Nothing too eventful

High heels clacked and asscheeks clapped as two buxom, bootilicious beauties strutted down to the dungeons from Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Whispers from the assembled students followed them, as soft as the swish-swish-swish of the pair's too-short skirts and the rustle of their blouses as their breasts bounced with every step. Hermione was dripping as she kept her gaze glued to Daphne's swaying, bouncing ass, leaving a faint trail of pussy juice behind her as it fell from her bare lower lips. "Come on," Daphne teased from up ahead, giving Hermione's leash a light tug, "nearly there."

The sight of fat bulges assaulted Hermione from all sides - seemingly every one of her males peers was packing a cock to shame a pornstar, all of them throbbing into hardness and straining the material of their trousers at the sight of two supernaturally-gorgeous bimbo bodies. Hermione wasn't alien to the idea - the number of nights she'd quietly rubbed herself to orgasm thinking about the glimpses she'd caught of Harry and Ron's laps when they were rocking a semi didn't bear thinking about - but somehow this seemed so much stranger, more intense. She belonged to Daphne now, her loyal Pussy-****, and none of the men around her seemed like real people anymore; instead, they were nothing but cocks - gorgeous, giant, virile cocks - in the same way that she was just a bimbo-doll for her Mistress.

Hands reached out from the crowd, male and female alike, to brush against their bodies. A squeeze here, a slap there, and soon Hermione was struggling to resist the urge to rip off her clothes and beg to be used. Only seeing Daphne's poise in the face of the same **** helped her stay composed as the crowd was driven wild with lust by the pair's Feminine Wilez-enhanced pheromones. But Daphne's aura of untouchability seemed to extend to her property too, and soon students were slipping away in twos and threes to slake their lusts on one another out of sight. Through it all, the pair strode along corridors and across moving staircases until the warm light of the castle dimmed and the soft, cool light of the dungeons made their bodies appear almost porcelain-pale as they stood before the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Hermione's heart leapt as, with a whisper of 'pure perfection' from Daphne, the door swung open...

AN: I'm soliciting ideas for this one while I focus on the other storylines I'm running. If I end up using yours, I'll put a preface in the next chapter thanking you.