Harry Potter and the Solar System Sized, Double Thiccy, Dumptruck

Chapter Two

I lug my delectable, juicy, monstrous dumpy down the stairs, and the first thing I spot is this Chad staring at me, hunched over due to his 18 foot heights, but I can still peep a glance at his bursting at the seams Booty. Just the one glance is blinding, and sends me flying backwards at the sheer volume protruding from his backside. "Wots yore nayme luhv?" He says to me, while eyeing my luxurious melons. "V-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-oldemort", I say shyly, while blushing and making an UWU face. "Pretty nayme for a pretty las," he slaps my ass, which jiggles it so hard, that it breaks the sound barrier, and temporarily deafens everyone in a 15 mile radius. "W-w-w-w-w-w-whats y-y-y-y-y-y-your n-n-n-n-n-n-name?" I ask. "It's harry, luhv." He winks, and I immediately pass out from how charming and insanely handsome he is, but thankfully, my ginormous, overly filled caboose broke my fall. "Let's geht ya home luhv," he ties my 900/28 pound body to the back of the One Direction tour bus, and starts driving back to the One Direction mansion, after waiting an hour for him to find a way to fit his juicy badonkadonk onto the tour bus, watching my mom wave goodbye while smoking a cigarette.