Hermione feels weird...

As Harry studied the charms material for whatever game Hermione had in mind, he couldn’t keep his mind from feeling frustrated that the potion seemed to be a dud. Did the potions in the room just expire? Was the entire room just an elaborate hoax to make gullible students feel stupid?

He glanced up from his reading to one of his best friends deeply concentrating on her own studying. While he had purposely avoided thinking about Hermione in that way during the course of their friendship, watching her worry, biting her lower lip and her hand pushing some of her wild and untamed hair out of her way, over her shoulder. He had to admit she had only grown into her looks more and more over the years. She really was quite pretty.

Her most major flaw had been her slightly over large front teeth, but she had taken care of that in 4th year. Now as he watched her opening her mouth to silently work through the enunciation of an incantation, Harry could only think of what it would be like to have her pretty little mouth working its way up and down his cock. Watching as her amber eyes locked with his, and glimpses of the her perfect white teeth as her head bobbed up and down. As much as she tended to lecture, he imagined that she would know how to use her tongue effectively.

Harry felt his cock harden at the mental image, and mentally cursed that the potion seemed to be useless. If this potion had worked he had so many others he had wanted to try out with Hermione as well. Hell, he wasn’t even going to be selfish, he thought he had seen a potion in the room that would make his cum taste like the most decadent chocolate. Hermione would have appreciated that, she avoided sweets because of her upbringing but he knew she relished the taste of chocolate. If the moans she made while eating it were any indication.

Gurgle!

Gurgle!

Hermione’s head snapped up, and saw Harry looking at her. Her cheeks were red and had an embarrassed look on her face.

Gurgle!

Hesitantly Harry asked, “Hermione is that your stomach rumbling?” He had asked the question with the appropriate concern he thought, a lie because inside he was ecstatic thinking maybe the potion was may be working after all!

As Hermione made to answer, it happened again.

Rumble!!! Gurgle!!!

In a flash Hermione jumped out of her seat, the chair being knocked over in the process. There was a slight noise from the impact, and as Hermione bent over clutching at her stomach and closing her eyes Harry quickly whipped out his wand and cast a variety of silencing and privacy charms. Who knew the protection spells they had used the previous year while on the Horcrux Hunt would come in handy like this. He was sure Hermione would be scandalized for his application of magic, but he did not want Madam Pince or any wondering students to intrude on whatever was happening.

‘Ohhhh... uggggh,’ Hermione moaned straightening up a bit and Harry could see Hermione’s bellys moving like waves of water. When he had taken the potion from the room he had not been sure what it would look like when the changes happened, but he did not anticipate such a violent visual transformation.

‘Hermione are you okay? What is happening?’ Harry said standing up urgently and appropriately given the situation. He knew they were stupid questions, obviously she was not okay.

‘Ahhhh!!!’ Hermione screamed as places over of her belly bulged out before retracting back in. It was a continual movement of bulges, and if the scrunched up look on Hermione’s face was anything to go by it was not all that pleasant.

Harry felt guilty that he had caused such discomfort for Hermione, and was wondering if he had made a bad decision and that he should be getting her to Madam Pomfrey?

However he didn’t do that because he was transfixed at watching the sight before him. As the bulges of Hermione’s belly retracted back in, Harry watched as different parts f Hermione’s body started to expand and push out.

He watched as one bulges of her stomach disappeared, only for the modest swell of Hermione’s chest to slowly push outward. Harry watched in fascination as Hermione’s grey sweater that covered her below average bust expanded further and further away from her chest to the point it looked like the material became very strained trying to contain the new tit flesh beneath.

Mercifully Hermione’s painful cries lessened more and more as the expansion of her new assets happened. Her belly was still swirling but it seemed to be more tolerable, but her eyes were still closed at what had to be unpleasant feeling.

Next Harry witnessed the sides of Hermione’s stomach slowly push in on itself, and the bulge of stomach became larger again and more concentrated in the middle. As it did so, the mass of flesh moved down Hermione’s body to push out her hips. He watched as the unforgiving material of Hermione’s jeans strained at what would be his friend’s new proportions.

Briefly Harry thought maybe he should have planned better and waited to do this when Hermione had worn a skirt.

As the jeans tried to push out against the unforgiving material, Hermione bent over to clutch the table. She fell in a way that gave Harry a view of her from the side, and allowed him to witness as the back of Hermione’s jeans slowly pushed out as best they could. Harry had heard of jeans that were described as ‘painted on a woman’s body, and in this case it was becoming close to the truth. The view was not the greatest to judge the size of Hermione’s new arse, but he was sure what she had before at least doubled in size. He hoped that it was still as shapely as before, and not just fat. Now that he thought about it the potion description didn’t say if the changes would look good or natural... maybe he should have put more thought into his plan before just doing it?

Really Harry was perplexed at the how much Hermione’s tits and arse were growing, he didn’t think she had that much of a belly. He was not going to complain at the realization though.

Lastly and almost unspectacularly given that Hermione was bent over clutching the table for support, Harry saw Hermione’s thighs expand a bit and also strain against jeans.

After the expansion of her thighs, Hermione went still and her shoulders sagged in relief of the effort she just went through. She was breathing hard like she had just ran a marathon. He watched silently as she breathed slowly in out to try and gather control, absently noting that Hermione’s stomach was not moving the way it should given her breathing and that it looked oddly shaped now.

‘Hermione?’ Harry asked tentatively from the other side of the table.

‘Ughhh! Morgana what was that?’ Hermione moaned from behind her curtain of chestnut curls that covered her face from him. Slowly she pushed from the table, and Harry noticed how difficult the movement was given how tightly her jeans were now hugging Hermione’s body.

He saw Hermione wince as she tried to move even that little bit in the denim. Harry had no clue if she would even be able to walk or even sit presently.

As she straightened, Harry sucked in a breath at the image before him. Hermione, his bookish and forever loyal friend, had the body of a goddess! Her shape almost looked impossible. Her sweater pushing out dramatically from her chest (although odd looking for some reason), the narrowing of her waist, and once again pushing out at her hips and thighs.

Seeing Harry’s eyes glued to her, Hermione looked down at herself. Her mouth opened in shock before she screamed.