Chapter 2: Hermione's Transformation
I know I said that I was going to be holding off on some of the steamy content until later, but I decided to add a bit to this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it.
Hermione was next; "me too" as she too dropped her glass and hurried into her stall. She stepped through Myrtle, which sent the poor ghost skirting into the pipe. Slamming the door to the stall closed and falling to her knees at her own pure white throne, she hung her head as her transformation began to take place.
The water in the bowl formed a mirror. There was just enough light present in the darkened bathroom to illuminate the horror that was happening to Hermione. Looking down, her skin began to ripple. This was atypical for the transformation associated with polyjuice, it was supposed to look like bubbling and boiling. With each wave she could feel herself become inhuman.
Her jawline became more triangular, her lips folded in on themselves. Gone was her human lips, with the little calluses where her larger than average buck teeth chewed on them when she was concentrating. The top lip became split, going up to her nose, which too became triangular. It recolored to become more brown, with a bridge forming that traveled up between her eyes.
Feeling her tongue, it seemed to become larger in her mouth. Sticking it out, she could see what looked like white spikes through her water mirror. Reaching with her hand, her tongue was rough like sandpaper. Sucking her tongue back into her mouth, she felt it catch on her teeth. Grinning into the water, feline-like teeth, smiled back at her. Her signature buck teeth were still present, though greatly diminished.
Her hair was the next thing she noticed. Looking down at her reflection, her hairline progressed down her forehead, down her face, across her lips, to her jawline, racing down her next and plunging into her shirt. Her hair; no, her fur was the same color as her unruly locks. There were 2 triangular shaped white patches that framed her brown nose and ended at her now split lip.
Further down, she felt her bra get tighter, painfully so, constricting her panicked breaths as she started to lose her cool. Reaching around, the clasp was quick to undo with her hands, the bra now loose under her shirt. She reached back around to feel, gripping her breasts through the fabrics, they seem to have gone up a cup in size. Being only a second year, Hermione was proud that she was already an A cup, but these felt to be a solid B cup, maybe even C cup. Holding them, Hermione had to stifle a moan at the pleasure that followed.
From out in the main part of the bathroom, Hermione heard Ron; "Harry?"
Harry Responded "Ron?"
"Bloody hell"
"We still sound like ourselves. You need to sound more like Crabbe"
"Uh, bloody hell" It was a piss poor impersonation, Hermione thought to herself.
"Excellent"
"But where's Hermione?" The blood rushed from her face as she realized what had happened. She must have grabbed cat hair from Millicent's robe instead of her hair.
Swallowing down her panic, Hermione was able to choke out; "I, I don't think I'm going". Swallowing as she rotated to face the door and sitting on the toilet. "You go on without me"
Harry called out "Hermione, are you OK" with that worried tone. Hermione's thoughts ran away from her current predicament 'he's always so worried about everyone else'. She could feel a blush radiating under her fur covered face.
Working up her voice to sound normal, not to betray her panicked state "Just go, you're wasting time".
Hermione heard Harry call out "come on" trying to sound like Goyle. It was another poor impersonation, but it would have to do. As they dashed out, she was left alone in Myrtle's bathroom, her thoughts the only companion.
Waiting in the stall to let them clear the area, her attention became affixed to her hands. Holding them up to observe what should have been her familiar hands, hands that she had gazed upon while doing homework, taking notes and scrubbing after using the loo or before eating. Foreign entities now dominated the ends of her arms where hands ought to be. They remained humanoid, but had distinct characteristics of cat.
Her palms now had black pads, replacing her soft sand colored skin with raised black welts on every knuckle and a large mass with crease marks on her palms. Fine fur, almost like upholstery fabric where it has that extremely short hair or fur. Flexing her hands brought her nails, now claws into view. They started at the origin of her nail bed, tapering down until ending at a claw point just past the tip of her finger. What used to be clear keratin, now appeared as blackened ivory.
After being sure they weren't to return anytime soon, Hermione reluctantly opened the door and strode out. Her gait took on a graceful quality as she swerved around the broken glasses and up to the sink where Harry's cup lay. Looking into the same mirror that had shown Harry his transformation into Goyle; Hermione now gazed upon her own transformed self.
She had most definitely become a cat. 2 ears stood proud out of her hair, tufts of lighter fur inside the caves of skin that formed them. Her triangular face resembled that of a cat Slitted pupils caused her eyes to become cat-like. "No, no, no" Hermione begged, reaching out to grab the marble sink as the reality of the situation sank into her. Polyjuice was only supposed to be for human to human transformation. Everything in the book strictly warned against animal transformations. What was she going to do?
She felt a slight breeze to her legs, looking back saw a tail raising up the hem of her skirt, flicking around from her agitated state. Noticing under her robes, her shirt was straining against what lay beneath it. Curiosity overcame her as she unfurled the buttons, struggling slightly with her alien hands. Through her open robes and now open shirt, her bra lay loose against her bosom, removing it showed 2 fur covered orbs. They had most definitely grown, gripping them, pleasure returned to her senses. No longer restrained, her moan echoed off the walls of the bathroom.
Running her hand down her stomach, Hermione felt another breast under the one her hand had just left. Rotating back to the mirror, her gaze revealed breasts the size of her previous A cups were under her new larger breasts. Under those was another pair, equal to the 2nd. Observing, Hermione now had 3 pairs of breasts, 6 nipples in total. Running her hand across them caused a tingling pleasure to tickle in her nether region.
As she continued to feel up her new breasts, her eyes fell shut under the onslaught of pleasure. Biting her lip, her feline teeth digging in, almost to the point of drawing blood. A groan escaped her throat as her hands wandered. Eventually one found its way under her skirt. Rubbing over her panties, her mouth agaped, letting moans out that became a chorus echoing off the marble walls.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"EEK!" Hermione screamed, ripping her hand out of her skirt and holding her shirt closed. Peering around, her eyes locked on Myrtle, peeking out from her stall.
"Well don't stop on my account", a devilish smile adorned her face; "I was quite enjoying the show"
"Go away Myrtle" Hermione retorted, terrified that not only had she been caught in the transformation of a cat, but caught in the act of pleasuring herself while transformed.
"Why would I do that? This is my bathroom. You are in my bathroom. Perhaps it is you who should leave"
"I can't go out like this" Hermione said softly, dejected at the horrible situation she found herself in. Her arms let go of her shirt, hanging limply down at her hips. "What am I going to do?"
"You could finish what you started" Myrtle sang as she came out of her stall, floating up to Hermione. A confused expression was adorned on her face as Myrtle came up to her. "Like I said, I was enjoying the show"
"Now's not the time Myrtle"
"Oh, I beg to differ, and I think your body agrees too. A human is not supposed to undergo this transformation, your hormones must be going crazy, add in your teenage hormones, you must be so horny". Myrtle reached out, she couldn't interact with too many things, but stuff like clothing could be persuaded. Pulling the shirt back, she ran her ghostly hand over Hermione's enlarged breast, traveling down her stomach over the new smaller ones.
A shiver of pleasure radiated through Hermione at the cold touch of Myrtle that teased her nipples. Myrle continued to play with them, as she did Hermione's legs began to drift apart, holding onto the sink against the small of her back. Myrtle reached down and lifted the skirt, ghostly hands teased over Hermione's panties where a dark wet spot had formed and outlined the lips of her vagina.
Hermione's moans kicked off once again as Myrtle played. She knew she shouldn't be letting the meddlesome spirit of Myrtle play with her like this, but she was right; she was randy, she was horny, she needed to cum. Unable to contain herself anylonger, Hermione ripped her panties clean off with the aid of her sharp claws. Plunging 2 fingers into her virgin snatch, she yowled as the pleasure overtook her.
Myrtle was caught aback by the suddenness of Hermione, but wasn't going to do anything to stop the show taking place. Floating down under Hermione's raised skirt, Myrtle watched on as fingers plunged in. Coming up so that Hermione's hand was in her head, Myrtle reached out with her tongue and licked across the slit. She couldn't taste much, but was rewarded with a pleasant taste that reminded her of when she would rub one out before sleep when she was a mortal student of these hallowed halls.
With a shriek, Hermione orgasmed harder than she ever had before. Squirting out into the alleyway of the toilet stalls through the head of Myrtle. Her legs failed her as she tumbled to the ground, trembles shaking her body as orgasmic waves washed through her core.
"That was the hottest thing I've seen in 50 years" Myrtle chuckled as she laid out next to Hermione. Myrtle reached her hand out to trace out the nipple of her protruding breast kickstarting the pleasure all over again, Hermione wasn't done yet.
Folding in on herself, Hermione bent herself like a pretzel until she was staring at her dripping snatch. Hands holding onto her ass cheeks and tail aiding to keep her folded in. Unable to help herself, her tongue lolled out to groom the damp fur around her dripping pussy. Myrtle was taken aback as Hermione demonstrated the flexibility of a cat. Liking the taste dancing across her tongue, Hermione plunged said tongue into her honeypot. As she ate herself out, Myrtle had to take back her previous statement, this was the hottest thing she'd ever seen.
Tightening her grip on her ass, she devoured her flower, finding herself to have a pleasant taste of fish. Her new tongue's roughness sending shocks of orgasmic energy every time she brushed against her G-Spot. Her fingers gripping her cheeks slid down into her crack until one finger touched her forbidden ring. As she continued, she wasn't thinking about anything other than pleasure. Pushing past her orifice and into her bowels set off another explosive orgasm. Juices gushed into her own mouth forcing Hermione to come up for air.
Laying panting on the ground, she heard noise coming from the hallway. Harry and Ron were coming back. She clamored back onto standing feet, grabbing her discarded clothing, scampering back into her stall with Myrtle following behind just as they came into the bathroom.
"That was close" Ron panted, coming up to her closed stall door.
"Hermione, Come out we have loads to tell you."
Ashamed at the state I was in, hurrying to button up her shirt, she called back "GO AWAY!"
With a mischievous grin upon Myrtle's face, she floated out to face the pair. Hermione hoped she might do something to convince Harry and Ron to depart, but what little hope was short lived as Myrtle spoke. "Wait til you see" with a jeering tone adjourning the spirits voice "Its awful", floating away chuckling to herself, coming around behind the inquisitive pair.
"Hermione?" Harry quarried, "Are, are you OK?" That worried tone sent calming sensations across Hermione, steeling her nerves to face the pair.
As the door creaked open, Hermione swallowed one last time before speaking, looking down at her distant reflection in the water of the toilet in front of her. "Do you remember me telling you, the Polyjuice Potion was only for human transformations. It was cat hair I plucked off Milicent Bulstrode's robes." Turning to face her only friends at Hogwarts. "Look at my face."
A shocked expression was washed over Harry's face, worry had clearly stricken the young man. Hermione may have only imagined it, but she swore that there was an appreciative look as he raked his eyes across her.
"Look at your tail" Ron laughed out as his eyes glanced over the transformed figure of Hermione. Myrtle laughed behind the 2, but thankfully appeared to not be willing to spill what had occurred in the bathroom while the 2 were off interrogating Draco. Harry sent a quick look at Ron that was meant to scold him, but fell on deafened senses as Ron took in the humorous site.
So Concludes chapter 2. I like seeing so many people already following me and the story, even with only one short chapter posted. I look forward to input from everyone as the story continues. I'm sorry if this one seemed to go a little long, it just seemed to flow so smoothly that I got too lazy to stop.