Chapter 22

"Ooooh~ Ooooh MERLIN! M-More! More, more, MOOOORE!!!"

As Minerva McGonagall squeals like the bitch in heat that she is, Dudley grins and gives her exactly what she wants, pounding into her puffy, sopping wet pussy from behind as he fucks the gorgeous Transfiguration Professor right there on the floor of her office. He'd never stopped fucking her, all this time. Perhaps that was why it was so easy to give Hermione over to Crabbe and Goyle. That, and the way the brunette Gryffindor had made herself so worthless by falling for their wiles.

Regardless, Minerva was always Dudley's mainstay. Not only did he always have the blackmail inherent in their relationship to hold over her head, but also, he was able to adjust her mind whenever she went into a heat. As soon as the Animagus went into heat each month, she became HIGHLY suggestible and gullible, allowing Dudley to warp her thinking until she was all but his willing slave, feeling guilty for being with him but unable to resist the urge to obey him in every possible way.

He'd made leaps and bounds in his Transfiguration this year as a result, and part of him wondered if he could somehow mimic the effects of Minerva's heats in other girls to turn them into highly suggestible bimbo bitches for him to mold into his liking. Although, did he really have to do that when girls like Marietta and Ginny were already falling over themselves to stay in his good graces anyways?

Those two Pureblood cunts were all his and he hadn't had to do a single thing magically. While he had yet to actually do anything sexual with Ginny Weasley, Dudley knew it was only a matter of time. The only Weasley girl was wrapped so tightly around his finger already…

Ah, but it wasn't fair to Minerva for him to be thinking about other women. And besides, while Dudley was certainly looking forward to seeing how both Marietta and Ginny eventually blossomed with time, he had a fully matured example of a Scottish beauty in front of him here and now. Despite her age, Minerva McGonagall was sexy as all hell and smoking hot and Dudley had been taking advantage of that for practically two years now.

Indeed, with Summer once again just around the corner, Dudley was going to miss getting to slide into this tight wet pussy every single week. He was going to miss making Minerva howl. He was going to miss making her… yowl. Grinning savagely, the young man rears back his hand and then brings it down hard on Minerva's fat ass, causing her to screech as he spanks her hard and fast.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Eeeeeee!!!"

Of course, he can't help but focus on his hand as he does so. Any traces of the pudgy nature he'd had when he'd first traveled back in time… they're completely gone. Dudley had put his all into making sure he didn't squander this new lease on life. This second chance of his… he had no intentions of wasting it, and that meant fixing himself as much as everything else that had gone wrong for him.

With magic and nigh-unlimited gold at his disposal, it hadn't been particularly difficult to make sure he stayed healthy and lost any of his 'healthy' amount of body fat over the last two years. Petunia hadn't been sure what to think of it at first, hating that her precious Diddykins was getting less and less 'big boned' and worrying about his health, but Dudley had made it abundantly clear that he was doing what he wanted.

Of course, the constant sexual intercourse he found himself engaging in certainly helped to keep him in shape. Indeed, even right now his heart is pounding and he's sweating a little as he plows Minerva from behind. Currently on her hands and feet with her legs splayed apart and her back arched beautifully, the cat animagus squeals and screams as she creams herself again and again on his pistoning cock. Pounding into her with all his might, Dudley can feel himself getting close… and with no reason to not do so, he lets out a hoarse groan and proceeds to finish in Minerva's quim.

She takes it like she takes all of his loads, his cream-filling causing her legs to buckle and her entire body to tip forward as her limbs begin to collapse on her. Dudley goes down to the floor with her as she falls, grunting as he hits his knee a bit too hard. Still, a quick flick of his wand soothes the area easily and leaves him able to properly enjoy his moment of sexual gratification. Magic sure is… heh, wizard.

As he slowly pulls out of Minerva's creampied quim, Dudley wonders if he's going to have to direct her to the next step… but no, the gorgeous witch doesn't hesitate to whip around, her eyes wide and wild with desire and need, her mouth open and her tongue already lolling out, a bit of drool leaking from her plush lower lip.

In an instant, those pillowy lips of hers, usually open to spout some tidbit of knowledge about Transfiguration or to lecture her classes on how to avoid breaking certain rules and suffering the magical backlash as a consequence, are instead wrapped around HIS cock in a subservient and utterly submissive fashion. Her eyes stare up at him as she begins to clean his dick with her mouth, using herself as little more than a cum rag while gazing up at him almost… apologetically.

Indeed, combined with the overwhelming lust and arousal from being such a horny bitch in heat as she is, Dudley can see the guilt, shame, and self-loathing in Minerva McGonagall's eyes every time he fucks her, or she sucks him off like this. Even as his cock balloons back to fully erect in her warm, wet mouth, even as she begins to attack his dick with her lips with more and more ferocity… she still hates herself for it.

As far as she's concerned, she's the one in the wrong here. She'd never put an end to it because he told her not to and because she loves it too much to stop, but there's no doubt in McGonagall's mind that she's the abuser here and he's, her victim. That's just the way Dudley prefers it if he's being honest. The Transfiguration Professor IS supposed to be the one in a position of authority after all, while he's nothing more than a Second Year student at Hogwarts. Really, doesn't that make her just the nastiest sort of woman?

Grinning, Dudley reaches out and slides his hands through Minerva's hair, before slowly partitioning it off to either side in a pair of handlebar pigtail handholds. Gripping tightly, he begins to thrust forward yet again, this time into the warm wet cavity that is the Professor's mouth, rather than her sopping, messy, creampied quim.

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

Minerva begins choking almost immediately, but Dudley doesn't care and frankly, neither does she. She's all too willing to take a little bit of pain with her pleasure, not just because the pleasure is overwhelming and her need from the heat is great, but also because she truly believes she deserves no less for engaging in such a scandalous relationship with her student.

Truly, it's a fucked up situation that they find themselves in… and Dudley loves every last moment of it. Face fucking Minerva into oblivion, taking his Transfiguration Professor and using her as his own personal set of holes, Dudley groans as he throws his head back, his cock sliding in and out of the pillowy set of lips wrapped around it and across the writhing tongue underneath it until finally, he can hold back no longer.

His second load goes right down her gullet, and he gives Minerva a truly wicked grin as he makes her swallow it.

"There you go kitty. Take your cream."

And take it she does, drinking his seed in big honkin' gulps until his churning balls are emptied out and his cock begins to soften yet again. With a sigh, Dudley lets go of Minerva's hair, allowing the red curls to fall back around her head as he stumbles back into a big armchair right next to the fireplace in her office. Minerva cleans herself for a moment, licking his seed off of her face with the back of her hand, and then scurries over to place herself at his feet, allowing for him to reach down and casually grope her gorgeously perky fun bags in a perverted mockery of someone petting their cat.

As he plays with his Professor's tits in the aftermath of their latest fuck session however, Dudley finds himself pondering a question that's been puttering around in his head for quite some time. Looking McGonagall over, he can't help but make a curious noise in the back of his throat.

"You're so fucking sexy, kitten. I have to wonder, how the fuck does that even work? You're like what, a hundred years old? And yet you look like you're in your thirties… not even that, maybe your late twenties…"

Moaning a bit from his fondling of her breasts, Minerva looks up at him and pouts, batting her eyelashes.

"I'm not quite that old yet, Mr. Dursley. As for my looks… it's simple really. Magic begets magic."

Dudley blinks at that and then frowns when Minerva isn't immediately more forthcoming. He punishes her by pinching one of her nipples between his fingertips and twisting it, causing the Professor to yelp and flinch back from the sharp pain.

"Explain."

"O-Of course, Mr. Dursley… the more magic that one uses, the more one's magic will grow. A-As such, the more a witch or wizard casts magic, the longer they will stay younger. As I said, magic… begets magic."

Dudley blinks at that explanation, mulling it over in his head. It would explain some things, like why the entire Wizarding World was made up of attractive-looking people. Dudley had just chalked that up to magical spells, but apparently it was magic itself making people who had magic and used magic hotter? That was kind of funny, wasn't it?

Ah but wait, there was one thing…

"You don't always look the same though. Your appearance seems to range from your late twenties to your early forties. Why is that? More so, I've seen some spectacularly aged witches in passing in Diagon Alley before… why do they look so old?"

Massaging her tits as a reward for her last answer, Dudley smiles as Minerva moans and has to collect her thoughts before explaining.

"Oooh. Well, M-Mr. Dursley… naturally there are also s-spells that help a witch continue to look pretty and even younger than her n-natural magic might allow. It's something that, mm, most witches use, taught as they were by some older witch in their lives. T-The only problem is, beauty spells have, nngh, u-unfortunate side effects."

Blinking, Dudley raises his eyebrow.

"Unfortunate how?"

"W-Well, beauty spells tend t-to reduce a Witch's magic, rather than growing it. A-as such, the older a witch gets, t-the less magic they have… I've also heard some unconfirmed rumors that using beauty spells too often and at too powerful a level c-can reduce the intelligent of a witch. It's a horror story every witch h-hears… something about the spell n-needing more brainpower to m-maintain the youthful looks, t-the older the witch is. A-as such, I use such magic, mm, sparingly…"

That was… truly insidious. Dudley can't help but inwardly laugh at what Minerva has just explained to him. Obviously, she doesn't see anything wrong with what she just said. But then, it's sort of much the same in the Muggle World, isn't it? Makeup and the like… Dudley has heard his mother bellyaching more than once about how expensive it is to 'put on her face' each day.

And yet, there's a stigma attached to women who don't wear makeup and all that rot in the muggle world. They get ostracized for not being beautiful enough, for not conforming to society's standards and norms. Women in modern society are expected to pour hundreds and hundreds of dollars into their makeup routines each and every month and sometimes to their own detriment. After all, for the longest time the chemicals in those makeups were unregulated and untested, and in a lot of cases ultimately toxic.

Apparently, things were the same way in the Wizarding World. Dudley could only imagine the wizard who had developed the whole range of beauty spells however many decades or centuries ago. Because it definitely WAS a wizard. No witch would have created such magic and considered such drastic and dramatic side effects to be acceptable, after all.

Rather, it was more likely that whoever the wizard was who HAD developed the school of beauty magic, had instilled those sorts of downsides into the spells themselves. And then witches had started using them without understanding the ramifications and had effectively cut their lifespans down compared to their male counterparts. And even now, in the modern day, when witches all understood the consequences of using beauty magic… they still did it because it had become the cultural and societal norm. Because it was expected of them.

"… Show me."

Blinking up at him, Minerva looks confused for a moment. Dudley just grins.

"Show me what a powerful beauty spell can do. I want to see."

For a moment, he can tell that Minerva knows what he's asking of her, and furthermore, that she knows he knows what he's asking for her. But then that pesky self-loathing rears its ugly head, and his Transfiguration Professor submits to his demand, picking up her wand and pointing it at herself as she stands up, still completely naked.

Dudley watches as the magic takes effect, as the overpowered beauty spell is cast. Minerva McGonagall goes from looking like she's in her late twenties-early thirties to looking like she wouldn't be out of place among this year's Sixth or Seventh Years here at Hogwarts. Her face grows even younger than usual, her body shifts, and she looks a bit more nubile, like she hasn't QUITE finished growing in all the way yet.

She still looks older than Dudley by a fair margin, but then a beauty spell would be pretty useless if it made you look like a child.

Fidgeting in place in front of him for a moment, the cute Scottish red head bites her lower lip as her puffy pink nipples harden under his gaze. After a second, she has an idea and points her wand at her hair, causing her red locks to pull up and partition into a set of pigtails.

"W-Well, Mr. Dursley? Do you… d-do you like what you see?"

Grinning wickedly, Dudley comes to a decision right then and there as he leans back in the comfy armchair.

"Call me Headmaster. And as my Head Girl, Minerva… you should really be over here, on your knees don't you think?"

"Y-Yes Headmaster!"

And so, the youthful Minerva McGonagall hurries over and once more takes him in her mouth, her eyes staring up at him seeking his approval as she uses magic that will undeniably dumb her down over time if she keeps it up. And Dudley… Dudley is beyond pleased.

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