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Hermione cried out as pleasure lanced through her body like lightning. Every muscle in her body trembled with exhilaration, as she began to orgasm again, and again, her spasming pussy incapacitating her. Through the mist of arousal, she felt her legs give way, and she collapsed - right into Harry's arms.

"Hermione, are you okay?" His concerned voice seemed to echo, as if from the end of a tunnel. But when she finally managed to focus her eyes on him, she was drawn to him like a woman dying of thirst.

Hermione threw herself onto her best friend, kissing him desperately, entwining her legs with his, pressing every inch of her nude body against him. His touch only intensified the brilliant pinpricks of pleasure that covered her skin. She pushed herself onto Harry until he fell backwards onto the bed, taking Hermione with him, landing in a tangled heap of sex and desire. As Hermione frantically snogged him, forcing her tongue into his mouth, an intense tingling began in her lips. She felt them changing - becoming fuller, softer. The tingling spread across her face, though Hermione paid it little heed, **** to fill the terrific ache in her hungry pussy. Never breaking their lip-lock, she reached back and lined Harry's dick up with her entrance, then sank back.

It felt like a bonfire of pure ecstasy had burst to life inside her. Hermione's eyes rolled back as she moaned loudly into Harry's mouth, cumming after just a second of having him inside her. She began rocking back and forth, pivoting on her knees, gripping the wizard's shoulders with all her strength. Another shuddering orgasm overtook her. As her breasts slid over Harry's torso, some part of Hermione's brain dimly noticed them growing heavier on her frame as they tingled throughout. Soon they were no longer skimming Harry's body, but rubbing against it, and then dragged over. Her back strengthened to support the two large globes that now occupied her chest.

Feeling her own body morphing, becoming more sexual with every second - it turned Hermione on even more, if that was possible. Her mind, though consumed with lust from the moment she drank the potion, began to alter at a more fundamental level. Her love of books was slowly eroded away, as was her serious, bossy attitude. In its place grew an all-consuming love of sex - a vapid, ditsy mind, with a tenth the IQ of her former self. Hermione loved every minute of it.

Harry moved his hands down from Hermione's silky-smooth back to grip her waist, allowing him to buck his hips in time with the witch's thrusts. Her pussy was hotter and wetter than any of his previous forays, welcoming his cock with desperation each time he pushed in, and clinging to it reluctantly with every withdrawal. It was hard to focus on any of this, with Hermione's now-huge pillows raking his lower chest, and her delicious mouth forcing itself onto his - but he could just about focus enough to feel Hermione's waist narrowing under his hands. Sliding them down, he felt her hips follow by widening every so slightly - then her butt grew. Merlin, did it grow. In seconds, it was transformed from non-existent to two soft, plump cheeks, which he eagerly sank his fingers into. Her legs, entangled with his, grew softer and more supple.

Finally came the piece de résistance. In one sudden moment, Hermione's pussy clamped onto Harry's cock, tightening so much it felt like it was half the width as before. This last addition to Harry's total sensory overload was far, far too much to bear, and he came with ragged groans. Hermione didn't let a single sound escape his mouth, sealing her lips to his as she clutched his head tightly with his hands - and she, too came. Her moans joined his in their shared airspace, as her entire body shook, collapsing onto Harry's heaving chest. She didn't fall very far, though, her two round cushions propping her up, enabling her to keep kissing Harry, expressing her unconditional and total love and adoration.

After an incalculable amount of time, Hermione had finally recovered. Still drunk on pleasure, she wobbled over to a nearby mirror, and admired herself. She was everything she had ever wanted to be - namely, very very sexy. Her skin was utterly flawless, soft and glowing in the early dawn light. Her once-bushy hair now fell in glossy chestnut waves, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. Her facial features, though still very distinctly Hermione, had been softened and perfected, with a layer of makeup perfectly applied; most noticeable were her new lips, which Hermione instantly knew were perfect for cocksucking. Hermione slid her hands up her body, her mouth opening in a soundless moan as she revelled in her new figure, until finally she reached her breasts.

Merlin, they were big, and so wonderfully perky. She gave them a good cup and squeeze, humming with delight at the glorious sensation. She was the sexiest witch in the school, and she couldn't wait to get fucked again.