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Magical Metamorphosis

Chapter 2

After letting Hermione clean up and borrow one of his old school robes from their first year, he finally agreed to go and see Madam Pomfrey with her.

"I can't believe things like this keep happening to us," Hermione huffed as they walked down the corridor. She kept her arms in front of her chest to help hide her glorious knockers. When her arms didn't cover them, they tended to bounce around spectacularly, something Harry couldn't get enough of. He was proud to say that he had enough tact not to stare overtly but instead took quick peeks before turning his head forward again. Harry had a sneaking suspicion that Hermione knew he was looking, but she ignored it.

"Yeah, I know. Turns out, the magical world is a bit loonier than I first thought," Harry replied, which Hermione readily agreed with.

They entered the hospital wing and, thankfully, found it empty. Hermione knocked on Madam Pomfrey's office door and waited. A moment later, the matron opened the door and didn't seem surprised to see him.

"What's wrong with you now, Mr. Potter?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Harry blushed deeply, embarrassed by their situation.

"Well … We've umm …" Harry mumbled, scratching the back of his head. Hermione huffed again and shot him an annoyed look.

"Can we come in and talk privately?" Hermione asked her. "We've got a … delicate situation that we hope you can help us with," she stated, trying to find the right words.

"Ver well," Madam Pomfrey replied, stepping aside to let them in. Once they had, she closed the door behind them. She then sat at her desk and waited for them to explain. Harry was glad that Hermione took control of the situation and explained it all. Madam Pomfrey was a mixture of amused, concerned, and downright baffled.

"I've never heard of any creature fitting that description, but that doesn't shock me. Many creatures and plants live in isolation or have such small populations that they will probably never be discovered," she told them. "You should have come to me right away," she chastised Harry before turning to Hermione.

"And you, Ms. Granger … While I applaud your dedication to helping a friend in need, it wasn't the brightest idea to help him in that particular way," she said, turning her raised eyebrow in Hermione's direction. Hermione couldn't help but blush deeply. "But what's done is done. No use crying over spilled milk."

"You can't tell Dumbledore!" Harry blurted out. "Or Snape," he quickly added.

"Professor Snape," Hermione corrected him. Harry sighed.

"Now's not the time, Hermione," he said, exasperated, while pinching the area between his eyes.

"Just out of curiosity, why not?" Madam Pomfrey asked him.

"It's so embarrassing!" Harry cried out. "And Snape will use this to make my life miserable." Madam Pomfrey couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yes, I suppose Severus tends to act unprofessional when it concerns you," she said amusedly. Harry wasn't so amused. He was the one who had to take the abuse. "Very well. I'll keep this information to myself unless there's an absolute need to share it," she placated him. "Now, Mr. Potter, if you'll wait outside so I can examine Ms. Granger …"

Harry did as she instructed and waited outside of her office. It was fifteen minutes later when the door opened, and Hermione walked out. "You'll be happy to know that Ms. Granger is perfectly healthy. Now it's your turn," she said.

The next half an hour was the most humiliating of his life. It was bad enough that he was forced to strip down in front of Madam Pomfrey, but it was even worse when she left the room so he could provide a sample of the offending fluid. He was grateful that she didn't make a big deal out of it.

"Your health is in top form. Your vision is perfect, and aside from your sudden growth spurt, I see nothing out of the ordinary," she told him after the examination. "I'll run some tests on your sample and let you know of the results."

As it turned out, they didn't have to wait long. The following morning, the pair was called back to her office, where she filled them in on her discoveries.

"As I said before, you two have nothing to fear from a medical standpoint. You are both healthy, and the changes do not threaten you in any way. However, there obviously were some changes," Madam Pomfrey began.

"I don't know what that creature did to you … " she said, looking at Harry. "... but your reproductive system has taken on some strange properties." Harry and Hermione listened closely. "Aside from your enlarged penis and testicles and the amount of fluid you now produce, your semen now carries an odd magical growth hormone that activates when it comes into contact with the opposite sex. That's why Ms. Granger's body suddenly changed," she explained.

"I can only theorize, but I think the hormone will change the female body into something you find highly attractive, Mr. Potter. The more physically attractive you find that female, the more likely it is that you will breed her. All of this is from a creature's point of view, however. As a human, you can choose not to give in to those baser desires."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and blushed deeply. "So … This is permanent?" Hermione asked, indicating the shape of her new body. Madam Pomfrey nodded.

"I'm afraid so, but the good news is that if you ever came into contact with it again, your body wouldn't grow. The initial change is a one-time thing," she told her, thinking that Harry and Hermione might become a couple at some point in the future. "But look on the bright side. Many women would gladly kill to have your new figure," Madam Pomfrey shrugged. "Why not enjoy it?"

This made Hermione blush even harder. She wasn't opposed to keeping her new figure. In fact, she spent almost an hour of the previous night staring at her nude body in the mirror. Her big breasts and stunning curves made her feel incredibly sexy. It was a feeling that she had never experienced before. The only problem was how she was going to explain the sudden changes. Thankfully, she spent nearly all her time with Harry and Ron and was ignored by most of the castle. The school robes were also loose and shapeless, which most of the school's female population complained about. This would help her hide her new curves. There was also the problem of most of her clothes not fitting anymore.

"What about me?" Harry asked. "Is my condition permanent as well?"

"While I can't be certain, you should assume it is. If there are any changes, contact me immediately," she told him.

"And what about my other problem? You know … When I become too full?" he asked with extreme embarrassment.

"I would suggest you do as Ms. Granger rightly concluded and … ease the pressure if you know what I'm saying," Madam Pomfrey smirked. Harry groaned. "How full are you right now?" she asked professionally.

"Pretty full. It's starting to become uncomfortable," Harry told her, squirming in his chair a little. Madam Pomfrey nodded.

"Then you should take care of the issue daily … Possibly multiple times a day if you can find the time."

"But what about my stuff?" Harry asked. "There's so much of it! It'll get all over the place!" That was a problem he was rightly concerned about. When Hermione had done it for him, his jizz came shooting out like a fireman's hose.

"That's an issue you'll have to figure out on your own, I'm afraid. However, I'm not sure it'll be that big of a problem if you empty yourself regularly. The longer you let it build up, the more will come out when you pop," Madam Pomfrey said, trying hard not to laugh at his expression. Harry sighed and shook his head.

"So this is my life?" he asked in despair. Hermione patted his shoulder.

"Like I told Ms. Granger, this is only as big of an issue as you make it out to be. There are much worse fates you could have been dealt. Accept your changes and make the best of them," Madam Pomfrey bluntly told him.

"How can I make the best of being a serial masturbator?" Harry asked wildly. Hermione couldn't help but giggle madly at his question. "Hermione!" he scolded her.

"Sorry, Harry," she apologized through the giggles.

"You no longer need glasses. You're taller and very well endowed … I think you have a lot to be grateful for. And let's not pretend boys your age aren't already cranking it every day," Madam Pomfrey said, which Harry blushed harder. Harry had to admit that those parts were welcome, and yes, he was already cranking it as Madam Pomfrey had so eloquently stated. He supposed it wasn't the worst outcome imaginable.

"You didn't tell anyone else, right?" Harry asked her, breathing a sigh of relief when she shook her head.

"I don't see any reason to."

Magical Metamorphosis

"I'm sorry I got you into this mess," Harry told Hermione as they neared the portrait of the Fat Lady. She patted his shoulder and consoled him.

"It's okay, Harry. It's not so bad having this new body. It'll just take some time getting used to," she smiled warmly at him. This made him feel better. They stopped in front of the portrait to finish their private talk.

"Are you sure you're okay with it?" he asked again, wanting to make sure. "I mean … I think you look great, but …"

"I'm sure," she cut him off. "I actually like this body. Luckily, summer is almost here, so I can use the excuse of a growth spurt to explain it away. I'm not sure anyone would believe that your magical semen was the reason for my sudden physical development," Hermione blushed. Harry blushed as well before Hermione hugged him, and they both entered the Common Room together. When the portrait swung shut, the Fat Lady looked toward the side of the frame.

"Did you hear that, Violet?" the Fat Lady asked, and her friend joined her in her portrait.

"I certainly did," Violet stated, carrying a jug of wine she had pinched from the portrait of the Drunk Monks. "Such scandalous behavior!" she sniffed, filling the Fat Lady's cup.

"Indeed it is. The way young women act these days is shocking, to say the least. Even so … It is a juicy piece of gossip," the Fat Lady giggled.

"That it is, my friend," Violet joined her with her own overflowing cup. They both drank greedily from their wine glasses, and Violet burped. "Oh! Pardon me," she squeaked, patting her chest.

"Who knew Harry Potter could enhance a woman's physique with a simple squirt of his man juice?" the Fat Lady said, and they burst into a giggle fit. The Fat Lady and her friend then finished their cups before refilling them.

"I'm not surprised. Trouble follows that boy wherever he goes. I'm just surprised that Hermione Granger got mixed up in his shenanigans. She is such a good girl," Violet shook her head. "I guess even good girls can be vain. Frankly, her body was fine just the way it was."

"Well, I certainly don't need any enhancements," the Fat Lady burped out. "I've got the curves and bust size that has all the Gryffindor boys drooling," she bragged and ran her hands down her plump sides. By then, her face was pink from slight drunkenness.

"Nor do I," Violet turned her nose up at the thought. "However, I can see the appeal for the less endowed girls in the castle. After all, not all of them have my delicious hourglass figure."

'Hourglass? Yeah, right,' the Fat Lady thought privately. 'Her body more closely resembled the wine jug they were drinking from,' she thought, but she was a good enough friend never to mention it to her lumpy companion. It wasn't Violet's fault that she didn't have a rockin' bod like her.

"You know who does need it?" the Fat Lady asked after finishing her mental diatribe. "Those Patil girls. Just last week, poor Parvati was crying her eyes out to Lavender Brown because that nasty Pansy Parkinson mentioned that her body looked like an old racing broom."

"Shameful," Violet burped and drank down another gulp of wine. Her cheeks were also red by that point. "You know … It might be a good idea to mention Potter to her. It would be a shame if that poor girl had to go through life never knowing what it was like to have the eyes of every boy in the room on her busty bosom. The experience is thrilling," Violet said while hefting her heavy chest in her palms.

"Yes, I know. The boys in this school just can't seem to get enough of me," the Fat Lady boasted and shook her chest from side to side. Violet mentally scoffed at her friend.

'Like any boy would look twice at those flabby udders,' she internally snorted. Instead of calling out her friend, she drank deeply from her glass until it was empty. She then refilled their glasses again.

"Yes, well …" was all she could muster while the Fat Lady did some weird, rhythmic chest shaking.

"But I do believe your idea has merit. I'll keep a lookout for any girl not as fortunate as us in the looks department," the Fat Lady said as she stopped shaking her chest. She slammed down her nearly full glass of wine and burped loudly.

"And I'll do the same," Violet agreed. "It will be our way of helping the unfortunate girls in this school."

"Trust me … These homely girls need a lot of help," the Fat Lady added, and both burst into drunken giggles.

Magical Metamorphosis

That night, Hermione found herself unable to sleep. She twisted and turned in her blanket, unable to get comfortable. Part of the reason was her new body. Her big breasts were getting in the way. However, the biggest reason was the fact that her pussy was wetter than it had ever been. Her panties had become completely soaked, and she was forced to take them off to try and sleep without them. This led to the mattress beneath her groin to become soaked as well. It wasn't pleasant trying to sleep on a large wet spot.

She didn't know what was going on with her. Her mind kept replaying the memories of her on her knees, stroking Harry's penis. At first, she thought that maybe the magic that changed her body was causing her to think about Harry's cock, but she quickly dismissed it. She found that she could think about other non-sexual things if she focused. Her new levels of horniness, however, might just have been a result of that magic, Hermione surmised. She had never been so horny in her entire life, so it made sense that she would think about her only sexual experience. Her nightgown wasn't helping either. The thick, heavy fabric clung tightly to her enhanced body and rubbed against her sensitive nipples. Hermione didn't remember her nipples being that sensitive. Again, she chalked it up to Harry's strange, new magic. It had gotten so bad that she even tried to masturbate, something she rarely ever did. Unfortunately, it didn't work. The pleasure was minimal and not nearly enough to bring her to orgasm. All it did was make her more aroused.

Hermione rolled onto her back and sighed frustratingly. The room was dark, and only a sliver of moonlight could be seen through a small gap in the curtains surrounding her four-poster bed. Lavender's heavy breathing could be heard, as could Parvati's very light snoring. While the various bedtime noises didn't normally bother her, she found them very annoying at the moment. Hermione huffed and rolled back onto her side. Closing her eyes, she tried to take her mind off of Harry's penis by thinking about all the stuff she had been studying for the upcoming exams, but every time she tried, images of Harry's long, thick cock filled her head. Bolting into a sitting position, Hermione suddenly thought of something potentially devastating.

'The exams are so close, and there's no way I'll be able to concentrate on my studies!' she panicked. She was going to fail and be left back a year. She might even be kicked out of Hogwarts altogether. In reality, that would likely never happen, but Hermione couldn't help but panic about it. 'Stupid Harry and his magical penis,' she railed in her mind, but during her mental tongue-lashing, she thought of something else.

'I helped Harry earlier … Maybe he can help me,' was her thought. Hermione bit her lip nervously. Was she really going to do this, she asked herself, but the throbbing between her legs quickly gave her the answer. With her heart hammering in her chest, Hermione grabbed her wand from the bedside table and quietly slipped out of bed.

The Common Room was empty, and the fire in the fireplace was so low that there wasn't much light. Hermione climbed the stairs leading to the boys' section of the dorms and easily found Harry's. As she walked, she could feel the warm droplets of arousal slipping down her inner thighs. As quietly as she could, she snuck into the boys' dorm and went straight to Harry's bed. Hermione could hear Ron's thunderous snoring, and she suspected it was Dean who was quietly talking in his sleep. She thanked her lucky stars for not having to share a dorm with either of those two. Reaching Harry's bed, she stuck her head through the curtains and found him sleeping. It was dark, but there was enough moonlight to see his peaceful-looking face. Hermione froze and wondered if she was actually going to go through with it, but just looking at Harry made all those sexual memories come flooding back. Steeling her nerves, Hermione covered his bed with Silencing Charms to keep their noises in and the other boys' noises out. She also added a weak Compulsion to avoid Harry's bed. It should be just strong enough to make everyone in the dorm forget its existence, Hermione wagered.

She then slipped between the curtains and softly crawled onto the bed. From so close, she could hear Harry's steady breathing. Before she could chicken out, she placed her hand on his shoulder and gave him a shake. He didn't wake up, so she shook him harder. "Huh?" Harry asked tiredly.

"Harry?" Hermione quietly called out to him.

"Hermione? Wha…" he began but sat up when he realized something was wrong.

"Is it morning? Am I late for class?" he asked in a panic.

"Shhh!" Hermione shushed him. "It's one a.m. … and it's Sunday," she reminded him.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes. "Hermione! You're going to get caught!"

"I won't if you stay quiet," she informed him. "I put Silencing Charms around the bed and added a Compulsion Charm that I sometimes use when studying to keep people away."

"But why?" he asked in confusion. Hermione blushed deeply and was glad that it was too dark for him to properly see her red cheeks.

"You know how I helped you earlier?" she asked him.

"Yeah?" he replied, still confused.

"I thought that maybe you could help me in the same way," she said, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"The same way?" She could still hear the confusion in his voice, so she explained further.

"I think the change in my body has heightened my arousal. I can't fall asleep, and if I can't sleep properly, then I won't be able to study, and then I'll fail my exams and …" she began to rant, but Harry cut her off.

"It's okay, Hermione. I'll help you if you need it," he told her.

"You will?" she asked, both excited and nervous. She could barely see him nod. "Okay … Thanks," she said meekly.

Magical Metamorphosis

Having a girl sneak into your bed in the middle of the night was every boy's fantasy. Harry just happened to be living it. Of course, he quickly agreed to help Hermione. She was his friend and was in need. There was also the fact that she now had an incredible body, and he was eager to touch it. The only problem was that he had no experience with this kind of thing.

"Uhh … How should we begin?" he asked lamely.

"I don't know. I've never done this before," Hermione replied, sounding equally shy. They remained quiet for a moment before Harry had a suggestion.

"Can I take this off?" he asked, giving her nightgown a small tug. Hermione's face heated up, but she nodded nonetheless.

"Yes, I suppose that's a good place to start," she told him.

Harry's hands shook with nerves as he reached down and lifted the bottom of her knee-length nightgown up her thighs and over her hips. His hands were grazing her soft skin, and he immediately discovered that she wasn't wearing panties when his fingers brushed against her bare hips. His cock was instantly rock-hard. Hermione lifted her arms, and Harry had a bit of trouble getting the gown over her large breasts. Pulling it up a little harder, his efforts were rewarded when her huge tits spilled out of the bottom. Though he couldn't see them very well, he definitely saw how much they bounced and jiggled. Harry had to fight tooth and nail not to reach out and squeeze them. Instead, he pulled the nightgown over her head and dropped it over the side of the bed. As she sat there on her knees, fully naked, he wasn't sure where to start.

"Should I …?" he began but stopped.

"Should you what?" Hermione asked as she became self-conscious and covered her breasts with her arm. Fortunately for Harry, there was simply too much of her to cover fully. Her cleavage was bursting over the top of her forearm, and the bottoms of her breasts were spilling out underneath it.

"Get naked?" he asked, feeling horribly embarrassed.

"You can … If you want, I mean," Hermione quickly added.

Though very nervous, Harry eagerly removed his clothes in record time. He tossed them on top of Hermione's discarded nightgown. He was on his back with his erection sticking high into the air. Hermione's hand immediately grabbed it in a show of courage. Harry gasped when she slowly stroked it. "I'm supposed to be helping you," Harry reminded her as he tried to keep from bucking his hips.

"Sorry … I just really wanted to touch it," Hermione apologized while keeping a grip on it. "How about we help each other at the same time? I think that's fair," she said.

"Okay," Harry gasped again as her hand tickled the underside of his swollen head. "Uh, do you want to lay down with me so I can … you know?"

Hermione didn't answer. She just crawled over to him and curled into his side. Her big tits were resting against his bicep, and it took every ounce of strength not to bust right then and there. Harry turned on his side and faced her. Her hand was slowly working his cock, and he momentarily forgot that he had a job to do. "Harry?" Hermione whined while opening her legs to him.

The smell of her intense arousal filled their small space, and it made his cock throb painfully. Harry reached between her legs and touched a pussy for the first time in his life. The feeling was incredible, Harry thought. Hermione was burning hot down there, and her lips were slick and smooth. He heard and felt her shudder the moment his fingers touched her, but now there was a problem.

"Hermione?" he quietly called out to her.

"Yes, Harry?" she answered with a hitch in her breath. She was moving her hips around and rubbing herself against his fingers. He had never seen this side of her before, and he liked it very much.

He decided to be truthful with her, "I don't really know how to make you feel good. "

"Just keep to the outside for now," Hermione shuddered while her hand began to move faster. "Rub your fingers along my lips," she explained. "A little harder, please," she practically begged. "Yes … Like that!" she gasped and moaned.

Harry's fingers were completely soaked with her juices as they glided across her soft skin. With every touch, her moans got louder. Her body then bucked, and she slid closer to him. Their foreheads were now touching, and he could feel her warm, pleasant breath washing over his face. Harry pressed his fingers against her a little harder, and he accidentally rubbed her clit. Hermione's eyes fluttered, and she worked his cock even harder.

"Hermione …" Harry warned through a ragged breath. However, she didn't listen to him. She was tugging on his cock as though her life depended on it. The pleasure was too much, and he couldn't hold back. Harry groaned as cum began to spurt out of the tip in fat ropes. It splattered all over her lower belly, thighs, and pussy. Harry's body bucked, and his fingers accidentally penetrated her for the first time. He would never forget what it felt like when her silky, wet walls clutched his fingers and violently contracted around them. Nor would he forget the sound of Hermione cumming. Her face pressed against his cheek, and he could hear her trying to hold back the squeals and whimpers. Her big breasts were jiggling against his arm, and her thighs were squeezing his hand and trapping it between them. Her body bucked a few more times before she exhaled loudly and brushed the hair from her face.

"Please stop, Harry … That's enough. I'm too sensitive," she begged, and Harry reluctantly pulled his fingers from her.

They rested on their sides, looking at each other while breathing heavily. Both of them wore matching blushes. Harry was overcome with affection for his friend, and he pulled her into a hug. It seemed that was the right choice because Hermione wrapped her arms tightly around him and squeezed. Her nipples were still incredibly hard and felt good against his skin. "Can I just sleep here for tonight?" she suddenly asked, and Harry broke the hug. He kept his hand on her waist, resting on top of her wide hip. "I might get caught trying to sneak back," she told him.

Harry broke away from her and reached for his wand. He cleaned the both of them up with a couple of waves of his wand. "Sure," Harry answered. "You can sleep here whenever you want," he promised. Hermione blushed but looked pleased nevertheless.

"Really?" she asked, and Harry nodded. She smiled cutely and cuddled into his side. Harry reached down and pulled the blanket over their nude bodies. Within minutes, they were both sleeping heavily.