RP: Not Your Normal Full Moon
Date: 06 September 1998
Characters: Fleur Weasley, 'Tentacles' Weasley
Location: Shell Cottage
Status: Private
Summary: Her body wasn't only hers anymore.
Completion: Complete
Fleur was almost always extremely aroused around, and most especially on, the night of the full moon. Not tonight. Tonight Fleur Weasley felt like the Hogwarts giant squid had taken up residence and kept swimming around the Black Lake that was her stomach. It had started at lunch when Fleur has sat down to her business meeting and the man had ordered pork. The smell of cooking pork had bothered her ever since the day of the picnic when she had smelled it for so long. Thankfully, her vegetable soup came with good quantity of bread, which helped Fleur make it through the meeting without rushing to the ladies room. This evening, she had started cooking dinner only to have to run to the loo and give up her lunch.
Her body wasn't only hers anymore. It also belonged to a miniature invader that made her tired. Made her breasts feel hard. Made her nipples hurt. Made her stomach feel like the pig crawled in there and died. In other words, Fleur Weasley felt miserable.
She also never felt more alive.
Characters: Fleur Weasley, 'Tentacles' Weasley
Location: Shell Cottage
Status: Private
Summary: Her body wasn't only hers anymore.
Completion: Complete
Fleur was almost always extremely aroused around, and most especially on, the night of the full moon. Not tonight. Tonight Fleur Weasley felt like the Hogwarts giant squid had taken up residence and kept swimming around the Black Lake that was her stomach. It had started at lunch when Fleur has sat down to her business meeting and the man had ordered pork. The smell of cooking pork had bothered her ever since the day of the picnic when she had smelled it for so long. Thankfully, her vegetable soup came with good quantity of bread, which helped Fleur make it through the meeting without rushing to the ladies room. This evening, she had started cooking dinner only to have to run to the loo and give up her lunch.
Her body wasn't only hers anymore. It also belonged to a miniature invader that made her tired. Made her breasts feel hard. Made her nipples hurt. Made her stomach feel like the pig crawled in there and died. In other words, Fleur Weasley felt miserable.
She also never felt more alive.