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It was the third summer after Voldemort’s defeat and Harry travelled all by himself to Norway. He rented a little house for two weeks for him to relax, for a little time with no one around.
After he locked the red house within the moor, Harry decided to go on a hike. After all, he was on vacation to see the nature. His landlord, an English-Norwegian wizard, told him about the delicious cloud berries that grew in the swamps around the house. He should taste them, his landlord had said. Harry just had nodded and smiled and promised if he found some to collect a few for his landlord.
It was a cloudy day but that did not stop Harry from having a walk. He checked if he had his wand in his pocket and got going. The ground was quite spongy and bouncy as long as he did not step on stones or fallen trees. Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. Finally, some rest without someone who wanted to kill you every second of your life. But after about two hours of walking around out of nowhere the clouds turned darker and it began to rain heavily. “Shit” he cursed and looked around him. But there was nothing but plain grounds with small trees and bushes. The Thunder began to rumble and every few seconds bolts came down the sky.
The ground became softer by the minute and it was getting harder for Harry to move forward without sinking in. He cursed himself for not knowing the now desperately needed spell to protect himself from the storm. His clothes were soaking wet and glued to his body. Every inch of his body was wet. And cold.
With a squishing sound he pulled his right foot out of the mud and put it forward on a surprisingly solid ground. Harry looked down and with relief he saw that a big stone laid before him. With slippery fingers he pulled himself onto it and remained lying down. His body was exhausted. But he could not stay here, he needed to find something like a cave. Anything to hide from the storm.
There was lightning again and the thunder followed almost immediately afterwards. Harry looked up to the sky and he saw a bolt shooting downwards. He thought it would hit the broken tree next to him. But the blazing light seemed to target only him and hit him in the back. Every fibre of his body seemed to be on fire and his body trembled uncontrollably. His wand, fallen to the ground, exploded and burned down to ashes. But he had no time for panic as another bolt hit him. It was kind of ironic he thought as he passed out: the one man with a lightning scar on his head would meet his end by a lightning bold. And then everything went black.
Harry opened his eyes. Was he dead? No… he could feel the cold stone beneath him. He was alive! Could he move? Cautiously he tried to stand up and slowly but steady his wobbly, probably well-cooked muscles did their work. He looked around. It was the same rock he fainted after the lightning hit him. The lightning! Harry looked down his body. His clothes had burn marks everywhere. “How the hell I survived this?” he muttered and opened his jacket to look if his skin was damaged. But he was in perfect condition.
In a flash immense heat rose up in Harry and he screamed in pain. Little flames reappeared around the holes of his clothes and burned everything away. Within seconds he was totally naked and lost in pain.
You are chosen.
A strange voice swept over Harry. Not exactly a human voice. It sounded older, powerful. Like the wind blowing through the trees. Coming from deep within the very being of nature. “Not again!” Harry screamed as another wave of pain hit his body. His whole body tingled as little bolts ran over his body. Every hair on his body raised up and vibrated with this power.
It is the power of a god.
The energy entered his body and his veins turned to the same electric blue. As the colour reached his cock it sprang to life. Harry moaned as the pain was mixed with pleasure. The feeling was overwhelming. Back in his mind he tried to fight his trembling hands that got closer to his touch craving cock second by second. And in the moment, he contacted his skin something inside him exploded and coated him in an electric field.
He moaned again as his body began to change and his eyes glowed with energy. Harry’s shoulders cracked and grew wider as muscle packed on his quite skinny frame. Thick slabs of muscle grew on his chest and his arms followed suit. His biceps bulged and veins grew visible, perfect to provide these arms with enough blood to move these muscles. Harry’s small hands looked hideously but the followed to grow bigger and stronger as they stroked his cock.
Harry felt the bones in his legs groan as they grew longer, pushing him nearer towards the sky till nearly 6’3’’. His legs pulsed and his muscles rose and stretched his tanning skin. Harry needed to adjust his stand after his feet followed his grown hands to support his new weight. He threw back his head and groaned deeply again. His whole head hurt.
New thoughts appeared in his head. Memories of growing up in the sky as a powerful god. He stroked his cock. An itching crept over his head as his unruly jet-black hair straightened itself and lost its dark coloration. With each stroke it grew longer until he had a mane of dark blonde hair reaching to his shoulder blades. A wave of blonde hair flowed over his body, changing every hair from black to blond, thickening under his arms and between his legs. Harry shuddered. He was close. Carefully he rubbed over the exposed tip of his cock as the pleasure intensified. His abdominal muscles contracted and every single ounce of body fat melted away and abs rose to the surface, coated by a decent coat of golden hair. Harry continued stroking his growing cock and fondled his balls. The pressure in them grew to almost unhuman dimensions. With a final stroke his face grew angular and was coated with a good amount of blonde stubble. His voice broke and changed into a deep baritone as he came. Lightning bolts went down to earth as he coated the rock before him with his seed.
The naked man blinked. Feeling his body. Something was not right, that was not him! Suddenly new clothes appeared on his body, hugging his hulking frame tightly. Thor looked around him. His eyes became a blue colour as he scratched his head. “Got a bit carried away I guess” he murmured as he saw the seed coated rock in front of him. For an unknown reason he felt the desire to flex his huge arms. He grinned. Yes, these were the arms of a god, the mighty god of thunder! He looked around for his hammer and then with a lighting he went back to the Avengers headquarters. His cock was still throbbing. Maybe he could find some release. But first he would have some cloud berries. He licked his lips. Maybe he could get both of them at the same time.