Nymphadora Tonks rushed out of the Ministry of Magic. The trainee Auror had received a letter from Charlie Weasley that morning, and he wanted her to join him for lunch. She knew she wouldn't be back afterwards. When Charlie called her, she couldn't stop herself. From the moment he'd asked her to show him her true self when she was twelve, she'd been lost to him. Her virginity had been lost to him just minutes later.
That had locked her true form, making her forever twelve. She'd been forced to fake maturity. It was why she was so clumsy. She'd occasionally overdid things. If Charlie hadn't liked her so much that way she would have hated still being twelve. She could still fake being her age in years, at least until someone made her pregnant, then she might even get stuck as old as she actually was.
As she practically ran to the apparition point, she found herself reverting to her true form. Nymphadora had long ago charmed her robes to change as she did. As a metamorphmagus, it was something she did almost automatically. So her trainee Auror robes changed from brown trench coat to a red babydoll style dress. Her favored short pink hair changed to long waist length hair, just like it had been that day at the end of her first year. No one would connect her now what she'd been. The obscurus charm that covered the change was one she mastered years ago, before she'd gotten the clothes transfiguration charm down. There was a reason that she'd just got the highest ever marks in Disguise and Concealment.
As Nymphadora disappeared from the Ministry and reappeared on the edge of the Burrow, she couldn't help but remembering her first time.
"Kiss me, Charlie," Nymphadora said, dried tears staining her cheeks as he held her. A bunch of older boys had been trying to take advantage of her talents to be seen with a hot girl, and had made her feel like she was just a mannequin, not a person.. "Make my first kiss from someone I like who sees the real me, and doesn't want to turn me into someone I'm not."
"Okay, Dora," Charlie said. "I will love you as you are."
Then he kissed her, on the lips, with tongue. His arms pulled her close, as his kiss possessed her. In that broom closet, not darkened, but filled with light, he'd seen her as she was. His hands roamed her back, and her dress loosened. It fell to the floor, revealing her bare breasts and white panties. He pulled back just a moment, turning her to a mirror that happened to have been stored in the closet.
"This is you, the real you, nothing changed, just pure Nymphadora Tonks," Charlie stated, as he slid her panties down, leaving her naked.
"Yes, small breasts, no pubic hair, long plain black hair," Nymphadora said. "Nothing that I wasn't born with. No funny colored hair. No big boobs. A normal small nose."
"You don't have to change anything to be loved," Charlie said. "Stay as you are, and I'll show you."
Charlie's hands started to caress her small breasts, sending tingles of pleasure to her brain. One of them didn't stay there, it slid down her side, and she knew instinctively where it was going, before it even touched the top of her naked pussy. The pleasure coursing from her body doubled, then tripled as his fingers slipped into her suddenly wet pussy. In the mirror she watched her body tremble and twist, seeking out more pleasure. She surrendered herself to it.
Then she saw it slide between her legs. How Charlie had undressed, Nymphadora didn't know, but his naked cock was now sliding between her legs, seeing out the hot wet center of her body. She so wanted it inside her, even though, deep within her, she knew that once he took her virginity, her form would be stuck. But this was her natural form, what she was supposed to be, and Charlie wanted her like this.
Nymphadora let herself go as Charlie's cock found the entrance to her pussy, her first orgasm happening just as his cock head sealed itself against her opening. Deeper he went, thrusting through her cherry, given willingly. The pleasure set her body, locking her natural form as her default, as it was now, forever the way he'd told her to be. His seed shot to her body, in a seemingly endless stream, as the pleasure drove the very sentience temporarily out of her body.
It had been three days before she could even change her hair again.
Albus Dumbledore looked at the devices that monitored Harry Potter and the wards at Privet Drive. A couple days ago they'd been full, ready to protect the family. Now they were completely gone. Another device, a once-clear glass figure of a knight told him why. It was now an alabaster white, with pink and light blue swirls. Harry Potter was no longer a virgin. In fact, if Albus was reading it right, he'd fathered at least one boy and girl.
A third device told him exactly where Harry was. When Harry had made friends with Ron Weasley, Albus was sure that Harry would end up at the Burrow sometime. This he thought was a good thing, for the most part. The influence of the Burrow and its wards would certainly help make sure that the Potter family would grow again someday. Albus just hadn't thought it would be this soon.
Then again, Molly had been caught trying love potions on Arthur Weasley at the end of their fifth year. She'd returned to Hogwarts the next year already pregnant with Bill, and firmly under Arthur's control. You didn't mess with a Weasley's relationships. They would turn the tables on you, and you'd spend the next decade or two pregnant. If you were lucky, they'd marry you. Molly had been lucky.
Albus was not a man who loved women, though in his youth he'd tried to pretend, but he knew how the drive affected his young charges. It was why there were protections around the girls' dorms at Hogwarts. With what the little knight's condition told him, and knowing Molly Weasley, he figured that he was going to have change the wards this year, especially if Arthur Weasley managed to convince his sons to evoke the clause.
Looking at his collection of Potter monitoring devices, and once again wishing he'd deployed the same before Halloween 1981, Albus decided it was time to visit the Burrow to talk with Harry. He couldn't put it off again. Besides, a little forewarning on exactly how far out of hand Weasley fertility had gotten was advisable.
Charlie had spent the morning watching his younger siblings and their mates. In Ginny's case it was more listening. She was a screamer, and Harry had apparently been overdosed with one of his mother's potions. Both of them had asked for something to handle the soreness. Ron and Hermione had actually arrived after breakfast via floo, already joined in the act, though they were going back after lunch. Then there was the trio of Chasers that the twins had taken, which for some reason they were calling their chocolates. Fred and George were making a big effort to keep all three satisfied, and from what Charlie could tell, were doing a great job about it. As for Percy, he hadn't actually encountered him and Penny. Somehow they'd gotten breakfast in bed.
So it was no surprise that Charlie was sporting a very hard cock when he met Nymphadora Tonks at the edge of the Burrow's wards. She wore a red baby doll style dress that was barely long enough to cover her panties, if she'd been wearing panties, which she wasn't. She stepped out of her shoes and pulled the dress over her head as she ran towards Charlie. Their naked bodies met, just as Charlie planned it, in the center of the Weasley Fertility Circle.
The circle was used by those who contacted the Weasleys to have babies. Incredible fertility magic was used to make the most infertile couple conceive. Today it was going to release the lock that he'd unintentionally created on Nymphadora's womb. Her cycle was exceptionally long, and it would be a pure miracle, if she conceived outside of lunar influence.
Charlie took control of the metamorphmagus, his kisses and caresses making her unwilling and unable to resist him. He tugged her hair making it even longer than it had been. His hands shaped her, reminding her body of its shape before her first year as he pressed it against his. His cock slid into her oh-so-tight pussy, as he made her ovulate.
The first time they'd been equals, the same size, learning how to pleasure each other, though he had read the family grimora on the subject. Now he was a stout nineteen-year-old, and she was a petite little girl, dwarfed by his body holding her tightly. As he lowered her onto the ground, she disappeared under him, hidden from the world as he plowed her depths, working towards planting his seed in her womb.
Nymphadora was inside waves of pleasure, as Charlie took her body. He covered her totally, her feet raised against his collar bone, as her body responded to Charlie's wishes. He wasn't demanding a tall voluptuous figure, something she had long hated. No, he wanted her young, small breasts barely making an impression when they pressed against his body. As he thrust deeply into her tight young vagina, she felt herself getting even younger, her feet retreating from his collar bone. And something else was happening to her, as his cock shot its load into her womb.
Nymphadora didn't know what it was. Not at first, as the waves of pleasure rolled over her body. And then she realized it, suddenly. This was just like her first time. It was just like she had been locked for the first time. But that wasn't possible, not unless.
"Charlie!" Nymphadora cried out as an intense peak of pleasure crashed over her body. She knew what was happening now. She wasn't Nymphadora Tonks anymore. She was Nymphadora Weasley, because she had just conceived Charlie's baby, locking her form for the next nine months.
Ron Weasley came out of the flue right behind his Hermione, carrying a bag filled with clothes. They both tumbled a bit on the hearth of the Granger residence, their naked bodies sliding against each other. For once this didn't trigger a session of love making.
They'd spent all morning doing that, as well as the previous night and day. To be perfectly honest, they both were a bit sore. It was definitely affecting Hermione's gait. Ron watched her head up the stairs to her room and the shower, briefly, before following her. They both would need one if they were to implement Hermione's planned book run.
Ron liked Hermione naked, and trying to make her pregnant. He was pretty sure that if he hadn't succeeded in that, yet, he would soon. However, keeping her naked had separated Hermione from her books. She couldn't go out in public in her muggle neighborhood to go to the library naked, and a Hermione who couldn't go to the library was unthinkable.
That is why he'd agreed to the plan. That was why he was now showering in the guest bathroom, and had snuck out two sets of his clothes to Hermione's house. It didn't take him long to shower, at least in comparison to Hermione. Hermione had the hair, though, the wonderful bushy silky hair that Ron couldn't stop running his hands through.
He took the bag of clothes into her room and sat on her bed, waiting for her to get done. He pulled out the two pairs of jeans, and then the shirts. One of them was a Chudley Cannons shirt, and the other was an older scarlet t-shirt that had his house's crest and proclaimed "Keeper." He'd had Charlie make it longer, so it would come down to Hermione's knees. He was hoping that it would be enough coverage so she wouldn't have to put on the jeans.
Charlie carried his sleeping mate back to the Burrow, her body held against him. He was fairly certain that Nymphadora was going to have to resign from the Auror Training program. Her parents would be very happy about that. He wasn't sure they'd be happy about what he'd done to her. She had been just an inch and a half below five feet in her natural form when he'd taken her the first time, with barely B cups. Now, after he had impregnated her, she was just over an inch and a half taller than four feet. Her breasts barely were breasts, though her hard nipples did press against Charlie's chest.
He'd taken her three times, and now it was nearly time for dinner. It had clearly exhausted the little metamorphmagus, and she had totally missed going back to her Auror training. Instead, she had discovered exactly what Charlie had done to her. Her body was physically only nine now, but in her womb two new Weasley boys had been conceived. She couldn't change herself, and wouldn't be able to change her body until a couple weeks after she gave birth. She might be able to change the long black hair that cascaded past her behind now, in a few weeks, if he let her.
The Fertility Circle had given Charlie full control over Nymphadora. She was his naked nymph, now nine, the youngest looking girl at the Burrow in a family that believed in early and often.
Her library card may have read Hermione Granger, but Hermione knew she was a Weasley now. She couldn't be anything else with Ron having put her in the family way, and Mr. Weasley having entered her into the family book, along with Angelina, Katie, Alicia, and Penny. At the moment she was going through the stacks around 612.63, in the Dewey Decimal System. She needed information on what was happening to her.
Ron was trailing behind her, helpfully carrying the books she handed to him. She looked back. The stack was getting rather large, so perhaps finding a table to look at them would be a good idea. So she headed towards her favorite table, hidden back in the 940s, bypassing several other tables.
At one of the tables was a girl she knew, just a couple years younger, and a bookworm like her that lived a few houses down. Ophelia was wearing a T-shirt dress like Hermione, but it was hiked up so her hands could feel her pussy. Hermione could hear her whisper the mantra, the same mantra she'd said all summer, "A witchette obeys the rules. A witchette finds wearing clothes uncomfortable, and will only wear them when her parent orders her, or the rules require them. A witchette does not hide her body. A witchette keeps her body ready for any young wizard who her parents permit. A witchette does not have any control of her womb. A witchette expects to have babies early and often."
Hermione stopped. She knew that only a witch could say it. It was a good thing that both of them were in the back of the library, and were trusted. Her stack of books landed on the table, and Hermione felt her dress raise from behind. Ron was going to take her, in public.
"Ron, not here," Hermione whispered urgently. "We'll get in trouble and be kicked out." She really didn't want him to stop, not with the way her pussy was wet, and with the smell of arousal already in the area from Ophelia.
"Relax, Hermione, I did the charms," Ron replied, putting his worn wand down on the table. They were parents-to-be now, and didn't have the Trace on them anymore.
Ron's cock found her wet pussy from behind as she bent over a chair. Hermione couldn't stop it, when it came to sex, Ron controlled her. He pushed the t-shirt dress up as far as he could, bunching it under her arms, so he could feel her breasts as he made love to her. She was naked between her shoulders and her sandals, providing Ophelia with a view of her subjugation.
The younger girl came as she watched Hermione and Ron, her pussy soaking the chair she was perched on. She barely was able to stay in the chair afterwards.
Hermione was barely able to stand after Ron came inside her for the twelfth time, ever. He'd given her two orgasms, this time, bringing her count of Ron induced ones to twenty-nine. She intended to keep up the count as long as she could. Her t-shirt dress slid back down, with the word "Keeper" stretched a bit by her developing bosom. She figured that Ron's seed would leak out onto it in a bit, but there was no way to stop that. She'd have a wet spot if she sat down, but not as wet as Ophelia had made her chair.
As the dress reached her knees again, an owl landed in front of Ophelia. It looked like her fellow bookworm was going to Hogwarts. Hermione wondered what house Ophelia would be sorted in, as well as how Hogwarts would deal with the traditional witchettes that the mantra had created.
It had taken a day and a half for Harry Potter to finally see the outside of the Burrow in daylight. He thought that Ginny had to be responsible for that, not that he was going to complain. It felt good to fill Ginny's body with his cock and seed. At first it has been something he couldn't stop himself from doing, with a girl he didn't know, but eventually he'd been able to talk with her, to get to know her, between times.
He'd told her what his life had really been like, something he'd never really done before, not even to Ron and Hermione. Laying together after having joined together in the most intimate way, he couldn't lie when she'd asked. Ginny knew everything now, and had informed him that if she had anything to do about it, he was not going back.
Last night, they had sworn the vow, and the ring had appeared on Harry's finger. Ginny called it the Potter Ring. It looked a lot like the one that Mr. Weasley wore. Ginny had her own ring as well, and said that made her a Potter. He liked the idea. He liked the news that Mrs. Weasley had told him even more. Ginny was going to have his babies. He was going to have a family of his own.
Harry put his arm around Ginny, and held her close to his side as they sat by the babbling brook, looking back towards the Burrow. His tale was silent for the moment as they enjoyed the quiet afternoon, their naked bodies resting until they felt the urge to do it again.
Albus Dumbledore arrived at the Burrow, just in time for supper. Looking at the number of visitors, he hoped that Molly would still have a plate for him. In addition to the usual Weasleys several other of his students were there. It looked like the Weasleys had been quite busy this summer. There wasn't a stitch of clothes on any of the children, and Molly just had an apron on. Arthur was the only one fully dressed. There were fifteen at the table, with only Bill missing of the Weasleys. Having joined them were Harry of course, as well as Miss Granger, Miss Spinnett, Miss Bell, Miss Johnson, Miss Clearwater, and what appeared to be a much younger Miss Tonks.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Molly cried out. "What brings you to the Burrow?"
"I found a need to talk to Mr. Potter about his family, but I do not wish to interrupt your supper," Albus said.
"Nonsense, there is plenty, even with this bunch of active children," Molly said. "Take a seat, and I'm sure Harry and Ginny will both have some time to talk after supper."
Albus looked over at Harry and Ginny as Arthur conjured a chair for him, next to Arthur and opposite Molly. Harry was wearing a family ring, one that Albus had last seen on Fleamont Potter. A glance to Ginny revealed that she was wearing the same ring that had once graced Harry's mother's hand. Yes, he would have to talk to them both.
He soon found himself engaged in conversation with the elder Weasleys, finding out that he was the only non-relation at table. Indeed, all the girls at table, Molly included, seemed to have entered the puddling club within the last couple of days. The Weasley family was beginning a massive expansion.
Towards the end of supper, a small golden casket, perhaps eight inches in length appeared in the center of the table with a flash, canted a bit over the bones of the chicken that had served as the main course of the repast. No sooner had it appeared, than it opened, and a golden glow materialized above it.
In the glow, two naked bodies appeared, entwined in lovemaking and in the midst of mutual climaxes. The light disappeared, and Bill Weasley dropped along with the girl, probably a Veela. Due to the way the casket had landed, they were not directly over the table, so they knocked Charlie, Percy, and Penny off the bench as they dropped. Somehow Nymphadora had missed being knocked off.
"Welcome home, Bill," Molly said cheerfully, as if she had been expecting the arrival. "You just missed dinner."