It filled what little of her wasn’t already cock in less than a second and flowed from her slack mouth in self-propelled gouts.
 
Ginny’s eyes were rolled right back up into her head, every muscle in her body relaxed as cum continued to fountain from her up turned mouth. She hung limply on his huge cock, she rocked back and forward slightly as it pulsed and throbbed. When her head lolled forwards her eyes reappeared, they focussed slowly, every movement of her body bringing up more cum. The images before her sharpened just as the first rattling snore echoed from the vast chest beneath her. Ginny tried to reach forward, to shake him before he fell too deeply asleep. She strained herself, making her body tighten. The cock inside her twitched and she froze. If she had only known the full list of the effects of the potion she had given Hagrid. It made men suggestible, it made them randy, and it made them last. Even if they were asleep, they would last, and keep providing. The cum came again, the wild bulging of Hargrid’s cock waving her back and forward as another few mouthfuls coughed out of her mouth to land on his chest. He, she and most of the bed was now covered in it.
 
Hours passed. Ginny, her knees resting on Hagrid’s thighs, tried gingerly to extricate herself. She had tried standing up, on Hagrid’s legs, moving slowly to try and ease the enormous thing back down from her stomach, but even the lightest movement made it twitch. When she tried to slide upwards his hips bucked in his sleep, over balancing her and impaling her all the way back down again. A hopefully final gobbet of hot, salty cum filled her mouth and she spat it onto the duvet. She waited, trying to stay as still as possible as the serpentine thing slowly shrank inside her. She watched her distended body shrink, the sold mass becoming spongy, the pressure tracking down under her rubs to rest in her abdomen. Hagrid was snoring loudly, making the cottage rumble in resonance. She prayed he didn’t roll over suddenly in his sleep. If he did, she’d never manage to free herself before the spell wore off. And with a tiny shudder she remembered the rumour that had gone around the previous year about Millicent Bulstrode in Slytherin who tried to do it with a heavily transfigured cat...
 