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Poor Harly had to steal food at night since his aunty Petunia and uncle Vernon treated him very badly, often giving Harly's share to his cousin Dorly Dursley instead. Dorly was the typical spoiled daughter who always get things her way, she had a stomach with incredible capacity, almost like a black hole really.
Dorly was almost the same side-wise and height-wise, like a meat ball, only instead of "yummy" she was "eeewwwy". With triple the size (side-wise) of Harly's and towering Harly a good deal, Dorly liked to push Harly around and generally made Harly's life miserable.
But things were about to change for Harly, I think...
It's the evening on the eve of Harly's 11th birthday, the Dursleys had had a good dinner eating a tonne of pies, they even let Harly had one. After washing up the dishes, Harly was bullied into playing Barbie doll with Dorly, initially Harly refused but Dorly simply sat on him, nearly suffocating him.
"Do you like me, Ken?" Dorly would ask holding her Barbie doll.
"Yea, whatever." Harly had to give a confimative answer with Ken in hand else he would get sat on again.
Dorly would giggle like a silly girl for a while and then she would go,
"Do you like me, Ken?"
"Bloody hell you are 11 Dorly! Can't you just gro..."
*splat*
*sigh* "Okay, Ken likes Barbie veli the much, now get off me!"
Dorly would repeat this again and again until she was sleepy or something else attarcted her attention, like pie. Unfortunately no pie or any food was in sight that evening, so Harly had to suffer for hours hoping Dorly would be sleepy soon.
Then just after the clock ticked midnight, there came a loud knocking on the door which started uncle Vernon from his dozing in front of the television.
"Who is it this late in the day? You better have a good reason (like you have pie to give me) for this!"
*knock knock KNOCK*
Suddenly with a boom the door collasped and crashed to the floor.
Dorly was almost the same side-wise and height-wise, like a meat ball, only instead of "yummy" she was "eeewwwy". With triple the size (side-wise) of Harly's and towering Harly a good deal, Dorly liked to push Harly around and generally made Harly's life miserable.
But things were about to change for Harly, I think...
It's the evening on the eve of Harly's 11th birthday, the Dursleys had had a good dinner eating a tonne of pies, they even let Harly had one. After washing up the dishes, Harly was bullied into playing Barbie doll with Dorly, initially Harly refused but Dorly simply sat on him, nearly suffocating him.
"Do you like me, Ken?" Dorly would ask holding her Barbie doll.
"Yea, whatever." Harly had to give a confimative answer with Ken in hand else he would get sat on again.
Dorly would giggle like a silly girl for a while and then she would go,
"Do you like me, Ken?"
"Bloody hell you are 11 Dorly! Can't you just gro..."
*splat*
*sigh* "Okay, Ken likes Barbie veli the much, now get off me!"
Dorly would repeat this again and again until she was sleepy or something else attarcted her attention, like pie. Unfortunately no pie or any food was in sight that evening, so Harly had to suffer for hours hoping Dorly would be sleepy soon.
Then just after the clock ticked midnight, there came a loud knocking on the door which started uncle Vernon from his dozing in front of the television.
"Who is it this late in the day? You better have a good reason (like you have pie to give me) for this!"
*knock knock KNOCK*
Suddenly with a boom the door collasped and crashed to the floor.
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(to be continued)
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