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Bodacious Bombshells (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2023-07-14 14:10:50 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Bimbofication, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly
Summary: Jealous of all the attention Fleur gets, Hermione develops a spell that turns her into something of a nymphomaniac while giving her the body of a muggle pornstar. It also makes her a little ditzy, though her immense intellect remains intact. At first she's not sure if it's what she wants but when Harry makes it clear how much he enjoys the new her, she decides not to undo the spell. This is fine~
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“Fuck, Hermione…”
Hermione blushes and grins, even as she swings her blouse around on a finger for a few moments, having just taken it off. Dressed in nothing but a bra that barely contains her tits and her red and gold plated skirt, the Sixth Year Gryffindor does a little twirl before tossing the blouse away and striking a pose, hands on her hips as she gives Harry a grin.
“Like what you see, Harry?”
She thrusts out her chest for good measure, making the green-eyed young man slowly nod as he stares at her barely contained breasts with undisguised desire. Giggling a little bit, Hermione curls her hair around a finger… before remembering herself and drawing it away. She needed to try her best to curtail any… ditziness. An unfortunate side effect of the spell she’d used to turn herself into a bodacious bombshell. But… well, sacrifices had to be made.
It'd all started back in their Fourth Year during the Triwizard Tournament. Specifically, it’d started when Fleur Delacour had first shown up at the head of the Beauxbatons Contingent. It was bad enough that not a single girl among the Beauxbatons witches was ugly or fat or had so much as a mole on their faces. Bad enough that they were all proving the commonly understood rule that French women were just naturally sexier and more beautiful than British women.
But Fleur had to take it up a notch by being part veela. And even the ugliest veela was ten times as beautiful as your average human woman. Now, to be fair, Fleur wasn’t a full veela at least. But that hadn’t stopped her from turning the heads of every single person at Hogwarts, both boys and girls. Boys for obvious reasons, and girls because of sheer jealousy.
Hermione should know, she was among them. It was seeing how much attention Fleur got, even from Hermione’s own best friends, that had sent Hermione down this path she was on now. She’d begun her research back in Fourth Year, continued it all the way through her Fifth… and now in her Sixth, she’d finally managed to create the spell.
It wasn’t a simple spell by any means. Nothing so… permanent ever was. Technically it COULD be reversed, Hermione would have been an idiot to make it irreversible, but it could only be reversed by the original caster and through a complex set of movements at that. Until Hermione herself chose to reverse the magic, it was permanent and no one else could take it from her.
She should know, quite a few of the Professors had tried once they saw what she’d done to herself. ALL of them had failed, Hermione was proud to say.
Put simply… the spell gave her the body of a goddess. It turned her into a voluptuous, curvaceous bombshell of a woman, with huge tits, wide hips, an itty bitty waist, and a nice fat ass. It gave her the perfect hourglass figure, plump pillowy lips, and all around made her even sexier and more beautiful than Fleur Delacour herself could hope to be.
Of course… there were a couple downsides. Number one, giving herself such a bodacious body had also turned her into something of a nymphomaniac, leaving Hermione to have to masturbate for at least an hour each night before she could calm herself down enough to be able to go to bed. Number two… it made her a little ditzy at times, especially around any boys she actually liked.
Her immense intellect remained intact… but the way she acted tended to change. Things like twirling some of her hair around her finger or giggling in the face of her crush’s attention.
When she’d first realized these downsides, Hermione had considered them significant enough that she’d been considering scrapping the project and reversing the spell. But then she’d seen Harry’s reaction to her new body… and known immediately that she couldn’t go back to the way she was before. Not when Harry was so… enthusiastic about things.
Sauntering over to the young wizard in question, Hermione plants her hands on her knees and leans forward, giving Harry a sultry wink along with a salacious lick of her lips.
“This bra opens from the front, Harry. Go ahead… take it off me~”
Emerald eyes wide, Harry reaches out and begins fiddling with the clasp as Hermione thrusts her massive chest into his hands. While he works, she reflects on how they got here. Put simply… she was tired of masturbating for an hour each night. And she was also tired of pretending like she didn’t have a massive crush on her best friend in the whole wide world, one Harry James Potter.
So she’d invited him to a ‘private tutoring session’ in the Room of Requirement. And now… well, now here they were. Hermione gasps as Harry’s fingers finally unclasp her bra and cause her huge tits to come bouncing free. Each of her large breasts is already capped by a rock hard nipple, and Hermione moans even as she shrugs off her bra and tosses that aside as well.
Harry doesn’t even have to be told this time. He immediately reaches out and gropes her tits without so much as a ‘by your leave’, prompting Hermione to shiver under his touch.
“L-Like that, Harry? Ooooh, don’t stop now~ Unless… you want to go further, hehe!”
Oops, there’s that ditzy giggle. Still, even as Hermione feels a little chagrined with herself, Harry’s interest is thoroughly piqued, his eyes lighting up.
“Further?”
Rather than answer him with words, Hermione does so through actions. The brunette bombshell happily drops to her knees, spreading his legs apart and reaching for his crotch. She unbuttons and unzips his trousers in mere seconds, her fingers moving FAR more deftly than his did with her bra. In just a handful of moments, Hermione has Harry’s cock out and in her grasp. She gasps at his size… and his hardness, licking her lips at the fact that he’s already fully erect for her. Not to mention he’s huge.
“W-Wow, Harry… I never knew you were hung like a horse~”
Harry blinks, blushing at that and scratching the back of his head as he shrugs sheepishly.
“I guess I didn’t either?”
Seriously? She supposed that meant Harry was very straight, given he’d not only lived in a dormitory with several other guys for all these years, but also been a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team as well throughout that time. Either everyone around him was ALSO hung like a horse or he’d gone out of his way to never even glimpse another wizard’s junk.
Either way… Hermione already knows what she wants to do and while Harry is huge, her own magic has left her with massive titties perfect for this all the same. Slapping his throbbing erection down between her chest, Hermione coos as she wraps her humungous boobs around his cock and begins to slide them up and down his length. Of course, as a consequence of his impressive size, the first couple inches of his dick rapidly begins to push out the top of Hermione’s cleavage, constantly almost knocking her right in the chin.
Finally, Hermione solves the problem by leaning forward and wrapping her pillowy lips around Harry’s cockhead right there on the spot. Sucking the first few inches of his dick and sliding her soft pillowy mammaries up and down the rest, she begins to go to town on her crush, even as Harry throws his head back and groans in appreciation.
“Fuuuuck, Hermione…”
Giggling girlishly at hearing him repeat himself, Hermione swirls her tongue this way and that around his cockhead. Privately, a part of her is just exulting in the fact that she’s finally getting to be with the boy she loves. And yes, she does love Harry Potter. She’s loved him for years, longer than she even really knows herself. For the longest time, she’d thought it was a purely platonic love, that they were akin to brother and sister.
But Hermione knew better now. Even as all of the bullshit in their lives ramped up, even as the Dark Lord Voldemort was out there marshaling his forces right this moment… Hermione realized that she wasn’t going to get an infinite number of chances to be with Harry. That was why she wouldn’t undo the spell. That was why she was going to stay as a bombshell nymphomaniac with an itty bitty waist and big fat tits up in your face!
Moaning as she slobbers and slurps all over Harry’s knob, Hermione completely loses track of anything but the huge cock buried between her breasts. Until finally, Harry lets out a loud groan.
“Hermione! I… I’m getting close!”
Far from taking that as a warning, Hermione sees it as a promise. She sucks harder at his cockhead while sliding her large chest up and down his shaft even faster. Finally, she reaches down under and fondles his balls, stroking them with her fingers until finally, Harry’s churning nut sack unleashes its load. Traveling up his cock and right into her mouth, it hits the back of her throat like a fire hose… but Hermione is ready for it.
Swallowing continuously, the brunette bombshell steadily drinks down every last drop of Harry’s seed, her pussy clenching all the while as she moans. It tastes soooo good. Somehow she’d known it would. Somehow she’d known that any sex acts she engaged in with a guy would be ten times better than her own masturbatory sessions. With Harry… it was a HUNDRED times better.
As soon as she’s done swallowing his first load, Hermione goes right back on the offensive. Her lips suction down even harder on his dick then before and she tongues Harry’s tip as she squishes her tits together, really compressing them on his cock. Before he can even begin going soft, Hermione manages to bring him back to full mast, keeping him rock hard and getting him nice and ready for Round Two.
“Hermione… you’re insatiable~”
Far from being judgmental, Harry’s tone is incredibly aroused as he groans out those words. For her part, Hermione finally pulls back from his cock, hopping to her feet and giving Harry a wicked grin as she abruptly takes off her skirt and then slides her panties down her legs. Spinning around, she makes sure to bend over and give him a show of her sopping wet pussy as she peels her underwear off of her cunt.
“Maybe, Harry… but you’ll take care of me, won’t you. Big strong man with your big, fat dick…”
“… Yeah, Mione. I’ll take care of you…”
At that pet name and promise, Hermione quivers in abject delight. Once she’s completely naked, she hurriedly hops up onto the bed that Harry has been sitting on up until now. On her hands and knees, Hermione wiggles her ass back and forth, making it shake and jiggle until finally Harry stands up and grabs hold of her wide hips, growling as he brings his throbbing mast up to her slit… and just thrusts in.
Hermione squeals as Harry claims her virginity right then and there with a roughness and ferociousness that surprises her. And he doesn’t stop either. He starts in on her immediately, fucking her hard and fast.
“H-Harry! Ooooh MERLIN! You’re so ROUGH!”
“How can I be anything else, Hermione? Fuck… you bring out the worst in me, looking like this…”
Could that be it? Was it possible that a secondary side effect of her spell was an increase in sexual aggression from her partners? She had noticed a LOT more guys giving her looks obviously, but at the end of the day it was Harry who she really cared about. Moaning, Hermione reaches down under herself and frigs her clit as Harry fucks her doggystyle like the bitch in heat she is.
“D-Don’t hold back, Harry. You NEVER have to hold back for me. I want it. I want the worst of you. I want you to fuck me silly! I want you to plow me senseless and use me as your own personal cum dump! Hehe, I LOVE your big fat dick!”
Hermione’s eyes go crossed as she squeals these things at the top of her lungs. Harry, meanwhile, seems to take her words as a challenge. Letting out a hoarse shout, the young wizard picks up the pace until his entire cock is buried in her hungering, clenching twat. As her inner walls tighten around his pistoning prick, Harry begins clapping her fat bodacious booty with his crotch, grunting as he leans over her and runs his hands up her curvy sides.
Eventually, he clasps his fingers over her tits, grabbing them harshly from behind and giving them a good, long squeeze. Hermione just moans as she cums on the spot, the explosion of pleasure from having her oh-so-sensitive breasts played with proving to be too much for her on top of how roughly Harry is plowing her.
Eyes rolling back in her head, the brunette bombshell coos, her pillowy lips forming a wide O as she’s fucked silly. She loves how Harry’s big fat cock feels inside of her. And she loves how much he loves her new body. Transforming herself into this new form was the best decision she ever made. Not only had she finally found the courage and confidence to make a move on her long-time crush, but she was also exactly the sort of gal that Harry seemed to like the best!
He honestly can’t get enough of her body and as they fuck the night away, Hermione can’t get enough of his dick. Masturbating was one thing and pretty fun in its own right, don’t get her wrong… but it was nothing compared to having sex with the boy she loved. The boy who she had ALWAYS loved.
“Hermione, I’m getting close again!”
“I-Inside, Harry! Fill me up as many times as you like!”
Harry takes her up on that offer. He cums inside of her over and over again for the entire night, even as Hermione climaxes so many times it feels like her brains are dribbling out of her ears. She loses all ability to avoid giggling like a ditz and the other silly little things that her magic seems to provoke in her, but that’s okay because Harry doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He doesn’t care that the words ‘Like’ and ‘Totally’ wind up popping up in her loud cries of jubilation and begging for more as the night wears on. All he cares about is fucking her and all Hermione cares about is being fucked.
Truth be told, Harry’s stamina is legendary… and even with her spell, Hermione finds herself exhausted by the time it’s all over. As they lay with one another, cuddled up with Hermione resting on Harry’s chest and his cock still buried in her gushing twat… one of the last thoughts the brunette bombshell has before she passes out is that maybe she could shop this spell around to some of the other girls at Hogwarts… for the sake of getting them with Harry, of course. If anyone deserved a harem, it was her beloved…
Comments
Kael Hyun
If this does become a series might I suggest ravenclaw like Luna, Su Li, Cho, and Padma (along with Parvati.) Hell include Pansy, Daphne, Susan Bones (who even without the spell fandom has said she has huge tits)
Sam
Series please and some Harry kicking some ass as well
axel rose
Hopefully this becomes a series
John McCormick
Agreed 1000%!
Valeyard Anonymous
A harem of ditzy bimbos for Harry to play with? Well sign me and the rest of America up!
