This choice: Finds it in a restroom, he must have got up it the night and left it there! • Go Back...Chapter #5Harry finds his penis in the restroom. by: Silence   A quick look around his room fails to uncover the young man’s manhood, and only serves to make the nervousness in his gut intensify. Harry then checks the next most logical place where his wayward pecker could be… and to his relief finds that he must have gotten up to use the bathroom at some time in the night after draining his balls, for there they were, hanging down low in their home’s large wrinkly glory against the frontside of the loo- his shaft out of sight, the lid was down but the seat was a cheap plastic c shaped thing, so he assumed it was hanging down on the other side of the bowl through the gape in the seat in case he felt the need to piss… and hopeful not detached from his balls and hidden somewhere else.
Feeling the need to go and not awake enough to consider the potential consequences of what might happen if he went only to discover that his previous sleepy self had separated his member into more pieces- Harry relaxes his bladder… and is rewarded with the sound of his member relieving him a few feet away inside the toilet. As soon as it was done, he gently took ahold of his balls and lifted the lid that was helping keep his member in place and picked it up and held it upside down over the toilet with one hand grasping his base while the other grabbed the start of his shaft and squeezed out the rest of the piss from his member similar to how one would milk a cow- when he was done there was absolutely no dribbles to be had, something Harry felt incredibly pleased about, ever since the damn thing had grown the length of a ruler, piss kept hiding in his bloody pecker every time after he took one, and always ended up down his pant leg.
Satisfied, Harry moved to return his cock and balls to his groin… but then frowned and stopped, his crotch and it’s usual inhabitants did feel a lot more comfortable separated and not crushed by his now very small clothing… and it was an early weekend morning, so early some stars were still out… nobody should be awake right now. Harry peeked outside into the hallway both directions and paused to listen to the snores.
“Hmm… one, two, three- yeah, that’s all of them.” Harry whispered and nodded to himself, deciding to take things a step further in the name of comfort and stepped out of his pajama bottoms and underwear and pulled off his shirt and balled them up under his arm pit and took a moment to admire himself in the mirror.
Though his body was devolved more than it had any right to be, given his age, he still had places to fill out, but aside from being a bit scrawny here and there, he had the beginnings of a powerful athletic frame, his abs already had some good definition, as did his pectorals, biceps and triceps, and his gluts and thighs and hams were also coming along nicely, though he didn’t have much of an ass yet. Harry grinned as he posed in the mirror, “looking good.” He thought to himself… the only thing that looked off was the thing that was off, his manhood which he had laid on a bundle of towels next to the sink.
He quickly snatched up his boys and anchored them on his groin and posed with them… and frowned, he did look more natural anatomically correct but, his cock and balls weren’t exactly in the mood to get going yet and just hung from his groin like a small (comparatively speaking) sack of only two spuds and a plump but limp banana, and no matter how he posed they did nothing but hang.
Harry sighed and removed his manhood, anchored its base in his right palm and brought it up to his face as his free hand rubbed his chin in thought, before a smirk formed on his lips before he parted them and nuzzled his manhood and let his tongue explore the base of his shaft and balls up to the hardening tip of his foreskin covered glans, and his tongue slipped under the former to explore the smooth sensitive curves and ridges of the latter as his sleepy member woke up and begin to fill with blood and grow heavier and his cock’s head started grow until his tongue was evicted from underneath his foreskin by virtue of the sheath rolling back along his shaft.
Harry stops fellating his own member and puts it back on his groin again, and returns to flexing in front of the mirror, and smirks as it did its best to stand upright against its own wight and partially succeeded.
After flexing and posing in front of the mirror a bit more Harry left the bathroom in the nude carrying his night clothes, it felt so much better to be naked than to wear those tight old things, and strutted back into his room like he owned the place, still full aware that if he got caught like this by his aunt and uncle the consequences would be dire, but not at all worried- they wouldn’t be up for hours and had their own bathroom even if nature called so he was in no danger of being caught.
Back in his own room he shut the door and dropped his PJs with in arms reach of his bed and crawled back into it… and found himself a bit too excited to sleep, after realizing this was real and not a dream.
With his member throbbing once more, Harry reached down and freed it from his groin again, and turned to lay on his side after laying his manhood next to his chest and head, with its glans resting on his pillow.
Harry stroked his member as he wondered what to do with it and his power. On the one hand what he started back in the restroom felt good and part of him wanted to explore more of his manhood with his mouth and tongue. On the other, he had learned how his detached member worked, how he could stick it to places and retrieve it as he wished with no Ill effects, but he had no idea what else could he do, only a rough idea how he detached it.
He felt strongly that there was more he could do, and felt he should explore his new ability- either to learn how to detach and reattach more body parts… or modify them- it was a gut feeling, but Harry felt certain he could reshape parts if he wanted to… and despite it’s already large size there was a little voice in the back of Harry’s head telling him that the huge penis throbbing softly next him could be bigger, longer, it’s balls fatter and more virile and it’s orgasms even more mind blowing. The thought made said member throb harder with excitement next to him. Harry rubbed it and considered what he’d do…
Well, he supposed a good first step would be figuring out how he detached his cock in the first place… let’s see, he remembered drawing a circle around it with his wand and off it came, and immediately a stray thought came to him that he had basically unscrewed it.
Harry blinked, huh… something about that thought resonated with him… and what was that saying, righty tighty, lefty loosey? He focus on his memories of a few hours ago and… yeah, that was a counter clockwise circle he drew around his member with his wand.
Curious to see if he could do it again, Harry snatched up his wand and drew a circle around his wrist, in the proper direction on his left hand… and nothing happened? Most but not all magic caused a wand to glow at least a little but the act earned Harry nary a flicker… he frowned, put his wand down and tugged on his wrist, pop! Off it came to his delight. Then he frowned again- a few quick tests later and Harry could confirm it worked exactly as his penis… but he now had another question, was his wand doing it or was it him?
He knew he wasn’t supposed to cast magic underaged, it was something the teachers drilled several times into their heads both years just before the term was over, but most magic abilities a wizard could be born with either got a pass or couldn’t be detected, like his speaking to snakes… so long as they didn’t break the statute of secrecy that is.
He was also certain most wizards and witches also couldn’t just pop limbs off by drawing circles with their wands- otherwise Harry would have seen his classmates accidentally or purposefully dismembering themselves all day.
Now positive this was a gift, Harry drew another circle on his right wrist, this time with his left pointer finger and not his wand, and felt something loosen inside. He grabbed his wrist and tugged on it but it went no where- “hmm must not have done it enough” he reasoned internally and went back and did another loop, and felt whatever it was loosen more and more, until finally he felt something like a “click” and a “give” and this time when he tried it again, his right hand was just as detachable as the left.
So…it was him, his wand just did it quicker… and sneakier, could he do this with other people too? A mischievous thought to go try it out on his aunt or uncle popped into his head, to go and swap the positions of their heads and genitalia… but he quickly dismissed it- they’ed murder him for it… no matter how sneaky he was about it- he’d be the first one they blamed… and he’d also have touch their bits to do it and that was just plain gross! For obvious reasons Dudley was also out too.
Unable to test that, he instead reasoned he had the lefty part down, so he should find out righty did. He figured it would just cement things back on… and was completely unsurprised to find his haunch correct when he reattached his hands: like before his wand was quick and didn’t feel anything from it aside from wood on skin, and his finger made his wrist tighten until it felt like something clicked back in place. In both cases Harry couldn’t simply just pull his wrist back off… but at the same time while the effect did seem to be permanent, it didn’t bar him from undoing it with more circles.
So… he at least knew how to take parts off and cement them back on, that left the question of what to figure out next, and Harry decided on figuring out:   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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