This choice: As she handled him, Harry tried to speak to her with his mind. • Go Back...Chapter #4As she handled him, Harry tried to speak to her. by: Mr. George   "Can you hear me?" he called into the void, focusing only on his voice, and keeping whatever his eyes were now, firmly shut. He didn't want to see Hermione topless. But, it was impossible to mistake the sensations, as she slipped him on.
He felt her warm flesh fill his cups, the teasing fingers as she adjusted him. It felt like a hug he couldn't break, as she fastened the band into place. Harry's 'eyes' flicked open for the briefest moment. He caught sight of himself, as Hermione admired her reflection in the mirror.
Her head tilted this way and that, as if examining him. Harry saw he was a fairly plain white bra, without lacy trim. Oddly, that was a relief for him. But, he had to agree, perhaps he was a little too generous for her.
Feeling the accidental brush of Hermione's wand, a shudder of excitement flushed through Harry.
Busto Engorgio
Harry felt his burden increase, as Hermione's bust swelled to fill the cups. It was erotic, to be so intimate, and supportive.
He spotted the frown on her face, whether unsatisified with her dimension without the spell, or at having messed up his transfiguration, Harry wasn't sure.
He was startled to hear, "I'm plenty big enough without magic." Her lips unmoving in the mirror, Harry felt like he'd been spied on.
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However, further telepathy was cut short, as there was a knock at the door. Harry wanted to hide, certainly not be discovered as a bra. His mind raced, that someone could even knock on the door.
His vision turned paler, and another shudder of joy passed through Harry. It took him a minute to realise that Hermione had slipped her blouse back on.
"Just a minute..." She called out.
It felt like Hermione was expecting a guest. Harry's vision was further worsened as Hermione pulled a loosely woven jumper over the blouse. It was like looking through a thick, wooly fog.
Hermione tugged the jumper, until the wrinkles pulled tight. Checking her reflection, she smiled to see how well it clung to her boosted bust.
"Come on in." To the unknown person.
Harry was mortified to see two figures enter. The one on the left slightly taller than the other. Both topped with copper hair.
"Nice to see you away from your books, and actually practising." Harry recognised it as Ron. So the shorter figure had to be Ginny.
"Have you... finished?" Ron asked, stumbling in the middle. Even through the blouse and jumper Harry was able to tell, that Ron had sneaked a glance at Hermione's bust.
She spotted he was slightly sweating, and Harry felt a pulse of warmth pass through Hermione's body.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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