Chapter #6Harry Potter, or something else... by: Mr. George   As Hermione writhed on the floor of Malfoy Manor, screaming, as she etched the word 'Mudblood' into her own arm. Bellatrix was already working on her next torture.
As the Imperius curse faded, Hermione's free hand slapped into place hiding the self-inflicted scar from sight. She couldn't bear to see the harm she'd done to her own flesh. It was humiliating, to be so malleable.
She was defenceless, as Bellatrix's next curse hit her. A variant on Confundus Charm. In moments, Hermione was more bemused by her pain. Lifting her hand away, the pain still burned, as she examined the fresh wound. Tilting her head, like a confused puppy, she couldn't comprehend it.
Turning to Bellatrix, her eyes mutely asked what was going on. The cruel smile she received back, made her smile back uncertainly.
"I can ease your suffering..." Bellatrix offered. "That difficulty in thinking, I can ease your suffering."
Hermione was nodding eagerly, as Bellatrix drew her wand and started to speak the enchantment. Hermione was nodding for her to continue, happy for the break from critical thinking.
Busto Engorgio...
Fondo Engorgio...
The spells fell in rapid succession. Hermione moaning, as she felt herself develop. Her bust surging, her ass racing to keep pace. As she felt her panties skid over the expanding fleshy rear. They descended into the deep crevasse between the sumptuous mounds of ass flesh.
Her bust needed her fingers to unfasten the catch on the bra. As it constricted around her expanding bust. Racing through the alphabet. Hermione passed D-cup, without pausing. Bellatrix's tongue darting out, licking her lips in a vaguely serpentine manner. The fascination clear in the intensity of her gaze.
Spotting the fascination, Hermione pulled her shoulders back to better display her billowing bust. It didn't need the emphasis, as it charged past FF-cup. A brief look of concern on Hermione's face. A worry that the girls were too big, that they'd overflow any mans' hands.
But, adoration grew in her, as she craved the love of the woman giving so freely. She wanted Bellatrix's lust more than anything else.
"More." Her lips silently pleaded.
Bellatrix obliged, the tip of her wand, warming as the spell continued to work its' magic.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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