Part 3:

Harry Potter was in the showers after a quidditch match, cleaning off. The rest of the team had already gone back to the castle, leaving him alone. He heard a noise from the entrance and turned to see his girlfriend Ginny closing the door behind her. She looked … different.

Her hair was in plaited pigtails and she looked skinnier and shorter than normal. And her tits had almost disappeared! She was dressed as a schoolgirl, in a thigh length tartan skirt, white stockings and tight blouse. The overall effect was of a young, innocent girl just begging to be corrupted.

Harry was no fool. He knew his girlfriend was a whore who acted as the school bike.

He just didn’t care.

Practice makes perfect, after all, which made Ginny one of the best lays in Hogwarts. Once, he had got together with her ex-boyfriends — Michael Corner and Dean Thomas, and gang-fucked her in the prefects bathroom for most of a day. Those two were less happy with her slutty nature and had a lot of aggression to work out on her. The bruises had taken weeks to go down completely.

The other advantage of being in a relationship with the school cumbucket was that he was free to fuck as many girls as he wanted. Being the Chosen One was a fast track into any girl’s panties, and he’d fucked his way through most of the dumb cunts foolish enough to believe that the famous Harry Potter was falling in love with them.

Cho had been a bit of a challenge, but the uptight chink bitch had calmed down after he’d rammed her for a couple of minutes. She’d even looked like she was starting to enjoy it by the time he’d unloaded in her fertile, unprotected womb.

He’d never fucked Hermione though. That prude only had eyes for Ron, even though the fucking idiot was too much of a pussy to make a move on that hot piece of ass. Still, Hermione was Harry’s friend, not some groupie, so he’d never ‘forced the issue,’ so to speak.

What he wouldn’t give to defile the little bookworm.

Ginny stepped forward, swinging her non existent chest back and forth with her hands behind her back. This innocent look was really doing it for Harry, and he felt his cock rising to point at his whore girlfriend.

What she said next made him harder than he had ever been.

“Daddy,” she said, her voice high and breathy. “I met your quidditch friends on my way here and they said they had some new shampoo for me to try and they pushed me on the ground and they took out their thingies and they rubbed until the shampoo came out all over my hair but it’s still in my hair ‘cuz there wasn’t any water to wash it out with … so can I shower with you please daddy pleeeeeease?”

She finally took a breath, looking at Harry with entirely innocent eyes.

Harry was hard as diamonds. Looking more closely, he could see that Ginny’s hair really was a mess: cum was matted throughout, and some was even dripping from one of her pigtails. The whole team must have cum in her hair to get this result, which included Fred and George.

This didn’t surprise Harry. While full-on incestuous sex was one of Ginny’s few boundaries, he knew that she’d sucked off the twins a few times and would have no problem taking their loads on her. They’d probably been the ones to initiate the shampoo-trick.

Ginny was really acting the role well, though: if he didn’t know any better, he’d assume that she genuinely thought it was shampoo in her hair. He decided to
play along, and see how far he could take this.

“Silly girl, of course there was water to wash it out with,” he said, thinking fast. “Didn’t you know that special thingie-shampoo can only be washed out with special thingie-water? You should have asked Uncle Fred and Uncle George to give you some! It’s a good thing I’m here, or you wouldn’t be able to get the shampoo out at all! We’ve got to be quick or it’ll dry in your hair. Kneel down where you are.”

Ginny obeyed, eyes wide and blushing at her own silliness. Her hands were still clasped behind her back. Harry stepped forward out of the shower and pointed his cock at her cum-covered hair.

“Now,” Harry said, “Daddy’s going to give you some of his special water, and you’re going to wash out your hair properly, okay?”

Ginny nodded slowly. “B-but Daddy, won’t that get my clothes all wet?” said, looking into his eyes.

“I told you, we have to be quick or it’ll dry,” said Harry. “If you weren’t so stupid you could have asked your uncles to wash you off and had time to take your clothes off … but it’s too late now, so you’ll have to get wet. Now, get ready!”

He started pissing despite his hard-on, a torrent of urine splashing down on his girlfriend. The first blast hit her in her upturned face, smearing her make-up. She quickly adjusted and washed her hair in the shower of piss. Her clothes rapidly became soaked, both her blouse and stockings turning yellow and transparent. He could clearly see her hard nipples poking through the clingy wet fabric. Ginny seemed to be happy with the state of her hair, having cleared it of most of the cum, so she tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Harry adjusted his aim and soon the filthy redhead had an overflowing mouthful of his warm piss.

Harry finally stopped peeing. There wasn’t a dry spot on his girlfriend. She looked him in the eyes and started gargling his piss before lowering her head and letting the liquid drain out of her mouth and onto her chest. Harry could see yellow droplets hanging from her inch long nipples. The stone floor around her was a puddle of piss and cum.

He considered making her slurp up the mixture … but she took the initiative.

“Thanks, Daddy,” Ginny said as she licked dollops of cum from the bathroom floor, beaming widely as if Harry had given her an ice-cream instead of a golden shower. “I want to make your thingie happy to thank it for all that yummy special water. Can I suck on it, Daddy? Pretty please?”

Harry nodded, and Ginny shuffled forward on her knees and started lapping at his cock. She quickly popped Harry’s shaft into her mouth and started sucking slowly, swirling her tongue around the head rapidly.

Harry groaned.

This felt AMAZING.

He wanted to hurry things up, though, so he grabbed her piss-soaked pigtails and wrapped them around his hands before using them to pull Ginny further down onto his cock. Inch by inch her lips slid down his length as her hair pulled painfully at her scalp. Her nose was just about to reach his pubes when…

Harry woke up. The dorm room was dark. He stared up at the roof of his bed as his senses returned to him. Fuck! That had the makings of a fucking for the ages, and it had all been a fucking dream. That would teach
him for not ass-raping some stupid slut before he went to sleep. He was just making a mental note to piss on Ginny as soon as possible when the messages from
his lower body finally reached his brain.

Someone was sucking him off!

He looked down, but whoever it was had climbed under the covers and he couldn’t tell who it was. He assumed that Ginny had decided on some sneaky fun, as she loved fucking in semi-public where other people might find them.

Of course, blowing Harry while her pussy brother slept in the next bed would be right up her alley.

Harry was close to his climax after the intense dream, and felt a sense of frustration that the fantasy had been taken from him. As normal, he decided to work out this frustration by abusing the nearest woman. He wrapped his legs around Ginny’s head, ramming his cock all the way down her throat. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem to gag or struggle at this treatment. Good as she was, she normally had significant trouble taking his full, impressive length. This time, however, she just started swirling her tongue like mad around his meat.

Frustrated by her lack of struggle, Harry reached under the covers to make things harder for her. He quickly found her face and gave it a light slap before pinching her nose closed, cutting off her air.

That did the trick! The slut started bucking and thrashing, trying desperately to get some oxygen. Harry felt his balls boiling, his climax rushing to completion. Ginny’s struggles started to fade as she began to pass out, and that’s when Harry came: shooting his load straight down her throat and into her stomach. The whore was swallowing desperately, cum hungry even as she lost consciousness.

Harry’s orgasm finished, and he released his vice grip on the redheaded whore. His softening cock slipped out of her mouth and she started taking in loud, ragged breaths. His gentler side won out, and he lifted the covers and rolled his girlfriend onto her back to allow her more air. Only now he could see that it wasn’t his slut girlfriend at all. He had just mouthraped and choked out his best friend Hermione Granger! He sat
there, stunned, eyes drinking in the unconscious form of the previously prudish bookworm.

A lot had changed since he had last seen her.

Hermione's face was covered in ruined make-up. Her dark red lipstick was smeared, and black stains ran down her face where her panicked tears had tracked her overdone mascara. Her hair was long and in a complete mess from her thrashing. She was wearing a leather collar with the word 'BITCH' displayed in silver. Her tits were larger, and covered only by a black mesh tube top; her long thick nipples poked out through the large holes in the mesh. He could see what looked like a tattoo on her chest above her enhanced boobs. It read, in a curly but perfectly legible font, 'You can't rape the willing...'

As he looked, the words blurred and shifted, until they read 'But I'd like to see you try.'

Hermione's belly looked swollen, almost pregnant. That gave him another shock. It shouldn't be possible to get that knocked up in one night, even with magic, right? Her ass and crotch were 'covered' by a tiny red and black pleated skirt; Harry could see by the large slit up the side that she wasn't wearing underwear.

Another tattoo was on display just above the skirts waistline, this one reading 'Be my baby-daddy, Mister?'

Black fishnet stockings ran up her legs, but these were mostly obscured by long black leather boots that ended above her knees. The boots ended in a platform base with a six inch heel. Harry had never seen Hermione wear any sort of heel and was surprised that she had made it up the stairs to his dorm in these. The overall look was 'extremely slutty goth schoolgirl,' and Harry felt his dick growing hard again just looking at this new side of Hermione.

Harry had to know more, and for that he needed to wake the slut up. He grasped her thick nipples and squeezed painfully. Hermione moaned and shifted in her sleep. Harry pulled on her nipples, stretching her tits out until they couldn't go any further. Hermione moaned again and spread her legs, shifting her tiny skirt and revealing her bare pussy. She still refused to wake up. Harry's eyes fixed on that inviting pussy. That would surely wake her up.

He released his grip on Hermione's nipples, making her breasts snap back into their previous perky position, and climbed between her legs. Lining up his tool with the puckered tightness of her tiny, virgin asshole, he took a deep breath before pushing in.

The bitch was tight, but Harry was used to that. He had deflowered his share of virgins, after all, and had raped countless unwilling women up the shitpipe. He slowly continued to press forward until he was buried balls deep inside Hermione. Her eyes suddenly shot open as her legs wrapped around Harry, trapping him inside her.

"For fuck's sake, Harry! You had an unconscious girl in your bed and it took you THAT long to ass-rape the bitch?" she said. "From Ginny's stories, I expected more! Now fuck my tight little fuckhole until you dump a load up my colon, Daddy."

Harry didn't have to be told twice: he started thrusting hard into her guts using long, deep strokes. He rested his hands by Hermione's head and looked down at her, watching her face contort with pain and pleasure as he stretched her asshole out.

Even as lust filled his mind, he had to know what had brought about this incredible change.

"What happened to you, Hermione?" he said, panting out the words between thrusts.

"Nothing big," she said with a moan. "A spell turned me into a submissive slut. I was really scared so I went to see your whore girlfriend, and she cast ANOTHER spell that turned me into a les-dom slut. So I fucked her to say thank you and came here to complete the set. I thought a nice blowjob would be a good way to start things. I wasn't expecting you to choke me out, but thanks anyway. I came so hard when I passed out! I woke up straight away, but wanted to see how long it would take for you to rape me. You’re the first man to bottom-out in my asshole.”

"Oh," Harry said with a laugh. "That explains it."

"Which was FAR too long, Harry Potter," she said; she was suddenly stern now, almost like she used to be. "Next time you see a passed out slut, you better get to raping her holes as quickly as you can!"

Harry was amazed by the utterly changed Hermione. His thrusts up her hot, grasping asshole were become wilder, more rapid. He gestured to her swollen stomach with one hand.

"What about this?” he asked. "You can't have gotten knocked up in a day."

"Oh, I'm sure I've gotten knocked up," said Hermione, smirking. "I've taken enough spunk up the cunt today to make sure of that. But that bulge isn't a baby. It's from the lovely drink you gave me in your sleep."

It took Harry a second to work out what she meant. "You mean when I took a piss?"

"It was so delicious I just had to swallow it all. You went on for ages, as well! It's no wonder my stomach is stretched," Hermione said, rubbing her belly tenderly.

Harry's mind filled with the image of Hermione gulping down his piss. It was the last straw. He groaned as he came, his cock buried to the hilt inside Hermione’s aching butthole. Hermione came too as she felt his sperm spray her intestines.

"That's it!" she cried. "Cum inside me! Fill up your cumbucket, Daddy! I'm nothing but fuckmeat with holes for your cock and your cum! Make me your rapedoll!"

Her words spurred Harry, and his spunk continued to pour into Hermione. He didn't know that she had cast a cum multiplication charm on him in his sleep. All he could do was watch as his sperm filled her ass until her belly stretched further and further.

He finally stopped cumming and rolled off of Hermione. Her belly was so full of piss and cum that she looked six months pregnant. They were both panting happily in post-orgasmic bliss. Hermione suddenly rolled onto her side to look at Harry.

"Right," she said, the old bossy Hermione once more. "We've got to be quick before the castle wakes up."

"Quick?" said Harry, confused. "Quick for what?"

“I've got a lot more planned for you, Harry Potter, but we've got to get to the Room of Requirement first," said Hermione, swinging her legs off the bed and standing up expertly on her stripper heels.

Harry quickly pulled on some pajamas and leapt out of bed. Hermione was already strutting towards the door, cum oozing out of her abused anus. Her heels put a sway in her step, and her swollen belly led the way forward. Harry saw another tattoo on her lower back. This one read 'No Means Yes!'

Harry grinned and followed her down the stairs.

It was going to be a fun day.

***

When Hermione first swung open the door to the Room of Requirement, Harry was too distracted to take in the interior. There were a few reasons for this. The first was that Hermione had spent the trip detailing her hot, sweaty fuck session with Ginny, along with the magical changes his whore of a girlfriend had been subjected to. When Hermione had told him that she had left Ginny tied to her bed to be gang-raped by her sexy dorm-mates, Harry had seriously considered leaving Hermione in the corridor and going to join in. But he'd been involved in more Ginny gang-bangs than he could count, and he was still eager to explore this new slut Hermione's holes.

These holes were the second reason that he was distracted. Hermione's tiny pleated skirt was barely more than a belt, and her cuntlips were clearly on display at all times. Her exaggerated swaying stride caused the skirt to shift as she walked, giving Harry tantalizing glimpses of her puckered, perfect pink asshole. His gaze was fixed on her butt-cheeks as they walked, so he quickly noticed when cum started dripping from her well-used ass and pussy. He had pumped a lot of sperm inside her and soon it came flowing out until her thighs were covered with gooey cream.

Both the sight of his seed covering Hermione's legs and her filthy description of raping his girlfriend led to Harry's third distraction: he was getting hard, despite already cumming twice recently. He didn't know that Hermione had, as well as multiplying his cum production, eliminated his refractory period: he could fuck forever if he wanted.

And she'd made another change as well, one which he was just starting to notice.

Harry had always been proud of his cock. His thick, 12-inch-long shaft intimidated most girls when they first saw it. Some men would see that as a problem … but, as Harry saw it, if a girl made him get hard he had the right to use her as he saw fit. Most of the girls enjoyed it in the end, especially those times that he managed to fuck straight into their wombs.

Now though, his cock was growing larger than it ever had before. Constrained by his pajamas, it was stiffening against his leg and had reached his knee by the time they reached the room. Harry could see the thick bulge running down his leg. He wasn't sure if he would be able to fit this into Hermione, but was determined to try.

All of this meant that it took Harry a moment to register the changes to the Room of Requirement. His attention was first caught by the low, mirrored ceiling, which reflected back the perversion contained within. A large bed stood at the back of the room, big enough for several people. The walls were covered with toys and gadgets that Harry was eager to try out, apart from one wall which was dominated by a large cross with attached restraints. There were a few other bondage devices scattered across the floor, including what looked like a cage, and several hooks attached to the ceiling. The center of the room contained a small platform with a stripper pole leading to the ceiling. A few low chairs surrounded the platform.

Hermione squealed in pleasure as she spotted the pole and dragged Harry over to it. She slowly pushed him down onto one of the soft chairs, making sure to give him a long look at her mesh covered boobs as she dangled them before his face. He reached up to grab them, but she quickly straightened up and strutted onto the platform. Harry quickly stripped off his pajamas and grasped his now massive cock, which was now so thick that he couldn't wrap his fingers around the shaft.

Pounding music filled the room as Hermione took her position. Her belly was less swollen now, as most of Harry’s seed had leaked onto her thighs. There was only the slight bump left by his piss and his first load in her stomach. She quickly started her routine, grasping the pole and strutting around it, shaking her ass and tits as she did. After a couple of circles she faced Harry and started humping the pole, which quickly got sticky from the juices still on her thighs. The slut stripped off her top and flung it at Harry before wrapping her newly freed tits around the pole and sliding down. The spunk on the pole smeared up her stomach and her tits until she was kneeling, her face was level with the sticky patch. She quickly stuck out her tongue and started lapping at Harry's seed, cleaning the pole and swallowing it down.

Harry’s cock had now grown so long that the head waggled in front of his face, somewhat obscuring his view of Hermione’s sexy striptease. He growled and stood from the chair, stalking towards his skanky friend, who was momentarily distracted by her attempts to lick Harry’s spunk from her own cleavage. Harry had to hold his shaft ahead of him to provide support, as it was nearly three foot long now and in danger of dragging on the floor. He reached the stage, leering down at the cum-covered slut in front of him.

Harry suddenly lashed out with his free hand and grabbed Hermione’s long hair tightly in his fist. He pulled her up until her knees were lifted slightly from the ground, most of her weight now supported by her
hair. She winced, but looked up at him with a challenging look in her eyes, daring him to do more.

Something inside Harry snapped.

For three years this cunt had denied him, had kept herself ‘pure’ even as she developed into a smoking hot bitch. And now she was challenging him? In that single, perfect moment, Harry fucking hated his friend. He would rape her every hole. He would ream her with his monstrous phallus until she was ripped apart. He would fill her with load after load of his cum and piss until she burst.

With a roar, he twisted Hermione’s hair and slammed her onto her back, her head hanging off the edge of the platform. His cock was level with her now, and he rested it on top of her. His shaft was so long that it covered most of her body, reaching her belly button.

Hermione was still dazed, and Harry seized his chance. He backed away, dragging his cock along her naked body and between her enormous breasts. His cockhead finally reached her mouth, which she instinctively opened. Harry’s gigantic tool seemed far too large to fit into the small opening, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him.

Harry pushed, forcing his cockhead past Hermione’s plump lips. Hermione privately thanked the permanent stretching charm that she had cast on herself as she felt her mouth stretch around Harry’s thick shaft.
She thrashed her tongue around the invading tool as Harry continued to push onward.

Harry could feel his cock entering Hermione -(TM)s throat. Her gag reflex seemed to have been eliminated, which struck Harry as a shame. He always enjoyed it when girls gagged and tried to fight him off when he throat fucked them. He resolved to test Hermione’s new stretching abilities, suddenly thrusting another foot of cock into her. He could see the bulge of his cock in her throat, steadily moving onwards until it was forced between her perky tits.

This gave him an idea.

Hermione could feel the blood rushing to her head as it dangled from the platform. She could also feel Harry’s obscene shaft penetrating deeply down her throat. It wasn’t painful, and the stretching spell seemed to have taken care of her need to breathe. In fact, the sensation filled her with a sense of deep joy.

She was finally being used for her intended purpose!

Her rapists from before had fucked her, and Ginny had awakened her, but Harry was truly USING her. She had seen into his soul, and knew that he no longer saw her as his friend, or even as a person. He saw her as meat, as holes to fuck and stretch and ruin, as flesh to punish and break. She moaned around his cock in pleasure. She could see that he still had at least another foot of dick to force into her face, and she wanted to encourage him further. The whore wrapped her hands around her own neck, massaging Harry’s tool through her skin.

Harry grabbed his wand, pointing it towards the racks of toys on the wall. “Accio clamps!”

Something small shot through the air and Harry deftly caught it: a pair of metal nipple clamps, connected by a chain. He took one of Hermione’s long, thick nipples and stretched it out before attaching one of the clamps. Hermione moaned in pleasure as the sharp pain shot through her nipple, sending wonderful vibrations along Harry’s shaft. Her second moan was even louder as Harry twisted her nipple before attaching the clamp. Finally, he tapped his wand on the connecting chain.
The chain shortened, pulling Hermione’s tits together around Harry’s cock. The chain continued to shrink until it was almost gone, Hermione’s abused nipples nearly touching each other. The end result was that Harry could feel Hermione’s fleshy globes pushing against his ridiculous penis as it bulged through her skin. He was getting a titfuck and a handjob even as he reamed Hermione’s throat!

That extra humiliation added, Harry decided to get serious about ruining his best friend. He grabbed her shoulders to keep them both steady and suddenly thrust the remainder of his immense cock into her greedy whore throat. More than a foot of extra cock pushed inside Hermione, and it felt incredible. The tightness of her throat, combined with her massaging hands and compressing tits, made Harry’s head spin. He could see his cockhead travel down inside her until it reached her already bulging belly.

His cock must have reached her stomach!

This thought almost made him cum, but he held off. He had to enjoy this more before he blew. He withdrew slightly before plunging back in, setting off a thrusting motion that made Hermione’s expansive breasts jiggle back and forth along his cock. He slapped them, hard, a few times as they moved, each time forcing a moan from the painslut he was filling. He could see his cockhead pushing at the inside of Hermione’s belly, the end of each thrust making a visible bulge in her flesh. This sight was enough to tip him over the edge. His heavy balls, also magically enhanced and currently slapping Hermione in the face with each thrust, tightened in preparation for the largest load of his life.

Harry roared as he came, wave after wave of thick spunk shooting from his cock like a fire hose. Hermione’s belly swelled rapidly as her stomach filled, and within seconds she looked heavily pregnant, her skin stretched around the prodigious load of cum filling her. The incredible, impossible sensations triggered Hermione’s own orgasm, and her entire body thrashed around Harry’s cock as she was filled. Her stomach could take no more, and Harry could feel his cum flowing back up Hermione’ s throat. Sperm burst from her mouth around his cock, but even that was not enough. Harry watched in amazement as cum blasted from her nose and even trickled from her ears and tear-ducts. His cum was finding every path out of the inflated whore.

Still shooting spunk, Harry started to withdraw. It took some time, but eventually his cockhead popped out from between Hermione’s swollen lips and immediately blasted her face with cum. Her open mouth was filled with it, and soon her hair, face and tits were covered as well. After minutes of orgasm, Harry finally finished and looked down at his handiwork. The effect was incredible: her swollen belly looked pregnant with twins. Her magnificent rack was blasted with white cream. Her hair was pasted together below her, and her facial features were almost obliterated by the mask of semen he had showered onto her.

Hermione finally came down from her own orgasm, and immediately started rubbing Harry’s spunk into her skin. Harry had a wicked idea.

“I’m still not sure you have enough cream there, slut,” he said, climbing up onto the platform with her. “I’ll just have to pump some more out of you.”

Harry put his foot down onto Hermione’s huge belly and pushed down hard. With nowhere else to go, his cum shot up the slut’s throat and out of her mouth, covering her face and tits with further waves of spunk.

Harry continued to apply pressure, forcing his sperm from between Hermione’s lips, over her face and down her hair until it pooled on the floor beneath her. The utter degradation of being forced to vomit pure cum was enough to trigger another of Hermione’s orgasms.

Finally, Hermione’s belly was empty. She now looked like she had been dipped in a tank of sperm from the waist up, and the ground below her was slick with juices. She slowly raised her shaking hands to her face and carefully wiped some of the the cum from her eyes. As she opened her eyes, ropes of cum made webs across her eyelashes. Hermione, now truly the
skankiest, most worthless whore in Hogwarts, looked up at Harry through a mask of his semen. She had only one thing to say.

“What’s next, Daddy?”