Deepest Darkest

"I also know you have a deep dark secret you dare not tell anyone Hermoine." Harry inched closer to her and pitched his voice low enough so as to be only heard by her.

Hermione let out a small frightened mewl. She looked at him with her big round eyes.

Harry took her in. The new and imporved Hermoine. Blonde curls atop her head, big pouty red lips, a wonderful new hour glass figure set off by huge breasts, tiny waist and a cracking big bum alongside longer toned legs. The new Hermoine's look practically screamed blonde bimbo.

"I know deep down your big sexual wish is to be a stereotypical blonde bimbo. With the right bloke, you want to give in and act like you look. You don't want to be the smart courageous take no guff girl you are. You want to be the dumb blonde bimbo who needs a man to tell her what to do. A man who wants you for your sexy body and not for you intelligent brain.

"Deep down you want to be a horny over sexed brainless bint who just needs to have a hard cock in her hungry holes. Where the only thing that your big brain can really concentrate on is hard cocks and your needs. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a weeks just thinking about cock. In your mouth, in your fanny, in your arse... a hard throbbing cock thrusting into you until wham- bang, the cock cums spurting great gouts of cum. Cumming on you... cumming in you..."

Harry watched as Hermoine shut her eyes tight, bit her lower lip and wriggled in her seat as her breath came in heaving pants.

"Tell me... tell me whoose cock you dream about when you fantasize." He demanded softly.

"You Harry! You." Hermoine gasped. "Your big prick thrusting into my wet pussy like you own it." Hermione moaned. "Cause you do. It's your pussy. Only you. Only your cock can make me cum." Her cheeks were bright red and her voice was whisper quiet as she confessed.

Harry smirked at that admission. He pondered what to do next.