WARNING:

I do not own or profit from Harry Potter or any characters in the franchise or trademark Harry Potter (Potterverse). I may be a sick, perverse individual but I do not promote or practice any fetishes or alternative lifestyles portrayed in this fan fiction, as it is highly impractical and FICTIONAL. If you are squeamish, don't enjoy pregnancy/birth/lactation/robust women/orifice stretching/non-consent/reluctance/mind control/female genitalia and reproductive functions (among other perversions), DO NOT read this as I won't tolerate hate mail or negativity as via this extended warning label you have been properly warned! Continue at your own risk. Also, if you don't enjoy the natural aging process (i.e. Sagging breasts/droopy uterus/organ prolapse) then do not read as I didn't hold any punches. I love to wallow in the uniqueness that is humanity as no two vaginas are the same and life has so much variety that uniformity and the average notion of beauty is boring. Beauty is open to interpretation so don't judge lest ye be judged in turn. Enjoy!

George Weasley was a very satisfied man, despite surviving through the blood wars and loosing very much. For all he had lost, he had gained ten times as much, although it would never replace his loses completely. Sprawled out with his spent member laying limply against his leg, surrounded by his beautiful harem, life was wonderful….

George and his twin Fred were born to Arthur and Molly Weasley, the fourth and fifth children respectively. Being near the tail end of the line, they didn't get much attention. Although growing up with little parental supervision had it's perks, such as allowing the trouble making twins to sneak around and play pranks. Although they were mostly independent, or codependent if you prefer, they very much enjoyed suckling their mothers titanic milky teats in sync. If Molly wanted to get the twins down for a nap or to sit still longer than a minute she had to pop out her ponderous titties and let them nurse, sometimes going the extra mile and massaging their undeveloped cocks while they ate their fill. Little tricks like these helped keep Molly sane as it quickly relaxed her sweet little hellions. They nursed off their mother until they were fourteen, then just drank her milk down after it was expressed. By that time, not only was Molly giving dual hand jobs, her wonderful boys would double fist her loose sagging orifices, or they would both fuck her at once, taking turns drinking down her flooding milk as they filled her. If she wasn't pregnant most of the time anyway, she was sure she would have gotten knocked up with her grandchildren.

The year the boys went to Hogwarts they were so worried they would be separated by houses. Fred and George decided to ensure they would always be special to each other, so took each other's virginities after reading some of their brother Charlie's male on male romance novels (or rather smut manuals). Borrowing some male specific lubricant from the same stash as they got the novel, they proceeded to lay in the 69 position, using fingers and gasping mouths to stretch each other's orifices, beginning small with mutual masturbation and blow jobs, quickly locating the prostate and discovering how it made them come over and over again, then more stimulation got them hard again. By the time they got to the point they were comfortable to begin penetrative sex, they were world class cock suckers and had started training their arses with butt plugs. George was the first to penetrate, lovingly thrusting into his twin with slim freckled legs over his shoulders while he slowly kissed Fred passionately and tenderly caressed his prick. Fred came with a shout, spraying his semen on his twins chest as his deflowered arse contracted around George's pumping member, causing him to thrust as far in as possible and deposit his load deep in his brothers bowels. After recovering, Fred was feasting at George's pretty mouth as he finger banged his arsehole, their twin cocks rubbing together, leaving long trails of pre-come. Fred sat up with his back against the head board as George straddled his lap, Fred's cock pressing upon his virgin opening. Fred was nibbling on his twins neck, suckling hard and biting as he thrust up strongly while pulling the trembling boy down hard, his cock filling the unbearably tight passage in one thrust. George rode Fred's cock, moaning throatily as his brother pinched and twisted his hard nipples and left love bites over every bit of skin he could reach. Eventually George came all over Fred's slim chest and Fred came deep in his twins bowels. They were each others first lover, and stayed lovers until years later when Fred was killed in the war.

After being sorted into Gryffindor, both boys descended onto a seven year long exploration into human sexuality. With their charming personalities and prankster attitudes, the boys were extremely popular with the older girls in all the houses. Eventually the boys joined the Quidditch team, making use of their ever increasing popularity to go through the athletic female Quidditch players, enjoying the communal showers and finding common interest in the sexy captain Oliver Wood, who was also bisexual.

Harry Potter, great chap that he is, gave them the startup money for their business, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. They dropped out of school in their 7th year to work on the business full time, quickly building up clientele and researching and developing new products.

Both twins participated in the Battle of the Seven Harry's, taking polyjuice potion and nearly perishing as they were chased through the skies by Death Eaters. They were the founders of Potter Watch, along with their good friend and often times lover Lee Jordan. After the Battle of Hogwarts, where George had lost an ear and his twin Fred had been killed, the despondent man had gone into a deep depression, drinking and imbibing in recreational drugs to the point he would wake up weeks after a bender with no knowledge of anything he had done while blacked out.

Eventually, the pain lessened and time healed George's wounds. He would never forget his brother and first love, his partner in crime. His Fred. But he couldn't survive with the way he had been grieving. He got clean and sober and joined a support group for other survivors from the War. At one such meeting he became reacquainted with his, and Fred's, school girlfriend Alicia Spinnet.

They started dating again and the sex was phenomenal. However, it felt like something was missing. Eventually they bonded and Alicia immediately became pregnant with twins, the first of many. Although he was ridiculously happy with his gorgeous wife who was swollen with his babies, he couldn't get rid of the feeling he was lacking. After keeping his feelings from his wife, she eventually cornered him and demanded he come clean with her. His wonderful, understanding wife brainstormed a way to meet his needs.

As a large percentage of the Magical population of Britain had been killed off in the War, there was a large shortage of virile males and a surplus of fertile females who had baby fever. At a meeting Alicia had called with the old members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and any eligible, fertile women looking for a breeding partner, she found a slew of volunteers. She would form a harem for George, surrounding him with numerous loving wives and copious children. He would be happy and loved.

When the females pitched the idea to a gobsmacked George, his mind boggled at the love of his wife. They eventually added Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Demelza Robins, Victoria Frobisher, and Morag McDougal to their now pleural marriage. With his renewed sex drive, George quickly impregnated all of his wives, and reimpregnated his lovely Alicia when she gave birth to his wonderful twins. He kept all of his wives happy, sexed, and pregnant.

Fifteen years and twenty children later, George was happy, healthy, and surrounded by his loving wives and numerous children. He had bought a huge property down the road from his parents in Ottery St. Catchpole, building a huge manor house for his ridiculously large family with a professional size Quidditch pitch for his many children. Life was good. His mother never had to lecture him about providing her grandchildren, and he had his beloved Fred II.