[ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+. THIS STORY EXISTS IN A WORLD WHERE HOGWARTS IS A COLLEGE, AND ONLY ALLOWS ADULTS.]
Adeline had always known she was a little… strange. Not in the way you might think—she wasn’t goth, or a geek, or particularly angsty. She could just tell something was… different about her.
Like… the time when the lamp in her bedroom exploded mid-orgasm. Or when she accidentally moaned a little too loud, knocking a few books off their shelf. She asked her friends if that ever happened to them, and they just looked at her like she was a weirdo. And she couldn’t be like, “Hey Mom, sometimes when I masturbate, the furniture levitates.” And she was afraid something strange would happen if she was with a boy… or girl.
Then, on her eighteenth birthday, she checked the mail. She got some gift cards from her distant relatives, along with an old, wrinkly scroll… She took it up to her bedroom and opened it.
HOGWARTS COLLEGE OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Dear Miss Adeline,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts College of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a private institution dedicated to the study of advanced magical arts, self-mastery, and the development of one’s innate potential.
Your latent magical affinity, though long unregistered, has now been formally recognized by the Department of Arcane Awakening. It is not uncommon for abilities to surface during times of intense emotional or personal exploration—this is, in fact, considered a promising sign of magical maturity.
You will find that our curriculum is… experiential in nature. We emphasize open-mindedness, personal transformation, and the unshackling of inhibitions that might otherwise restrict magical flow.
Term begins immediately. Please report to Platform 9¾ at King’s Cross Station no later than 11:00 AM. Further instructions will be made available upon arrival.
Robes are optional. Confidence is required.
With warmest regards,
Professor Lysandra, Headmistress Hogwarts College of Witchcraft and Wizardry
A college… for magic… for people like her! Now, she could finally make sense of it all! Find out why she has these… ‘powers’?
She didn’t question it—not really. Some part of her had always been waiting for this. She simply told her parents she’d been accepted into a “private institution abroad,” stuffed her things into a trunk, and caught a train to London.
And now, here she was. King’s Cross Station. Platform 9. 10:58 AM. She doesn’t quite have robes, but put on the cutest outfit she had—short jean shorts and a pink crop top.
Her heart raced as she glanced around, gripping the handle of her luggage. The brick barrier between Platforms 9 and 10 looked so… solid. But the instructions were clear: “Walk directly toward the wall with confidence. Don’t hesitate.”
No one said anything about doing it in front of strangers, she thought nervously, cheeks warm.
She waited until the nearby conductor looked away and then made her move—rushing forward like a girl possessed. The moment her fingertips touched the wall, it shimmered, then swallowed her whole in a soft rush of wind and light.
Then… she stumbled out into something she could barely process. Steam curled around her boots. Owls hooted overhead. An enormous scarlet train chuffed quietly on its tracks. But, that’s not what shook her…
Everywhere… everyone… all completely naked! Breasts, cock, hips, and cruves in every size and color were on proud display. No shame… No hesitation… It was a parade of exposed bodies in every shape and color: long limbs and full hips, hairy chests and smooth skin, pierced nipples and enchanted tattoos that glowed faintly on breasts, bellies, and thighs…
A tall, athletic witch walked past her with a wand holstered to her calf, her breasts bouncing freely with every step as she levitated her luggage. A slender, androgynous warlock stood off to the side smoking a long, curling pipe—his skin adorned with gold-painted runes spiraling down his torso, his cock hanging relaxed between toned legs. A broad-shouldered wizard helped a curvy girl lift her trunk, their bodies brushing like it meant nothing.
Adeline’s breath caught in her throat as she froze. “Oh… my god,” she caught herself whisper.
There was no shame… No awkward glances… No hiding… A young couple kissed gently near the luggage cart—his hand resting lazily on her bare waist, her fingers brushing the soft hair between his legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. A group of older students leaned against the train, laughing as one girl casually drew runes on her friend’s lower back—each symbol glowing briefly on her skin before fading…
The sounds of the station weren’t rushed or anxious. It felt almost… reverent. Like this wasn’t just normal—it was beautiful. Celebratory… And yet Adeline couldn’t stop staring.
That man has a Prince Albert, her brain noted, panicking. That woman just sneezed and her breasts bounced like magic. That guy is absolutely erect and no one even cares— She squeezed her thighs together, pulse racing.
Adeline swallowed hard and looked down at the letter again, questioning if she was even in the right place—if this was even real? Then, she sees the letter looks different… Reading the heading again, it reads: Hogwarts College of Sexcraft and Nudity.
Her mouth fell open, blinking. She shook the letter and read it again. Had she read it wrong this whole time? No… no way.
What… is this place? she thought, chest tight with awe, arousal, and sheer disbelief. And why does it feel like I’ve wanted to be here all my life?
Adeline stood frozen, every nerve in her body humming. She realized how wet she had gotten. Her panties were soaked, and she hadn’t even touched herself!
This world wasn’t just magical… It was completely open. Unashamed. Affectionate in ways that made her ache with confusion—and want. It was the kind of thing she’d dreamed about, touched herself to in secret—but this was real. And she was still wearing a crop top and jean shorts, now wet with anticipation…
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