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If someone had asked Luna what she’d been thinking, she wouldn’t have been able to give a good answer. If she really tried, maybe she could have rattled something off about a siberian nefflehump somewhere with a similar feature. If someone poured through her brain with legilimency maybe they would have found a moment skinny dipping in the lake near the burrow Luna had noticed with some idle curiosity that Ginny’s clit was bigger than hers and traced that back somehow. But the truth was, nobody asked, nobody peeked into Luna’s mind at all, and she never really had to come up with a reason to justify her own actions.
Luna was always curious, from a family of scientists, or the closest magical society got to them at least.
So creeping over to Ginny lying in bed, sleeping drunk from the latest victory celebration of the Holyhead Harpies and peeling down her pajama bottoms to expose her pussy, Luna considered this… an experiment. That was all.
Luna’s wand poked against Ginny’s clit, prodding gently around it until Ginny gave an uncomfortable grumble, shifting, but not waking. That part wasn’t much of a surprise. Ginny wasn’t a light sleeper on the best of days, put a few drinks into her and she’d sleep through a mufflecampf’s breeding call.
For a moment, Luna wasn’t sure what she wanted to do, but the answer struck her in short enough order what the obvious thing to try would be.
“Engorgio,” Luna whispered, the tip of her wand glowing blue for a moment, her eyes wide and watching what it would do.
At first, nothing happened. Then the clit twitched, Ginny giving a mumbling groan again as it started to swell. It was slow, the delicate bundle of nerves resistant to magic like this, as all witches were, but after a handful of minutes it had grown to be about as wide around as her pinkie, extending out about half as long as her fingernail.
Luna’s eyes widened as she took it in, the sensitive little nub twitching in the air, exposed courtesy of her idle magic. She tried again, and it twitched as the magic tried forcing into it, but didn’t produce much of an effect, the limits of that particular spell apparently reached.
When Luna had asked her mother why all wizards didn’t go around changing themselves with spells like engorgio, she’d explained about how most witch and wizard bodies were quite resistant to permanent change, with metamorphmagi as the exception, and that in order to produce a real effect certain loopholes had to be used most simply didn’t want to bother with.
But ever since Ginny had broken things off with Harry and asked Luna to be her flatmate, the little blonde had been struck by certain new… urges, the urge to experiment being only one of them.
“I wonder…” Luna mused quietly, head bending closer. “Just how many loopholes…” her nose bumped against the tiny nub, eyes going crossed just to look at it. “...I can find.”
Opening her mouth, finding it watering far more than she’d ever thought, Luna closed it around the engorged clit, rubbing her tongue against it and giving it a gentle suck.
Ginny writhed beneath her, still sleeping, but her idle sleeptalk turning into tortured moans, hands gripping against the bedsheets, flailing, unable to recognize what was going on in the waking world.
Luna ended up playing with the clit another half an hour or so, and by the time she’d finished, the bed Ginny laid on was well and truly soaked with her juices, the scent of her sex filling the air in a way that made Luna’s heart hammer in her chest a surprising amount.
Not quite at a point she wanted to analyze that, Luna pulled back, watching the still somehow sleeping Weasley splayed out on the bed for another handful of moments before turning away.
That was fun, she noted in an idle sort of way, waving her wand to clean up the mess Ginny had made of the sheets and drawing the girl’s pajama bottoms back up before tucking her blankets in on top, making sure she was comfy and warm.
She’d make some lovely eggs and sausages in the morning to help with Ginny’s hangover. She felt the girl had definitely earned it.
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Ginny could tell something was off when she woke up the next morning. She just couldn’t tell… what. At first, she just credited the feeling to the string of obscene wet dreams she’d been having the night before, that seemed to feature everyone from Harry to that muggle she’d seen at the train station once having a go at her in a way that made her feel like a slag more effectively than any schoolmate taunts might have managed. But after cleaning her bed and teeth with a charm and shimmying out of her pajamas, a more evident cause made itself known.
Ginny screamed.
Luna, nerves still probably a bit frayed from the war, burst the door down before sweeping the room, wand poised, Ginny covering herself up, startled at her sudden entrance. “Wh-Luna?”
“Ginny?” Luna tilted her head, seeming to relax again. “You screamed. What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? I-” Ginny’s mind stuttered to a stop, Luna waiting patiently for some explanation, but… how was she supposed to explain this? There was clearly some kind of problem, her clit had to be twice the size it should have been, it must have gotten infected, or cursed, but talking about that to her flatmate was… embarrassing. Even if they were both girls. “I think I got… cursed, or something. I have to go to Saint Mungoes.” That alone was going to be embarrassing, but at least Saint Mungoes had mediwitches.
“Oh no.” Luna clapped a hand to her mouth, eyes widening. “Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?”
“No, thank you, Luna. It’s… kind of private. But I’ll be alright. It really shouldn’t take long.” Ginny answered, grateful at least that Luna wasn’t the type to pry and ask more questions.
“Oh, alright.” Luna took a moment, eyes seeming to light with some kind of understanding. “Ooooh. I see.”
Ginny winced. “I really hope you don’t see.” She waved her wand, wrapping some daywear robes around herself and walking toward the floo. “I’ll be back in a bit, Luna. Don’t wait on me for breakfast, alright?”
“Alright, I suppose,” Luna pouted slightly. “I had such a nice spread prepared, though.”
Ginny’s heart gave a pang at that, but she really couldn’t wait to get this treated. “I’ll… try to be quick, alright?”
Luna smiled again, nodding. “Okay. Have a good trip to Saint Mungoes.”
“Thanks, Luna.” She tossed a handful of floo powder into the fireplace, setting her destination. “I think they’ll fix me right up.”
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Luna pouted down at the clit, sunken back in beneath its hood as it was. “Saint Mungoes ruined all my work,” she sighed, nudging against it with her wand. “Now I have to start all over, what a pain.”
Her mother and father had experienced similar setbacks with their research, she knew. Officious permit providers or pernicious poachers, they always found a way through from somehow. This was just a new puzzle, that’s all it was. Step one was easy:
“Engorgio,” she incanted, pressing against the mistreated bud and watching it swell to its former position once again.
Restore her progress to what it was before. Simple enough.
“Welcome back, little nub,” she breathed down at it, feeling Ginny shift and moan once again. Waiting for another night she got drunk and fell asleep was a bit aggravating to renew her progress, but Luna hadn’t spent the time idly.
Step two: remove the influence of Saint Mungoes from the equation.
“Confundo.” Luna pressed her wand against Ginny’s temple as she cast it, the charm working its way easily inside the girl’s mind and easing her furrowed brow.
Luna had no particular talent for mind arts, but as with most Ravenclaws she was a quick study when she set her mind to something, and after her first experiment was so casually wiped away, Luna had racked her brain trying to come up with a way to stop it happening again.
The Confundus Charm wasn’t nearly as powerful or intrusive as most of the darker mind arts, but it was rather insidious if used carefully. A simple ability to cause confusion and suggestability could allow more comfortable travel through muggle areas, but it could also be used like this.
“Luna Lovegood,” she whispered into Ginny’s sleeping ear, “is your own private mediwitch. Any kind of small treatments or problems you might go to Saint Mungoes to work out would be far more convenient to just ask her about, and when she answers, you trust her medical advice implicitly.”
Technically speaking, Luna was a qualified mediwitch, in that she passed the healer exam some time ago. The fact she only did such a thing to care for her aging father as he couldn’t stand to look at Saint Mungoes, let alone be kept there for treatment, was another matter entirely. Had she not the qualification, then Ginny likely would have rejected the premise immediately, Confundus or not, which was why Luna had to be ever so careful at what she suggested.
Luna watched the clock for several minutes, waiting for the suggestion to settle in with the charm as the book had suggested. When the allotted time had passed and that problem had possibly been dealt with, Luna returned to her true goal, lying down between Ginny’s legs to stare at the engorged clit.
Her wand prodded against it, Ginny giving more grumbling whines as she prepared her next spell. “Emendo.”
It was a funny little spell, and quite dangerous if miscast, but far too perfect to pass up for a project like this. It was, for want of a better explanation, an improving charm. Whatever purpose the targeted object had. The charm made just a little better. For something complicated, like an arm or an eyeball, the spell was nearly always bound to fail in some way, but clits were remarkably simple in comparison.
If it improved sexual pleasure, if it improved size. Wouldn’t that be fun all on its own?
The clit shifted, finally, Luna beginning to feel faint from the magic she kept pouring into the spell, watching it thicken and grow, almost big enough to be a thumb then, standing proud atop Ginny’s glistening pussy just smaller than an acorn.
“Ah,” Luna clapped her hands excitedly. “It’s coming along so well, now. This much already.”
She’d probably have to move on to potions next, her current knowledge of human transfiguration charms only taking her so far, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the progress at hand, even if her time was limited. She’d earned it, after all.
Bending down and wetting her lips, Luna planted a big, wet, hot, kiss on the excited nub, Ginny’s sleeping form reacting instantly with a shuddering moan.
“Still so sensitive, too.” Luna’s tongue reached out, lapping slowly up the side, Ginny’s mumbling moans growing louder, clearer with every pass Luna did, soaking the nub with her spit until it was shiny.
If her goal was to make Ginny cum, Luna was pretty sure she could have stopped after one lick, but the shininess really was what she wanted to see.
Satisfied once again, Luna cleaned the sheets again, pulling up her pajamas and tucking her blankets in, leaning close to give Ginny a chaste kiss on the cheek just for good measure.
Another successful experiment, she thought.
==
Ginny rubbed her thighs together, standing nervously in the dining room of their flat, Luna plating a truly delicious smelling breakfast and laying it down in front of her with a smile. “Good morning, Ginny,” she said airily. “Did you sleep well?”
Actually, her sleep had been almost entirely populated by degenerate sexual fantasies involving thestrals, but given the content of what she was about to discuss with her flatmate, she definitely wasn’t going to open with that.
“Yeah, it was fine,” she said quickly, waving a hand. “Hey, Luna. You have mediwitch training, right?”
Luna gave her a look that was as classically impenetrable as… well as just about any of Luna’s looks. “Yes. I remember it quite well, in fact. Why do you ask?”
Ginny scratched the back of her neck, awkwardly. “Well, it’s just I found a… problem, when I woke up. I don’t think it’s a big enough thing to go to Saint Mungoes about, but I figured since you had mediwitch training, you could… check it out?”
Luna smiled beatifically. “Of course I would. All you have to do is ask.”
“Alright, great, uh…” Ginny crooked her head backward. “It’s a little embarrassing. You mind looking in the loo?”
“Not at all,” Luna said agreeably, following her along to the WC and waiting patiently while Ginny carefully peeled down her pajamas.
“Mmm, I see,” Luna hummed, getting down on her knees to carefully inspect the hideous growth of her clit. It was monstrous, she had no idea what could have happened to it, unless it was some kind of divine punishment for her dreams, and Luna’s lack of alarm really didn’t give her any credible idea how bad it was since she was fairly certain she might say the same thing if she was asked to see her amputated arm. “I assume this is what you’re having a problem about?” Luna asked innocently, Ginny choking on her own spit.
“As-assume? Yeah, you bloody well would assume that, wouldn’t you? My clit’s the size of my whole bloody hand, isn’t it?”
“I hardly think it’s that big,” Luna mused, face far too close to her nether region to be comfortable, but Ginny bearing through it for the medical inspection. “And anyway it’s really nothing to be alarmed at in the slightest.”
Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, at least assured of that. “Well that’s good, then. Can you fix it now?”
“Oh no, I mustn’t,” Luna responded seriously. “What you’re experiencing is completely natural, and nothing to be worried about at all.”
Ginny felt her shoulders relax, trusting Luna’s words, even as… confusing as they were. “What, really?”
“Completely.” Luna nodded serenely. “All witches go through a similar thing, though of course it’s quite private and must never be discussed outside of your personal mediwitch.”
“Oh, alright.” Ginny leaned back against the sink, feeling strangely calm about the whole thing. “Wow, so I was really freaked out over nothing, huh?”
“Oh, I can’t blame you for that. It must have been quite alarming to not know,” Luna assured her, smiling. “And please, if it changes further, don’t hesitate to show me your progress. I’m here to help on every step of the way.”
Ginny smiled back, relieved. “Thanks, Luna. I’ve got to say, having my own mediwitch around really takes a load off, you know?”
“I’m always happy to help.” With the way her head turned, she accidentally breathed against the sensitive clit, making Ginny clutch the counter tighter, shuddering, as Luna stood, apparently not noticing her accidental come-on. “Are you ready to have breakfast, now?”
“Yeah… sure.” Ginny looked down at the engorged clit, still a bit uncomfortable despite knowing Luna was right and it was perfectly natural. She wished she’d grown up with sisters who could have warned her about stuff like this. Now she’d just shown off how clueless she was to Luna, that was great.
She pulled her pajama bottoms back up, shuddering again at the feeling of her clit rubbing against them. That’d be another thing she’d have to get used to, she guessed. Or maybe they sold clothes somewhere charmed to help with things like that. Oh, but it was private, that’d make it difficult to ask for… maybe Luna would know where to find something like that. That’d be something to ask her for later, for sure.
With that thought, Ginny went along back into the dining room to eat breakfast with her mediwitch.
Clit rubbing distractedly against her pajamas with every step.
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Luna stared greedily down at the little chestnut nub, her first survivor of Ginny’s waking notice. The Confundus had worked better than she’d ever thought, and as long as she didn’t introduce too drastic of a change all at once, she was confident she’d be able to continue her assurances everything was fine going forward.
She clinked her fingernails against the glass vial in her hands, a silver potion glimmering faintly with its own light within.
And she was planning on going forward. Very. Far. Forward.
Giggling softly to herself, Luna uncorked the vial, carefully dipping a small paintbrush inside and sloshing the bristles into the potion before drawing it out again, the glistening hairs carefully maneuvered to begin sliding down Ginny’s clit, painting it like polish as she sleepily moaned once again.
The swelling solution was a simple brew, she’d learned about all the way back in second year. Brewing it once took no time at all, but isolating the effects and tweaking it to this purpose was much more difficult. But after a few enlightening consults by some of the more… perverted of Knockturn Alley potions masters, Luna found a mixture she felt quite proud of.
Ginny came again, soaking the sheets near Luna’s face as she worked, though honestly she quite liked the smell of Ginny’s worked up sex by then. It felt rather like success and she’d barely even begun, paintbrush working its way into every little nook and crevice she could find, drawing back to soak into more of the potion, before setting about reapplying, softly humming to herself as she went.
The more she painted, the more Ginny writhed, softly sleeptalking, mumbling something about ‘burning’ and ‘snakes’ Luna found somewhat curious, but not nearly as much as the effect it was having.
At first, it looked like it might fail entirely, the clit twitching without any change, but then, like a knot had been loosened, all at once it seemed to unfurl, like a fern, the thickness around its base curling up into a size the tiny nub of before should never have been able to claim. Still small, only about the size of Luna’s pinkie again in width, but now matching the pinkie’s length, blood pumped into it, desperately twitching in a way that gave Luna a giddy jolt up her spine.
“Oh yes,” Luna nodded in appreciation, watching the pulsing spire. “Potions are definitely much better.”
In a dim part of Luna’s mind, she realized she was drooling, but that information was irrelevant compared to this.
Luna stared down at the then completely empty potion vial disappointedly. Even before it had run out, the clit had stopped growing, so this was another avenue she’d apparently have to retire. At least there was some benefit to waiting for Ginny to get drunk before resuming her experiments, since it gave her time to prepare.
Though playing with the fruits of her experiments, she found she missed terribly in the gaps in between.
Luna opened wide, spit dripping out onto the bedsheets as her mouth closed over the newly enhanced clit, tongue swirling around and sucking it as Ginny’s hips bucked, mewling from uncontainable pleasure.
For a moment, Luna was afraid Ginny would wake, but apparently even this wasn’t enough to make that happen. So Luna continued her giddy torture, suckling softly against Ginny’s unnaturally enhanced clit for hours before she finally got bored and pulled away.
There was a… side effect, to putting her mouth on an object that had just been repeatedly slathered by a potion for an extended period, of course.
Luna stuck out her tongue in the mirror, lengthened by the potion until it dripped just slightly past her chin, before drawing it back in with a shrug.
Oh well. There were worse things.
All in all, the experiment was still proceeding quite nicely, she thought.
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Ginny was well experienced in hangovers. She wasn’t sure how the wizarding world had gone this long without fixing it, but she was more or less used to the massive headache, exhaustion, and general nausea it brought every time. That alone wasn’t enough to deter her drinking when she felt like celebrating. But this?
“Mmfzglbubb,” she stumbled into the kitchen, finding the pitcher of orange juice in the back of the icebox and tipping it up to her mouth, streams of it unable to be swallowed in time dribbling past the corners of her lips while she drank down the entire rest of the pitcher in a matter of a minute, finally slumping down into a chair, still feeling dry as a desert.
“Luna?” She called out to her flatmate, seeming to move a little slower this morning than some, but otherwise as chipper as ever. “Can I get a quick mediwitch consult?”
“Of course,” Luna answered, wiping her hands off with a cloth and sitting down beside her. “Is this more progress on your clit?”
“No.” Ginny wiped her face with a hand, sighing. “Well, yes, that too. But also I feel like my hangovers have gotten way worse recently. I don’t know what it is about them, feels like I lose my whole body weight in fluids during the night and then the next morning I’m just completely boffed, you know?”
“Oh…” Luna slowly nodded, considering. “That… is a problem.”
“Right? At this rate, I feel like I’ve gotta just lay off on the drinking if it’s gonna mess me up this badl-”
Luna’s hands suddenly flew to Ginny's, a slight alarm patterning her being. “No need for that. I have a solution. As your mediwitch, I’ll just have to pop into your room on any nights you get drunk and make sure you don’t lose too many fluids. Doesn’t that sound better?”
Ginny scratched the back of her head, looking away awkwardly. “I mean, sure, that’d be super handy for me, but… wouldn’t that be a huge inconvenience for you? You’re already doing all this mediwitch stuff for me, I don’t want you to-”
Luna squeezed her hands, smiling. “We’re friends, Ginny. I give you my absolute assurance it is no trouble at all.”
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This was a nightmare, Luna considered, lying down beside Ginny’s once more bare pussy, clit standing proud in the evening air. She couldn’t play with her like this, Ginny squirted enough she practically had to replace the whole bed with charms by the time she was done. Even just her plans for continuing the experiment were probably enough for her to cum her brains out, and then where would she be in the morning?
There was only so much she could rehydrate her to replace what she lost. Even if she was willing to spend half the night doing that instead of playing, it still might not break even, and Luna didn’t much feel like doing that either.
What a puzzle.
If she continued on with basically anything she wanted to do, it’d make Ginny cum. If Ginny came, she’d lose fluids. If she lost fluids, she’d stop drinking. If she stopped drinking, Luna wouldn’t be able to experiment anymore.
Luna flicked her thumb against the clit, idly lost in thought as Ginny bucked and came.
This much she could easily replenish, Luna thought, so she considered it more or less free.
Did…
A slow thought began to worm into Luna’s mind.
Did Ginny necessarily… need to cum? For the purposes of the experiment?
What if Luna could continue playing as much as she wanted, but Ginny didn’t cum?
“Why Luna Lovegood, you are a genius,” she mused to herself, pressing her wand against Ginny’s eager pussy. “Collorelevus,” she incanted, feeling the magic travel seamlessly into Ginny’s body, restraining that particular natural reaction.
She flicked her thumb against the clit again, Ginny’s cunt clenching, but finding no relief, the girl’s sleepy moans taking on a desperate tinge.
If Luna had ever thought the charm she’d learned courtesy of a particularly egregious trend of overusing tickling charms by the boys in her fifth year, would ever be used again, it certainly wasn’t for an occasion like this.
Still, she couldn’t deny how perfect it was. No mess, no fuss. Ginny would wake up in the morning feeling better than she ever had drinking before.
The next potion Ginny began slathering on the twitching clit was a rare recipe her new Knockturn friends had managed to get ahold of for her. Apparently it was originally intended to increase the size of staple crops in one of the poorer magical countries, but the hands of the workers handling the potion inevitably puffed up and became far too sensitive, preventing them from working the soil again until a cure could be developed.
The clit twitched, slowly growing thicker and longer the more it drank in the potion.
Regrettably, no cure was ever found.
Luna breathed in deeply, marveling at the size it had grown. It hadn’t gained much length, but it was now a bit thicker than her thumb. Like this, it finally resembled a modest cock more than a clit, still pulsing desperately as its hypersensitized pumping never produced any results.
Luna couldn’t resist anymore, sucking it into her mouth greedily, tasting the potion still coating it without a care, needing it desperately wrapped in her warmth as Ginny sleepily whined, bucking further inside without any results, hands bunching up the blankets, murmuring pleas Luna felt dance in her ears.
This, she decided, was too much fun. If she stopped here, she was sure she’d have enough to play with for a long, long, time.
But why stop there?
Luna idly played with Ginny’s pussy as she worked, enjoying the steady trickling wetness so easy to replace as she found she couldn’t cum, no matter how Luna assaulted her on both sides.
Oh yes.
She still had so much work to do.
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Ginny’s cunt was on fire. She’d had… frustrating mornings before. Growing up in a house full of boys meant finding private time to herself was often in short supply. But this was something else. This was like she’d been teased all night, even her sexual dreams reduced to being tied up naked in the Hogwarts library by Hermione and repeatedly told to shush as she read a book.
On top of that…
Ginny stared down at her clit, now absolutely enormous and so sensitive even a gust of wind was enough to make her wet. Actually touching it herself, enough to make her shudder and stumble back into the wall. What the hell? How did everyone else deal with this? It felt like she was going insane.
The only upside she could think of was that at least now getting herself off would probably be quick.
An hour later, Ginny revised that idea, panting breathless in bed, enough slime trailing out of her cunt to to seal a dozen envelopes, yet still no closer to a proper release.
Forget what she said before: now she was going insane.
“Ffffuuuck. Fuck. Come on.” It didn’t matter how many fingers she drilled inside her cunt or how many times she pumped her cock-like clit. It didn’t matter the pleasure got extreme enough she felt her mouth pant and toes curl. She still couldn’t cum.
“Luna,” she called out desperately, summoning a robe to wrap around herself as she ran out of her room. “Luna, emergency mediwitch consultation, please.”
Luna walked out of her room, hand over her mouth as she gave a yawn, Ginny blinking as she thought she saw the faintest flicker of red, like her tongue had traveled long past her hand, but pushing past that a moment later.
“Good morning, Ginny,” she said pleasantly. “Did you need someth-”
“My clit grew again.” Ginny squirmed in her robes, still feeling desperate to cum. “A lot. And also, ever since I woke up, I can’t…” she bit her lip, embarrassed. “I mean I’ve been trying to, but I can’t seem to…” she gestured vaguely at her nethers. “Relieve myself… sexually.”
“Oh, that’s nothing to worry about,” Luna informed her casually. “It happens all the time in cases like these.”
“It does?” Ginny whined, rubbing her thighs together uselessly. “F-for how long?”
“It tends to vary from person to person.” Luna shrugged easily. “I can give you more consistent treatment if you like. Make it go faster?”
“Yes.” Ginny surged forward, gripping Luna by the arms, desperately. “Yes. Anything. Whatever you can do to make it go faster, do it.”
Luna smiled, light shining in her eyes. “Of course. You just need to leave it to me.”
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“Confundo.” Luna watched the charm seep into Ginny’s sleeping brow. Being there in the room while Ginny wasn’t drunk was new, but thankfully the girl had handed her an in without even meaning to. Oh, Merlin, she was so good at that, wasn’t she?
“Luna Lovegood,” she whispered in Ginny’s sleeping ear. “Is going to be giving you nightly medical checkups to speed along the process and let you cum again. Always remember, she is the expert, so if you ever wake up while she’s in the middle of a procedure, don’t interrupt and just go back to sleep.”
She felt the command settle in the sleeping girl’s mind, her desperation fueling the swift acceptance of the ridiculous notion.
“Now where were we?” Luna wondered, shifting back down to Ginny’s juicily enlarged clit.
Apparently ingredients for the next potion Luna had planned were still at least a few days away. But thankfully, Luna had a more… magizoologist solution in the meantime.
Many magical creatures were quite difficult to tame, but occamys in particular, were highly aggressive to anyone who approached them and quite illegal to own privately. Which was why Herbert, the occamy Luna held in her hands right then, was of course not owned by her, but by the Quibbler and its associated company… which she owned.
As for how she’d managed to tame it where so many others had failed, Luna partially credited that to her new practice in mind arts, and partially credited it to the nargle farm she’d been keeping him in for several hours a day ever since she got this idea, that left his thoughts more muddled than even confundus was able to provide.
Herbert was by then, at least in occamy standards, quite dim. But that made him all the friendlier, and to be honest… Luna needed his body more than his brain.
Occamys were choranaptyxic, meaning they grew or shrank depending on the space they were in. While that wasn’t an unheard of ability in the magical world, occamys were remarkable in the fact they were the only known choranaptyxic creature that weren’t born with the talent, but granted it by their parents while they were still eggs in the nest.
“There we are, nice and pretty,” Luna cooed at Ginny’s clit, just painted a lovely shade of silver to match those of an occamy egg. “Now be a good little papa, Herbert,” she told him, setting the confused feathered serpent down on the bed facing it.
It looked back at her. “Brrk?”
“You don’t recognize her?” Luna leaned close, gently shifting his head back to Ginny’s painted clit. “That’s your daughter, remember?”
In one very rare case, an escaped occamy was found wrapped around a Faberge egg, the valuable muggle art piece then needing to be confiscated to the Unspeakables as its size changing antics could not be allowed to be kept in muggle hands.
As soon as Luna remembered that story, the possibility of a repeat performance became all she could think about.
Herbert moved a bit unsteadily toward the twitching clit, brushing up against it in a way that had Ginny give another vulnerable murmur, before finally he wrapped himself around it completely, Ginny’s hands once again clenching around the sheets as she gave a helpless whine.
From her own research, occamys delivered the skill through a magic pulsing caused by a specific and focused humming at different areas in their body. The skill sank into the eggs before they hatched, giving them the ability to develop further inside the egg before they grew too big and hatched out. Luna thought that sounded quite lovely when she first read about it.
And now, with Ginny helplessly squirming as what was effectively a living vibrator squeezed around her hypersensitive clit Luna thought it was far more than lovely.
“Mmh. Mmg. Please,” she sleepily mumbled. “Please lemme cu… please…”
“Aww.” Luna brushed her hair out of her face, kissing her gently on the forehead. “No. You’re not nearly done yet,” she told her seriously.
The occamy’s vibrations kicked up in intensity, Ginny’s mouth falling open in a moan, feet kicking without any result. When she unconsciously reached toward her crotch where the occamy worked, Luna carefully pulled her hands away, unwilling to let the careful process be disturbed.
Ginny seemed to be in so much distress, but Luna would make it all up to her. Tomorrow, they’d have a girl’s night on the town and do all the things Ginny liked. That seemed fair.
Luna’s molten gaze went back to Luna’s clit, steadily growing under the occamy’s ministrations.
Besides, she couldn’t stop now. She still had so many ideas.
“Nn. Luna? What are you…?”
“Mediwitch stuff, Ginny. No need to worry.” Luna smiled down at her. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mmn.” Ginny’s eyes drooped sleepily closed once again. “Mmkay.”
She really was getting quite good at that. Maybe that would have been her career in another world, instead of managing the Quibbler.
Ah well. She liked this world just fine.
It took another three hours before Herbert’s vibrations finally wound down, and in that time the charm had held true and Ginny still hadn’t been able to cum once, as much as it seemed she wanted to. It almost seemed cruel to Luna, as she shifted back toward her dripping crotch, breathing in deeply at the desperate scent of her twitching cunt. But what could she do? Ginny had been complaining about losing fluids. This was the most efficient solution.
She thought Hermione would be proud of her for her problem solving.
“All done, bud?” She asked Herbert, the occamy giving a possessive hiss as she reached toward its ‘egg’. “Oh don’t be like that. I’m your momma, and I got to get you back home so Ginny can get a good night’s sleep, alright? No backtalk.”
The occamy gave a whine, appropriately cowed as Luna gently unwrapped him from Ginny’s clit.
With the pressure finally removed, Luna could see the choranaptyxia take full effect, the clit growing and growing, more blood pumping into it as Luna watched in gleeful amazement until it stood a full fifteen centimeters tall, twitching desperately in front of her like a full, juicy, clit-dick.
“Oh Merlin, it’s everything I ever wanted,” Luna breathed, moving closer to press her nose into the side and drag along it taking a deep, heavy, snort of Ginny’s natural, beautiful, scent.
She did love that smell, though maybe, Luna considered in the back of her brain, there was a way she could improve that, too.
Ah well. One thing at a time.
Luna’s tongue spilled out of her mouth, stretched long enough through the potions it absorbed it fell just above her chest, dripping hungry and hot.
No need to be greedy when she had this in front of her.
Luna’s tongue wrapped around Ginny’s clit, squeezing like the occamy of before, eyes rolling into the back of her head at the taste assaulting her, dragging up and around, dripping against every curve and vein as Ginny furiously moaned beneath her.
It wasn’t enough. Luna loved it, cumming just from this, from the act of what she was doing, what she’d done, but she already knew it wasn’t nearly enough.
“I love you, Gin~” she moaned sweetly, dragging her tongue up the clit again and again, lapping against it like the juiciest lolly she’d ever had. “I love you sooooo much.”
There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for her.
==========
Ginny felt like she was going mad. Her clit was big enough there wasn’t anything she could wear that didn’t rub against it all day, and she still hadn’t been able to cum no matter what she tried. Luna had been helping as best she could, bless her, she was trying, but Ginny wasn’t sure what she could do.
Should she try going to Saint Mungoes? She did the last time she was cursed, but Luna said this was all perfectly natural, wouldn’t they think she was just overreacting?
When Luna had suggested a girl’s day out, she thought it’d be a welcome distraction, but now being so close with Luna just made her think of her dream. With Luna wrapping snakes around her clit, licking it with a monstrously big tongue, all silly little dream logic, but…
Ginny liked Luna, of course, as a friend. But she’d never really thought of her sexually like that, before. It was probably all this mediwitch business. There was only so much of having her flatmate stick her nose in her privates to inspect them every day she could get away with before Luna became a feature in her not-so-wet dreams, she supposed.
Still, while it was fun, and Luna was clearly doing everything she could to cheer her up, it wasn’t nearly as distracting as Ginny had hoped.
She needed to cum. Soon.
She didn’t want to think what would happen if she couldn’t.