Hermione/Delirium awakes in her own body.

Hermione/Delirium could feel a stiffness as she began to wake up.

She had been in the midst of using Toxicity's body to fuck Ginny/Syyn in Demonia's body. They had been ass to ass with double dildos in their pussy and ass and had worked up an excellent rhythm.

Now she was in a bed... again. As her eyes began to acclimate to the darkness, she could see the edges of a gasmask, and she could taste the mind-warping smoke that she had been learning to use and enjoy, to further her eldrich tantric magic. Delirium/Hermione began to focus her energ... wow.

That was a magical core, not a tantric energy siphon, but a full-on magical core. Wait, she could feel both a huge magical core and tantric energy siphon, which meant... this meant that she was probably back in her original body, and that Toxicity had probably installed the tattoos for a tantric energy siphon.

Delirium/Hermione could see something moving in the distance which was impossible, unless... the bed had mirrors on the ceiling, and holy fuck what did Toxicity do to her?!?

As Delirium/hermione lay in the giant bed, staring up at the mirrors and her own body, she didn't know what looked crazier, her new hair or her new tits.

Firstly her tits were now massive. They were perfectly spherical G-cup tits. Delirium attempted to use tantric body manipulation, but for some reason that spell wasn't working and her tits remained huge. Delerium then tried to go the other direction, and her tits began to expand... H cup J cup, then again the reversal spell, J cup, H cup, G cup and stop. Oh. OH. that bitch must have installed implants in her tits... because the flesh manipulation spell clearly doesn't manipulate big ass titty implants.

Then there was her hair. It was a crazy bright neon green, with two pigtails coming off the top of her head wrapped in 6 inch leather stalks. If the hair didn't come out the end of the stalks it would have looked like she had alien antennae.

Delirium/Hermione raised her hands to feel her hair. Those handle bars were set in there tight. As she felt downwards, she could feel that the sides of her head were completely shaved and there wasn't even any stubble.

As she moved her hands down she noticed that in addition to the runic pentagram tattooed on her palm, her fingers had tattoos on them. Her right hand read

TOXIC, her left read WHORE, and when she put her fists together they read SLAANESH.

Delerium/Hermione looked at her neon green painted fingernails, then looked at the room clearly designed for her. It was like someone created an orgy room within a library. Oh Toxicity clearly knew her tastes.

As much as she wanted to keep her bong mask on, Delerium/Hermione knew that Toxicity would have given her a complete makeover and she wanted to see if she could recognize her own face.

There was a full body mirror mounted on the wall, Delerium stood up on the shiny thigh-high cybergoth boots covered in buckles and peeled the mask from her head, exhaling a cloud of sanity-breaking smoke, as she approached herself.

In addition to the runic tattoos she could already see, the cybergoth fetishwear, Delerium/Hermione could see the semi clear green composite horseshoe rings hanging from labia grommets. But the real show was her face.

Her face was covered in piercings, but the big surprise was that her eyebrows were gone. Over her left eye was her name Delerium, apparently tattooed to be read in a mirror. Over her right eye was an opposite tattoo of her name Delerium, to be read in the real world.

In addition to all the ear and other piercings, Delerium's labret piercings drew the eye. A long spike jutting from below the center of her lower lip with three smaller spikes on either side.

Hermione then laughed like she was auditioning to be harley quinn. She loved it. This kind of look was so completely naughty! As she thought about how only bad girls dressed like this, she literally had an orgasm while standing there.

On the left side of her scalp was a green biohazard tattoo. She turned her head the other way, and could see a green anarchy symbol tattooed on her right shaved scalp.

Delerium nearly fell to her knees, the orgasm from seeing that permanently tattooed on her scalp. Anarchy. For most of her life, she obeyed the rules, but in the end she always had to break the rules.

And now... fuck the rules. "Fuck the rules." She whispered. Just the fact that she said that finally did bring her down to her knees, as she jammed her hand between her legs and began to roughly finger her self as she chanted her new mantra. "Fuck the rules... Fuck the rules...FUCK the rules... FUCK THE RULES!" As she came, she realized that the very spot she knelt was a runic circle.

Delerium realized that Toxicity had planned this all out, and that she knew what to say. "Slaanesh, i swear my life, my magic, and my soul to you!"

Delerium then came as if struck by lightning her body writhing on the floor as though having a seizure. By the time it was finally over Delerium could feel that Slaanesh had blessed her, and now she felt ready to experience her new life. Hermione was her past, and Delerium was the future.