A proper dress code

"Up, Pussy-****," Daphne's hand left Hermione's head as the brunette shakily stood up, "and stay still." She prowled around her Pussy-****, running her hands all over her body as she groped, stroked and slapped every part of her blown-up bimbo body. "Perfect," the blonde purred as a swat to Hermione's ass and a pinch of her nipple nearly made her collapse, "simply perfect for a Pussy-****, but we can make it so much better."

A wave of Daphne's wands - because Hermione couldn't delude herself that the second one belonged to her, when even she didn't belong to herself - later, and Hermione felt the snug, silky embrace of a set of frilly, lacy lingerie wrapping around her curves. A bra that cupped and lifted her breasts without concealing her nipples at all, a crotchless thong that pushed her pussy lips together to make them seem even plumper and more fuckable, and a pair of stockings and garter belt completed her look - all in a bright, unmistakably Slytherin green, of course. A black, shiny leather collar squeezed her neck, lightly but insistently, reminding her of what she was. Daphne waved her wands again, and Hermione's uniform warped and changed until it look downright parodic. Her blouse was missing the top three buttons, and cut so tightly that even if she managed to do it all the way up it would barely hide her nipples and flash hints of her areolae as a matter of course. Her plaid skirt barely covered the upper two thirds of her ass, threatening to ride up and expose her pussy through her thigh gap if she bent over even a little. Her shoes were now totteringly-tall stiletto heels, made to turn anyone's gait into a perfect catwalk strut. And every last bit was in Slytherin colours.

"Put those on, Pussy-****," Daphne barked, smirking as Hermione scrambled to obey. When the brunette straightened up after slipping on her new shoes, Daphne smiled indulgently at her and gestured for her to turn around. "I love the way you look, Pussy-**** - exactly like the shameless whore you are. A whore for house points, a whore for grades, a whore for attention... and now a whore for me!" She reached under Hermione's skirt and groped both of her asscheeks, making her moan. "We're going for a little walk," Daphne announced, "I want you to come down to the dungeons with me. There's a special surprise I've prepared, just for you." Hermione could only nibble her lip and nod obediently.