Hermione’s chest heaved, the uncontrollable sobbing interspersed with her groans, now a constant refrain in the room.

“It’s….it’s….th..the….ge….gemino…cur..curse.” Hermione, ground out.

“25 points to Gryffindor!” The dark lord jeered.

Hermione seemed to internally struggle form a moment, before yelling out a loud feral cry. Harry and Ron had center isle seats when the first batch of cum spurted out of Hermione’s clenched and straining asshole. Hermione struggled to hold it in, if only for her modesty. An odd irrational thought she internalized as she was butt naked and going to die. As the curse progressed, the ever exponential amount of cum began to increase in volume. First it was painful spurts, then a slow running stream oozing from her ass. Before near the end a powerful torrent of cum erupted from her arse.

“Master, why has she not…exploded?”

“Ah, dear wormtail, you see, her body can only hold so much of your, ehm. Her anal ring is essentially broken now, and much like a water balloon that isn’t tied shut, it naturally wants to squeeze the contents out.”

A near constant groan could be heard from Hermione as she lay on her side, her belly somewhat swollen with the forever duplicating cum.

“We can remedy that though wormtail.” And the dark lord conjured an impossibly large but plug, perhaps 10, maybe 12 inches wide. Through her tears and delirious pain, Hermione saw what was going to happen, and a feral fear she did not know she possessed ran through her. With a grin the dark lord vanished the huge pool of cum that had gathered in the room, including some of what’d been inside her.

It was only temporary relief for our female heroine, the constant pain of being forever filled with slimy liquid, quickly and unceremoniously replace with the sharp thrust of the gargantuan butt plug being magically rammed up her broken ass. The problem with magic, is that it doesn’t give a damn how things like, won’t fit, or that hurts, and therefore a blood curdling scream rained from the walls of the room as a plug too large for anything inserted itself up Hermione’s now looser ass.

“As a little bit of extra flair Wormtail, you see how her hips are rolled forward now? In addition to tearing her anal ring to shreds, it’s broken her hips, you tell when you see how her feet are pointed inwards now.”

“Yes master, that is truly cruel.”

Hermione cried through the new pain of having her hips broken, her temporary respite from the torrent of cum neither temporary, nor a respite. It was sooner than she’d hoped when she felt the pressure in her guts grow. Her belly grew painfully, slightly larger than before, a few more sobs racked her body, the effect of her shuddering sobs reverberated in her now broken hips. It was with little fanfare the first vomit of cum was pushed out of her body. She lay face down, her torso slightly raised by her bloated guts, her arms hauling her head and shoulders up off the cold floor to relieve the pressure since she could not stand to lay on her broken hips. The second vomit of cum was more ceremonial, a hiccup, cough, and a wheezy groan before the splash of cum spilled from her unwilling mouth. Hermione’s tears ran freely between the pain, vomiting and coming to terms with her impending death.