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Chapter 2 by Stargazer234 Stargazer234

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Hermione Bimbo.

34 year old Hermione clapped her hands with glee as the potion she was boiling glowed a bright Green.

"Ive finally done it!.. now I can make myself even smarter!" She said to herself.

She had been called the Brightest witch of her age, that had never been enough though, so once she'd finished school, she had devoted herself to becoming even smarter, her husband Ron had obviously just not gotten it.

"You spend more time with that stupid book that me!" Hed said today as she'd boasted to him that she'd finally cracked the formula.

And so what if she had?.. she was simply to intelligent to care about how he felt, so what if she hadn't kissed in nearly two years as she'd gotten closer to solving it?.. so what if she hadn't made love to him since...well she couldn't actually remember the last time they had made love, not that ron hadnt tried.

"Though he seemed to have gotten the message when I intentionally made my boobs smaller" she thought to herself with glee, she had made every excuse in the book, and now the boobs being smaller seemed to have finally gotten through to him that this marriage was no longer physical, not that it had ever really been anyway.

"He should just be grateful he's with someone as intelligent as me, well, he'll definitely get the message once I drink this, who knows how much smarter I'll be!" She said, and grabbed herself a goblet, dunked it into the cauldron, and drank a whole cup full of the green liquid.

She gulped it all down and threw the goblet to the floor..

"Alright, now what are we thinking next, oh I know!... how about when im minister for magic i will make it a rule that Ron....that...Ro...BURRRRPPPPPP...plleedllleeer?" She said, stopped dead in her tracks by a loud burp, after which her brain suddenly starting shutting down, her intelligent mind trying to grasp what was going on, though it wouldnt be intelligent for much longer.

"What..whats...happ...harrrrppppp....haduurrrrrrr....B...bleerrrrrrrrpppp?" She said, as the potion started to drain her of the ability to speak.

Inside her mind it felt like her intelligence was being picked apart piece by peice, then drowned in the thick green liquid.

"I..ca...ca...can...st..stoooooopp...t..thisssssss" she managed to say, and got out her wand, which then dropped to the floor.

The potion had also began to give her false memories, she now remembered being a popular stripper, learning the various ways to pleasure and make a man cum in various ways, which is where she had met ron, who had bought her from the stripper company she'd worked for.

"W..wait...thats..thats...N..noo...Noooo...nnnorrrpp?....p..." she said, she had to say something intelligent, something to keep her memory, something important...

"P...pleeerrrrrrppl" was all she could say as the potion did its work.

As part of the final effects of the potion Her small tits bounced out fron her frumpy jumper, suddenly three sizes bigger than before.

"I..during.hurrrr......gdpdp....purrr...duurrr?.." she said to herself, twitching as her open mouth drooled onto the floor.

She dropped to her knees, eyes crossed completely crossed and a dumb Aheago smile now adorning her face as her mind completely rewrote itself.

If she had been truly intelligent, ahe wouldve known that the spell she had been researching ever since hogwarts had actually been a dark wizards spell to get rid of his competitors.

But that was something she neither knew nor cared about anymore.

It was then that Ron entered the house, he was about to seriously confront his wife, that was until he opened the dooor to the living room.

Hermione sat on hee knees, her brown hair had now become bright blonde, her tits strained against her top, and she saw ron, and smiled widely.

"He...helloooo hubby!" She said happily, standing up, and ripping off her top.

"Im so glad your home!"

Ron gave a very, very happy prayer to whoever had written this potion before Hermione lept onto him, kissing him deeply, he knew something had clearly gone wrong, but he would never attempt to fix it, and why would he?... it seemed he was in store for a very, very happy life.

And after four hours making love that night, he was all the more sure it was the right decision not to fix anything...

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