>>10126
Glad you Like it!

>>10131
I do have plans, sorry. Also the catalogue isn't magic. I mean, It has wizarding pictures in it and all, but beyond that it's not magical. It's just normal teenage adventurousness, peer pressure and a normal contract to buy and/or sell property. Technically I suppose the girls could refuse to sell (though they won't). Hermione could report it to the teachers and they might be punished or the teachers might enforce the contract or it could escalate to court (It won't do any of that because girls go in knowing they could be bought, and it's the risk of that that makes it so alluring, but it could).

Anyway. Here's some more!
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Harry watched, rapt as Ginny thrashed in the ever-deepening pool at her already-frying feet, splashing waves of boiling oil against the glass walls of the tank in her body's desperate attempt to get free. Ginny knew he wanted this, she was resigned to it, eager, even to please him; but no one had told her body that.

Ginny squealed in pain has her nerves lit on fire. This was the worst, most painful thing she'd ever experienced, but... Harry was watching her, staring at her while he fucked her doppelganger, enjoying her as she cooked. Somehow that made even this worth it to her. The oil had reached her knees now, and she could feel them frying as she squirmed, helplessly in the tank Hermione had trapped her in. The oil was still falling on her helpless tits, flowing down across her body, down her legs and she could feel her body cooking for Harry, just as it had been bought to do. The barest hint of frying meat was escaping from her collar, and in her pained confusion it took a second for Ginny to realize what that heavenly smell was. It was her, she was meat; she was Harry's dinner...

Hermione's eyes widened as she watched Ginny reach up with her hands to touch the greasy surface of her already golden brown tits. The older girl paused in her lifting of the plate, allowing the waterfall of oil to stop so that Ginny's hands wouldn't fry completely before she could discover what Hermione already expected.

Crispy. Her tits were crispy, Ginny realized as she toughed out the sensation of hissing grease burning her finger as she touched her tits. She could feel her once soft breasts crinkling as she pressed them, like the outside of a chicken that had been fried. Her nipples were stiff and fragile, like they could be torn off by the slightest touch. Her hands jerked away, unwilling to believe the truth, that her breasts had already been completely destroyed, that they were nothing but fried meat now, gorgeous and delicious, but worse than useless to a still-living girl. Of course, now that Ginny's hands were clear, Hermione had plans to fix that problem for her. With a flick of Ginny's double's wrist, the waterfall of oil resumed.

As Hermione's copy of Ginny's cunt enclosed his shaft, Harry watched enthralled. The pool of oil was rising above Ginny's knees now, turning her legs into fried drumsticks. Harry couldn't believe this was happening to him, fucking his friend as a beautiful redhead sacrificed everything for him? It was beyond anything he'd ever imagined, and it was all thanks to Hermione. He increased his tempo in excitement, the sound of his balls smacking against Hermione's sweaty body drowned beneath the hissing bubbling of Ginny frying. Harry marveled as Hermione expertly controlled the oil level with her wand, filling it steadily even as he fucked her transformed cunt for all he was worth. She really was incredible! He could barely think from excitement and she was... He'd have to thank her for this- Harry groaned joyfully as his currently redheaded friend squeezed down on his shaft- later.

Ginny was panicking, the oil's inexorable rise had put it less than a finger's width away from the base of her soft virgin pussy. The most sensitive part of her body and in a few seconds it would be dunked and fryed! Ginny was shivering. He whole body felt like it was on fire already, and she couldn't imagine the pain she'd be feeling when the oil hit her clit, not to mention the rest of her. But... this was what harry wanted. This was why she'd been bought for him; to give him this show, to fry for his pleasure... Despite the pain, Ginny knew what she needed to do.

Hermione gasped, her copy of Ginny's cunt clenching hard on Harry's cock as she watched its original owner reach down, fingers half dunked into the hissing oil to pull open her pussy to welcome the destructive wave. This was better than she could ever have imagined, and Hermione flicked her wand up immediately in response, sending the plate she was controlling rising up and increasing the flow of oil through the tube to the point where within a second or two it had filled Ginny's sex completely. Hermione could see the Agony in the young redhead's eyes, the trembling in her fingers as they struggled to hold her most precious place open even as her fingers fried in place along with it. Ginny's head was thrown back in exquisite agony, tears streaming from her face as she ceased to be a woman, transforming completely into food. Her food. Eagerly, Hermione licked her lips. She could almost taste the redhead already.

Ginny was in ecstasy, The numbing spell that Hermione had placed on her cunt had never been removed, and so instead of the merciless pain that the redhead had been expecting, The oil brought a tingling, like the worst case of pins and needles she'd ever experienced. It hurt, oh Merlin! It hurt so much! But it hurt differently than the rest of her body; more intensely, maybe. And more than that, compared to the rest of her? It felt good. Good enough to push her over the edge into the orgasm that had been building ever since Hermione bought her, the climax she'd fed day after day by playing with herself and never coming to relief. Her whole body quaked, her head rocked back and tears streamed down her face. It was beautiful, it was everything Ginny had ever imagined, and it wouldn't end. It went on and on and on, trapping her in pleasure as she cooked. The oil level rose, taking her hips, her belly, even reaching her breasts. Ginny barely noticed, her body writhing less and less as it slowly cooked solid. She was panting, moaning, unable to seek release from her own prison of pleasure, trapped in her body as the ecstasy drove her mad. She could hear herself cooking, hear the wet smacking of flesh that rang out every time Harry fucked the stolen copy of her cunt, and the tingling was so pervasive that Ginny could easily imagine it was her he was fucking, her he was driving into this oblivious haze of rapture.

Ginny looked almost like Harry felt, her head thrown back, her hair scattered across the surface of her tank, crying out in pleasure. It was incredible! Harry could feel her sex around his cock, the soft curve of her ass against his abs, he could feel her hips and legs beneath his fingers. He squeezed tighter, wanting to destroy her, enjoying as he watched her cum even as Hermione continued to fry her alive. He knew, in some distant corner of his mind that the girl below him wasn't really Ginny, that it was Hermione, stealing her body to give him this experience, but he didn't care. His brain couldn't process it. To him, the girl below him was the same girl frying euphorically in front of his eyes, and the Boy-Who-Lived sped up wanting to fuck her into submission.

Ginny was almost done now, Hermione realized as she raised the oil to engulf the redhead's tits, watching rapt as her nipples sunk beneath the bubbling golden brew. She wasn't reacting anymore, trapped in her own head. Hermione wondered if she had broken her. It wasn't an unpleasant thought. She'd payed for her after all, Ginny was her toy. What did it matter if she broke her own toys? The redheads didn't need a working mind for Hermione to enjoy eating her. Harry had sped up, pounding harder and harder into her stolen copy of Ginny's virgin cunt. It was nice, but it wasn't enough by itself, without the sight of Ginny, writhing and swaying as she fried, Hermione wouldn't be anywhere close to cumming... With it? Well, she could still do with a little push.

Hermione flicked her wand one final time, filling Ginny's side of the tube completely before locking the glass plate in place with a whispered spell and turning her attention to more interesting things. With her wand-hand newly freed, Hermione grabbed one of her own breasts, missing it on the first attempt due to her borrowed body's smaller bust-line, but grabbing a soft handful on the second. The former brunette pinched her nipple, rolling it between her fingers, enjoying the sensation of an entirely new set of tits, a set of tits she'd be eating soon off of their original owner. There was something strangely erotic about that thought, like she had conquered Ginny's body completely, using it as she wished and throwing away her broken mind. Hermione's borrowed cunt clenched at the thought. She was close now, very close. She just needed a little bit more...