Bliss In Hogsmeade

I didn't fit in at school, nor even in my house of Hufflepuff. I was teased for my soft body, for having girls only as friends, for being only attracted to boys. But I learned and practiced spells on my body that made me feel good; sexually good.

I was lonely and grew to adore an older boy in Ravenclaw who was like me and told me I could find what I craved in Hogsmeade.

"It's a brutal ecstasy." he told me one late night in the library when we were alone, "You'll have to wait until you are older to go there and to learn the spells that will help you survive it. But once you do you'll never turn back."

"You go there?"

"Every weekend." he said, "I'm going to live there after I graduate and become a breeder forever."

"Forever?"

"For as long as I can survive." he said with a smile, "Bearing babies is hard on human boy's bellies."

"Boys can get pregnant?"

"Only by Trolls. They have no females so they change the bodies of the boys who surrender to them" he said, "Now open your mouth, and surrender to me."

I had to wait until I was in my final year to visit Hogsmeade. I missed my friend who'd left two years before when he graduated.

I met him again on my first visit. He was living in a stable down Goblin alley, naked and moaning, his belly lumpy and bloated, his skin slick with sweat, his cock rigid and leaking cum, his breasts and nipples grown large. He invited me to feel the growing troll infant inside him as he squirmed in constant orgasmic bliss on the straw.

"Is it worth it?" I asked, unnerved feeling the Troll child moving in his belly.

"By the straw gods of Hogsmeade, yes." he gasped, clutching my hand, "This is my ninth. Most boys don't survive past twenty. I plan to prove that wrong."

"Come away with me?" I told him, "So we can live a full life together."

"And leave this behind?" he laughed weakly, "An ecstatic death is better than life without this intense pleasure."

Then he came hard without trying, his quivering cock spewing watery cum all over his undulating belly.

"It's heaven." he whimpered, "Heaven."

I was frightened my first time going into the Troll's den.

The thing is that if a Troll approaches an average person it will most likely kill them. But if a wizard; (or even one still learning the craft like I was); approaches a Troll submissively they will give you what you desire. And what I desired that first time was to swallow a Troll's cock and his cum like I swallowed my friend's.

My friend had taught me the spells to loosen my gullet and enrich the oxygen in my lungs, so I did that my first time, stripping naked as I entering their den.

"Start with young Trolls until you get used to being used." he'd told me, so I knelt nervously in front of an adolescent and opened my mouth. He towered over me, but still wasn't fully grown. Even being young he knew what I wanted.

He grasped my head with powerful hands and slid his cock into my mouth, then pressed himself down my prepared gullet and throat-fucked me.

It was overwhelming and glorious. I'd throated human cocks before, but having this thick, firm Troll cock plunging down my gullet sent waves of pleasure through my body. He was leaking cum when he started and it was sweet and silky in my throat, and when he started to gush down my gullet and bloat my belly I experienced my first bellygasm as it swelled painfully tight. And when he finished and let me flop onto my back on the hard floor, my belly was ejaculating silky Troll cum up my gullet and out my mouth and nose as a violent storm of orgasmic bliss rippled through me from my bumhole to the root of my tongue. A terrible bliss that felt like I was dying in ecstasy. If I had died that first time I would have died happy.

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But I didn't die, and as I came to my senses I understood my friend's need to become a breeder boy for the Trolls as a fresh craving blossomed in my belly.

That was over a year ago and now I walk through Hogsmeade's dark streets wrapped only in a loose robe to hide my nakedness. I can feel the gradual changes happening in my body. My pelvis is slightly wider, my breasts spongey and growing, my nipples erect and tingling. I feel sexy and aroused all the time, my own cock semi-erect, aroused by the maternal ache that grows stronger in my belly each time I'm fucked.

One of my delights was discovering that Troll cum not only is filled with wriggling sperm but contains all the nutrients my body requires and the hormones that are transforming me into a breeder boy just for them. There will come a morning that I will awaken with a firm lump in my squishy belly and my tits will begin to swell with milk. I now want what my friend wanted, to become a breeder boy for the Trolls of Hogsmeade.

I'll live in a stable on a bed of straw if I have to, but for now I rent a room above the The Three Broomsticks pub, paid for by teaching students forbidden spells and how to cheat on exams.

As I near the Troll's den I whisper the spells my friend taught me; "rectum laxus" and feel my bumhole sag open, then; "ventris lubricare" and I begin to drip, my bowels growing slick inside me. I feel wonderful. I feel like an aroused girl ready for her brutal lover.

Into the den I can smell and hear them. Trolls have a strong, spicy hormonal scent and when not seeking prey to eat, they exercise their large muscles and sinew.

I walk past the adolescents I used to throat to the centre of the den and stop in front of a large Troll who's used me before. He grunts as he looks down at me and his cock, as thick as my thigh, lifts and grows hard. I turn my back and push my bottom toward him, linking my hands behind my back; the posture of submission. I shudder with anticipation as he grasps my shoulders and lifts me and I feel the head of his rippled cock slide between my greasy bum cheeks. There is no foreplay, no easing inside me; my Troll simply pushes his cock through my loose bumhole to fill my rectum completely then thrusts deeper into my sigmoid colon. Then he begins to slam-fuck me hard and a violent bliss floods my belly.

I cry out like a girl taking a cock for the first time, because each time feels like my first. Every thrust sends shockwaves through my belly, making my stomach curl as the ridges of his cock ride and vibrate my pleasure button; my prostate at the root of my cock making my breeding feel like a constant, rolling orgasm.

I can feel his cock swelling inside a belly that is hungry for his gushes of cum to bloat it. When Trolls cum they ejaculate over a gallon of cum, and it has magical powers that trigger long convulsive orgasms in a human body. Orgasms that will leave me weak and trembling on the floor.

As he nears his climax I hear him growling low in his throat and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight to his muscular body, arching my back and covering my mouth. I begin to ejaculate, my pathetic small cock spurting my own cum as his gushes inside me, filling me, bloating me, making me his breeder boy. He cums and cums and cums until my swollen belly aches with it and I feel it burbling upward to fill my stomach.

This is my favourite part; feeling his silky cum stretching the ropes of my intestines to bursting as my stomach is filled and it begins to rise upward. I gag and retch as my stomach convulses and I begin to regurgitate his cum, tasting its spicy sweetness as it rockets up my gullet to excite the root of my tongue. Then I am on the floor, no memory of being dropped, writhing and convulsing in a violent ecstasy as I spew my belly empty.

My orgasm is so powerful that I lose consciousness and only awaken when I feel another Troll lift and turn me and I again feel that slippery invasion of my bumhole and the deep pounding penetration that shocks my belly and stiffens my own cock once more.

This is my nightly ritual; being gang-banged by the large Trolls in the den.

And when they are done with me I will wrap myself in my robe and return to my room above The Three Broomsticks on trembling legs, dripping cum down my thighs and ignoring the mockery of the townspeople. There I will sleep and dream of being gang-banged until Troll cum transforms my body into an active breeder; gang-banged until I awaken one day with the hard lump of a baby Troll in my core, my breasts swollen, my nipples leaking milk.

That will bring the fresh ecstasy of fulfillment as a true breeder boy.

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