The potion cure is a lie

Unknown to Hermione the potion did not have the desired effect.

In truth, the books true passages were hidden from all those who weren't either the male with the Pheremones of Sirius or his sex slaves. The passage actually read that the Douche of Isis has several effects. The enslavement to the bearer of the Pheremones of Sirius was sped up, and the sex **** gained passive traits that could be passed to their master upon next copulation. These are an aura of normality, i.e. any actions undertaken and their consequences will be seen as normal - others view it as acceptable and joyous, and the master becomes able to enslave males by having them change into females when exposed to the pheremones.

In the potion lab, Hermione worked as fast as she could to mix the Douche of Isis before her transformation was complete. It was hard to work when every few seconds her breasts jumped up to another size, her hips widened and she became more and more a sex **** to Harry Potter. She had to fight an urge to return to the Griffindor common room and fuck Harry again and again.

Finally, just as it seemed she couldn't control herself any longer, the potion was complete. Using a special douche bag, Hermione squirted the Douche of Isis into her vagina where it would neutralize the pheromone in Harry's cum. Hermione breathed a sign of relief. Any longer and she might have completely transformed into a sex ****.

Hermione gasped as her breasts suddenly became even larger. "That's not right", she squealed. "I've taken the Douche. I should be transforming back to normal. I'm still turning into a sex ****. What's going on?"

At that moment Hermione's buttocks swelled up splitting the last remains of her panties. She now had huge breasts and a figure worthy of a goddess. She also felt an overwhelming desire to return to the Griffindor common room and fuck Harry Potter. Hermione began to act on her desire, walking quickly back to Griffindor, heedless of the fact that she was naked and now had the super hot body of a magically transformed sex ****. All she could think about was a need she was feeling between her legs. It was a need that could only compare to a vampire's hunger for blood. An urgent need that must be satisfied.