This choice: Harry grabbed some clothes and fled the dorm, and the common room. • Go Back...Chapter #34Harry grabbed some clothes and fled the dorm. by: Mr. George   Squeezing herself into a blouse, Harry could only fasten the top two buttons before the swell of her bust made the rest impossible. She didn't notice when Daphne left the dorm room. Thankfully, she was able to slip on a skirt without any bother. She had to pull on a jumper to have any attempt at modesty, any attempt at looking like she was in uniform.
The jumper stretched and stretched as she pulled it over her immense titties. The fabric thinning as it did, her blouse was visible through the material, even the gap showing her expanded bra beneath. But she knew she couldn't remain in the dorm room, or the Slytherin common room. The polyjuice ensured that, she couldn't just cower like she wanted, she had to pass through the school her humiliation visible to all.
Despite tugging at the hem of the school jumper, her midriff was still on display. A clear gap showing her cute belly button piercing. Harry raced down the stairs, well, the first few, until her jiggling bust threatened to throw her tumbling forward the rest of the way.
Moderating her pace, Harry found the rhythm that didn't cause her to speed up, or make her bust any more eye-catching. Entering the common room, Draco was still basking in the glory of his introduction, standing near the fire-place Daphne smiled at her.
Moving across the common room, as quietly and unobtrusively as possible. Her dancing bust caught Draco's attention. But with a crowd around him, he didn't attempt to break free. Assuming instead, that she'd made a mistake, or was trawling for attention.
Glad to be free of the common room, Harry looked around the dungeon, uncertain about where to go. She was sure this curse would vanish when the poly-juice potion ended, at least, she sincerely hoped so. The infirmary was tempting, with Hermione there to share her pain. Though judging from Daphne's taunts, there weren't any cures from that direction. Biting her lower lip, she thought of the stupified Pansy in the toilet stall. A snarl flashed across her face, this... this damned bust was meant to be hers.
It felt like it was time for Karma to play a role, patting her bag, Harry ensured she still had the spare polyjuice potion in her bag. Plucking a hair from her own head, she added it to the bubbling mix as she walked back to the toilets. Surely, if Pansy drank this, she'd end up in a jinxed form of her own body. The one that Harry was currently wearing.
It felt bizarrely like her... no, his... first year. Every eye on her, as she passed. This time though nobody was looking at his face, scanning for the scar. This time, every one was distracted by her chest. It's fluid, constant movement. Either in fascination, or horror and disgust.
Finally, she made it to the privacy of the girls toilets, and with a quick alohamora, she opened the cubicle with the frozen Pansy inside. Stepping inside, she locked the door behind her, and carefully poured the potion into the sleeping girl's mouth. Massaging her throat, Pansy swallowed it without any problems.
Even asleep, her face contorted reflexively at the vile taste. A couple of burps, belches and farts announced it was starting it's work. She watched for a moment, as Pansy's chest started to swell. Just as Harry was about to leave her to finish the transformation, she heard the chatter of two girls entering the toilets.
She managed to keep the cursing to herself. It would be impossible to re-close the cubicle behind her, with others in the toilets. So she had to wait out the visitors, as they chatted and washed. Checking her bare wrist, Harry started to worry how much longer the polyjuice was going to last, both for himself, and the newly administered Pansy. At the back of her mind, she didn't want to think about how long the original stupefy spell was going to last, and if the chattering would wake her.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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