This choice: Harry made some excuses, and started picking the photos from the floor. • Go Back...Chapter #12Harry started picking the pictures. by: Mr. George   Making his excuses, Harry sat the ceinture in his lap. Luna had rather too much enjoyed, as he held it in front of himself. His face was a mix of disparate expressions, as he tried to work out what look he should settle on.
Shaking his head, he muttered "Mistakes...", needing an excuse to hide his face, "like this..." he gestured vaguely to the pictures scattered over the floor. Bending forward, he started to pick the photos up clasped in unkempt bundles, and put them back in the box.
The second batch followed quickly, and the enigmatic smile from Luna made him want to hide his face again. A quick look confirmed there was only enough there for the excuse of one more dip.
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It was then that as Harry's fingers scrabbled to peel the last of the pictures from the floor boards, that something else penetrated his mind. An absence rather than an observation. The ceinture seemed to have vanished from his lap. Shifting his head from one side to the other he hunted for it on the floor. Hoping he'd not stepped on and ripped it.
Unable to hide his face any longer, he straightened up. Glad to have something else to discuss, asked Luna if she'd spotted what had happened to it.
Again that enigmatic, aetherial smile on her face and filled the depths of her eyes.
"Another mistake?" she asked, the infuriating tone suggesting, he'd done another thing deliberately, and knew where it had gone.
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As that revelation hit, Harry could feel it. The damned thing had latched on, when he'd leaned forward. Passing through his shirt as if it wasn't there. Harry felt it's tender embrace. It slithered against his skin, alive with it's embued magic.
"You just keep having accidents." Luna observed, with a sympathetic, knowing smile.
Bursting open a button on his shirt Harry should've exposed a bare chest. Instead, the translucent sheen of lingerie was revealed. Not the same silver and pale blue. Now, it was a more sleek, and alluring black.
"Oh..." Luna said with a gasp, "It's bonded with you."
"Bonded..?.." Harry half-asked, dreading the answer.
"It's bringing out your ultimate glory." Luna explained, "Revealing your inner Goddess."
"G.Goddess?"
She shrugged, "It doesn't look like it's making you ... manly." she finished uncertainly.
Harry squirmed, as he felt the lingerie expand, absorbing his own underwear. The relentless expansion of the ceinture, as it worked to bring forth Harry's inner Goddess.
Shaking his head, Harry watched in horror, as his shirt started to bulge forward. Twin mounds that could only be one thing. Pressing his palms against them, he tried to drive them backwards, to flatten his chest back into masculinity.
Luna just giggled, "The harder you fight... the more extreme the final form."
Harry wanted to reach across and slap her... His mind slipped a gear. He didn't want to hit anyone, let alone Luna... and the idea of slapping anyone was just... was just wrong.
Another question surfaced, and Harry clenched his legs together, and again. Shaking his head, he wanted to deny his discovery. Or lack of, there didn't seem to be anything... masculine to crush between his thighs. Harry was absolutely on the path to becoming his... her ultimate Goddess.
She watched with dread, slapping at her clothes, as they seemed to turn to loose threads, and vanish. Hoping to extinguish, whatever magical destruction was happening. It was soon clear that the ceinture was finished eating Harry's underwear, and was working to consume her other clothes.
As the shred of her shirt, was left hanging from her shoulders as a couple of spare scaps of clothes, she snatched them up, and tossed them away.
The new Goddess Harry was revealed. Luna clapped at the première of Goddess Harry, however, she was less than pleased.
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The pout on her lips, telling of a very pissed off Goddess.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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