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Chapter 12 by VTheImpaler VTheImpaler

What’s next on Luna’s agenda?

Accelerate Hermione’s Pregnancy

Hermione gasps between mouthfuls of cum gushing through her lips, “Lu-gurk-una hic I-I-gurgle-I can’t be p-pregna-urgh! I’ll miss so many classe-“ she’s cut off by another wave of cum as she tries to sit up, and the bend in her body squeezes about a gallon of sperm out both ends of her.

Luna nods, “You’re right. I may not have thought this through. But you know what? I’ve got a possible solution!”

She raises her wand, and Hermione’s eyes widen, she tries to shout through the torrent of spunk to wait, but Luna has already cast the spell.

Hermione hears her proclaim, “Preggo Acceletro!” And her eyes turn towards her deflating belly. Her stomach rumbles violently, and the jizz starts forcing its way out of her even faster. She’s knocked flat on her back as her many fertilized eggs suddenly start dividing inside her at an absurd rate, the growing fetuses displacing the excess gunk from within her until she’s full of premature babies instead. Luna mumbles, “Uh oh.”

Luna had forgotten to take into account that Hermione’s eggs would be **** to her absurd mass of sperm, and that each baby would take up a solid chunk of space in their mother. Since she had turned Hermione into a biological sock puppet, she had exposed the bulk of Hermione’s eggs to her seed, and now they are growing inside Hermione’s stretchy young body unchecked.

It doesn’t take long for the Gryffindor girl to appear 9 months pregnant with triplets, but her body can and will take more. Hermione gurgles as she’s stretched even bigger, her entire body acting as her womb. Soon, her body has bloated beyond physiologically possible. She’d have to break every rib in her body to hold all those kids. A few growing infants even pop into her swollen breasts, their outlines clearly visible against the taut skin. Her belly looks similar, distorted around a dozen new bodies at least. Luna watches her friend expand around her planted offspring in amazement and curiosity, she makes a mental note to try being on the receiving end someday.

Within a few minutes, Hermione’s brood are ready to burst from her body. She opens her mouth to say something, but one takes that moment to slide up her throat, lodging in her mouth and cutting her short.

How goes the birth?

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