Chapter 1

The New Overlord

We begin our tale looking over large structure. The remains of walls made of stone and the seven guard towers that once surround the whole castle were in disrepair. Beside the main house there were three wooden buildings, left standing, but unused and abandoned. What was once a guardhouse in the main courtyard was left to rot away. A dried up fountain was in the middle of the yard and a bunch of trees had taken root by one of the old towers. There was a stall built into the side of the guardhouse and a large tent to the right side of the stand. A cooking pot rested over a dead cooking fire in front of the tent. There was what appeared to be a training center, to teach soldiers how to use bows, swords and shields on the lower left side of the castle grounds out of the main courtyard wall. Training dummies and wooden weapons stood in the center of a rickety fence, all in need of repair.

To the right was an old stable, empty for years, overlooking an empty fenced-in field surrounded by trees of the forest around the castle. To the side of the stable stood an old well that still held water, but without any cover the water inside was likely filthy and contaminated by years of filth.

To the left of the stables was an open space at the water's edge on one side and the cliffside where the main house sat. The only thing that were there was a metal door on the cliffside and a stone stairway leading up to the main house.

The main house was comprised of two old stone buildings on top of a cliff overlooking the lake. The one on the left was a bar and stage for people to be entertained in and also lead to the kitchen. The other was a two-story building that housed the residents of the castle. Many of the rooms were unused and a fine coat of dust lined most of the furniture. The ground floor housed the meeting hall and two rooms that are also unused. The upper floor contains the sleeping quarters and a statue room that held nothing in it. The library was also located nearby, filled with old books that were surprisingly maintained, considering the condition of everything else. There are two underground levels. The first has the storage room and a small graveyard, and the second was the food storage area and some old jail cells; it also contained a metal door leading up to the lake shore.

But that wasn't important, what was were the four people who found themselves in the abandoned castle, wondering how they got there in the first place. They found themselves in the lobby of the main building. There was a large gaping hole on the left side of the stairs, letting them see the ship behind the castle. There was another hole at the end of the hallway that lead to the bar, but the five large paintings hanging empty on the walls were more interested to the four, considering their age and habits. Likewise, six display stands that stood useless were also curious, as well as the large brass orb sitting on the middle of a small table.

"What happened?" Fleur asked, only to blink at the sound of her voice. "Why am I speaking perfect English?" Despite her additional inquiry her voice did retain her French accent, though to a much lesser degree. Just enough that it kept it's exotic, sexy quality, if one were to ask one of her many admirers.

"I don't know." Hermione answered, but her own attention was quickly diverted by the extra weight on her body. "What happened to our bodies?"

Hermione Granger, nicknamed 'smartest witch of her age', until just recently, had possessed a modest bust, 34C's, a 26 inch waist, and 32 inch hips. Not overly curvy by any stretch of the word, but far from homely or the 'plain Jane' she thought of herself as until a certain green eyed young man had convinced her otherwise with regular compliments bordering on flirting. Now though, her breasts were enormous, measuring at about a 45GG, and her waist and hips were 15 and 37 inches, respectively. As odd as it was, Hermione almost completely ignored her body, focusing on her hair. Her hair was no longer bushy, but was now wavy, appearing even longer than it was before. What used to only go down to between her shoulder blades was just a few inches shy of her waist now.

"I would like to know that as well..." Daphne Greengrass spoke up. Her frame was 35D-25-30 before they appeared in this strange place, but was now it was 42EE-18-36. Her hair was the same sandy blonde as always, but seemed even softer to the touch and looked even more attractive.

Fleur, already possessing the curviest figure among the three, possessed now almost inhuman endowments; 48HH-14-39. Her hair was touched, still the standard Veela silvery-blond. "Here's another question to our growing list, what happened to our clothes?" She wondered.

And she was right, their previous clothes were gone, replaced by tube tops and bikini bottoms. Hermione's top was red with orange flames, Daphne's was green with silver waves, Fleur's was violet with a solid green border on the top and bottom.

"I feel extremely exposed..." Hermione said, her arm coming up to cover her nipples as they, even unaroused, poked through the thin top. The outfit in general left little to the imagination and even without looking she could feel the string that covered her backside, leaving her entire ass exposed.

"Oh I don't mind the view." A voice said playfully behind them, getting the girls attention. "And I don't mind my own change, though I feel a bit like Conan or something."

The three blond girls felt a wild heat form inside them like they were force-fed half a dozen lust potions as they turned and saw Harry standing there. His body had changed as well, his previously scrawny but handsome body shape was still very handsome, but was now sculpted like Adonis, possessing a great deal of muscle. His Hogwarts Robes were replaced with a crimson shirt and black pants, both tight but not restrictive.

Hermione, Daphne, and Fleur licked their lips as they all felt a jolt of lust shoot up their spines, but only Hermione managed to get a hold of herself enough to respond. "You look great!" She said, barely resisting the urge to run her hands over her only male friend's body. Her fellow girls nodded enthusiastically beside her.

"The first question we should get answered is where the bloody hell where we are." Harry decided.

"That would be the biggest concern, I'm sure we can work out these new bodies later." Fleur said, her voice slightly husky.

"The last thing that I remember before we came here was Draco casting some kind of spell at us." Daphne mentioned, immediately killing the building sexual tension around them at the mere mention of the youngest Malfoy.

"I heard him scream Portus. That doesn't make any sense though, because that's the spell used to enchant Portkeys. Then again, this is Draco we're talking about, so he could have screwed up the spell just enough for it not only to work on living tissue, but also send us halfway across the world, or maybe even to a separate dimension entirely! Dimensional travel is actually quite common for magical accidents..." Hermione explained.

"Great." Harry said sarcastically, "So we could be literally anywhere. Or anywhen, now that I think about it." He added.

"You're in the Overlords Tower, and you, Harry, are the new Overlord." A disembodied voice said, "You can choose to conquer and enslave the people of this land or choose to protect them from the evils that threaten their very lives."

"Who said that?" Harry asked, looking around.

"I did." The voice replied as a blue glow appeared behind them. The Wizard and trio of Witches turned and saw a giant blue orb of energy. "I am the embodiment of the Tower's magic and I have the ability to send you four back to your world."

"And the catch?" Daphne demanded, knowing such an offer was too good to be true.

"The only condition is that you bring order to this chaotic world." The orb explained. "All Harry has to do is place his hand upon me and I can officially turn him into the Overlord, granting him access to the abilities needed to complete your quest, should you accept it. You three have already been touched by Harry's will, and will become his mistresses; his advisers and generals to lead his forces."

"Touched by his will?" Fleur asked

The Orb dipped up and down, like it was nodding. "Yes, when you were thrown from your home dimension my power 'caught' you. The nature of my power, even without Harry taking up the Overlord position officially, caused all of you to be changed to better suit your roles. Harry was given a greater physical strength, to both be more visually intimidating and attractive, as well as lift the armor and large weapons that he will be using. When Harry was given this modification, my power recognized him as the most likely candidate to be the Overlord and classed you as his Mistresses, so all of you have been changed to better fit his tastes. I'm shocked none of you were altered very heavily, he must have already found you very attractive as you were." Even without a mouth the voice gave away that if it could, it would have been grinning.

The girls looked at Harry, who looked right back at them boldly, whether he didn't see the point in denying it or because the Tower's energy made him bolder nobody could say, but he bluntly answered, "I'm not apologizing, I can see the looks we're all giving eachother, so I can confidently say I'm not the only one who's liking this."

The girls blushed at being caught ogling, not that they were even trying to very sneaky about it, and accepted his point. They did wish to find some more clothes though, tube tops weren't at all supportive and only Fleur was used to thong underwear enough to not be uncomfortable wearing it.

With that settled, they moved onto the next matter; becoming his Mistresses. "I... I'll need to think about it. I'm only 14, I'm not sure if I'm ready for that kind of position."

"17," Fleur introduced, stating it more for the record so the others knew. "And I would need to get to know Harry more." They had actually talked fairly often since Halloween after an unfortunate decision on Fleur's part lead her to accuse Harry of cheating to his face. The last Potter had replied by telling her to shut up in far ruder words, which lead to shouting. Both of them being passionate people, and each finding the other highly attractive lead to both of them switching from yelling to snogging before either of them could comprehend what was going on. After that they calmed down and began talking far more civilly, though affection was kept purely to 'new friend' levels, and had only progressed to close friends since.

"14 as well," Daphne spoke up. "And I agree."

"I won't be accepting the Overlordship if it means forcing them into something they don't think they're ready for, or are willing to become at all." Harry said firmly to keep them calm and happy. He was met with grateful smiles, so he turned his attention towards the Orb. "Would it?

The Orb was silent, as if unwilling to give out such information, but it eventually caved. "...Yes, it is possible to only give you the position of Overlord, but keep them in the sort of 'Almost-Mistress' that they've found themselves in."

"And if we agree to do this, will you send us home?" "Harry pressed.

"I promise." The Orb repeated. "I am bound by my word. When you are ready, just place your hand on me."

The four Magicals debated amongst themselves for a few minutes before Harry broke from the would-be huddle and declared, "We agree to your terms." placing his hand on the ball of energy, surprised that it was solid before it sunk into his hand, causing his entire body to flash.

"Are you okay Harry?" The three witches asked in unison, concerned that more things were happening to change them.

Harry did a quick check of his body, "Everything's okay girls." He declared.

"Of course, Master." A voice said.

The four turned to the voice and saw a beautiful brunette girl with bronzed skin. She was slightly less curvy than Hermione, but that was comparatively speaking, so she still possessed a body most women would kill for, measuring 42DD-20-34 with pointed ears wearing a brown plate mail bikini top and leggings. "The Tower would never knowingly hurt the Overlord. She was simply imprinting your energy onto the Tower and us, so you'll have full command."

"Who are you?" Daphne asked.

"I am Drakol, the Overlord's minion." Drakol explained, "An upgraded minion. The previous editions were ugly and short."

"A minion?" Fleur inquired, "What does that job entail?"

"Anything the master wants." Drakol grinned saucily, licking her lips as her thighs rubbed together, as if to demonstrate her point. Just then two identical girls walked up beside her. One of them spoke up, "Of course, all the Minions that come from the Brown Hive look the same, a situation that our fellow Minion types share."

"Hives?" This time it was Hermione to ask for more information.

"Our homes." The second new girl revealed, "The energy that gives us life can be gathered from anything with the spark of Life. The Minions currently alive were mostly created from the Lifeforce of farm and woodland creatures. The Hives can both create new minions with new Lifeforce and house all of us, if we ever need to be moved en masse or simply need to rest. Our main purpose is to be the muscle for our Overlord."

"Do you have an official name for each type of Minion." Fleur asked.

"No." Drakol shook her head, hesitantly admitting, "We used to be called 'Browns', but we all feel that we deserve a new name."

"Well your purpose is close combat, so how does the name Brawlers sound?" Fleur suggested.

The three newly dubbed Brawlers smiled widely, "That is a wonderful name, Mistress."

Startled, Fleur objected, a little too fast for her answer to be entirely honest, "I haven't agreed to anything."

The three Brawlers continued smiling, their expression turning more lewd as they all said as one, "For now..."

"Regardless," Drakol continued, "This Tower and we Minions have recognized you three as Master's Mistresses, so we answer to you three as well. Any order you give we will carry out to the best of our abilities, as long as it doesn't contradicts Master's orders, obviously."

"How many Brawlers are... active?" Daphne asked, not sure of the terminology.

"Fifty Brawlers currently possess life, but only five of us are awake; the rest are slumbering inside the Brawler Hive. It would be a simple matter to wake them up." Drakol stated.

"Okay," Harry ordered, "Gather the Brawlers, and any other Minions under my command. My... Mistresses and I will begin exploring the Tower. We'll meet up in..." He checked his watch, a present from Hermione before the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament, build and charmed to be near indestructible, which proved it's mettle as it both worked perfectly and was apparently already calibrated to match this new dimensions time. Seeing as it was early in the morning he had a little over four hours until noon, "Four hours."

The girls realized his use of the title was to get used to it, more than anything, so let it slide. Harry and Hermione, and Fleur and Daphne created two groups and began exploring the main castle to cover more ground.

-Two Hours Later-

"YES! Harder, faster!" Hermione screamed with pleasure, completely naked as Harry plowed her from behind. Her breasts were pressed flat against the wall of the bedroom, neither of the teens even able to make it to the bed of the Master Bedroom after they'd talked things out. Harry's hands on her wide hips, steadying him as he thrust with wild, reckless abandon, his large girth splitting Hermione's freshly deflowered hairless pussy; charmed that way, not shaven, leaving it completely smooth.

"I'll be your Mistress, Concubine, whatever you want, just promise to fuck me every day!" Hermione exclaimed passionately, throwing her hips back against his thrusts as best she could. If she'd known sex felt this amazing before she would have thrown aside her hesitation and doubt and embraced her longstanding crush on her first friend a long time ago.

"I promise!" Harry agreed, grunting throatily as the pressure that had been building suddenly snapped. "I'm going to cum!" He warned.

"Cum inside me! I want it all!" The bookworm screamed, wanting nothing more than to take every drop he could possibly pour into her.

They both screamed as their respective release washed over them. Harry's hips slammed forward one final time, every inch of his massive cock sheathing itself inside her tight pussy, his large balls pressing against her clit. Visibly contracting and twitching, the heavy orbs pumped shot after shot into Hermione's womb, quickly filling it with their plentiful load before the excess began running down her long, shapely legs.

After their climaxes had ended their bodies slowly went limp, slow enough they were able to safely slide down the wall. Harry was still sheathed within her, a fact Hermione wanted to stay true forever, or at the very least until she was completely raw inside.

Outside the room, both Fleur and Daphne had their ears pressed against the door listening to Harry and Hermione's activities. Both of them were visibly aroused, and the flimsy thongs they were wearing were long past drenched, but neither commented on it, far too busy trying to imagine themselves in Hermione position to even really acknowledge the other.

-Two Hours Later-

Hermione and Harry left the Master Bedroom with wide grins on their faces, Hermione seemed to glow as she leaned heavily on Harry.

"How was your fun?" A passing Brawler asked as she carried a box of old rubbish to wherever they were dumping the things too old to be refurbished.

"Mind blowing." Hermione replied, her grin never wavering, but a tinge of red making its way onto her cheeks as her eyes grew distant, remembering their recent escapades.

Just then another Brawler came running up to them, "Master, we've discovered another Hive in the lower levels, you can summon new Minions!"

Interested, Harry gestured with his hand to back where she came, "Show us."

Daphne and Fleur met up with the two on their way down, apparently getting their own messenger Minions, and they reached the basement without incident. Harry missed the looks of envy directed Hermione's way, as well as the only half dried thongs and thighs. They found a green beehive like object was being unearthed by the 7 Brawlers just as they reached the area.

Harry whistled, "So this is a Hive."

"Yes Master." The nearest Brawler answered his rhetorical question.

"Any idea what the new minions are capable of?" Hermione asked.

"Before our upgrade they were our spies and assassins." Drakol, seemingly the spokesperson for her race, answered as she walked up to them. "I'm afraid we don't know anything about them or their capabilities in their current state. Before, we Brawlers were quite stupid, and it required a lot of work for us to be anything but mindless cannon fodder. Since we received such a boost, I can only guess that they received something similar."

"Master, we're ready to activate the Green Hive." The head of the excavation team reported.

Harry nodded his consent, and the Brawlers activated the Green Hive. Something inside the Hive glowed, before a single mote of emerald light flew from it. The light hit the ground and immediately transformed into a figure. Like the Brawlers, this woman was incredibly full figured, though possessing a larger bust, measuring at 44EE-18-35. Her skin was a light green, while her hair was a shade darker, reaching her waist. This girl was joined by four others, revealing that they all wore black leather bikini's as their uniform.

"Master," The girl in the center said, like the Brawlers her voice seemed to have a sexy purr in it naturally, "What can we do for you and your Mistresses?"

The human (and one Veela) girl didn't even bat an eye at the title, which allowed Harry to ask his question uninterrupted "What can you girls do?"

"Information gathering, stealth, and assassinations." The girl in the center, apparently Drakol's green counterpart, answered.

"Well... we could call them Ninja?" Hermione suggested.

That got her strange looks from the others, "What, that's the perfect name for them!" She insisted.

"She's right," Harry supported, wrapping an arm around Hermione's waist. "How many of you are there?"

"Twenty nine." The newly dubbed Ninja replied.

"I want you and your sisters to scout the surrounding towns and villages. I want a full report of the are within the next few days. Keep hidden, don't rush, we're in no hurry." Harry ordered.

"Understood, Master!" The lead Ninja replied dutifully before she, she and the ninja beside her turned into flecks of green light and shot back into the Hive. Not even a full second later a little over two dozen motes were ejected from the Hive. They didn't even reform before they disappeared, slipping into the shadows.

"I'm going to explore this place some more," Harry said before going off to explore.

Once he left, both Fleur and Daphne ganged up on Hermione. "Okay, spill it. How big is he?"

Hermione blushed deeply, holding up her hands. The other two girl's eyes widened as her hands were pulled farther and farther apart, showing no signs of stopping.

To Be Continued

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