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An alternate path to the game Witch Trainer by AKABUR.

Young Hogwarts student Hermione Granger spirals down the path of becoming the school slut, deceived by an entity pretending to be the headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

TAGS: Mostly cum drinking and humiliation to start.

Every chapter is a day and should be pretty short, but I'm up for doing dozens of days if you guys like it.

by Krombomich

Chapter 1 - Day 1 - Dumbledore's champion
"Ah, Miss Granguer, come in."

"It's Granger, professor Dumbledore. You wanted to see me?"

Hermione was standing in front of Dumbledore's desk in a tidy school uniform, which included a knee-length black pleated skirt that overlapped her white socks.  The top was long-sleeve white shirt covered with a cardigan and tie that displayed the scarlet and gold of her house. Boring attire aside, Snape's mortal enemy was quite cute and it wasn't too hard to tell that under all these layers of loose-fitting fabric, this young brunette was suppressing some disproportionately large breasts. He was going to have a lot of fun with her.

"As you know, Miss Granger, we are living in dark times. Even powerful wizards such as myself need strong allies to face the forces of evil. That's where you come in. I've received several reports of you being a gifted wizard and I need the most talented student in Hogwarts for a task that... you will understand why I cannot do myself."

Hermione was beaming with pride. Gifted, strong, most talented... such compliments and from the person she admired the most. She would give her life to defend Hogwarts and her friends.

Dumbledore continued "I need you to collect sperm from a student."

A few seconds to get off her cloud of narcissism, then a few seconds to replay the words in her head, and a few more for her smile to fade...

"Excuse me!?

"I am developing a weapon against a really bad... guy."

"You-Know-Who?"

"Of course I know who, you silly child"

"I meant... Lord Voldemort?"

"Right, yes! Exactly. And this is the main ingredient. I'm so ashamed of myself for demanding such a degrading task to a fledgling student like yourself. If you are not up for it, I'm sure there are less trustworthy but more... outgoing female wizards willing to help me."

Carrying spunk around school was the last thing Hermione wanted to do, but she'd be damned if she'd let a Slytherin slut handle a favor from the headmaster.

"I'll do it. If it's important, I'll do it. You can count on me."

"Marvelous! Here, fill this goblet and bring it back before supper tonight. Godspeed, Miss Granger."

Hermione grabbed the golden receptacle and left the room with a stride of determination.




Later...


"Welcome back, Miss Granger. Have you accomplished your quest?"

"Yes, sir. It was quite embarrassing, but I've asked my friend Ron to take the goblet to his room and bring it back with his... discharge. He was a bit weirded out, but he too would do anything to defeat Lord Voldermort."

"Miss Granger, I am completely..." Hermione was drinking every word "...disappointed in you." Her face dropped.

"First of all, how can you be sure it is sperm if you weren't there when it was put in the goblet. There is only one person I trust in this school and it's you, Miss Granger. You need to see it go from the penis to the jar or it is worthless to me. Secondly, I said fill the goblet didn't I. Was it not a clear statement? In what world would this pathetic amount of semen be enough to count as full? And most importantly, Miss Granger, you do not tell random students WHY you are gathering their sperm. That is completely irresponsible. Can you imagine if word of our plan got out. You need to pretend you want this cum all for yourself."

Hermione couldn't hold it back any longer. She had been tearing up through the whole lecture but as soon as Dumbledore was done, she started bawling like a child.

"It's OK, girl." Albus got up from his chair and embraced Hermione with a great hug, doing his best to squeeze her ample bosom on his abdomen as she cried in his robes.

"I have made mistakes in the past, as well. Every great wizard has. Luckily for you, I have devised a simple 4-step program to train you on your path to victory: PRIC"

"PRIC, sir?" Hermione asked while drying her tears with her sleeves.
"Punishment - Rectification - Improvement - Challenge.   The Punishment part is a necessary evil. Your body needs to associate failure with physical pain. Because it was the first time, we will only do a light spanking as punishment today."

"Professor! Spanking is archaic. You cannot be serious."

"What can I say, I'm an old fashion guy. Now, come on Miss Granger, lean on my desk. This will only take a minute."

Completely drained from her eventful day, Hermione obeyed and braced for impact. But instead she felt her skirt ride up her slender legs. She had assumed her spanking was to be performed over her skirt and surely would have never gotten in this position had she known the professor was going to expose her underwear. She debated making a scene but decided to endure it just this once.

However, when a hand abruptly pulled down her panties, a line was clearly crossed and she try to jump up in panic but a second strong hand placed on her back kept her chest firmly against the desk. Before she could voice more than a yelp, her bare bum received a few playful slaps and she was released.

"There, that wasn't so bad now was it." Dumbledore announced

While not painful, this little show was still humiliating enough for Hermione to quickly pull up her underwear back and begin storming out of the room.

"Before you go, Miss Granger, I feel you deserve to know what weapon I am forging to defeat Voltermort."

That got Hermione's attention and she stopped in her tracks.

"That weapon... is you. I believe you are the champion of prophecy. The Maiden of the White who will absorb male essence and vanquish all enemies of good. The male essence is obviously seminal fluid. I'm afraid you will need to put your dignity aside until you ascend, and drink the semen you've gathered today."

Dumbledore handed Hermione the goblet back. This was so much to take in. As ridiculous as it sounded, she always knew she was meant for something bigger. She swirled the cum inside the goblet weighing her options. One quick gulp and it would all be over. Like swallowing medicine. Of course she would have to avoid Ron for the rest of the year. How could she ever look at him again without turning crimson. Here goes. *Gulp*

After downing the small amount of liquid Hermione made a face of disgust and expanded considerable efforts not to retch. Her throat felt glazed in slime and the saltiness still lingered in her mouth.

"How do you feel, Miss Granger?"

Hermione wasn't sure. She took out her wand and flicked a spark. Was it brighter? Maybe a little, yes. "I think it's working, professor."

Really? I mean... great! Now let's take care of the R in PRIC and Rectifying your mistake, shall we. Get on your knees and hold the goblet.

Hermione obeyed thinking this was part of some knighting ceremony, but regretted her decision instantly when Dumbledore pulled his dick from his robes.

"Headmaster, what are you doing!?"

"I am helping you complete your task by filling the goblet myself. Redeem yourself, Miss Granger, don't take your eyes away from me as I masturbate, like you should have done with Ron to insure you are given the right ingredient."

This was the closest Hermione had ever been to male genitals, but she was certain they weren't supposed to be this big. The Albus imposter was indeed sliding a snake of supernatural size and, as he fantasized about the near-reality of cumming all over Hermione's face, he was about to demonstrate that his discharge was also extraordinary.

"Hold it there, it's coming. Keep looking up at me, dammit."

Hermione didn't so much want to look away as she wanted to put some distance between her face and the giant cock about to erupt. When the thick discharge began spewing,  Rope after rope, the goblet filled then overfilled.

"Professor, it's too much. What do I do?!"

"Hold still and keep your eyes on the prize I'm almost done."

Semen started oozing out of the goblet running on her hands. "Almost done" still meant another 5-6 spurts. Ron's pathetic sample was almost insignificant compared to this deluge.

"Phew, alright. I did my part Miss Granger, don't disappoint me. You can start by licking your hands."

Hermione gently put the cup down. The top of her fingers were covered with the repugnant white substance. The professor was looking at her with a stern but encouraging look. "Just do one lick" she told herself repeatedly. "If you can do one, you can do ten." She closed her eyes and ran her tongue along her index. The same taste as Ron's, only much more pungent. She quickly swallowed if only to get it out of her mouth. She was fine. Her mouth was already saturated with the taste so why not get it over with.

Like a cat cleaning her pawns, Hermione diligently lapped her fingers clean.  Albus's smile gave her back some of her pride. She couldn't think of another girl in her year that would have made it this far.  Without waiting for her courage to wane, Hermione picked up the goblet with both hands and brought it to her lips. The first sip spent a long time lingering on her tongue as the hesitation to swallow a mouthful already twice as big as her previous effort was holding her back. Sensing a gag would soon make her spit it out, she tossed her head back and swallows the blob whole. She'd have to pick up the pace or she'd spend the whole night gargling sperm. "If you drink it like leftover milk after a bowl of cereal, you'll be done in 10 seconds" she told herself before downing the entire cup. Glub-glub-glub-glub-glub-glub-slurp-. A few seconds of intense concentration to keep everything down... an adorable burp... and she was done.

"There is no doubt in my mind, now. You are the champion of prophecy. You will lead us to victory against Lord What's-His-Face." Dumbledore helped her off her knees.

"Professor... your... " Hermione pointed at Albus' large appendage still sticking out of his robes, hard as a rock after watching a young beautiful girl willingly drink his entire load. It was poking Hermione in the chest, adding another stain to her uniform.

"Oh I'm so sorry, my dear." He replied, trying his best to tuck it in. "You should probably go. Come see me tomorrow morning before class."

As much as he was ready for a second round, he shouldn't be pushing his luck on the first night. The girl's naivety surely has some bounds.

Hermione left the room confused. Today she had seen a penis, got her bare buttocks touched and swallowed enough semen to want to skip supper, including some of Ron's... but she was a warrior of prophecy! The champion of all wizards. And she did feel more powerful than before. Surely this was a good day... overall.

 

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Chapter 2 - Day 2 - Mischief Managed

By Krombomich

Mostly cum drinking and humiliation to start. For chapter-specific warnings (things will get gradually more intense

Hermione walked into the headmaster's office the next morning with renewed conviction. Yes, yesterday had been a mixed bag of emotions and she spent half the night thinking about how today would surely be a hundred times worse now that she better understood what was expected of her. She'd have to solicit the help of at least a dozen students to fill that blasted goblet and she couldn't even tell them why.  No way would she use the headmaster's line of "liking the taste". If she were to go through with it, it would be more along the line of needing to feed a wild puffskein she was hiding. That was a pretty convincing excuse. Finding such a perfect solution triggered her lust for puzzle-solving. The second half of the night was spent planning her entire day. Who she would ask. What she would say. It wasn't so bad, especially when repressing the thought that she'd have to drink it all in the end.  By the time she stepped into the headmaster's office, her insecurities had faded. She was ready to put her plan into action.

"Miss Granger, you seem in a good mood this morning."

"Yes sir, I will not fail my task today."

It was at the end of this sentence that she noticed a goblet on the headmaster's desk, bigger than yesterday's and already filled to the brim with what she assumed was his thick nut juice. She didn't expect to have to drink anything this morning. It made sense for the cup to be bigger, since the previous one was inadequate at containing all of professor Dumbledore's ejaculation but where was the smaller goblet?

"That is great to hear, my dear girl. I couldn't sleep last night, too excited about the prospect of defeating the Lord guy, you see. I know it isn't much but please accept my contribution. I hope you didn't have breakfast yet."

Hermione hadn't. The last real food she ate was a pumpkin pasty yesterday at lunch. That didn't mean she was hungry; the thick baby batter she gulped down last night still had her feeling a bit queasy, but Dumbledore seemed so proud of his contribution to the fight. With a fake smile she approached the desk and focused on remembering how quickly she was able to down yesterday's helping.  This was a bigger goblet, granted, but it should still be the same quantity and in seconds and it could all be gone.

Hermione choked on the first gulp and a string of cum came out her nose. How long had this been sitting there? It was tepid and lumpy.

"Is everything alright, my dear?"

Hermione closed her eyes and pretended her hardest that it was a cappuccino with too much cream that had gone cold. When she thought she was almost done, she opened her eyes to the horror that six mouthfuls had only gotten her through half of it. Her brain wasn't buying the cold cappuccino anymore, but there was no backing out now.. gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp. She held her stomach for a few seconds afterwards, waiting for the substance to settle in there.

"Marvelous, now let's not forget about my PRIC"

"But Professor..."

"Yesterday we covered P and R. Before we proceed today, we need to do I and C" Dumbledore continued.

Hermione was relieved. For a second she thought she'd have to look at the professor's prick again.

"So I is for Improvement! We need to do something about your look, Miss Granger."

Hermione began to blush as she usually did when out of her element. "But, sir, this is the standard school uniform."

"Is it, Miss Granger? Because I have seen girls at this school not dressed like old ladies.  You're not the most attractive girl at Hogwarts. That's the harsh truth. So if you want attention from the boys, you'll need to compensate." Albus only said that to play on Hermione's insecurities. He thought she was adorable, especially when blushing and looking defeated like right now.

"Don't be sad, my dear. I have a present for you. An express delivery for a new uniform. It's guaranteed to make men take you more seriously."

Dumbledore handed her a small bundle of clothes. From a glance, it only included a skirt and shirt. Hermione thanked him but was still wounded by his previous comments. She unfolded the skirt first and immediately had to confirm how short it was by  placing it against the one she was currently wearing.

"There must be a mistake, professor. They sent you a child's size."

Truth be told, this skirt was actually quite long compared to what Albus really wanted her to wear but he had to take baby steps. It stopped a bit higher than mid-thigh; Hermione was making a big deal out of nothing.

"No mistake, my dear. I was told this is what youngsters wear these days. Try it on. If it doesn't suit you, I'll return it."

"Fine, I'll go to my room and change but I'm telling you this will not do. Do you need me to come back after or can I go on with my chores?"

"No need for that, Miss Granger, there is nothing I haven't seen before, please get this over with so we can continue your training."

Get this over with... that had been the general theme of her visits to Dumbledore's study. She sighed and slipped her feet in the opening of the new skirt without taking off the old one. Albus had hope for a quick flash of panties, but Hermione's cling to innocence was equally arousing considering that, mere moments ago, she was downing one of his massive loads and especially considering everything he had planned for her in the future. When the old skirt dropped to the floor Albus took a step to the left to hide his fast-engorging erection behind his desk. Hermione's legs were long, skinny and exquisite. Her white socks adorned with tiny orange bows went well past the knee but teased three inches of skin on her thighs  before the mini-skirt took over.

"See, professor? It's much too short. The school rules state that a robe or skirt must be at least..."

"Who do you think wrote these rules, Miss Granger." Albus interrupted "I will correct them immediately. This skirt looks beautiful on you. Besides, don't knock it until you try the ensemble."

Even a small compliment was a fresh breeze to Hermione's ego. If she was careful while sitting, bending down and going up stairs, she could get through the day without revealing her knickers to passing students. She thought of voicing concerns about changing shirts in Dumbledore's office but remembered the golden rule... get it over with... She turned around, removed her cardigan and unbuttoned her shirt. Before taking it off, she unfolded her new shirt to get it ready. Even if it only her bare back and bra strap would show, she wanted the switch to last no more than a second. Unfortunately the shirt swap slowed down when trying to fit her second arm in. The new shirt was so small she almost dislocated her shoulder getting both arms to fit in a hurry, but she wasn't going to turn around start arguing until she had something to cover her front so she began the impossible task of buttoning up. She couldn't suck in her chest enough to get the two central buttons secured.

"This one is definitely too small, professor. I cannot even button it."

"Really? Let me see, my dear."

Hermione didn't want to turn around but she was more or less covered up and figured she had pretty solid evidence of the shirt's inadequacy. It should take two seconds for the headmaster to see that. Albus tried to hide his delight at seeing Hermione's cleavage tightly tucked in an undersized shirt. Even the buttons under her chest, which she somehow managed to tie looked ready to pop.

"Ah there's the problem my dear. This shirt is not made to be worn with undergarments."

"Well then I cannot wear it, professor. I'm sorry.

"Very well, miss Granger, you may go."

"Can I have the goblet for today's task?"

"That won't be necessary. I think I need to find a champion willing to sacrifice a mere piece of lacy fabric for the quest to defeat evil."

Hermione knew exactly what Dumbledore was doing. But he was right. Half the female students didn't even wear brassieres. Most weren't as well endowed as she was but maybe that was besides the point. Hermione turned again and, without taking off the smaller shirt, reached behind her back to unhook her bra. The tightness of her new shirt meant she'd have to take it off before being able to slide the bra straps off of her arms. This task only took a few second but her jerky movements while sliding off the bra and swinging the new shirt over her shoulders made her breast sway enough for Dumbledore to see their sides wiggle in and out of sight. He had to risk taking it just a bit farther.

"Before you put it back on, Miss Granger, may I ask for a favor?

Hermione didn't want to do anything other than button herself at that moment but the only answers available to such a question were yes, no and depends... And she didn't want to hear the fight-vs-evil speech again so she went with "yes?"

"Yesterday,  it took a lot out of me to have a... special moment... in front of you. For an old man like myself, it's not as easy to get the plumbing working, you understand. I don't think I can do this again without a little taste of a beautiful girl's silhouette."

It was the first time Hermione saw one of the mighty Albus Dumbledore's weaknesses. For all his power, he was a feeble old man with erectile dysfunction. Was this whole thing going too far? Yes, definitely. She needed to find her own way of growing more powerful, her own interpretation of the prophecy. But was now a good time to tell a sobbing Dumbledore that she didn't need his help anymore? She sighed, wrapped her arms around her chest to reveal as little as possible of her plump bust, overflowing over and under her skinny arms, and turned around.

"Wonderful, my dear, you are making me feel 20 years younger. Here, hold the goblet, this is already working. "

Hermione didn't think about the goblet when she wrapped her shame in arms. She rearranged her right forearm as best she could to maximize coverage before freeing her left hand. Her right hand was cupping her left breast but with a lot of the top and bottom exposed. Her forearm was pushing against her right breast hiding the nipple but showing most of the rest. Melons such as these were completely out of place on such a petite frame and slender waist. Some bodies have their priorities straight, thought Albus.

It took less than a minute for Dumbledore to start filling the larger goblet and it was quickly getting heavy for Hermione's single scrawny arm holding it at an awkward height. When his final spurt joined the others with a groan of relief, the large goblet was perfectly flush. Hermione was happy to not get cum all over her hands but couldn't help but be suspicious of how perfectly suited for his load the goblet was. She wondered if he had tried several of them.

"I'd like to get dressed now". Hermione expressed meekly.

"Of course, my poor girl, let me hold that for you." Dumbledore took the goblet from her and set it on his desk.

Hermione turned around and hurried back to the center of the room. As she changed, she gave Albus a few more bonus glances of sideboob from her contortions. She managed, as the headmaster predicted to somehow button all but the top two buttons of her shirt now that her breasts were unrestrained. The buttoned buttons were screaming, surely some powerful magic spell was holding the two sides together. Two small bumps now betrayed the location of her nipples and if you got close enough, you could almost see the darker rings of her areola through the thin stretched fabric. Between the buttons, some patches of soft, round bosom skin were visible.

She could already tell what the old man was going to say. He would try to convince her that an outfit so inadequate was perfect. Well, she wasn't going to argue, not with words. Instead, Hermione was planning to walk outside this office, change back in her old clothes fill the goblet by following her plan and using her natural charms instead of parading her body like a whore. Once the professor saw that the Hermione-Way also worked, she would start taking charge of this operation. No more of this PRIC nonsense.

"Now this is what I call a capital I in Improvement"  Dumbledore exclaimed when Hermione turned around revealing her full outfit, but still crossing her arms to retain some dignity.

"Hurry downstairs and take this with you." Dumbledore pointed at the cum-filled goblet on his desk.

Hermione was perplexed. "I thought you'd want me to drink it, sir." She said, with some relief, as she was still quite sated from her earlier cold and slimy breakfast.

"Of course! But best do it in the main hall during breakfast. This way, if there are any spies at the school, this will cement our narrative that you love the taste of cum.

None of this fit with Hermione's narrative of needing to feed her puffskein. As much as she hated lying, she was not going to walk down the great hall dressed as she was and drink a cup of semen in front of everyone. She was going to drink it right outside this office, then change, then go down and have an almost normal day.

"No problem professor."

"Your enthusiasm is contagious, Miss Granger. I thought you might be deterred by having to FILL a bigger goblet but I'm glad you are up for the C of PRIC, which stands for challenge of course."

It never even occurred to Hermione that this was going to be the cup she used for today. She barely managed to come up with a big enough list of people when she thought she had almost half of it to gather. Some people would have to do it twice, she didn't know how long boys needed to wait before going again.

"Oh and part two of today's challenge: make sure to include at least one boy from each House in today's harvest."

That was the critical Jenga tile of her crumbling plan. "That's impossible, Professor!" Every single one of her planned donor was part of one house. Her house.

"What happened to your go-getter attitude, Miss Granger. Magic diversity will make the cocktail that much more potent you should know this of all people."

"Good day, professor" Hermione replied, peeved and defeated by her once dearest friend: logic. After closing the door behind her, she pretended to take loud steps down the stairs then softened them to create a perfect auditory illusion of her walking away. She then put the cup to her lips and took a deep gulp.

"Miss Granger?" Hermione would have called the bluff and stayed quiet but the sudden voice of Prof Dumbledore behind the door made her choke on her cum and she was unable to suppress a loud coughing fit.

"Miss Granger, I just wanted you to know that you won't be alone in the Great Hall. I will be watching you through my crystal ball and send you all the courage I can.

"Th-thank you, professor"

That was it. Her backup plan backfired and after a minute of silent introspection, Hermione came to term with the fact that liars get what they deserve. Now she had no choice but to go follow Dumbledore's instruction and hope no one would notice her or at least presume she was having a vanilla smoothy.

 

Later...

 

"Miss Granger, how was your day?" Dumbledore asked Hermione who had just barged into his office. She was still wearing her new form-fitting school uniform and carrying the cup with minimal care about keeping it upright. That and the tears running out of her puffy red eyes could have given him a hint at how her day went.

"This was the single worst day of my life, professor. My reputation is ruined and even dressed like slut I'm not attractive enough to fill this stupid goblet." As hard as she could without making a mess, she slammed the cup on Dumbledore's desk. It was barely filled a third of the way.

"Oh my! What happened, my dear"

"Well you saw what happened at breakfast right? Everyone was looking at me and whispering. They all knew what I was drinking!" Hermione was yelling at this point. Dumbledore had no idea what happened at breakfast because he wouldn't know what to do with a crystal ball if he even had one.

"I don't understand, I thought this is what we wanted. To confuse our enemies."

"I had my own plan, professor, I was going to disobey you and do things differently. But even that didn't work. Most of the boys  I asked thought I was trying to trick them. The ones that said yes couldn't even... go... in the cup with me watching. Am I such a turn off?  Harry said it wasn't right to do this when he had a girlfriend, a notion he only remembered once he realized he couldn't get his dick hard." Hermione covered her mouth at the sound of her saying the word dick. She calmed down. "If it wasn't for Fred and George helping me out 3 times each I would barely have anything. And I couldn't even bring myself to talk to any of those disgusting Slytherin boys, but I bet they would have turned me down too because I'm such an ogre.

Dumbledore got up to console Hermione as he did the evening before. As much as he wanted to rip her blouse open and knock her tits around, pressing them against his body would have to do for now.

"It's my fault, my dear child" I've been taking this whole prophecy too lightly. The punishment I gave you yesterday only reinforced your terrible behavior.  What do you say we give the PRIC program a real chance. No more lies. We push your limits and if that's not enough, then so be it, we tried."

"Hermione nodded" She understood the implication and could only hope physical pain would erase her feeling of uselessness and let her start anew.

"Assume the position, Miss Granger"

The position could only mean bending over  Dumbledore's desk. Apparently she couldn't even do that right, because with surprising strength, Dumbledore lifted her by the waist and laid her torso on the desk, her legs now too short to reach the floor. She was hoping she would remain covered this time but was not surprised in the slightest when she felt her skirt lift up and her panties slide down, all the way down, in fact. Even jerked past her shoes then kicked across the room. She didn't care. Not now.

Nothing happened for a while. Hermione just waited, cheeks exposed and legs dangling. She thought Dumbledore was preparing a paddle or something but he was just taking in the view.  Hermione's butt was small but bubbly. He knew from yesterday's playful slap how perfectly her cheeks balanced firmness with softness and he was planning on getting much more fun with them tonight.

The first slap came out of nowhere and made Hermione yelp. Her left cheek jiggled from the impact and a red partial hand print branded her behind. She stifle her cries as best she could for the following few slaps...

"It's OK if you need to cry, Miss Granger. It does not make you weak and we have a long way to go. At first Hermione still resisted her instincts to cry out, but Dumbledore was not exaggerating, this slapping session went on for an hour an a half and, towards the end, she was bawling and begging to Albus' delight.

It wasn't all slaps, of course, Dumbledore frequently gave Hermione short breaks, which consisted mostly squeezing her cheeks and spreading them apart. It was such a relief from the sharp painful smacks that she didn't mind at all. Albus didn't intend for the session to last so long, time just got away from him as he was having so much fun.

"We're done Miss Granger, you took it like a champion."

Hermione was still dazed. The humiliations of the day seemed so distant. Nothing bothered her more now than her welted bottom. The therapy had worked.

Dumbledore continued "Where were we... ah yes R. Now we Rectify your mistake."

"With no further prompting, Hermione slid down the desk to solid ground and picked up the cup containing today's pitiful attempt. She wanted it gone, and then it was gone. The twins' loads still traveling down to her stomach, she kneeled in front of the headmaster for her rectification, being careful not to put any weight on her throbbing buttocks.

Albus had been ready to blow his load for a long time at this point but still used his frail old man voice to ask: "If you please, Miss Granger, your shirt. It would help a lot."

Right, she had been down that road before.This request wasn't out of the blue, she should have even thought of it herself. The buttons of her shirts snapped out of the way like elastics as she undid them. Holding on to the fabric , she undid the final button while keeping her shirt closed, and only let go once her right arm was covering key parts of her ample bust the same way it did this morning.

"Miss Granger, I fear this is not enough anymore. please move your arm. I promise to be quick."

Hermione didn't know how much longer her leg muscles could permit this position without letting her bottom painfully touch her heels. After much hesitation, she slowly let go of her arm. Her perky boobs bounced back into place. Her face was now as red as her bum.

"Move the cup out of the way, my dear, i will let you know when it's time. Don't forget to look at my cock."

Hermione obeyed, more startled than anything about the headmaster's crude language. She had the misfortune of seeing a lot of penises today and it finally gave her some perspective at how big the headmaster was. Fred and George were the biggest in the students she saw but they were a bit older, too. Perhaps it gets bigger as a man ages. If that were true, professor Dumbledore must be 500 years old. He was brandishing right in front of her face a member longer than a foot and thicker than her arm. She knew enough about sex to pity his incompatibility with non-giant partners.

Albus took a bit longer than he could have, content to look at Hermione's bosom in full display. When it was time, he purposefully waited a few seconds before warning Hermione of the impending torrent just to see her boobs jiggle as she struggled to quickly pick up the cup while catching the first spurt on her chest. She didn't complain but looked disgusted for the whole duration of the load by the comparatively small amount sperm rolling across the silky skin of her breasts down her natural cleavage. Once it was over, she immediately wiped it off and cleaned her hand on the inside of her skirt. This was the kind of cum-wasting that could get her severely punished in the future, but Albus let it slide for now. She was already at work chugging down her fourth helping of the day without being asked. He was hypnotized by the heaving of her fun bags with each swallow.

"Well done, Miss Granger, you deserve a good night sleep. Will I see you tomorrow morning?"

"Yes professor" Hermione replied with a monotone voice. She grabbed her shirt and only bothered to keep it closed with one hand. She left Dumbledore's study, forgetting her underwear behind.

 

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Chapter 3 - Day 3 - Her cup runneth over

By Krombomich

 

Hermione entered Dumbledore's study looking a lot less enthusiastic and a lot more tired than the previous morning. Albus had waved her in but pretended to still be busy with paper work. A goblet full of his nightly urges was sitting on his desk again today. As he had hoped, when Hermione noticed it, she walked over and picked it up. She hadn't spoken a word yet but she knew where that cum needed to go. She downed the lot quickly, only betraying the sour taste by the face she made as she was putting down the cup.

"Miss Granger, how are we feeling today?"

"My bottom is still so sore, professor, I could barely sleep last night."

"It's good to have a constant reminder of our past failures, but I do sympathize, Miss Granger. Let me apply some magic lotion, you should feel much better. Come, bend over my desk."

And so Hermione found herself in the same position as yesterday, legs dangling, ass exposed. She was on the verge of a PTSD attack but it would be all be worth it if it meant soothing her aching behind. She had classes today. Classes where she was expected to sit.

"No panties today, Miss Granger, I like your initiative."

"I've been meaning to ask you, professor, I only noticed at the lavatory this morning and your office was closer than going back to my to my room. Can I have the pair I left here last night? Hermione winced at the first touch to her pink cheeks. Dumbledore was being gentle, caressing and massaging the magic oil deep into her butt crack, but even a soft touch was painful.

"I haven't seen anything like that here, child. You must have taken them with you."

"I was sure... yesterday is a bit hazy"

"We're just about done here" Dumbledore said swirling his oily thumb against Hermione's butthole.  She was about to complain when he gave her a congratulatory butt slap, signaling that after 10 minutes of rubbing, he was finally finished. Hermione howled from the shock and pain.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my dear. Where was my head?"

As Hermione climbed down his desk, he hurried to hide the bottle of regular muggle sun lotion in his desk next to a pair of dirty white underwear.

"We have a bit of time this morning, let's work on Improving your technique. Show me what you learned yesterday."

Hermione didn't really understand what the headmaster was asking her to do, but it became clear and depressing when he released his pork sword from his robes. With an internal sigh she got on her knees, a position she was getting quite familiar with. She then remembered that what she "learned" was simply to unbutton her shirt and expose her leading ladies.

"I think I see the problem, Miss Granger. It's your hands. You don't know what to do with them. They are just laying there. Try to play with yourself a bit. If you want to have more success with the boys filling the goblet, you need to give them a little show."

Hermione had no idea how to give a show. She awkwardly ran her index fingers against the smooth skin of her breasts.

"Right... How about this instead." The professor picked up the goblet and placed the stem between her breasts the cup resting on her ample bosom like on a water bed. There was plenty of skin left to see. He then put his hands on the sides and pushed her cushy pillows together to secure the goblet in place. Hermione was appalled that he had actually touched them without asking permission, not that she would have given it to him, but it was over before she could complain.

"Hold them like this. Don't cover the nipples."

Hermione obeyed, if only to take over the breast squeezing.

Albus continued "That's good, see? You're going to be very efficient today."

Hermione was already at the stage where she would be displaying her assets to students for her daily collection. There was no denying this was the most efficient way to hold the repository. Albus, however, exposed a small flaw where the increased distance from the cup meant his aim wasn't perfect.

"Sorry about the mess, dear girl, but don't waste any this time. Scoop and lick. Scoop and lick."

There was no time to argue, Hermione wanted to inhale that fresh load ASAP before Albus had to chance to ask her to drink it downstairs in front of the whole school. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed... as fast a she could, then she scooped and licked everything that had splashed.

"Can I go now, professor?"

"When do your classes start, Miss Granger."

"In 20 minutes, but I want to hurry to my room and get a new pair of..."

"We have time for another one then. Try to look more enthusiastic this time. You need to look like you want my cum. In fact, you do want want it, don't you, Miss Granger?

"Yes, sir"

"Yes, what?"

"I want your cum."

"Good girl"

Hermione forced a smile for all of the last-minute session. She uttered a few "I want your cum" with as much enthusiasm as she could fake.  With only five minutes before her first class, Albus, even with worse aim,  managed to fill the cup to the brim again. Hermione hurried to slurp her third breakfast. She felt so full. Tuesday's pumpkin pasties seem so far away. She had trouble imagining a flavor other the the overpowering aftertaste of Albus' rich seed. She cleaned herself off, making sure not to waste a drop, and put her shirt back on being extra careful on the most precarious buttons.

She almost made it out of the room before Dumbledore's voice stabbed her in the back.

"All Slytherin, Miss Granger"

"Professor?"

"Your challenge today. Only Slytherin"

"No! I mean... I can't. I'll... give me a bigger goblet. I'll fill it twice! I don't want to show my body to these snakes."

"Miss Granger, the greatest wizard ever known one said: If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?"

"Who said that. It's beautiful"

"You did, Miss Granger. In my vision, after defeating the bad guy, you inspire thousands of young wizards with your wisdom." He had actually read that this morning on his quote of the day calendar, but it was the thought that counted.

Hermione sighed. "All Slytherin... bloody hell."

 

 

Later...


Hermione barged in the professor's study, crying yet again. She seemed in worse shape than the previous evening, however. Her knees were scraped, cum had been wiped off her face but plenty remained, and in her hair and on her shirt... In fact, her shirt was completely soaked as if Hermione had just been competing in a wet t-shirt contest. The full contour of her breasts complete with aureola and nipples was fully visible through the now transparent fabric.

"Professor I had it, I swear! He pretended it was an accident but i know it was on purpose. And they all laughed. and..."

"Slow down, dear girl. Start from the beginning"

Hermione took a few deep breaths, wiped her nose and tried again more slowly and comprehensively.

"I went down to the Slytherin bathroom around lunch time. I had no class in the third period so I figured I would get it all over. There was a few boys in there... I told them about  our arrangement..."

"What did you say exactly?"

"I said... That if they gave me their cum I would show them my knockers. They laughed it off but when they saw I was serious they accepted. So I opened my shirt and placed the goblet between just like you showed me."

"Show me how you did it"

"Just like we did this morning"

"Show me. Maybe you weren't doing it right"

Hermione flicked her arms up in exasperation and got on her knees, she winced as they touched the floor, they had spent hours today on a hard ceramic floor. After undoing her shirt's buttons, which were now holding by a thread, she peeled the thin wet slimy cloth off of her chest. She then nested the cup in between her juicy mammaries and squeezed them together around the stem. There was nothing wrong with her technique, Albus was ready to burst just looking at her, it would surely work on a perverted teenager.

"Very well, what happened after?"

"It went OK at first, they called me names but I just ignored them. They did their part of the arrangement and came in the goblet."

As she was talking, Hermione pulled the goblet out of her cleavage and set it down next to her. She was about to attempt buttoning her shirt again when Dumbledore stopped her.

"Don't bother, Miss Granger. Let's rectify your mistake while you tell me about your day to save time."  He pulled out his cock and began stroking it, his gaze well below her face. Hermione was a bit insulted that Dumbledore was going to jerk off while she poured her heart out, but it was going to happen anyway and she desperately wanted a shower so any time-saving was good.

"The first one who finished left the bathroom right away and came back with like six more students including that evil little cockroach Draco Malfoy, who turned everyone against me!"

"What did he do?" Dumbledore was half listening for now but he wanted Hermione to get to the juicy parts.

"He walked over saying 'are these full of mud too, Granger' and pinched one of my nipples and jiggled my breast with it. I told him to stop and to just look, but he wouldn't listen and by trying to move away I spilled everything I had gathered so far. One of the boys said he was about to cum and Draco told him to do it on my face. There was so many of them at this point, I wanted to leave but I was surrounded. They all came on my face one after the other. Then one of them noticed i wasn't wearing anything under my skirt so they lifted it and called me a mudblood slut.  I kept my legs together as hard as i could but I was paralyzed, my hands were holding the goblet, i couldn't see anything... There was so much cum on my face. All I could do was close my eyes and let it drip in the goblet and endure the pain and humiliation of all these snakes playing with my breasts like they were toys.

"So far your day sound very productive. There's nothing wrong with letting boys fondle you while they are trying to reach climax. It's perfectly natural and it facilitates the whole process. Perhaps they weren't gentle enough to start with, but it can actually make you feel good, as well. Here let me show you.

"Professor I'm really not in the mood, right now."

Albus wasn't listening, He saw an opening and he took it, but, true to his word, he kept it pleasant. He had one hand on each of Hermione's stress balls and was rubbing and massaging them slowly, often letting go of his grip just to feel the softness of her milky skin rubbing the palm of his hands.

"What happened that ruin your day afterwards?"

Hermione was furious at the professor using her in while she was so vulnerable but compared to how Draco and his stooges were handling them earlier, this was barely anything to complain about. She tried her best to ignore it.

"Well, I couldn't see anything because of my face caked in snake venom, but when the goblet felt heavy enough to be full, I set it down to wipe my face. It was full, professor, I swear! When I could open my eyes again the goblet was gone. Malfoy was holding it. He said 'looking for this'. I was so mad. After all I let them do to me... So I shouted for him to give it back. He said 'wow I didn't know you liked splooge that much, mudblood slut'. He said he'd only give it back if I came back to the Slytherin bathroom after fifth period."

Albus really needed to unload before she started part two of this delightful tale.

"I'm bursting, Miss Granger, open your mouth. "

"Wait let me get the..."

Dumbledore pushed the goblet out of reach with his foot.

"There's no time, Miss Granger. It's going to end up in your mouth anyway. Hold my cock and aim the tip at your open mouth."

Albus couldn't do the aiming himself as his hands were quite busy at the moment. Hermione didn't know why drinking straight from the source seemed a million times worse than through a receptacle interim, but what she dreaded above all, was to have yet another wad splashed on her face, especially since one of Dumbledore's magnitude would cover her from head to toe.  So, before it was too late, she held the monster dong with both hands, got her mouth as close as she dared and opened wide. For all the humiliation she suffered through today, this was the first time she touched one of these before... ever.  It was heavy and she could feel the blood roaring through the large sinuous veins.

She didn't have much time to form a proper opinion on what it felt like to hold. Dumbledore squeezed her teats as hard as he could as his first spurt landed right into her throat. Hermione almost choked but regained her composure and adjusted the angle quickly enough for the rest of the load to pool into her mouth instead. She had to constantly swallow to keep her mouth from overflowing. Her cum-chugging experience meant she did not need to close her mouth every time she needed to swallow, she just needed to open up her gullet. Her breast were starting to hurt badly after a while, but she couldn't warn the professor with her mouth constantly filling. Besides, he was in another world right now and she doubted he could hear her.

When the flow started to slow down, he released his grip. The relief came just as the pain was becoming unbearable and the flow of endorphins triggered her second orgasm of the day and of her life. The first had happened that very same afternoon. She had not gotten that far in the story yet. She debated skipping that part entirely, but she was in no mental state to come up with an alternative believable story.

"I think we can do one more if you are up for it, Miss Granger. Your hands are already there, just move them up and down."

Hermione was not up for another round. But she was so embarrassed about her  little accident, that she played along hoping Dumbledore didn't notice anything. She started moving both hands clumsily along the shaft of Dumbledore's meat. It was so wide that one hand wasn't even close to wrapping completely around.

"So what happened after, dear"

Hermione snapped out of her post-orgasm trance and tried to recall this afternoon's incident.

"I tried to clean up best I could before going to class. The girls were pointing and giggling so I probably had some left in my hair. I went back to the Slytherins after fifth period, like I said I would. There was easily a dozen snakes waiting for me there with Malfoy standing in front of the goblet. I could see that it was still full. I tried to defy him, I said "I came, give it back" And he twisted my words around!"

Hermione started sobbing again but was still mechanically rubbing his erection.

"He said 'you haven't come, yet.' He lifted my skirt and before I pushed it back down he saw and said 'still keeping it breezy, Granger. You're definitely the biggest whore at school'. But it wasn't my fault! I didn't have time to change, I was about to miss my class. Then he said 'Rub one out while we paint your face again, mudblood, and I'll give you back your precious juice.' I didn't know what he meant but I opened my shirt and got down on my knees, I figured that's what he wanted. People started  playing with themselves and playing with my titties again. When he saw I wasn't doing anything, Malfoy called me a dumb slut and explained that I could go only after I had a orgasm. I didn't know what to do, but I really wanted to leave so... I did it.

Dumbledore felt like Hermione was omitting some particularly interesting details. He was massaging a nice pair while getting a tug, the only thing that would make it better was if his plaything shared more embarrassing moments.

"You did what? How did it happen? I can't help you if you keep secrets from me, Miss Granger"

"I... I started to touch myself in my private place. It didn't feel good, not at first. Everyone was still calling me things like minger and cum-rag. I was trying to think about nice things but nothing was happening.  But the longer the ordeal lasted the more stressed I became and something was building up inside me so I let it happen. Then it felt like I had to pee real bad and my mind just blanked and everything was alright for a few seconds. What is wrong with me, professor?

"It's perfectly normal, my dear." Dumbledore said dismissively. He had his own thing going on. He was about to erupt again. Hermione got her queue to open her mouth from a harsh pinch and twist on her nipples. She tried to resist the urge but her hand instinctively dropped to her crotch for a head start. Once again the pain of Dumbledore's grip exponentially rising for the eternity of his unloading was flirting with her sanity. As if he knew her tolerance with pinpoint accuracy, when in reality he did not pay any attention, Hermione's drift from consciousness coincided almost perfectly with his switch from painful twist to soothing caress. She was snapped back to reality in time for one last swallow and by her third orgasm.

"Miss Granger... Miss Granger. What happened next?" Albus slapped Hermione with his limpening cock and she jumped to attention.

"Where was I again?" she asked. Five minutes ago felt like hours.

"You came"

"You could tell? I'm so embarrassed" Hermione buried her face in her hands.

"I meant in your story, but yes I've noticed twice now. As long as it doesn't distract you from your duties..."

"So after I manage to... perform, Malfoy said some more insults, I wasn't really listening. I got up and as he was handing back the cup he PRETENDED to trip and emptied the whole goblet all over my shirt. "

"Well, PRIC is a result-oriented system. I'm afraid you'll have to be punished regardless of whose fault it was."

"Professor, surely I've suffered enough today and my bottom is still so tender from yesterday."

"I'll make you a deal, Miss Granger. I'll try to get creative with my punishment so we avoid spanking today."

The slightest touch on her bum still gave Hermione a surge of pain. Surely anything would be better than another spanking right now so she accepted. When asked to 'assume the position' however, she wondered if Dumbledore would keep his promise. There wasn't much else he could do to her while she was laying on his desks, her legs dangling in the air and her pantie-less butt feeling the draft in the room.

Albus started massaging her rump like he did this morning, only without any magic oil, which Hermione thought was quite ineffective especially in a school where broken arms could be mended in seconds. While almost as bad, it wasn't spanking, so she had that going for her which was nice. Only, Dumbledore was getting dangerously close to.... Dumbledore's thumb pried the entrance of Hermione's anus and she intuitively tried to kick herself off of the desk but Albus had her pinned down.

"Professor, no! not there!"

"You're right Miss Granger, I guess that's inappropriate. I'll go back to the more traditional approach. Albus let loose the strongest slap he's ever given. He really wanted to show Hermione what her options were. She squealed then sobbed...

"Please, please, OK you can do it."

"Do what?"

"You can... play with my butt."

"Very well, let me know if you change your mind."

There was almost nothing he could do now that would make Hermione change her mind. Her asshole was his to do as he pleased. He started by stretching the rim a bit by pressing down with his thumb, then, when he got bored, Albus pushed all of it in.  Hermione was biting her lip, not wanting to show how uncomfortable she was for fear of Dumbledore changing punishment.
He moved his thumb up and down inside her, feeling the warmth and contractions. The stress of the invasion resulted in an iron grip on Albus's thumb, which worked against Hermione when he started pulling it out half way and back in.

With each thrust, Albus tried to push deeper. When he finally reached the limit of how far his thumb could penetrate, he started looking around the room for an object to help out. The perfect implement was right under his nose, tucked into Hermione's left thigh-high sock.
 
"What do we have here?" Dumbledore said while pulling out Hermione's wand from its hiding place.

"My wand, sir?"

"This is where you need to keep this from now on, Miss Granger."

It wasn't until he pushed the tip against her loosened bumhole that Hermione understood where he was going with this. There was a serious debate inside Hermione's mind weighing the potential spanking and having to keep the symbol and instrument of her wizard powers inside her rectum. As the wand progressed through Hermione's anal cavity, the decision to rebel became more and more pointless. Soon after, Professor Dumbledore was pushing the other end with his thumb making sure the entire thing stayed deep inside. Hermione's wand was 10 and 3/4 inches long and the tip was poking her colon. She wasn't sure she could spend an entire day like this...

The dragon heartstring inside Hermione's vine wood wand suddenly seemed to realize where it had ended up, and it was not happy. Dumbledore still had his thumb up Hermione's hole and he could feel the stick vibrate and heat up. He had to fight his reflex to pull out when the damn thing zapped his finger.

Hermione was handling the adverse reaction fairly well. She was going through yet another orgasm. Her body was spasming violently and Dumbledore had to work extra hard to keep her against the desk.

As her frenzy subsided, so did the wand's uprising. Dumbledore waited a few more minutes and removed his thumb. Still disoriented by the strength of her orgasm, Hermione expressed her first thoughts about the the whole wand situation: "I need my wand for class, headmaster."

"Of course, do not hesitate to take it out. Just make sure you put it back when you are done."

"I'd like to go take a shower now."

"Why don't you leave your clothes with me, I'll have them cleaned for tomorrow."

"Thank you, headmaster. Can I borrow robes for the way back?"

"No I'm afraid that's impossible. Oh and Miss Granger? Use the boys showers please. You might make new friends."

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Chapter 4 - Day 4 - The broom wrangler's new clothes

BY Krombomich

Albus sighed.

"Miss Granger, what is it you are wearing?"

"Oh, it's my nightgown. You took my uniform to wash yesterday, remember?"

"What were you wearing when you left my office yesterday?"

"Nothing sir, thank goodness it was so late. I think only the hallway paintings saw me running to the Gryffindor tower. The fat lady was quite shocked."

"You don't seem to be getting my point, Miss Granger. Take this abomination off immediately and throw it in the fire"

Hermione laughed until she met the serious gaze of Dumbledore, who was being quite literal. Before taking off her nightgown, Hermione asked: "Can I have my uniform, sir?"

"We'll get to that later, Miss Granger."

"Yes professor." Hermione replied with a sigh, understanding the implications.

She had a brand new pair of underwear on. Albus thought of having her take them off along with the rest but he doubted she'd agree to wear the new uniform he just bought for her without them. He could still get off just by admiring her thigh gap and the subtle outline of her perfect innie slit through the white fabric.

"Did you shower in the boys washroom like I instructed?"

Hermione blushed. "Yes, sir"

"How did it go? Did you make friends?"

"Y...yes. I made two friends.  They were surprised to see me there. They told me I had the wrong shower. I told them I wanted to be here. They took that to mean I needed help, I guess, to... wash myself. They were very... handsy, but not like those Slytherin perverts. Gryffindors have class. They soaped me up, and washed me, spend a lot of time washing my... breasts then between my legs. When they started trying to slide fingers inside me, I got down on my knees and used the hand technique you showed me. They went in my mouth, i swallowed and we went our separate ways. It felt good to be in control. Honestly, professor, if it was always like this I wouldn't mind at all."

"I'm glad to hear that, Miss Granger. But there is always room for improvement. Come, sit on my desk I will show you a new method you may want to use today."

Hermione casually walked towards Dumbledore's desk. She was no longer trying to cover herself up in front of him. Albus lost his train of thought watching her breast bounce lightly with every step.

"Errr, right. Let's see here." Dumbledore opened his robes and exposed his member, already ready for action. He usually towered over Hermione, who was used to the view of his dick from below while kneeling, but with her sitting on his desk, the tip of his long tool standing upright stopped at her chin.

"We call this a boob job. It's quite popular." Albus let his meat fall between Hermione's breast. She shrieked.

"I don't think I like this method, professor" Hermione said as Dumbledore started massaging her breast as he's done before but also pushing them together and rubbing his junk on her chest.

"Really Miss Granger? This way you keep your hands clean. Unless you're pressed for time, then you can use your hands to prepare two other boys. Now when I come, I want you to put your lips on the tips so nothing spills."

"Professor, this is where I draw the line. I know it's called a blowjob and it's something I will NEVER do to you or anyone. Let me go, I have classes."

"I thought you'd be happy to not have to carry a big goblet around again that this Malfoy fellow can knock out of your hands whenever he wants. "

"No... no more goblet"?

"If you put your lips on the tip and you don't let any spill, I will trust your word on the quantity you've ingested."

"That would make it so much easier" Hermione said still weighing the pros and cons.

"Better decide fast, Miss Granger, I'm coming."

With her mouth slightly higher than the tip and her breasts in Albus' vice grip, Hermione had two choices: seal her lips around the tip of his cock or get blasted in the face by half a liter of cum hours after her shower and before a full day of classes. She closed her eyes and gave it a kiss. Hermione was used to swallowing cum from above. It was harder from this angle. She had to actively suck the cum to the back of her throat before swallowing. She had learned from all the cum drinking sessions that it's not a good idea to wait for your mouth to be completely full before swallowing. You have to get ahead of the flow.

"That's it, Miss Granger, keep sucking. Drain my balls of every drop."

Hermione thought the professor was on to something because she felt several more mouthfuls of cum pass through with this method.

"Keep sucking I have another one in me"

To Hermione, her lips were already tainted by the touch of a man's genitals/ There was no reason not to continue other than missing out on preparing for class. Her head was bobbing up and down to Dumbledore's strokes in the fleshlight he created himself with her breasts. Hermione could feel the warmth of his skin and the ridge of his veins. She was quite used to having her breasts played with by now and this wasn't all that different. At least that's what she convinced herself of.

While Dumbledore was replenishing his reserves, he decided to have a chat with his star pupil.

"So, my dear, how many loads would you say it took for you to fill that goblet."

Hermione took a break from her suckling to say: "Just one sir".  That was the first time Dumbledore heard her make a joke. She winked and smiled, before getting back to her task, the cuteness of which accelerated Dumbledore's build up by several minutes.

"I meant students, you little minx"

"About twenty I'd say" Hermione was grossly understating the amount to give herself a break. Her studying had taken quite a hit these past few days.

"Today I want you to swallow forty loads."

"Sir, I don't have time.."

"Fifty"

Hermione rolled her eyes and put her lips back in place. She spent the rest of the session glaring at Dumbledore with annoyance, which he enjoyed.

After ten more minutes of sucking and bobbing, Dumbledore rewarded Hermione's patience with a batch of freshly brewed semen, which she gulped down expertly.

"I want to try one more position before you go."

"I don't have much time, professor!"

"Well then you better not waste it arguing with me. Lay down on my desk facing up."

Hermione didn't like where this was going but it needed to happen fast for her not to be late. Once she climbed and laid down on his desk, Dumbledore pulled her towards the edge until her head was no longer supported. He placed his cock between her breasts once again but with Hermione's head almost being between his legs. Hermione felt uncomfortably close to Dumbledore's heavy ball sack. She had glanced at it in the past but from a reasonable distance thanks to Dumbledore's impressive size. When Dumbledore began his back and forth after getting a good grip on her perky owls, Hermione's worries concretized and  his wrinkly scrotum holding testicles the size of her fists started slapping against her face.

"I definitely don't like this one" Hermione said, turning her head as much as she could but still getting a faceful of balls every second.

"If you want this to be over quickly, Miss Granger, I suggest you put your hands to good use."

Hermione now had a multitude of reasons to get out of this reverse boobjob, so she grabbed the base of Albus' cock and rubbed as best she could while trying not to get distracted by the ball slaps until Dumbledore released her breasts and backed a foot away. Without hesitation she used her hands to position his knob to her mouth and took another load. Swallowing while upside-down was quite a challenge that left a burning sensation in her nose from cum invading her nostrils. When Dumbledore backed away, Hermione quickly turned over and climbed off his desk.
 
"My uniform, please, I have to leave now"

"Of course, Miss Granger, fresh from the wash."

Hermione put the shirt on first, or at least tried to. It was even smaller than the one from before and only the bottom two buttons had any chance to be buttoned. At its best effort, the shirt barely managed to cover her nipples. The inside of her areloas and her full magnificent cleavage was exposed.

"Oh no, professor it shrunk!"

"I'm so sorry dear, I can't get anything right. "

"Oh rats, I think the skirt shrunk too! Hermione said as she held it up.

Hermione tried the skirt on, it still fit her minuscule waist perfectly but the length was now short to the point of the bottom of her underwear being visible from almost any angle. Had she seen it in a store, Hermione would have thought it a wide belt.

"It's still fine, Miss Granger.  You better hurry to class."

Hermione was starting to tear up. The idea of being late to class seemed more humiliating than having to wear these quasi-clothes. Besides, being late would only draw attention to her. But, before she could leave, Dumbledore imparted her with today's challenge.

"One of each house at least again."

"Of course"

"And a teacher"

"I had you three times this morning, professor!"

"A different professor. Carry on."

 


Later...

 


Hermione returned late in the afternoon, cheery for once. Other than her socks ripping at the knees, she didn't seem to have been mishandled today.

"Good afternoon, professor."

"Back so soon, Miss Granger? I take it your day went well"

Yes sir, I had a Ravenclaw and Slytherin between morning classes, spent all lunch and free period in the Gryffindor tower where I well-exceeded my quota and managed to seduce a shy Hufflepuff on my way here. I've been dying to give you a blowjob, headmaster. May I?"

"You never have to ask, Miss Granger."

Dumbledore stayed in his chair but swiveled right to give Hermione plenty of space. She was oddly enthusiastic. He barely had it out that she was suckling on the tip, sliding her tiny hands all over the shaft and rubbing her breast against his pole.

Albus closed his eyes for a long orgasm. He wanted to focus on the sound of Hermione swallowing his load, mouthful after mouthful. He never got tired of that sound. When he was finished, to make sure she stayed for another go, he grabbed her hair and kept her in place. He waited for her to start licking and sucking again, making sure she got the message, before releasing her. Hermione didn't go anywhere. She went back to her strangely motivated behavior, now massaging his balls. Albus had a feeling that she was trying to distract him from the fact she had not completed her bonus assignment today. Perhaps she thought this would get her out of a punishment. It wouldn't, but it was a good occasion for him to push her boundaries.

"You're getting really good, dear girl" But you should try getting deeper.

Hermione took her lips off his cock for the first time in 10 minutes only to ask: "Deeper?".

"Here, put your mouth on again. I'll show you."

Hermione obeyed, her fake lust now dissipated by the fear of a new, potentially painful experience. Dumbledore then pushed hard on the back of her head. Her gagged cries were almost intelligible "nuh nuh it whuht ghu"

"If you stop tensing up, it will go."

Dumbledore could feel he was making some progress; Hermione's mouth was stretched to a ridiculous extent, but there was so little left of his head to go that he gave a big push. She actually looked relieved when the thickest part of the head found its way in, giving the stretched corners of her lips a relative respite.

"Much better, continue Miss Granger."

Hermione looked at him with puppy eyes. When Dumbledore had no reaction, she tried resuming her blowjob to the best of her abilities. Sucking with her entire mouth completely invaded was a different adventure. It was more about contracting her throat as if she wanted to swallow it whole. Of course, something that big could never get past her tonsils, but the suction did create a guttural sucking effect, the rhythm of the sloppy clicking sound of her throat opening and closing was only interrupted  by an occasional slurp of the saliva and precum threatening to drip out of small openings in the corners of her opened mouth.

Hermione gagged hard when Dumbledore released again, but there was nowhere for the cum to go but down her throat. With tears rolling on her cheeks, Hermione tried her best to keep sucking. She had swallowed so much cum today that there was no room left in her stomach. But it would all be worth it once a relaxed and tired Dumbledore would dismiss her for the night without a torturous punishment. She tried. She really did, but the courage needed to ask one of her professor if he could cum in her mouth just kept eluding her again and again at every opportunity.

Once the ordeal over, she tried to pull her mouth off of Dumbledore's glans but was stuck. She had given about sixty oral treats today alone, so she knew that, normally, a cock should start going soft by now. Albus had no normal cock. She counted the interminable seconds until she could plop it out of her mouth.

"A little deeper my dear."

Only the tone came through Hermione's response. It was obvious she didn't think this was possible.

"Well, Miss Granger, if you don't manage to put that tongue of yours on my sweaty balls, you'll receive today's punishment for failing at your task AND lying about it.

Hermione was more upset than anything about being called a liar. She didn't technically lie, but she was not in a position to argue semantics, or articulate words in general. Her choices were limited. It's not like Albus' monstrous phallus would ever make it an inch farther.  She figured she should check the checkbox of making an attempt. Perhaps trying was all that Dumbledore wanted to see, given the ridiculousness of his request. So, she jammed the tip of Albus's prick to the opening of her throat and gagged hard on it. Even coughing properly was impossible. A few more attempts had the same results. She waited for Dumbledore's response.

"I guess I'm being unfair, this is not something that you can do..."

Hermione's eyes smiled with relief

"...on your own."

Dumbledore grabbed the hair at the back of her head and used his cock head as a battering ram for her throat. It was a bit like Hermione's attempts but a lot more powerful and completely ignoring her choking. Hermione was too busy gasping small breaths between gags, she didn't even notice that Dumbledore was successfully remodeling her passage. Before long, Hermione had ten inches of dick moving in and out her throat. She still had quite a few inches to got, but that was the last thing on her mind. Right now, she wanted to breath again.

"Relax, my dear. Just relax and it'll be OK."

Missing oxygen had a negative impact on Hermione's relaxation... at first, but when her head started to be a bit light, her throat loosened and a sliver of air squeezed to her lungs. She had to inhaled through her nose with unusual effort but it was enough to keep her alive, conscious even, for now.

"I gave you a good start, Miss Granger, how about you take care of the rest while I take it easy for a bit. Albus slid his hands down between his wide open legs and her head to reach her supple jugs to casually jiggle and squeeze. He sat back and had his fun, while Hermione was thinking of a way out of her predicament. She never thought she would get this far to begin with so she tried pushing a little bit, just to see. It moved. Not much, but it was something. The next attempt made her gag, which was the worst thing to do in her situation. It took a minute for her throat to settle down and start letting in an almost negligible amount of air again. She came seconds away from passing out. She would have to be more careful in the future.

"Times up, Miss Granger, I'll begin your punishment. If you reach the end, we can stop."

No deliberate sound could escape her mouth at this point. All she could do was race to the finish before things got too intense.The theme of punishments had always been her ass but at least that was out of reach... Albus bent over and picked up something from the floor at the side of his desk.

"Ive been learning about Quidditch the past few days. It's a wonderful sport. They let me borrow this broom."
 
Albus grabbed Hermione's petite waist. He could almost wrap his hands entirely around it. He then flipped her up in the air. With a cock still in the throat, the gravity of the situation gave Hermione a couple of bonus inches on her task.

After ripping off Hermione's underwear, his next step was to insert the Nimbus 2000 unceremoniously right into her poop chute. The wood scraped against the wand already in there and the dragonstring sparked in protest. Albus was used to the wand's difficult nature and ignored it. Hermione would have screamed louder than she ever screamed in her life if she could of. Her eyes were doing the screaming, but they could only yell at Dumbledore's crotch in her current position. Her flailing legs  were at least an inconvenience to Dumbledore's efforts, albeit minor. He had the strength of ten men and she felt so weak, so small. Once the broom was at least as deep as the wand, Albus let go of Hermione entirely. Her legs swung back down and just as her knees were about to smash against the cold stone floor, a force from within her rectum pulled her up and kept her horizontal. The broom was levitating. Her entire lowerbody weight pushing down on her stretched and abused asshole.

"It works!" Hahaha" Come on broom, come to daddy."

The broom pushed forward. Hermione's eyes grew even wider. The wand poking her insides was one thing, but the sentient broom was trying to delve deeper into her colon. Dumbledore now had perfect access to her dangling teats and was squeezing them as one would milk a cow. Now that something was pushing in the other direction, sliding the cock out of her throat seemed even less plausible for Hermione than before. She could only go forward and her little gymnastic routine had gotten her so close to the finish line.

She grabbed the legs of the chair and pulled. Trying to match the painful thrusts of the broom, she tugged and tugged. Every tiny increment took several minutes. Taking air kept requiring more effort and she was getting tired just from breathing alone. Her eyes had been closed for a while now, trying to meditate, focusing on her breathing and her pulling cadence. Then she felt something tickling her face. It was pubes. Sweet wonderful pubes! She was about to double her efforts for the final inch when then rest slid right in with a plop. The head had cleared the opening of her stomach. Her face was now buried in Dumbledore's loins and he had chosen this moment to expel another round in her already bloated belly.

This was a brand new way for Hermione to experience Dumbledore's orgasm. She could feel every twitch, every pulse, every spurt flowing through the entire length directly in her stomach. That shameful feeling was overpowering her again, being used as a cocksleeve while anally mounting a broom was so degrading. She didn't feel like a champion. She felt like a slut who liked being used. She had only herself to blame for getting in this situation. Her hand reached her pussy and she managed to join Albus during the second half of his satisfaction.

Once she came back to earth after her orgasm, Hermione wondered while there was still a large cock all the way down her throat, a broom plowing her ass and hands milking her titties. She thought "When was this going to be over? What was it he said? Lick his balls. Right. Easier said than done." Her lips were already stretched to their limit, but as it was the final step, and now that her jaw had plenty of time to adapt, Hermione pushed her tongue hard between her lips and the flesh invader to create an opening. Once it reaches a hairy, wrinkly surface, she moved it up and down . She had done it.

"Wingardium LevioSA Wingardium LevioSA!" The Albus imposter was trying his hand at magic for the first time, having gone through the first few pages of a beginner's guide earlier. He was trying to get the broom to lift and flip Hermione back to the upside down position that made the insertion possible. Nothing was happening, other than the Nimbus continuing its relentless plowing.

Hermione, less annoyed by her situation than the improper intonation of the levitation charm, pushed a few fingers past the crazy broom and clawed at her wand, now deeper than ever before, eventually getting enough of it within reach to pull it out from her own ass.

Ghghgh ghghGHgh. Even that garbled mess was better than Albus's failed attempt. The broom was lifted in the air, taking Hermione with it until the angle was enough for the broom to pull itself out of her body entirely. This time she did crash on the floor. Dumbledore had slightly soften  by then and Hermione's throat gave birth to a slimy sausage before she fully collapsed.

"Miss Granger, wake up, please."

Hermione's opened her eyes, the room was blurry. "Levi-O-sa" she managed to say at a barely audible volume.

"Right, anyway. I hope you can put your new skills to good use tomorrow. You may leave."

She didn't forget her underwear this time but noticed Dumbledore had tore them up while getting them off of her.

"You can start wearing panties again when you fully complete a challenge, Miss Granger."

Only whispers came out of Hermione's bruised throat: "Professor my skirt is too short now; I need underwear."

"Then stop disappointing me, Miss Granger. Dismissed."

 

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Wow! I go on vacation for a week and someone got busy! I'll have to read this later when I have some time. Good job!

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Chapter 5 - Day 5 - The thrill-seeker


Hermione came back early to Dumbledore's office the next morning. She hurried to close the door behind her. Albus got a good eyeful of her bubbly behind before she turned around. He was pleased that she had, as instructed, neglected to wear undergarments, even if he knew her early visit was likely to avoid meeting students in her new and crotchless attire. Hermione's new skirt fell just short of covering the bottom of her pussy lips and barely covered half her posterior. It was endearing that after spending an evening getting her throat fucked and her ass violated by a magical broom, Hermione was still shy enough to cover her peeking cunt by folding her hands strategically in front of her uniform. This had the adverse effect of her arms pushing her breast together, ready to burst out of her flimsy shirt.

"How are we feeling this morning, Miss Granger?"

"Very tired, headmaster. I spent all night catching up on my homework."

"You are aware we are Saturday today?"

"Yes sir, I just had a pretty big backlog."

"I know how you feel, Miss Granger, how about we review yesterday's basics. How's your throat?"

"It's still pretty sore but..."

"Great, I helped you a lot yesterday, but you must do it on your own now. Students won't be so accommodating"

"Students are also less than half your size, professor. I don't think I can make that work"

"Very well, if you are not ready, we will train a bit more. Lay down on my desk face up."

Hermione wondered if she should have just tried to do as Albus asked. She was savoring every breath as she unbuttoned her shirt laying face up on Dumbledore's desk, knowing full well she would lose that luxury soon. It was a familiar position: her head off of the desk tilted back with a face full of Albus balls. This time, however, after groping handful of breast, Dumbledore backed away a foot or so to press the tip of his trouser wand on her lips and was angling it for entry. Hermione hesitated a little too long for his taste before opening her mouth so a pinch and pull, stretching her nipples upwards, got the job done... Hermione opened her mouth to shriek and Dumbledore shoved in.

Hermione's gagging was just as pronounced as yesterday but the entire fifteen inches of Dumbledore's superhuman wang forced it way with ease with all the stretch training her throat had endured. Soon after he was having a grand old time fucking the entrance of her stomach and roughly squeezing her juicy melons. Being upside down, Hermione's deepthroat breathing struggles were not helped by having the drool and precum of her mouth leak down to her nostrils and having great ball sack rhythmically press against her nose. Had she not learned from yesterday's mistake that relaxing her throat was of vital importance, she would have surely suffocated this morning. Even now, she couldn't help but tense up occasionally, being disciplined for her blunder in the form of a painful 5 minutes of internal coughing. Dumbledore didn't let those moments slow him down.

After the better part of an hour and two full loads directly to Hermione's stomach, Dumbledore released his grip on her breasts and slowly pulled out. He pushed back in a few times during the trip out for good measure, but eventually he stopped teasing Hermione and full ejected his long geniehood.

While she was still heavily panting and trying to keep herself from vomiting, Hermione received today's instructions.

"I'll give you a chance to fully redeemed yourself, my dear. Since there are no classes today, I want you to spend the morning visiting every male professor at this school and swallowing their power-infused discharge. Report to me at lunch. No excuses and no lies this time."

As much as she hated to admit it, this kind of ultimatum was the only way to motivate her enough for such a task. She buttoned the only two buttons she could and went on her way. Even if she wanted to complain, her voice was not cooperating right now. Hopefully it would come back before she had to convince the first professor to ejaculate in her mouth or down her throat. Then again, maybe it was better if she couldn't speak; she would surely mess things up if she tried to hard. Her exposed underside and belly-button-deep cleavage could probably do the talking for her.

 

Later...

 

"You champion has arrived!" Hermione exclaimed in a raspy voice barging into Dumbledore's office around noon.

"I take it things went well, Miss Granger"

"Yes, sir, I've taken care of every male professor at the school."

"Come empty my sack and tell me all about it"

Hermione got on her knees with zero hesitation as if second nature and began slurping on Dumbledore's knob. She could easily fit him in her mouth now that its ligaments had adapted to new standards.

"So who gave you the hardest time?"

Hermione plopped out the dick from deep in her mouth but kept stroking as she explained" "They all seemed eager to help *slurp slurp* but Professor Snape was the meanest, as expected. He stayed still and moved head *slurp* by pulling on my hair. *gag* *slurp* Professor Flitwick was nice but for such a little guy he had a gigantic penis. Almost as big as yours*gag* *slurp* *gag*"

"Haha well whaddaya know"

Hermione worked on her big project a bit longer then remember something that had happened this morning.

"*plop* Oh, professor? Did you tell anyone about my training and our plan to defeat You-Know-Who?

"No, of course not, my dear" Albus assumed that idiot Snape tried to get involved in his plan.

"It's a fellow student, Luna Lovegood. I crossed her in the hallway and she told me she was proud of me. That I was going to be a great champion. I played the fool, I swear. She said it made sense for the male essence of the prophecy to be sperm. She knew everything!

Albus was baffled by how a random student he never heard of could come up with the same nonsense he made up on the spot. He had to think fast.
"Hmm, this might be a problem. We're going to have to take care of her."

"I don't want to hurt her, professor! She's the only person in the whole school that's nice to me now"

"No, no, no of course we won't hurt her... but surely there is a spell or potion that can charm her into doing whatever I tell her to do. You know... so we can tell her not to blab about this to anyone and make sure she stays on our side."

"I would guess the Amortantia potion is a bit like that."

"Great, whip me up a batch of that once you're finished here."

"Hermione didn't like the idea of temporarily turning Luna in a mindless puppet, even temporarily, but on the other hand, she was just given an assignment by the great Dumbledore that didn't involve guzzling half a liter of cum from the students or faculty. She nodded her head, mouth still stretched around an enormous cock then resumed her bobbing and slurping. She couldn't wait to go to the library for her potion reasearch so she held the shaft tightly and used it as leverage to push as much as she could down her neck. She had to tilt her head slightly from side to side to pry the opening of her throat but once the gate was cleared, she managed to get halfway down Dumbledore's pole all on her own. As planned, Dumbledore couldn't resist dumping another nutritious load down her stomach, which had started to bulge slightly from the sheer quantity of semen it now housed. That pumpkin pasty was such a distant memory now.

Hermione drained what was left in Dumbledore's hose and, with some effort, swallowed a final mouthful. Dumbledore barely manage to catch her before she disappeared out the door.

"When you're done with the potion, Miss Granger, there's one last failure you must redeem."

"Please don't say Slytherin, Headmaster."

 


Even Later...

 

Hermione was late. Dumbledore imagined that she still hadn't escaped the lineup of Slytherin students taking turn cumming down her throat. Nothing wrong with that, he thought, but he had gone far too long without feeling Hermione's warmth around his cock. He was going to have to steal her back for a moment. And so he did what any clandestine genie shapeshifter probably should not do: he left his study in search of his fuck toy.

Approaching the Slytherin chambers, Albus knew it was way too quiet to be hosting a blowgang full of jeering teenagers. Once inside, he saw why; the party was over. Hermione, her bare breasts and face covered in semen was lying on the wooden floor.... sleeping. What a terrible waste of time, Dumbledore thought, dozing off while his balls ached. From the looks of her larger cum belly, she had successfully filled her quota in an afternoon. He picked her up with ease and carried her back, still passed out, under his arm.  Thankfully, he only encountered corridor paintings asking if the girl was OK. He ignored them. Once in the safety of his office, Albus dumped Hermione face down on his desk. He cared little whether she deserved a punishment or not, tonight was the night he would penetrate the tight round ass that had been teasing him for days.

"Pro...professor... I fell asleep I'm so sorry"

"Don't worry your pretty head one more second, my dear. I'll make sure that won't happen again"

"What do you mean?" Hermione replied, still groggy from her cum-fueled nap.

"I'm learning so much about quidditch these days. I think you and this little guy will become good friends"

Dumbledore was opening a crate during his cryptic explanation. From it, he released a walnut-sized golden ball. Hermione might have objected to him pulling her legs apart but she was completely lost as to what was going on behind her. He presented the golden snitch, resting in the palm of his hand, to the sweet aroma of Hermione smooth pussy. It began twitching. He pushed the thumb of his other hand against the right fold of her vulva, revealing the juicy pink contents and a minuscule virgin hole in her hymen. The golden snitch's feathered silver wings wings began to unfold.

The touching of her precious orifice woke Hermione right up, but it was too late to close her legs, the snitch's wings were already tickling the inside of her thighs as it was was fluttering towards her enticing slit. When it reached the entrance there was no chance of stopping. It launched itself in, its round head widening the small opening before breaking through Hermione's last bastion of innocence. Hermione's pain and shock lasted but a moment, the snitch vibration and the wings fluttering against her pristine inside walls... this new sensation was driving her crazy. In mere seconds her mind turned blank, her eyes rolled back and her spine arced. She remained tensed like an upside down bridge for as long as Albus could hear the snitch buzz around inside her. He was about to lose patience and push ahead with his plan when the snitch finally calmed down a bit and Hermione turned from tensed to twitching and was breathing if she had forgotten to do so for the past 5 minutes.

Albus raised his voice knowing he was talking to someone mentally far away: "I don't think sleeping on the job will be an issue from now on"

Hermione had a huge, stupid grin on her face. She had every reason to be angry at Dumbledore for taking her virginity with a game accessory that might deprive her of a proper night's sleep for the rest of the school year, but, in this exact moment, she had no complaints. The soft humming of her new tenant was keeping her right on the edge even after experiencing the orgasm of a lifetime.

"Now there is still the matter of your punishment"

"There's no need, professor, i stopped counting after I sucked out seventy loads of venom from those Slytherin snakes". She still hadn't managed to get rid of her goofy smile of contentment.

"Yes but you were late. And I spoke to Snape, he said you spilled some of his load on the floor and refused to lick it up". That part he made up, but it sounded like something Snape would complain about.

"He's lying! ahh-" At the very end of her objection, the snitch inside began stirring again and she braced herself for another ride.

"I don't want to play He says, She says, Miss Granger. Besides, you might even enjoy this punishment in your current state. Consider it an alternate way to get your dosage"

Hermione was already gone from this mere mortal plane. Her first orgasm was eerily quiet but, this one had her moaning loudly, the winged magical object that was traveling up and down her vagina was doing a number on her sanity.

All that time spent brooming Hermione's back hole into submission meant little while Hermione's sphincter was clenched tight from her orgasm paralysis. Yet, with her soft butt-cheeks a perfect fit for his hands his he was happy to just spend a few minutes squeezing and spreading them apart while lubing up her puckered hole with his precum-dripping tip. When the snitch gave Hermione another break, he took full advantage of her extra relaxed state of body to push himself forward while pinning her down by digging his fingers hard into his handful of buttocks.

The nimbus preparation facilitated the entry but his girth was much bigger than a broom handle. However, Hermione's cries of pain and cries of pleasure slowly started to meld until it was impossible to tell which was which. If she passed out from the pain of her bowels being dilated to the size of a beater's bat, she was immediately woken up by an earth-shattering orgasm. Once she passed out from that, the careless ramming into her strained asshole snapped her back immediately, in turn. Once he had a foot of cock up her ass, Dumbledore could feel the snitch along the whole length of his trusts. He was filling her so completely that even from the adjacent canal, he could make the snitch roll back and forth like using rolling pin on her most sensitive tissues.

It was a triumphant moment when he manage to bury himself balls deep into her protege's tight ass just as she came for the 6th time this evening, but it only marked the beginning. The night was still young and he has no intention of dismissing the poor Gryffindor until morning. The anticipation of a full night of ass fucking, the vibrations of the snitch resonating in his cock, the vice clenching of Hermione's colon and anus whenever she came... it was all so perfect. His first load inside deep inside the young witch was the biggest of his long life.

From that moment on, Hermione could feel the viscous substance slosh around inside her body as she was being manhandled. Load after load packed themselves deeper. Her stomach was filled to the brim with students' cum but she was beginning to understand what being full really meant.

To switch things up a bit, and to rest his legs momentarily, Albus sat back in his chair. He guided Hermione upright with hands on her slender waste, but he didn't have to, really. His cock was such a tight fit in the brunette's ass that he could probably walk around the room with her dangling in tow.

The trusty Nimbus 2000 was still by his desk. It came alive when Albus reached for it. He hadn't washed the handle since it last spent an evening inside Hermione, but she was in no position to care. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open for a long moan when he jammed the broom's neck down her own. Her throat had seen much worse but the element of surprise still made her gag violently. A bit of today's offerings spewed from her mouth and slid down her cheek. Facing away from her current lover made it impossible to communicate her increased state of discomfort even using her eyes. True to its magically imbued nature, the broom went downwards in Hermione's esophagus until he reached the finish line: the bottom lining of her stomach. Then it kept trying to go forward as it was the only thing it could think to do.

Another portion of the night was spent in that position. It was now Dumbledore's arms that were getting tired from lifting Hermione's ass up and down the bottom half of lengthy penis. She barely weighed anything to a man of his size, but the bulk of the lifting was against the vacuum grip of his sex doll's anus. He turned away from his desk, got up and let Hermione fall forward until the broom stopped her descent, keeping her torso levitating. At first, Hermione desperately tried to limit the weight her throat had to support by holding on to the bristles of the broom with her skinny arms. But, tired from hours of frequent full-body orgasms, it wasn't long until they fell limp and simply swayed back and forth to the motion of Albus and the broom's coordinated poundings. Morning was still many hours away.

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Holy Shit that was good! Please Please continue! :D BTW, what happened to the real Dumbledore?

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He was replaced by timecontinium anomally how i got it. We dont really know yet imo. You have to play a flash game made by a russian artist named Akabur on Patreon. It is free and you can google it easily. Always download it from the originsl source. 

 

 

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Chapter 6 - Day 6 - The half-giant and the new moon

 

BY Krombonich

 

 

The breaking dawn was Hermione's only clue as to how long she'd been skewered, her backfilled stomach and breast sore from an entire night of wobbling back and forth. Even since then, she had blacked out  a couple times from the never ending wave of orgasms slowly eating at her sanity so she couldn't know with certainty if classes were starting soon. It was Sunday and she did not have classes but her brain hadn't been keeping track of time too well lately. She tried to get Dumbledore's attention by blindly tapping his arm from behind but he was ignoring her. Thankfully, an unusual visitor landed on the window sill.

"Hoot Hoot"

"What is that thing!?"

Hermione wanted to answer "How could you not know it's an owl" but the broom handle was pressing hard on her throat, especially because of how heavy she had become over night. Dumbledore turned around swinging Hermione in a wide arc around the room, her head nearly avoiding the desk corner. Neither the firm clutch of her anus nor her wooden oral assailant gave her an inch from the centrifugal force

"It's holding a letter" An alarmingly clueless Dumbledore observed before nervously grabbing the envelope. "What is this? It looks like a child wrote it... oh my... well isn't that precious. Listen to this" Dumbledore began reading the letter while still performing disinterested thrusts into Hermione's ass by sheer muscle memory: "Dear Dumbledor, I herd Hermione been visiting teachers. I tot maybe she forgot me. But its OK. I forgive her. I think she is sweet and i like her very much but dont tell her that please. -HAGRID"

"Miss Granger, you said you took care of every professor but it seems you left out your secret admirer."

Hermione tried to gesticulate an answer.

"Fine, let me finish this load, then you can clean me up and we'll talk"

Dumbledore put down the letter and seized both of Hermione's thighs before splitting her legs wide and pulling her violently and repeatedly on his crotch. A dozen or so  painful stabs at her elongated colon was all he needed before adding another two cups of jizz to the fifty others. Dumbledore used Hermione's hair to pull her upright, something she found entirely unnecessary. He struggled yanking the enthusiastic broom out from her esophagus. Whenever it got away from him, it would spring back down with extra momentum, punching her guts.  When the reverse sword-swallowing finally completed, Hermione almost turned into a cum fountain but covered her mouth and nose just in time and let her contents flow back down.

Dumbledore pushed her forward so she would drop on his desk. He spread her cheeks while also pushing her against the mahogany edge as he began the laborious pulling of almost a foot and a half of still fully engorged flesh from her clinging butthole. Her anus was stretching outwards dangerously but the miracle of youthful elastic skin kept it practically undamaged. Expecting a deluge of his splooge from the soon-to-be-unobstructed hole, Albus raised Hermione's posterior until her knees reached the desk, this added just enough distance to eject the head from her strained backdoor with loud plop. He could see a pool of his night's work staring down her gaping cavity.

Before Hermione could remember what she wanted to say, Dumbledore went around the desk and pushed his dripping cockhead against her mouth. Hermione didn't want to clean up something that had spent the entire night sweeping her dirty chimney but having Dumbledore rub it all over her face wasn't much of an improvement so she eventually complies and opened wide. Hermione learned that the taste of her insides wasn't that horrible. She's had worse from particularly unclean students. Dumbledore's cock-washing turned into a regular face-fucking with happy ending. Hermione was counting the precious seconds during the final spurts eager to explain the Hagrid situation and get on with her day.

When Dumbledore was satisfied with the shininess of his rod, Hermione finally got a chance to explain her omission: "Hagrid is a professor but he wasn't technically 'at school' and besides, because he's half giant, I very much doubt that we're... let's say... compatible."

"Nonsense, Miss Granger. I can't believe you could be so half-racist. What is it that people call you... mudblood? How do you think poor Hagrid feels being judge for the size of his prick and not the content of his character. The only thing that would make this right, in my opinion, if if you offer something him special and unique, say your virginity, to this poor retarded giant."

"Professor!"

"Sorry, half-giant. Oh and, before you go, did you manage to make that special potion I asked?" Hermione's performed an instant 180 degrees from outrage to excitement. Homework, especially her homework, was her favorite conversation topic.

"Yes, sir, I followed the instructions perfectly. It looked cloudy at first but while the recipe called for mandrake root powder, I deduced that the school's samples must have been from an immature specimen, so I cast a petrificus spell to fortify the shavings before..."

"Yes yes very interesting, Miss Granger. Bring me the potion and the weird girl.

"Her name is Luna Lovegood, professor. And please don't call her weird; students make fun of her a lot. Call her Loony Lovegood. But she's very kind, I guess we're both outcasts her and I..."

"Miss Granger, did you know that you ramble when I keep my cock out of your mouth for too long. Bring potion. Bring girl. Go now."

Hermione really wanted to finish the story of how she saved the cloudy potion. Sometimes she wondered if Dumbledore appreciated her intellect at all or if he was just using her just to drain his balls.

 

Later...

 

"Wow I've never been in here before," Is that a real erumpent horn? "Luna soft-spoken voice echoed in Dumbledore's office.

"Errr, sure maybe. Miss Loony Luna I presume" Hermione glared at him. He had forgotten how boring the regular school uniforms were at Hogwarts, It was still possible to gauge a few details about Luna's physique. She was obvious not as well endowed as her classmate but the slim legs of this pale long-haired blond, still made his cock twitch in anticipation. She was pretty, too, a cute button nose and wide blue eyes. He had to stop imagining what he wanted to do to her before his intentions were betrayed by his bulge in his robe.

"It's so wonderful to shake your hand, headmaster." Luna looked like she was living in a dream.

"Miss Granger, I believe there is somewhere you should be right now. Don't forget to leave your homework on my desk."

"...yes, professor" This was Hermione's last chance to tell Luna there's been a big misunderstanding but she was also desperate to see how good her potion-making skills were. Amortencia was definitely for advanced students only. She put the potion on his desk. You could see the perfect mother of pearl sheen through the glass vial. "You only need to grade two drops of my homework. TWO DROPS..."

"Yes I get it, Miss Granger, good luck on your date"

"A date, Hermione? is it with Ron? I always thought you were so cute together" Luna cluelessly chimed in.

"No, she has a date with Haaaagrid" Dumbledore answered, making a penetration gesture with his fingers that Hermione hoped Luna didn't notice.

"Luna looked surprise but only for a moment. Her kind, genuine smile returned and she wished Hermione the best of luck of her date. She then went on to talk about nice restaurants in Hogsmeade but Albus gestured to Hermione, behind Luna's back, to go. As she closed the door, she heard Dumbledore ask Luna "Would you like to help me grade Hermione's homework?"

Hermione trek to Hagrid's cabin took longer than expected, 3 times she had to find an obscure corner to wait out a leg-weakening orgasm. Her friendly golden occupant had woken up and was rolling around inside her excitedly. She knocked on the massive door at high as her tippy-toes allowed, before asking herself why it mattered where on the door she knocked.  Hagrid opened the door. He was easily twice as tall as the petite muggle-born and a gillion times as broad. In a sad but adorable sight. In her week of debauchery, no one at school ever made any efforts courtship. Yet, there was Hagrid, wearing his cleanest least moth-eaten suit with a bow-tie and a bouquet of flowers, which Hermione now remembered seeing growing around his house. She blushed, forgetting, if only for a moment, that she was wearing a barely-buttoned shirt with a nipple slipped out and a cloth belt-like skirt that couldn't quite reach her pussy, still wet from her recent climax.

"These are for you"

"Thank you, Hagrid, they are beautiful"

"Oh, sorry come in" Hagrid stepped aside to let Hermione in.

"Hagrid, Your house is lovely as alwa....."

"Sweet, innocent Hagrid interrupted Hermione by grabbing her waist from behind with one hand and lifting her four feet in the air. Hermione dropped her bouquet from the shock. She felt Hagrid struggling to untie something with his other hand. Most likely his pants.

Eventually, he let go and sat Hermione down on a log. Hermione wrapped her arms around it not to fall and, only then, realized this was not a log made of wood but of flesh. She expected Hagrid to be big but was still shocked that she could actually lay down on it. With her small behind against Hagrid's belly, it rode all the way to her neck. Hagrid's hands now free, Hermione felt the fat thumbs of both his hands creep up between her buttcheeks. Once they were spread wide and gripped with his other fingers around her hips, Hagrid grinded Hermione forwards and backwards on her seat. Sliding on Hagrid's full-giant prick was rough at first.The final two valiant buttons of her shirt gave up after days of struggle and Hermione's unrestrained breasts did their best to enfold the pole between them.  Things got easier as Hagrid shaft moistened, mostly from Dumbledore's leftover finding their way out from the depths of Hermione's ass but also from Hermione's reluctant titillation.

Hagrid had an extra seven inches over Dumbledore, and the diameter to match. Hermione saw the pressing need to explain to Hagrid about the birds and bees and that sometimes, the bird is too big for the bee. She turned her head as far back as she could but was only a few words in when he let go of one half of her buttocks a placed a finger on her lips. "I want to tell you something too, Hermione."

The fragile witch was all about talking things out right now but as Hagrid began his confession, he carried her, hanging on his cock, to his bed nearby. Hermione hoped this was to be cozy for a conversation but with her luck recently...

Since the moment I saw you, my pretty princess, I knew we were meant to be together." Hagrid dumped his pretty princess unceremoniously face-down on the bed. Hermione thought the bed looked cramped and small in the corner of his shack, but now that she was lying in it, it really felt giant-worthy.

"When I herd you doing these nasty things to professors, I thought why does she not like me?" He spread her legs far apart to have room to get down on his knees behind her.

"But then I thought: ya know Hagrid, she did it with all those folks but not you. That means you're special. She doesn't love them like she loves you. She's shy with you." He pushed his bludger-size cockhead against her back side. Hagrid wasn't aiming anywhere in particular but Hermione's anus hadn't been able to close completely since last night anal marathon, so it took on the responsibility of welcoming Hagrid tip. As soon as he felt properly anchored, the colossal man leaned forward and pushed in with his whole body. Hermione was hit by sudden claustrophobia. Hagrid was  laying down on top of her, which buried her deep inside the mattress. Her arms and legs were also pinned uncomfortably under his weight. She could not move an inch and, with her nose squished, could only take smelly mattress-filtered breaths with her mouth. Her muffled screams we not loud enough to reach Hagrid and were a waste of precious air.

She had spent the last 8 hours getting loosened by Albus' dong and was now glad she did. Something had to give, and her ass slowly taking in the hulking smasher was a better alternative than her back breaking. However it did provide motivation for the hefty professor; he felt that, this time, there was a chance. This was going to be the girl he can finally fit all the way inside. Hagrid's ram remained solid as a rock while Hermione's soft ass was caving in. When the head pushed thought, Hermione's receding anal rim rolled back to its resting position and swallowed 2 inches of shaft instantly. If there was a chance for Hagrid to hear Hermione's scream it was now, but he either didn't hear or care.  Hermione tried to relax. She knew from experience that when full penetration was inevitable, fighting it made it a hundred times worse. As predicted, Hagrid was not satisfied with only destroying the entrance of his new girlfriend's miniature rear-end. With short but unyielding pushes, he began digging. Hermione's hole was collapsing inwards on the push and outwards on pull but always allowing a little bit more inside on each thrust.

"Oh Hermione, you feel so good" The deeper Hagrid went, the more weight was put on her back. She was one with the mattress now and also starting to become one with the half-giant's full-giant cock. Hermione passed out from the strain and only came back to as Hagrid gave a her a jolt of pain when he bottomed out on her insides. She now knew exactly how much cock was insider her: One Dumbledore unit (or five Ron units).That's the most her colon had been stretched so far in length. The extra girth made the sensation much worse, of course. She really needed to cum right now. Why wasn't the snitch making any attempts at taking her away to her special place, if only for a moment?  It was probably being pinned down along with the rest of her reproductive organs.

"Is this how deep you go, little doll? We're made for each other, I know we can fit together like pieces of a puzzle" Hagrid sat up on the bed, finally relieving Hermione of the hundreds of pounds of pressure on her back. No matter what came next, she was just happy not being crushed anymore. She was now able to get on her hands and knees. She looked down to notice in horror the outline of Hagrid's tool bulging out of her navel and stomach. What kind of puzzle had pieces that had to stretch this bad to fit each other, she thought. Hagrid grabbed her thighs. He was able to go all around them with his massive hands. His big belly now almost against her back, he had to make Hermione do a split wider than she could normally handle. The snitch was still trapped tightly from the distention of her inner walls but could now at least flap its wings.  That might be enough.

Hagrid felt it too, that gentle caress at the half-way point of his shaft. He thought it was the magic of love. Other than perhaps a slightly louder grunts, there was no warning before a fire hose activated deep inside Hermione's bowels. If it wasn't for the the iron grip on her thighs, she imagined herself flying off into the wall from the pressure. She felt two or three times the amount of Dumbledore's already plentiful discharge stream up her digestive track after hitting her extended colon in powerful spurts. The snitch was working its magic on her as well and, even understanding that this would give Hagrid validation, she let herself spasm along most of Hagrid's length in a debilitating frenzy.

"We are so good together, Hermione. Don't worry I will fill you completely."  It was inconceivable that Hagrid could have been gentle before, but his violent new pelvic thrusts were proof of that. Her insides, now lubricated from an industrial quantity of extra-think giant spunk, gave the probe a chance to complete the renovations to her large intestine that Dumbledore started. The closer he got to the finish line, the more her leg had to split apart around Hagrid fat belly. When she finally felt Hagrid's skin against her tush, she knew, at least, that it couldn't get worse. She was mostly right. Hagrid let go of her legs and got a new solid grip on her waist with only one hand. His other hand locked on her shoulder. Simply going from sitting on his feet to standing on his knees lifted Hermione up so her limbs couldn't reach the bed. He now had free reign over the impaled schoolgirl who was just happy to have her legs together again.

Hagrid began jacking off, convinced that his little human condom wanted it as rough as he did. Hermione spent most of day fading in and out around a cock beyond the human realm. The snitch was working overtime to wake her up as often as possible and a fresh quart of warm seed unleashed in her guts usually did the trick, as well. Her stomach filled up completely from the wrong end before noon and then had to continually expand to allow the afternoon's harvest. Hagrid went through a few positions: standing, sitting, laying down, but he was always the one in control of Hermione's hips movement. Agains such strength, she felt like a lifeless sex doll.

Laying on the bed with Hermione on top of him was Hagrid's final position as his movements started slowing down. Hermione tried extra hard to stay conscious from this moment on to not miss her chance at escaping. Hagrid's eyes were heavy. He continued to nonchalantly move her up and down the bottom half of his stick for another few minute then he came one last time, a blast that threatened to expel a mix of his initial loads out of Hermione's mouth. She made sure to keep everything in as to not spit anything on the sleeping giant. Once his ejaculation subsided, Hagrid began snoring loudly. Hermione waited for his cock to soften then dove forward between his legs and pulled herself free using the bed post. The sun was setting, it had been a trialing day but she was free at last. Free to run home... Maybe not run home in her current state but walk home... that did not work either. Her legs were shaky and unresponsive, made worse by the golden snitch stretching his wings, happy to have room to play again.

Hermione was so eager to get back that she only succumbed to her urges to cum twice on her way to Dumbledore's study. Its tower seemed like it had a lot more stairs when you were climbing them on your hands and knees. Halfway through the staircase she could already hear distant moans. She had completely forgotten about Luna. Taking the moans as a sign of distress, Hermione managed to get on her feet long enough to put all her weight into opening the door. What she saw made her fall right back to her knees.

Luna, completely naked, eagerly squatting up and down Dumbledore's cock, her pussy red with wear and her arm contorted to fit one of her own fists up her ass. Her tongue was hanging out, drool running from her mouth. The vial of Amortencia was half empty on the desk next to the depraved couple.

"Professor, what have you done? I said 2 drops."

"You weren't very clear, Miss Granger. Anyway, it worked didn't it She's my personal sex slave now."

"That's what you wanted? You probably gave her permanent brain damage!"

"You worry too much. She seems happy enough. We've been preparing a present for you all day. She's completely full, come have some."

Hermione crawled to Dumbledore's desk to see if there was anything she could do to help Luna. He noticed her temporary handicap and the trail of slime she was leaving across his floor like a slug.  "What happened to you, my poor dear?"

What do you think happened, professor? A giant has been pounding my butt since this morning!

"Half-giant, and I thought you were supposed to give him your virginity"

"You think I wanted this!? He just picked a hole."

"No need to get snippy, Miss Granger. He probably picked your asshole because it is a gaping mess, even more so now. Go see the nurse when we're done to get yourself fixed and tell her to teach you the spell to do it, too."

Hermione thought that was the first smart thing Dumbledore had said all day.

Dumbledore got down from the desk, his little cum slut still impaling herself vigorously. "Alright, get ready to put your mouth on her pussy when I pull out, we've got a big meal for you."

"What? I'm not going to do that. Sucking your cock is one thing, but I'm not attracted to girls!"

"Who said anything about being attracted to girls, Miss Granger. It's like drinking out of a goblet. Do you think your friend here is repugnant? Is that it?

Hermione didn't think Luna was gross at all. Her slender body and impossibly pale skin made her look like an angel. Her tiny pink nipples pointed up, following the slight curve of the breasts. They looked so soft; on the small side, but big enough to jiggle with the bouncing motion. Dumbledore pulled out to the last inch and gave Hermione a chance to position her mouth correctly. As soon as he plopped out, the flood gates open and Hermione had to swallow faster than she ever did before to not let it splash all over her. She already felt so, so full.

"Make sure you didn't leave any in there." Hermione wasn't worried about the quantity at this point, what's a few mouthful compared to the gallons in her stomach, but she knew what Dumbdore meant and, if she wasn't so exhausted, she would have enough willpower to refuse putting her lips on Luna's dripping pussy to slurp out the residual pools of jizz inside. It was a slight consolation to see that Luna enjoyed the experience thoroughly. Making a girl cum was an empowering experience, even if it meant adding some squirting juices to the already disgusting cocktail.

"One more to go, Miss Granger." Luna still had her hand uncomfortably angled inside her rectum and Hermione now understood why.

"I'm not drinking from there. You are out of your mind."

"Yet, you'll happily suck a penis that has been in your own ass, Miss Granger. Once again I ask: what do you have against this sweet girl?" Luna giggle randomly.

"Get it over with, right?"

"What was that, Miss Granger?"

"Nothing, professor" Hermione sighed.

Hermione got herself ready. Dumbledore gently tapped on Luna's forearm indicating it was time to relieve herself. A never ending flow of semen began pouring from her anus. Hermione had to cup her hands underneath to catch what her mouth couldn't swallow in time. The vast majority of it still found its way down her saturated stomach. She didn't wait for Dumbledore to tell her to drain the rest with her mouth. She wouldn't be able to stand his voice right now. So, with loud slurps, Hermione sucked up right from the source. When she removed her lips from Luna's gaping butt, the drugged girl hoped off the desk and joined Hermione on the floor. She was looking at her with hungry eyes and an adorable smile. She turned around and tilted her head back, her mouth wide open waiting for a share of the bounty.

"No Luna, you don't have to do this"

Luna spoke intelligible words for the first time this evening: "pleasepleasepleaseplease"

"I think she wants you to share" laughed Dumbledore

Hermione was conflicted. Would making Luna happy a good thing, even if it was the potion and her potentially broken brain that was making her want this? She still had a pool of Luna's ass milk in her cupped hands that she'd be happy not to have to drink. Hermione tilted her hands over Luna's mouth and watched her savor every last drop before swallowing, eyes closed as if she was enjoying the feeling of it sliding down her throat.

"Aww you guys are adorable" cheered Dumbledore.

This is wrong, professor. She needs  to rest. If we want her to have a chance to recover..."

"She'll be fine, Miss Granger. You worry too much. You've had a long day, why don't you relax a little bit. Loony. help your friend take the edge off."

Dumbledore picked up Hermione from by the armpits and laid her down on his desk in her familiar face-up position. She knew her throat would be getting a good dicking soon but just laying down was nice. Luna's head appeared from between her legs. She was giggling like a fool. The blond witch moved her head down and with the tip of her tongue, licked Hermione's love bud. She felt a shock wave pass through her entire body from a single momentary touch. Luna giggled again then dove in. The snitch, in turn, started stirring and the room started spinning. Luna was spreading Hermione labia with her fingers and using her tongue to lick, tickle and penetrate her secret garden in ways she would have never discovered herself. Not that she had any experience in the matter. The resulting orgasm was not tainted with shame, fear or pain. It was pure, unadulterated pleasure. She outright screamed until a large familiar object cut her moan short by plugging into her mouth. Dumbledore went straight down with no foreplay. His dick was slick with Luna's gush. It didn't slow down Hermione's orgasm at all. If anything, the mild asphyxiation made her head spin even more. She eventually reached a point where she couldn't tell what was turning her on more, the snitch's feathers flapping on her g-spot at 200 beats per second, the expert tongue of her friend Luna circling her clitoris, the rough breast massage and nipple pinches from Dumbledore's strong hands, or submitting completely to the thick veiny phallus fucking her stomach.

The horrible day she spent as Hagrid's fleshlight was fading away from her memory, but it all came back to her when Luna joined her right hand's fingers and inserted them in Hermione's sore and still gaping ass. She would have asked her to stop if she could. They had such a good thing going on, why risk ruining it? Yet, if she put aide her fears for a moment, Hermione could notice Luna was pushing in ever so gently. Nothing like Hagrid's violent disregard of her well-being.  Her slender arm was also a twig next to his tree trunk. The only thing that hurt was the rubbing of Luna's forearm on her red puckered anus but once Luna reached just past the elbow and stopped going farther, she proved once again that she knew Hermione more than she did herself. At this depth, Luna could still perform her oral duties and now the push against the inner membrane intensified all her efforts. Dumbledore kept breaking the stomach stretching record every 20 minutes by dumping a fresh new load but Hermione had no complaints. Everything that was going on, she wanted more of it.

Everyone was taking care of her and Hermione had but just one job: stay conscious to keep enjoying herself. It was, however, by far the toughest job. Trooper that she was, Hermione lasted over 3 hours in constant ecstasy before her brain had to temporarily shutdown from the sensory overload. She came to with a loud gasp for air and thick liquid gushing out of her mouth as if she washed ashore after almost drowning. Her throat and ass were now unobstructed but she could still feel Luna's agile tongue flicking her button and wonderful fingers rubbing all the right places. Hermione's view was a closeup of a young pussy. The lips were smaller than her own; just a tiny slit across a little mound. It was adorn with barely visible light blond fuzz and was dripping copious amounts of juices on her face. The pink insides flared in and out of view, clenching and gaping to the rhythm of the thick cock pounding the other hole above. Hermione could appreciate how pretty Luna's cunt was, but wasn't hungry for it, not in that way. However, she desperately wanted to make Luna feel the way she was making her feel... or at least try to.  Besides, with the parade of cock she'd been sucking, Luna's cute pussy would be one of the nicest things she had in her mouth all week.

Hermione awkwardly pressed her tongue on Luna's kitty and ran it from mound to taint. Luna immediately showed her appreciation with a soft ohhhhh and an increased flow of feminine discharge that rolled on her tongue. Hermione took the cue and persevered, trying to reproduce the movements and position she was herself experiencing.  Things continued until Dumbledore pried Hermione's head off her midnight snack and pushed it back against the desk. He pulled out of Luna and went straight into Hermione's mouth. Nothing of Luna's bothered her now, not even the taste of her ass on Dumbledore's dick. Albus alternated between all three cavities at his disposition. He'd either cum in Hermione's mouth or in Luna's cunt, so that afterwards he could focus on her ass while his cunt-fillings oozed out for Hermione to lap up.

Hermione wanted this moment to last forever, but when she started hearing birds chirping she realized the sun would be coming up soon and she definitely had classes today.

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Chapter 7 - Day 7 - Sharing is caring

by Krombomich

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Fighting against herself, Hermione was about to ask for an eight-hour break from the delightful sixty-nine session to attend today's classes. They were going to learn the Patronus charm in the defense against dark arts class this morning and she really didn't want to be late. As she waited for the dick in her mouth to alternate to one of Luna's orifices, an owl once again perched itself on Dumbledore's window-sill and hooted.

"This fucking guy, I swear" Dumbledore reluctantly pulled himself out of Hermione. She took in the minimum amount of oxygen then gave her new best friend a few parting licks before gently pushing Luna's tush aside. The mind-blanked nymphomaniac got the message somehow and stepped off of her. When Hermione sat up on the desk, her hair a mess of tangles, spit, cum and pussy juices, luna sneaked in between Hermione's arms for an embrace and began suckling on the closest nipple.

"The poor girl. This isn't right." Hermione though, suppressing the hypocrisy of having exploited an entire night of Luna's mental state.

Albus had finished reading Hagrid's newest badly-written letter. "Alright, Miss Granger, we're going to go back to that half-wit's place. I'll come with you to make sure you do it right this time and I'll have a chat with what I am to understand is your new husband about sharing.

"He's not my husband! Where did he get that idea? I can't go anywhere, sir, I have classes in less than an hour."

"Your training is more important than learning silly parlor tricks. If you disobey me, I can simply tell all the teachers to stop talking to you or to give you a failing grade. I am headmaster after all."

Hermione had voiced complaints in the past but this was the first time she really, really begged. On her knees, hands together, tears flowing.. "No sir please I can't miss classes. I'll do anything. I'll spend the whole class under the teachers' desks milking them dry. I'll double my quota!"

"These are all great ideas, Miss Granger, and you can implement them tomorrow. But today we need to settle this Hagrid misunderstanding that you caused. I don't want fat birds to bother me every morning."

Hermione pouted and sobbed. The prospect of technically losing her virginity to a half-giant wasn't even the worst thing about this whole situation. What if she fell behind on her studies...

"Loony, hope on, we're going." Dumbledore opened his robe and at the sight of his erect third arm, Luna climbed on top of the desk, wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered herself asshole-first on his rod. He closed his robes around her. Her slim figure merely showed as a few lumps. If her presence was betrayed, it would be from the little moans Albus tried to cough over. The three of them journeyed to the grounds. Hermione's shirt had all its buttons ripped of by Hagrid's brutish hands so walking down the corridors crowded with lucky students about to attend classes, Hermione had to keep one hand clutching shut what she could of her shirt and the other over the front of her pathetic skirt to cover her mostly exposed pussy. This left her missing a hand that she would usually keep to her backside, which the skirt failed to cover much at all.

They were welcomed to Hagrid's garden by an excited Fang who spent a few seconds sniffing Hermione's crotch then started barking, tail wagging, at Dumbledore sensing he was hiding a treat for him inside his robes. "Go in, I'll join you in a minute" Dumbledore told Hermione.

Hermione didn't want to see Hagrid again, but Dumbledore was right: it was time to tell him the truth. She wasn't his wife, she didn't even like him like that, or at all now. She was going through ways of letting him down gently in her head as she waited for him to open the door.

"Hermione! I knew you'd be back!" Hagrid picked her up from the homemade "Welcom" mat and carried her inside like a particularly light package.

"Hagrid, we need to talk"

"Oh, Hermione, I know what you want to say. I want a little Hagrid inside you as well.

"No!"

"Well maybe it can be a little Hermione, but she won't be so little HAHAHA" Hagrid laid Hermione down on the bed, face up this time. He wasn't even wearing pants today. He placed his long thick mast on abdomen reminding Hermione of how inapt her body looked at taking over 20 inches of 5-inch thick love muscle. She never had insertion training in this hole but Hagrid was determined to make it work. The only thing Hermione had going for her was Luna's gift of a having a still-wet pussy from the morning pie-eating. Hagrid pulled away and placed his large cock head against the young witch's virgin (disregarding magical flying orbs) pussy who, despite her anxiety, gave it a big welcoming wet kiss.

"You're going to kill me, Hagrid. Stop!"

"It's OK, I'll be gentle"

"It's not about being gentle..."

Hagrid didn't wait for Hermione to finish her lesson in physics and biology, he was pushing. He wasn't getting anywhere but the pressure was immense. Sensing danger, the snitch was fluttering furiously against the opening of her womb. That was a tight fit too but it had good chance to break through before Hagrid did.

"Hagrid!" Dumbledore shouted from the doorway.

"Head-Headmaster, I did not expect ya here too" Hagrid got up from the bed, his junk standing tall and in full view. He left Hermione alone to endure her snitch situation, which was doing a number on the entrance to her baby factory.

"I'm here to tell you, Hagrid, you cannot have Hermione for yourself every day."

"But she's ma wife"

"That very well may be, but she is also a student at this school and she has a lot of student duties to attend. Yes, that includes intercourse with other Hogwarts attendees"

Hermione chimed in: "Professor, didn't you want to clarify a certain misunderstanding?"

"I just did. Are we clear, Hagrid?"

"Yes sir... but... can I please take my wife.. today?

"Yes you may, as long as you promise to share."

"Of course, headmaster"

Hermione couldn't help it, without Luna here she had to touch herself. The snitch was trapped in the entrance of her uterus vibrating like crazy and the wings were caressing her in a most usual way. She never felt anything like it and was losing her mind.

"Looks like your wife is ready for us, Hagrid"

"She's pretty ain't she, Dumbledore"

"Yeah, she's alright"

As she was coming back from her orgasm, Hagrid picked Hermione from the bed and sat on it himself. He straddled her precariously on the very top of his cock. Behind her, the professor was opening his robes.

"Where is Luna, professor?" Hermione could really use her help right now and her blond lover was no longer impaled where she was.

"She's outside" is all that Albus told her.

The fresh juices from her latest visit to pleasure-land and the new vertical position gave Hagrid the edge it needed to anchor his tip. The snitch, sensing its impending doom, doubled its effort to break through to the deeper cave. Hermione was losing it again. When she tilted her head back to moan, strong hands held it in place, even pulling her neck back dangerously farther. Dumbledore had taken over the mouth side of this witch-kabob but he had an easy time sliding his slightly less colossal dick in her much more experienced throat hole. 

Hermione thought of how lost Luna must feel outside, her enamored master out of sight after drinking 50 times the recommended daily dosage of Amortencia potion yesterday. She had her own problems, thought, her little cunt was opening against all odds. When the snitch managed to breach her castle, she lost control again and yet another fresh squirt of lubricant all over the head of Hagrid's phallus allowed it to get swallowed up in her widened snatch. Albus was abetting the enemy by exerting force from the other direction. Now that her pussy lips had stretched enough to accommodate the thickest of Hagrid's girth, filling her entire love tunnel with meat was a only a matter of pounding. And pounded she was. The same animalistic frenzy that got Hagrid to go balls deep in her ass seem to have a universal effectiveness on any hole. He was using a strong grip around her chest to slam her up and down. The thumb and index of each hand was gripping the base of her breast with enough pressure from two fingers to turn them red. The rest of the digits of his large hands reached behind Hermione's back and kept her stable.

Once past the first foot of cock, Hagrid arrived at new roadblock. the snitch had already somewhat widened the passage to the next level, enough at least for the tip to line up with the opening. The pounding continued with a new goal: discover more vaginal real estate.

Hermione couldn't look down, her head was locked in place, her neck cranked way back and all she could see was testicles moving back then smacking her face, but with her hands she dared to feel the shape of her lower body. Her stomach was bloated with cum, that was nothing new, but under it was the shape of Hagrid's cunt-destroyer pushing outwards, stretching the skin. Soon the two cocks would meet inside her. What would happen then? The answer came sooner than expected. A particularly violent push dilated her cervix enough for her to fall completely on Hagrid's lap. His member was now pushing up against her stomach, forcing the cum inside to expand more to the side. Her vibrating friend was no longer buzzing, she felt bad for the little guy who must be experiencing the same claustrophobia she had when crushed by the half-giant on the bed; her neck hurt, her throat hurt, her entire body hurt, but she was still much happier in this position.

If Hermione forced her eyes completely to one side, she could see past the slapping nut-sack and check out either an old cupboard or outside from the open door. Hermione was thinking of how irresponsible Dumbledore was; she would die from embarrassment if someone was to just walk in right now. Then, she noticed something moving outside. It was Fang, he was fidgeting. He was... mounting... a slim blond girl. Luna! Hermione couldn't pry her eye away. She even spotted the vial of Amortencia on the ground next to them and prayed that Dumbledore accidentally spilled the contents, but it was possible, no, likely that he had given her the entire second half to infatuate her with a dog! That was the most plausible explanation. Tears were rolling down her cheeks partly because of the sausage choking her but also thinking of the betrayal she unwittingly helped to orchestrate. Hagrid and Dumbledore picked this moment to empty their heavy sacks inside their little dick trap. Hermione placed her hands on her navel to gauge the damage, she could feel her insides rapidly expanding and her elevating hands confirmed that her womb was becoming a water balloon.

Dumbledore took a load off and exited her throat and disappeared from view. Hermione could finally cry out but had lost the will to do so. It felt so nice to have her neck straight again even if Hagrid was still going at it. The sound of wood on stone made her look down. Albus had brought a stepping stool. "Get up, Hagrid" he yelled. Hagrid interrupted his pumping and grunting for a moment while he lifted himself off the bed. He moved his hands to the underside of Hermione's thighs. The alleviation of his breast squeeze happened just as they were turning purple and Hermione came from the relief alone.

Before stepping on the stool, Dumbledore pushed his cock head against her asshole, suspended high above ground. She had taken him in there before, she had even taken Hagrid before, but still had a bad feeling about this; her skin was stretched thin enough at it was. Even her hips were creaking under the pressure of the combined cock volume. When he reached as high as he could, Dumbledore stepped on his pedestal to cover the size difference he had with Hagrid and lodge himself, like him, to the hilt into the tender crowded body. Hermione winced, there was no pleasure to go with her pain right now. The snitch was crushed or drowned and Luna, poor Luna, was still outside being molested by the biggest dog Hermione knew. She could turn her head freely now and get a good look at at the delirious Ravenclaw. Fang had fully entrenched his knot into one of Luna's holes, she couldn't tell which. He was pumping the last inch or two of his red worm in and out at blurring speed. Luna had her tongue out and, herself, looked like a dog in heat. Between the grunts of Hagrid and Dumbledore, Hermione could hear her high-pitch moans.

Someway somehow, Hermione's womb managed to hold a second pint of jizz. A lot of it found its packed itself way up her fallopian tubes. Unless she had been too damaged to carry a child, there was no doubt in her mind she would be having a little Hagrid or a big Hermione.  Albus asked Hagrid if he wanted to try her mouth instead. Hermione's brain wasn't working at full capacity right now so it took a moment for the horror to set in.

"That's... That's not a good idea, Hagrid. Why don't you try my ass again?" was something she never thought she'd say.

"No, my princess, I want to try that pretty mouth of yours."

"Wait!" exclaimed Dumbledore as Hagrid was about to plop the last 6 inches of his floppy dong from the airtight pussy opening. Hermione was so relieved he finally came to his senses.

"Is she going to expel your cum all over my shoes."

"Well... I reckon..."

"Let's just move her to this bed pan. It's empty I hope"

"Yes, sir" Hagrid answered embarrassed to talk about his lifestyle.

They scuttled towards the bed making sure the vaginal seal was kept tight. As Dumbledore predicted, a full load's worth spewed out from between her legs and filled the pan to the brim. the other half was still stuck in her womb or adorning the walls of her ruined garden. Hagrid looked lost as to what to do with the pan so Dumbledore had to take charge again. "Just leave it, we'll give it to your dog later"

"Oh I don't think Fang will much..."

"No your other dog... Never mind I'll explain later."

Hagrid didn't let Hermione fall forward after he exited her. That was little consolation. He carefully held her head up with his giant hands like he was holding an egg. His dick was slimy and ready, her throat was slimy and ready, but the logistics just didn't work out. Hagrid didn't care much for logistics and he pushed in strong-smelling cock head against Hermione's mouth. She clenched her teeth refusing to allow this travesty but Hagrid, oblivious to his own strength was both pushing with his cock and pulling on her head. Something had to give or she would the story being the wizard's interpretation of Of Mice and Men.

Dumbledore was still working on her ass. She would have given anything to have them trade places right now. She was 4 feet in the air. Her arms weren't dangling this time, they were pushing against Hagrid's fat belly in a futile effort to slow him down. Hagrid took a short break when he triumphantly manage to squeeze his entire head in Hermione's mouth. The corners of Hermione's lips were on the verge of tearing and the pressure on her sinuses was already suffocating. Dumbledore offered Hagrid a high five and informed him that his new wife's throat was even nicer.

Hagrid continued his grind like a piston hitting itself against a mismatched cylinder but slowly molding it to its own shape with plenty of lubrication from Hermione constantly throwing up earlier loads on it. The longest hour of her life passed, her throat relaxation technique that normally allowed air passage was getting her less than half the usual results.. When Hagrid reach her stomach, Hermione had mixed emotions. She had come so far; she had so far left to go. Unlike with Dumbledore, her stomach entrance was seven inches away from a full deepthroat. Only the relatively thin broom had poked the bottom of her stomach and Hagrid's poke was more akin to a punch. Once th lining of Hermione's stomach had been fully tenderized, the final uppercut came from a blast of semen creating a maelstrom in her cum-tank.

"So how was it?" Dumbledore asked his partner in crime.

"She is like a precious flower"

"O...K... anyway, I wanted to show you that at Hogwarts, when you share with someone, they share with you." Albus stepped down from his stoll and carefully pulled out over the overflowing pan for whatever escaped the depths of Hermione's bowels.. In turn, Hagrid pulled out as well, threatening to turn her esophagus inside out. Hermione had to click her jaw back in place but everything seemed in order, otherwise. She was almost impressed with herself to have throated such a monster.

"Have any beer, Hagrid? I've been drinking nothing but wine for a week"

"Yeh I've got some good one"

"Hermione, go tell Loony to join us. And you should go to the nurse like we talked about to learn how to fix your holes. They are unsightly."

Hermione was just glad to leave. "Sir I think you took my wand from... you know where. When you did things... in my... Hermione didn't want to finish that sentence.

"What? Oh! No your wand is outside, it's inside Loony's pee hole.

"Professor that's horrible!"

"It was her idea, I swear"

Hermione rushed outside to relieve Luna at least one of her problems. Fang ignored her completely, fully immersed in humping his pale squeeze toy. Luna, on all fours, turned her head when she heard Hermione approach. She gave her a big innocent smile before rolling her eyes and continuing to enjoy being drilled into a drooling mess. Hermione carefully slid her hand between her legs from the side that didn't have a giant dog. She felt around there looking for the hole that housed her wand. If she reached a dog dick she knew she went too far.  Luna was expressing her delight at having her genitals touched even if it was for all the wrong reasons. When she found the tiny orifice, she noticed it was dilated enough to maybe get her pinky inside. Luna moaned again in appreciation. After just one knuckle, Hermione felt something blocking the rest of the way. she widened the passage ever so slightly just to get a nail on the edge of her wand and pull it back. After a few tries, the wand moved and it became easier and easier to scratch it out until part of it was outside and simple to pull.

Hermione wiped her wand on the grass. "I'm so sorry Luna. I swear I didn't mean for things to turn out this way. I would never have made that Amortencia potion if I knew Dumbledore would be so reckless with it."

Hermione wasn't expecting an answer from the artificially created cum-crazed slut but, with shocking lucidity, Luna replied: "Did you use a copper cauldron?"

"W...What?"

Taking a few pauses to handle particularity stimulating knot thrusts, Luna expanded: "They don't...oh... They don't mention that part in the books because they don't want students... mhhhhhh... to make Amortencia, but you need a copper cauldron or the potion becomes cloudy and the effect... oooh... is nullified."

"Merlin's beard, Luna! You've been faking all this time? Why!?

"Faking what, Hermione?" she replied with her usual soft and sweet voice.

"Listen, Hagrid and Dumbledore want you to go see them. Hagrid is too big, Luna, you have to run away"

Luna's eye widened. "Ahhh I've been wanting to try Hagrid but I know... ohhh... I know you were dating. It's great if you don't mind. Oh the doggie is coming again. Good doggiiiiie! Here I go too!" Hermione waited almost 5 minutes but Luna was still creaming herself and howling. She figured Dumbledore and Hagrid would come get her when they were ready.



Hermione walked back to school as fast as her sore little body would allow. A chance to restore her holes to their former glory from these misshapen gaping tunnels and the opportunity to learn a new spell, even if she hoped never to have to use it in the future. There was quite a walk of shame ahead of her. Classes had just finished, students everywhere roamed the hallways and Madam Pomfrey's office was on the other side of the school.

There she was, practically naked, leaving a trail of cum dripping from her grotesque cavities. With one hand she held her shirt together at the bottom so that the plunging neck line, while still showing the red imprints of Hagrid's fingers, at least covered her suckers. She opted to use her other hand to cover her behind, it was her leakiest hole at the moment and she wanted to minimize the mess she would leave across the whole school. As she made her way through the crowd of students, some pointing, some gasping, some laughing, Hermione wished she could have done the whole thing in reverse: get herself tight and clean again, then do the walk. She had come to terms with looking like a slut but she preferred looking like a pretty slut.

She only made it halfway to her destination, when crossing the great hall, before being called out by Crabbe "Hey, Granger! How 'bout a quickie". Both him and Goyle blocked her way and rounded her to the wall.

"I...I have to go" she pleaded.

"Aww, come on, look at you. You don't look like you have nothing better to do than suck our willies." Goyle pushed her down on her knees and Hermione complied, knowing she was able to get them off in less time than it would take arguing with these knuckleheads. They had the biggest cocks in the students she had sampled, which was almost all of them, but she could still fit them both in her mouth at once and swirl her tongue around them in a figure eight. They came in unison and she expertly gulped down both loads without spilling a drop. Before she could get back on her feet, a third participant took Dumb and Dumber's place. A line had formed behind them with students already touching themselves to the prospect of draining their balls in that little Granger whore. She was working hard; her users never lasted more than a minute and she was fluffing the two next in line with her hands. The faster she made the line move, however, the more students were interested in standing in it. In an hour she had swallowed the seed of almost a hundred students but the line was still going strong. A bit of drama peppered the monotony of tongue massaging tiny pricks: Cedric Gregory was caught in line by his girlfriend Cho. "It doesn't count, honey. She's like a sex toy." he argued. That one really hurt her.

Hermione had resigned herself to spending the entire evening in the great hall, mastering her art, when her two ginger knights came to her rescue.

"Sorry folks, the blowjob machine will be temporarily unavailable for maintenance." Said Fred. "We will bring her back shortly." said George.  This brought a wave of jeers, especially from those in front of the line already ready to burst. The twins picked up Hermione by the arms and brought her to a remote hallway close to the nurse's office.

For the first time in her life, Hermione genuinely wanted to suck guys off. It was something she was good at and the only thing she could reward her saviors with. The Weasley brothers did not object and took their prize. Taking turns, they grabbed the back of their damsel's head and roughly jerked her on their rods. She didn't mind at all; if that's how they preferred it, it made no difference to her. After actual verbal thanks she was finally able to reach Madam Pomfrey's office.

The spell was a rather simple mending charm. Carnem Reparo! Her wand didn't seem too mad at her for spending a day in Luna's urethra and cooperated well enough. Hermione felt like she was given a brand new body. She pulled her ass cheeks apart a few times and reveled in feeling them clap back into place. Madam Pomfrey watched her fondle her repaired parts with a look of horror on her face wondering if she had just enabled a sex addict.

Hermione was exhausted but promised herself she would check on Luna before calling it a night. She was still a bit confused about Luna authentic excitement about satisfying two men with dicks the size of her legs. She was certain that the sight of Hagrid naked would make her realize she was in over her head. She probably ran back to the Ravenclaw dorm by now but it wouldn't hurt to make sure she wasn't laying face down in a puddle of cum.

She managed to avoid the busiest of the already thinning corridors and reached Hagrid's home undisturbed. It was pitch black but for the indoor lights still on. Getting closer, the background noise coming from inside sharpened into clear screams of ecstasy. It sounded like Luna being Luna but Hermione couldn't resist taking a peek under the pretense of making sure her friend was OK, but really to see how someone else would handle Hagrid's third leg. Surely the great Hermione Granger was the only one who could take it as deep.

She wasn't. Luna had Hagrid and Dumbledore both fully inserted side by side in her ass. Now that she knew Amortencia had nothing to do with her face of pure joy, watching Luna getting off to extreme penetration was even more disturbing. Both men groaned and Luna went quiet for a moment, she closed her eyes and seemed to savor the flow of who knows how many total loads running through her digestive system. She tilted her head back and a small stream of thick white liquid ran down her cheek then neck. 

Hermione had seen enough, but before stepping off the crate that allowed her to peek through the window, two paws joined her hands on the window sill. She tried crawl backwards under the beast but his red rocket was already lifting off and backing up helped him find the warm embrace of her beautiful tight new pussy. Fang, in one thrust, had Hermione lose her second virginity to a mutt. Fang's knot was at least as large as Dumbledore and her newly refreshed young twat was not prepared for the massive mastiff's onslaught.

It's a good thing that Luna had resumed her gargled moans otherwise her subdued whimpers and the dog's panting would have alert the gangbangers standing right on the other side of the window.  When the knot finally locked in, Fang immediately exploded inside her. Hermione's restored vaginal sensitivity  caused her to have her most humiliating orgasm yet. She gained a little more understanding of Luna's debauchery at that moment. Luna, ears burning, turned her head and was the first to notice the brunette head at the window.

"Hi, Hermione!" she softly exclaimed, cum oozing from her mouth when opened.

"What. An. Idiot" thought Hermione, her spying and dog-fucking now exposed.

Dumbledore, now aware of her presence, welcomed her too: "Miss Granger, join us. This one hasn't shut up about you. You're her idol."

Was that what happened? Hermione pondered. Did her promiscuity caused Luna to try and emulate her? That was almost as bad as the potion... A girl full of promise reduced into a cum-crazed tart because her idol shifted her focus from academia to dick sucking?

"I can't. I'm... stuck..." Hagrid and Dumbledore noticed her predicament and had a good laugh about it.

"Come her' boy" Hagrid whistled. Hermione cried "waiiit!" but the obedient dog immediately jumped through the window, a witch bitch still attached to his boner. Hermione managed to hold on to Fang's neck to not break her face on the floor when he landed. Luna didn't have a shred of jealousy in her the look she gave her heroin. It was more of a "isn't he a good boy?" look.

While Hagrid was petting his tail-wagging friend, Hermione managed to pull herself away from the knot's grip by pushing with her feet against the beast's legs. The born-again virgin had managed to remained unsoiled for a mere half hour. Now her cunt was dripping and gaping again.

"I thought I told you to fix yourself, Miss Granger" Dumbledore was admiring Fang's handiwork as he was slowly pulling out of his half of the cum sock. Once his cock plopped out, Luna's anus reshaped itself to stretch around only Hagrid's size like it had been dying to do so for a long time.

"I did! I just... have to do it again now." Hermione pulled her wand from one of her tattered thigh-high socks hoping Dumbledore wouldn't notice or at least forgive her for not storing it in its usual shameful place. "Carnem Reparo". Her pronunciation was on point. The gesturing, immaculate. Before four pairs of eyes, her cunt closed itself up and reshaped into its beautiful tight-lips self.

"Look a that" Dumbledore exclaimed, vocalizing everyone's thoughts. He knelt down and pinched her pussy lips together like a soft elastic sandwich. He then turned her around like she was a pillow and gave her bum a full inspection, as well, testing the firmness and bounciness. He pushed his index and middle finger against her two holes before concluding "I don't think you were ever that tight, Miss Granger, great job." Hermione blushed mistaking Dumbledore's growing lust for a praise of her magic skills.

"Every time will be like the first time. Isn't that wonderful, Hagrid?"

"Yarp" replied Hagrid, who was looking at Hermione with the same crazy eyes he had when he first threw her on his bed.

Hermione was hit by the realization that her constantly renewed purity meant a constantly ravaged purity. She should have stayed in school that night. Hagrid grabbed Luna by the neck ready to pull her out. The feeling of strong hands pressing on he neck make her cum right away for some reason. Dumbledore stopped him. "Hermione do your thing on Loony here."

"Sure... I guess... just lay her down on the floor."

"No, no, do it now, it will be a good test of your skills"

Test of skills sounded great but Hermione had no idea what would happen to Luna's cavities if they was shrunk back with a giant log keeping her body distended. 
"Luna, is it OK?" she asked to make sure.

Hagrid untightened his grip to allow her to answer. An awkward silence filled the room while Luna completed her erotic asphyxiation orgasm. As Dumbledore opened his mouth intending to say "Just do it", Luna gave her permission in a disturbing way: "Yes, make me tighter, Hermione!"

Still with great hesitation, Hermione performed her advanced spell. Loony's abused pussy instantly reformed into a cute little snatch. Nothing was visibly happening to her anus as it was still wrapped around a thick log, but Luna was clearly feeling something. The bulge in her abdomen started becoming more pronounced like she was a vacuum storage bag packing meat. As painful as it looked, Luna's squirming limbs usually coincided with her cumming and her eyes, with their irises disappeared completely to the back of her head, confirmed there was some major climaxing going on. Hagrid also couldn't handle this new tightness. He closed one hand around her neck and another around a leg to stay deep inside for his outburst.  Instead of traveling up her bowels like it had been all night, Luna's extra-tight body proved too narrow for Hagrid torrent. The cum instead ballooned her skin forming a new bulge on the bulge of his cock. It was a perfect visualization of how much Hagrid's full load could amount to. After a few minutes, Hagrid collapse on the bed, his balls and energy completely drained, leaving a twitching Luna to recover from the biggest orgasm in recorded history, as she started slowly sliding off his softening anaconda.

"Well then, that was pretty intense. Miss Granger, I think I deserve to take your new virginity. I mean, even the dog got to tear your hymen before me."

"I'm not really in the mood right now" Hermione replied, worried about the well-being of her only friend who had just unsheathed herself face-first on the floor. Dumbledore went ahead and took it anyway. Hermione figured his asking was just a formality and she gave him a disappointed look as punishment.  Being broken-in yet again by a shlong the size of Dumbledore was painful but a lot more manageable than some of her other experiences. 

When Fang went to visit his old girlfriend, the slime-covered blond witch passed out by the bed, the smell of his dog dick, still glistening from his encounter with Hermione, partially awakened sleeping beauty and she lazily took the tip in her mouth and nursed on it as if sucking her thumb. Hermione was able to relax after that, knowing that her friend was OK, at least physically. 

Albus asked Hermione to fix herself at least four times during coitus, sampling both her tight new holes with the same enthusiasm each time while overindulging in Hagrid strong beer reserve. He passed out before Hermione, a first, and though on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion, she was the only human awake. Luna was still sucking on Fang's doghood, his tail waging like the wings of a hummingbird. It was up to Hermione to make sure she safely got to bed. She didn't want to provoke Fang by prying the moist warm mouth off of his prick, so Hermione did the best she could with little experience in dog handjobs. Fang eventually  finished while Luna drank it all like a veal suckling from a teat.  Every male in the room was now satiated and Hermione could quietly help Luna on her feet so they could both leaned against each other. 

It was in the middle of the night so no students would witness the bare-skinned duo wondering the halls. They were unfortunately ambushed by the caretaker Argus Filch who struck gold on his nightly round. He agreed not to report the girls and let Hermione tuck Luna to bed if she came back to spend the rest of the night in his room. After three tries, Luna remembered the Ravenclaw password and Hermione was able to deliver her precious package safe and sound and like new, thanks to a quick Carnem Reparo. She then went back to fulfill her promise of getting reamed every which way by Filch's wrinkly dick. It didn't matter. She faked a smile through the whole thing. Starting at dawn, things were going to change. She had a plan and was not going to miss classes again.
 


 

 
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Chapter 8 - Day 8 - The longest day
 
"Good morning, Miss Granger." Dumbledore was holding his throbbing head. "Quite a night last night, right?"

"Indeed, professor" Hermione barely remembered  that night. It felt so long ago.

"Something is different about you, Miss Granger. Do you normally wear glasses?"

There was a lot of subtle differences with her today that probably explained professor Dumbledore's confusion. Her uniform was the same useless scraps as yesterday. The skirt's only purpose was to draw attention to the thigh gap of her skinny legs and the kissable lower lips where they joined. Her shirt only covered her plentiful bosom from the side and, even then, a perpendicular bystander would not miss the pink nipples out and about. However, a closer look would reveal it was more tattered and way dirtier than before. And there was that golden chain around her neck holding a pendant buried safely between her tits. She never wore glasses, obviously, so she wasn't sure if Dumbledore was making fun of her or if he really paid that little attention to any part of her he couldn't stick his cock in. She remained silent.

"Are you still mad at me for spending quality time with your little friend here?"

"No, professor, but you will no longer need to bother Luna. She is staying in bed today. I will take care of everything from now on."

"I'm afraid your little scamp couldn't help herself to some Dumbledore breakfast because she's under the desk right now polishing my knob"

"No, that would be me, headmaster"

Dumbledore looked at her smugly, but peeked under his desk just to confirm she had gone cuckoo.

A cute brunette looking exactly like Hermione, with the same clothes and golden chain waved at him, his cock fully inserted in her throat. Dumbledore jumped up in surprise, accidentally banging Twinmione's head on the bottom of him desk. She couldn't say much on account of the prodigious penis blocking most of her airway but the other Hermione, the one standing in the center of his office, rubbed her head feeling the sudden itch of an old wound.

"You had a twin sister and never told me?"

"This is a Time-Turner, professor." Hermione pulled the pendant nestled between her breasts for Dumbledore to better see. "Professor McGonagall let me borrow it. It lets me start the day over but the echo of my previous day still persists. I've been repeating today twenty-seven times and I'm going to be the final version before moving on to the real tomorrow."

"You're saying there are twenty-seven Hermiones out there right now sucking people off left and right?" Dumbledore looked at the Hermione from under his desk. He held her head firmly against his crotch and pinched her nose. "Can you feel this?"

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't this already happen, Miss Granger? Why are you panicking?"

"Normally, yes, but I'm altering yesterday's past by being here. This has never happened before so don't kill me please."

"Interesting" Dumbledore let go of Hermione's nose. She looked relieved but it would take her a long time to get back her breath while still massaging his shaft with her throat.

"What are the other Hermiones doing?"

"Hmm let's see... The first day I spent under your desk to keep you busy so you wouldn't look for me or Luna. I've spent a day in every House dormitory. I'm attending all my classes while blowing the professor under his desk if applicable. I'm under some of the dining hall tables. Two stalls in every boy's bathroom. I have Hagrid and Fang covered. I'm in Mr Filch's room and in Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape's rooms because they decided to take the day off. I'm keeping Luna company in her bed to make sure you don't make her do horrible things.What else... I've spent a terrible day keeping Malfoy and his cronies busy in their room so that they don't bother the future me's. I spent a day that turned into two days with Fred and George...

"Wait, how can it be two days, you went in the future?"

"It's never the future, professor. Time goes forward at a normal pace. I can go back in time as far as the day I got the pendant. Tomorrow there will still be a version of me getting... I mean spending time with the Weasley brothers. I'll just have to avoid that room and they will never know."

"This is good to know, Miss Granger, because I can tell you have a little problem that will turn into a big problem soon."

Hermione blushed redder than ever before. She was hoping to pass her baby bump as a cum belly. It was technically yesterday that her self-proclaimed husband, invaded the deepest regions of her cunt and flooded her ovaries with thick potent baby batter, but she had lived nearly a month since then and because of the hybrid nature of her child, she looked 3 months into a regular pregnancy.

"I don't know what to do, Professor!"

"I'm sure I can come up with a solution, my dear girl. Why don't you make another Hermione and we'll deal with this tomorrow or today... it's a bit confusing isn't it?"

"I'm already going to spend the whole day and night with you professor!" Hermione pointed at the desk hiding a version of herself she knew swallowed several gallons of his cum that day.

"Right but two is better than one, as they say"

Hermione sighed, she thought she could take the day off today after working so hard for a virtual month. What did she expect coming here this morning. Congratulations on a job well done? Of course not. For all her time traveling, interacting with a previous version of herself had always been avoided. Who else but Dumbledore would risk ripping open the space-time continuum for a little carnal pleasure. 

The two Hermione were a bit awkward with each other at first, but both agreed it was probably less awkward to have a threesome with yourself than a stranger. Dumbledore was even giddier than the day he took her virginity over and over... although to him that was yesterday. He had two beautiful teenage witches to play with. His first decree was to have them push their tits against each others for a double boob-job.

It was interesting to see Hermione's competitive nature even against herself. The most up-to-date version, Hermione27, had a lot more experience working cock from any hole. Desk Hermione, Hermione1, could still pride herself in having a flatter stomach and being technically younger. When Dumbledore had them laying down pussy to pussy and was alternating between the two luscious holes, it was Hermione1's pussy that eventually triggered his gushing stream. The cum-filled witch gave her future self a pompous look. This triggered a rivalry that escalated throughout the morning. Hermione27 immediately crouched down next to the desk to swallow the drippings from her time-sister's fuck hole, but young Hermione beat her again by lifting her pelvis in the air to drink the leaking ejaculate from her own ravaged cunny. Hermione27 then seized the opportunity of inhaling the entirety of Dumbledore's meat and, with her hands, fondled his balls so there wasn't an inch of genitals left for Hermione1 to participate with.

Not be outdone, Hermione1 straddled  the base of Dumbledore's cock basically sitting right on Hermione27's face, whose only intake of air now had to be taken from her past-self's asshole. Hermione27 knew everything about her rival except how far she was willing to go: Hermione 1 did the unthinkable, she kissed Dumbledore. A big, sloppy, uncoordinated, tongues-all-over-the-place kiss. Present-day Hermione gagged from the thought of her past self kissing this crazy old man she stopped respecting long ago. She could hear the kiss now and the newly spawned but faded memories of it happening a month ago completed the imagery. Then it hit her... this was her first kiss. That bitch ruined her first kiss and she didn't even get to feel it! This meant war. Hermione27 remembered what it was like to be Hermione1, that naive fool had her ass ripped open what... 3 times only? The day and night she spent in Hagrid's hut, he knew about the carnum reparo spell. Hermione1 only knew the "gentle" and "respectful" Hagrid. Ever since that oaf felt Luna's vaccum-tight colon bear-hugging his entire monstrous dong, he's been chasing that high. Hermione19 had to re-virgin herself over and over, sometimes still sitting on Hagrid's saddle to give him that full-body squeeze he liked so much, other times while she was temporarily dismounted just so he'd enjoy the feeling of breaking-in a fresh new fleshlight. She went through so much of it that the pain didn't phase her anymore, she could even get off on it towards the end. If she was being honest with herself, the most exciting part about starting a fresh new day tomorrow was going to have Hagrid available again for another 24-hour of hole-destruction. The most exciting part about today was going to be making that smug Hermione1 pass out and use her limp body as a cushion while being Dumbledore's clear-favorite fuck-toy.

Hermione27 pulled all fifteen inches of Dumbledore out of her throat and pushed it up against Hermione1's ass. The younger witch got the message right away and while still getting her tonsils massaged by Dumbledore's long tongue, raised her ass high until her vanquish nemesis pushed the tip of the arm-size cock to the entrance of her asshole so she could sit down on it. Hermione27 had done a great job of lubricating it from tip to balls with her slobber. Even still pure from that morning's Carnem Reparo, Hermione1 fell in right to the hilt in one motion and uttering a soft moan of satisfaction. Hermione27 was now free to do as she pleased. She started by innocently pull apart the younger witch's butt cheeks already pushed 3 and a half inches farther apart than if at rest. She worked on softening the outside facing part of the stretched rim with her tongue. Licking another girl's anus was a lot less gross when that other girl was yourself. Hermione1 was still interpreting her actions as a sign of submission, the wiser ass-licking Hermione now remembered as much from when she was her. The older sister's intentions became more dubious went she felt nails digging between her rim and the thick cock it was hugging tightly. Nails led to knuckles. Knuckles led to a whole hand. And after a lot of back and forth, Hermione27 eventually found herself elbow deep into her other self's rectum sharing the limited space with Dumbledore's member. 

Both girls could feel Dumbledore's cock twitch from the unusual sensation of being tickled by nimble fingers while deep inside a young girl's warm fanny.  Hermione1 wasn't enjoying the treatment as much as Dumbledore, though. Hermione 27 remembered how much of a turn off getting her ass ripped opened used to be back then, and she wasn't going to give her rival the vaginal stimulation she no doubt craved right now. Hermione1 tried to play it cool, even putting on a show of fake moans, but Hermione27 wasn't fooled. The fake moans stopped when Hermione1 felt a second quintuplet of fingers riding up to join the others.  It wasn't long before Hermione 27 was giving a full-fledged two-palm handjob inside her slightly younger body. She didn't feel the residual pain of this past experience because every Hermione used Carnem Reparo multiple times a day. Speaking of which, Hermione27 had a little surprise for her arrogant pretender: both her hands were busy but she had placed her trusty wand in her mouth and was going to show her what a month of magic practice feels like.

Arhm Epaho The pronunciation was good enough and the wand motion, even from the unusual grip, was masterful. Hermione's arm were already packed extremely tightly into original Hermione's colon and she regretted casting the spell instantly. The restoring process of her clone's lower body threatened to cut her arms off. She had no way of pulling them out now, she'd just have to wait it out. Her only solace was knowing that Hermione1 was getting an even worse treatment from her insides shrinking and stretching simultaneously. Dumbledore on the other hand, love the sensation, he exploded into one of his bigger ejaculations forcing more of Hermione1's bowels to expand while shrinking. In the end, Hermione1's head fell backwards. Some of the cum she swallowed from her own pussy earlier ran down her face. She was out. There was only one Hermione left standing. 

The pregnant Hermione made Dumbledore blow his loads three more times before Hermione1 woke up, giving her a huge lead in this made-up contest. She didn't plan on waking up the lesser witch but must have subconsciouly wanted the company because double-fisting someone's cunt often has a side-effect of shocking them awake. She was pushing a second finger beyond sleeping beauty's cervix when Hermione1 came to in a violent orgasm that Hermione27, getting her own pregnant pussy pounded, and Dumbledore, doing the pounding, joined in.

Both of them became best friends after that, each in agreement that all Hermiones were awesome in their own ways. Dumbledore got many more more treats that afternoon, his two nymphomaniac proteges taking turns getting him off and getting themselves off. The sun was setting but he didn't want this day to end. Then again, "it didn't have to", he thought. 

"Hey let me borrow this" he said, grabbing the pendant of the closest Hermione. Her gullet was full of dick and her arms were being pulled back by the other Hermione so she couldn't stop him. They both swallowed a lot of semen that day, it was harder to tell which witch was witch as they both looked pregnant.

"How does it work? Do I go like this?" Dumbledore turned the dial and the day's orgy sped past him in reverse. He unturned what he turned around the moment Hermione1 woke up from her ass-reconstruction/destruction nap.

"Hey that's a great idea! You're so smart." Albus told him.

"And you're so handsome!" Albus one and Albus two exchanged a high five. They got along very well. They had so much in common and plenty of holes to share. It was Albus8 who decided he should be the last one. He had spent a week abusing the two Hermione's increasingly crowded bodies and he the only thing Albus9 would be able to do was getting a distracted handjob from a Hermione that had her holes already filled with various combinations including double-anal, which even had the experienced Hermione27 blackout for a few moments, but this was also because she had two Dumbledore throat-busters squeezed halfway down her mouth. That was a jaw-stretching the likes she had never experienced before. Hermione1 spent most of the days passed about the time a fifth Albus joined the gang, only waking up every 15-20 minutes to cum before her brain shut down from the pain and pleasure again. The girls had their stomachs time-pumped each reset but it didn't change the fact that on the final day, they had been stuffed with countless loads from 8 different Dumbledores. Both of them looked nine months pregnant now. Contemplating their swollen bellies, the eight Dumbledore was reminded that he had a minor issue to take care of. 

As the dawn drew near, his version witnessed his past selves used the Time-Turner to make future copies but disappearing from his timeline altogether until he was the only one left with the two bloated girls. Hermione27 woke her sister up from her cum-coma so that she would use the Time-Turner to continue, a bit worse for wear, the chain of events that led her back here 26 days later.

"So I've had time to think" Albus tried looking wise but of the eight days he spent wreaking the Hermione twins, he had only given it 30 seconds of thought... just now.

"What I want you to do, is get out of Hogwarts for the next nine months or however long quarter-giants develop. Go live in that forest over there or something. Then, once your problem solves itself, do your time thing and come back to start tomorrow unburdened."

"Professor, that is the worst plan I ever heard"


Hermione spent the few minutes left of the night preparing for her long trip to the forbidden forest. Her current uniform was useless at doing anything clothes should do, so she left the two cum-rags behind in favor of wearing her outdoor robes over her fully naked body. All she had was books and her wand. There would be no need for books in the forbidden forest and she had already packed her wand deep in nature's pocket. It's not like she could bring nine months worth of supply with her, so the plan was to find some sort of sentient civilization in the forest and live off of their food in exchange for... well it was either going to be wizard jokes or sex and she only knew three wizard jokes.
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Chapter 9 - Day 9 - The year of the horse
For better or worse, Hermione encountered an inhabitant of the forbidden forest before the first nightfall. It wasn't the best introduction, but the spear did miss her head, lodging itself in a tree she was leaning on. It's a good thing the young witch was not wearing anything under her robes or it would have been soiled.

"What is a human doing here, we have a treaty."  Said the colossal man fused at the hip with a colossal horse.

"I don't mean any harm, mister centaur sir. I'm just looking for a place to live for a year at most. Do you think there would be room in your colony? I wont take much space."

"This is most unusual, I  will need to consult the elders. Come, ride with me. It's a long journey and your little legs would make it longer"

Hermione hesitantly approached the manbeast. He stood even taller than Hagrid. Climbing on his back would be like scaling a mountain for the little brunette. She grabbed a hold of his long human hair, akin to a mane, to try and pull herself up. It was so thick that it could surely support her diminutive figure...

"What are you doing, pulling on my hair!? Were you going to mount me like one of your mules? I'll be doing the mounting." He then pointed at his back legs. When Hermione backed up she realized that he probably was trying to point at his growing fifth leg. A beige fleshy cylinder unsheathing itself from a darker section. It was still twitching upwards and growing but was already two feet long and as thick as the albeit skinny girl's thigh. Hermione hoped for the best:

"You want me to... hold on to it?

"No, I said mount. As in with your ass. If this is too humiliating for you, human, I can go back to my initial plan of killing you."

Hermione was on the verge of tears wondering why things like this always happened to her . She walked under the Centaur's horse body, barely having to lower her head, and turned her backside to the now fully engorged horse cock. She spread her malleable butt-cheeks and inserted one, then two, then three fingers in there, cursing her idiotic idea of freshening up her holes with the Carnem Reparo spell before her journey. While it was as tight if not tighter than before the day she first had her thin wand pushed in there, her skin felt easier to stretch. Maybe it was her anus' imbued memory of the dozens of times it was ripped apart, or maybe being somewhat used to the pain helped her dilate her rim in record time. She was racing against the clock of the Centaur's patience after all. Hermione fisted her ass viciously until it was wide enough to pull open further using both her hands. It wasn't enough, not even close, but when has it even been for any of her anal encounters. "Here goes nothing" she thought as she slowly backup, butt spread wide, trying to line up properly. The Centaur's dick was unlike anything she'd have before. In size, yes, but also in shape. It was mostly smooth between two larger ridges, one at the tip and one about halfway, marking the area the tip extended from. The second half was covered in veins and wrinkles and joined with gigantic pulsating balls the size of quaffles.

The Centaur tried accelerating the process by moving forward but that just made Hermione fall forward flat on her face, butt raised, however, now much too low for the creature's almost horizontal erection. This was quite the puzzle, but Hermione's brain was her 4th best asset. She begged her would-be rider to follow her to short rock face where she stepped on a boulder closest to the cliff side,  propped her head and neck against the rocky wall and kept her back door open with her hands. The Centaur put its hoofs on the higher ledge and poked around until the tip of his oversize horse meat touched something soft and warm. Hermione braced herself. She could now feel how much wider the knob was to the opening she created. Feeling the rubbery surface against her knuckles was a bad sign. Since her hands at this point were getting in the way, she let go and instead used them to fortify her hold on the rocks.

The initial penetration was over pretty quickly. At least now she knew the answer to a potential physics questions: how many horsepower does it take to push a 7-inch wide pole into a rapidly closing 4-inch hole? Answer: One. Hermione lost contact with reality out for a moment but her body stayed firmly between the rock and the hard place.  The relatively little stretching she did to her anus wasn't much but it couldn't have hurt. Either way, the Centaur's massive girth  was the only thing in charge of reshaping her posterior's interior now. It was no easy task, even for him. Thrust after thrust got him closer to ultimate goal of being able to support Hermione's body on his cylinder while he rode. 

At some point Hermione woke up from her coma thinking she was in a dream, a horsecock-shaped  bulge was pushing outwards from her body. She ran her hand along the curved surface thinking she wouldn't actually feel it there. But she did. She could feel her skin on her fingers and the fingers on her skin. The next thrust took her by surprise and made her pass out again. She woke up a final time from grass whipping her face. She was flying! The distention of skin in front of her was obscene, but it at least gave her something to hold on to during the bumpy ride.

"We'll stop here for the night. It's getting dark" It was already getting dark when Hermione met her stallion... had they been riding for only five minutes? Couldn't she had gone through this the next day? At least she would have had time to prepare.

During her first night with her unnamed transporter, she learned a lot about the Centaur race.

1. They didn't sleep. Spending the night in a clearing was simply because running through the forest at night was treacherous.

2. They indulged in the pleasures of the flesh regardless of race or size difference and they never went soft if they didn't want to. Her nights were spent against a rock or stump getting the few inches of cock that slid out the day's ride jammed tightly back in her colon again and again.

3. They came often and a lot. Their giant testicles, bigger than her head, could spit out enough thick slimy semen to back-fill Hermione's intestines, stomach and mouth in one load and refilled themselves in about 20 minutes. The boulder or fallen tree she was pushed on at night ended up completely covered in spew. The taste was much worse than human or half-giant jizz and not just because it had traveled through the length of her digestive system. It was also sour and vinegary. She wasn't sure she could ever get used to it.

The journey back was two weeks of riding during the day and fucking at night. Her robes lasted two days before ripping enough to fall off of her and be left behind forever. She had thankfully hidden her Time-Turner and wand on school grounds for that very reason. Losing them in the forest would be catastrophic for her plan. Hermione wondered if her Centaur fuck-friend was just galloping in circles, taking advantage of the situation. Eventually, though, from under her horse, she saw unfamiliar hooves:  one pair at first, then dozens. They were talking about her as if she wasn't there. Most of them sounded angry.

"I need to speak with the elders. Stay here."

Hermione tried to push herself off but was stuck. She had spent two straight weeks impaled on this appendage, her body was pretty much molded onto it. The horse-man was working on his own solution; he moved back and forth a bit, grunting and neighing, probably thinking of a particularly round horse bottom. When his hose switched on, Hermione, who didn't have anything to lean against for once, slowly inched forward from the pressure of the stream power-washing her rectum until she was ejected from her saddled, falling to the floor before creating a large puddle of seminal porridge around her. She immediately fell asleep, a luxury she did not have in a long time even at the risk of drowning.

She woke up being carried in her man's arms to a makeshift raised pillory on which her arms and head were secured tightly.

"The elders have agreed to keep you here until you bear your child. We will keep you fed with our rich seed. In exchange, you will provide your mother's milk to our sons and we will keep the human spawn to raise as our own."

"Thank you so much but I can just eat like berries and leaves, really. No need to feed me." Hermione pushed her luck.

"The elders have spoken!"

Her Centaur acquaintance left, and stranger Centaurs began circling her. They weren't much for conversation. After the first one dared to approach her platform, put his front hooves on top of her wooden restraints and re-opened the gaping anus that was just starting to mend, it triggered a chain of sexually repressed half-horses in a constant rotation, feeding her from the wrong hole for months, day and night with only the five seconds it took for one to pull out and another one to push in as recess.

Both her gradually expanding, dangling udders were also kept occupied 24/7 by hungry younglings. This usually felt pretty good other than when she couldn't quite keep up with the milk production. The little bastards  could drink and when it wasn't flowing fast enough they chewed on her nipples to get every last drop and used they surprisingly strong human hands to wring her jugs raw.

Whenever she wasn't throwing up disgusting horse cum, she tried talking.  No one would talk back the first few months but she eventually learned a few names. She could recognize the subtle differences in size, shape and feel of their cock heads and shaft inside her well-trained ass. The perfect irony was these mythological cocks destroying her rump and punching her organs were her lifeline during the cold winter months. She depended on their warms and the warmth of fresh cum coursing through her warped figure to keep her naked body from freezing. Her growing belly sagging and stretching downwards was probably the worst part after getting used to everything else. It was the size it would be if she was overdue, but she knew form having nothing to do than remember how many days pass by, that she was only at least half-way through her pregnancy. That baby, or babies... based on how much she was constantly being kicked form the inside, must have gotten most of their genes from their father.

11 months and over thirty thousand Centaur loads after she first got affixed to her podium, she felt it. It was time. She warned every Centaur she could see or hear but their responses were all the same: silence. Her pussy was still tight, a hundred times tighter than her virgin pussy at a rest because of how much it was being crushed shut by the giant horse cock in her other hole. Centaurs didn't care and quarter-giant babies didn't care, either. Her brain would help her forget the next few days of labor as it was a carnival of pushing, screaming and cumming. The cum always flowed but helped by the stirring of her oversize babies, she could finally join her violators in orgasm. Every time there was a shift change of the Centaur in her ass, the bastards pushed out a few more inches and her mind exploded in pleasure. Complete relief felt so close. When the first pair of broad shoulders fought its way out of her cunt, Hermione unconditionally surrendered to the surge of conflicting sensations and only snapped back into reality to do it all again when the second pair followed. She never saw her babies and while the Centaurs eventually respected their agreement, every member of the herd, by her count, had one last go, this time inside her recently vacated uterus.

The last Centaur to penetrate her she remembered well. Even from a different hole she felt the pronounced bottom ridge and specific size that had gotten her here and that looked to be the one getting ready to get her out. Once securely docked, he opened her pillory and Hermione flew again for another two weeks of riding during the day and "riding" during the night.



The exhausted witch couldn't feel her legs anymore. Crawling from the forest outskirt to the hiding place of her wand and Time-Turner almost made her miss having a Centaur mount. "Carnum Reparo!" This was the most extensive Reparo to date. The process took a long time and she started cumming non-stop from it as soon as sensations returned to her lower body. She looked over nostalgically to Hogwarts before using the Time Turner. She had missed it so much and it was finally time to go back. However, something was off. It was the middle of the night and almost every window was brightly lit. What happened to curfew?

Hermione decided to check it out. She had her Time-Turner back, she had all the time in the world. After a big detour to avoid Hagrid's hut, not wanting to have her fresh new holes destroyed so soon, Hermione snuck into the school that should be asleep. She completely forgot that she was naked, or rather that being naked wasn't normal, until she met the first Hogwarts students she'd seen in a year. They were also naked. And shagging. Right in the middle of the hallway. Everywhere she went, students were paired up or in an orgy. How could the staff allow this?

The main hall was empty of students but all the male teachers were sitting at the main table chatting. There was a waggling butt under their table and she'd recognize that cute little apple anywhere. As Hermione approached the table, professors started looking at her one by one like she belonged elsewhere. To avoid suspicion, she joined Luna under the table and shared her assignment of sucking and jerking every boner within reach. The professors started conversing again now that everyone was doing what they should do.

"Hgmineh, Hg ho hood to hee you ahain." Luna looked thrill to see her friend again but couldn't spare a moment to take Severus Snape's cock out of her mouth.

"Hey Luna, it's good to see you too. What happened here, why is everyone... like us?"

Luna finally decided to give her mouth a short break "I'm sorry, Hermione, I didn't win the tournament and we lost the bet. It's all my fault. I'm not a good slut but I'm practicing hard for next time."

Luna was getting kicked under the table for her crimes of only servicing two cocks at one instead of three. Hermione didn't want to get her in trouble. The best she could do for her was to rewind time and fix... well, she didn't know what happened but she had a pretty good idea whose fault it was.

Hermione's idea of being mad as hell was going to be barging into Dumbledore's office without even knocking, but her rebellious plans were thwarted by the door already being opened. She could hear moaning from the stairwell.  Hermione stood frozen in the doorway, her rage boiling, when she saw what was happening in there. Dumbledore was sitting comfortably on his chair without a care in the world. It had been a while since she was at Hogwarts but Hermione was pretty sure the girl moaning loudly over his cock in her ass was Daphne Greengrass, a tall and thin Slyterin whore. Eating out the butt-slut was Susan Bones, a shy curvy Hufflepuff who, by all accounts, was not the kind of girl to willingly tongue-fuck a girl's pussy while she took it in the ass. And, on Dumbledore's desk, the old man's hand wrist-deep in her cunt and harmonizing moans with Daphne was one of the Patil twins. Hermione couldn't tell which one.

Hermione  eventually snapped out of her trance and cleared her throat loudly. Dumbledore casually glanced at her and jumped in surprise after taking a few seconds to remember who she was.

"Miss Granger!? I thought you died"

"No I've been busy with your brilliant plan of spending months in the forbidden forest getting my bum raped by centaurs. Do you not remember?" Hermione was using her most aggressive tone.

"Well yes I remember..." Dumbledore was struggling to pull his hand and dick out of his concubines "...but I shouldn't remember. Why haven't you rewound time?"

"I was going to before I saw what happened to the school. What is this about a tournament and a bet."

Dumbledore shooed the giggling tramps out of his office and closed the door. "It's just you and me now, how about a little treat for old time's sake? I'll explain everything.. "

Hermione hadn't had human cum in months. She begrudgingly missed the taste. Compared to Centaur goo, it would probably taste like heavenly nectar. She was still mad at Dumbledore but this was a long overdue desert she couldn't pass up. She did set strict terms, though:  "I get the chair."

Looking like a house-elf in Dumbledore's massive chair, while he stood next to her, she began doing what she did best on the comparatively minuscule human-ish penis.  It tasted like ass and cunt but her taste buds could appreciate any variation from her camping diet. Dumbledore was in the zone, Hermione's blowing abilities were leagues above the average Hogwarts student he'd been dipping in all these months. Hermione, wanting him to get on with the tale, so gave his balls a two-handed squeeze.

"Ow! Right, well, during the first week of school I got a visit from ambassadors of other schools about a TriWizard tournament.  Did you know there were other wizard schools?"

 Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I told them that sounded boring and I'd prefer a TriWitch tournament where pretty girls do sexy stuff or something."

If Hermione could of rolled her eyes even farther, she would.

"They were quite interested, I was surprised. So the Dunstang fellow..."

Hermione raised a finger for Dumbledore to hold that thought while she pulled herself from the fifteen inches of sausage in her throat "Durmstrang" she corrected, before going back to fucking her own stomach entrance with his nasty but delicious cock.

"Right, so him and the French bitch were talking shit about this being unfair because their school would mop the floor with the other schools. I thought with you progressing so well that we had a chance so I got in on the action"

Hermione, before pulling out once again, buried her face deep into Dumbledore's groin while massaging the base of his cock with her throat and licking his sweaty ball sack. Only when she knew Dumbledore was past the point of no return did she pull out until his cockhead filled in her mouth, then gorged on the comparatively succulent juices of primate balls. Once she had sucked him dry and ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth to gather the sticky remains, Hermione finally asked the question she wanted to ask five minutes ago: "What action?"

"They each bet me their star student as a sex slave. You should have see the pictures, Miss Granger. First of all, they were moving. Honest to Merlin or whoever, the pictures were moving. And you should have seen those girls. One of them looked like an actual dungeon-type sex slave with piercings all over. Real kinky, totally my type. The other one, Miss Granger, you wouldn't believe how hot the other one was. I drooled all over that movie picture and I haven't been able to get that silver-blond tease out of my mind since. I'm getting hard again just thinking about her, do you mind?"

Hermione didn't mind but tried to look inconvenienced as she put Dumbledore's twitching cock in her mouth for the second time, this time using her hands to work the shaft.

"I said yes, obviously, thinking that I would be betting you as a sex slave or,you know, or a few other girls too so it was more fair." Hermione tried to bite down on Dumbledore's dick for him to acknowledge the insult but her little jaw was way under his weight class and he didn't notice.

"Turns out they each wanted control over Hogwarts if they won!" I didn't think we could lose, also, to be honest, I didn't really care and I sort of like what they did with the place. The mandatory sex is really helping develop the young minds of..." 

Hermione interrupted him and asked between two slurps: "Professor, was the prophecy rubbish this whole time".

"I'm afraid so, Miss Granger, but I did see potential in you. The potential to win me those beautiful sex dolls. She you introduced me to Loony, I knew I had a strong backup plan but she couldn't do it. You are this school's best chance at winning the Triwitch tournament. You weren't there and see what happened?"

Hermione sighed and pondered while mechanically stroking meat. "When exactly did you make that bet?"

"I remember it was the night you fell asleep in those green boys room." Dumbledore answered, hoping she'd focused more on her task.

"Bloody hell, I didn't have my Time Turner then so I can't go that far and stop your stupid mistake"

Dumbledore was smiling waiting for her to say it. The last year had been quite enjoyable for him but thinking of that Beauxbatons vixen again got him excited about a second chance at winning a lifetime of plowing her heavenly ass while squeezing two handfuls of her gigantic torpedoes.

Hermione eventually did say it: "I guess I'll have to go back as planned and win your stupid tournament. For Hogwarts's sake, not yours."

Dumbledore oozed with anticipation in her mouth.
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Chapter 10 - Day 10 (part 1) - The Goblet of Fire
 
Hermione woke up, exactly where she wanted to, completing a year-long plan to start the next real day on the right foot. She had taken over for one of her Time Turner selves, the one that spent the day with Luna. She was in a comfy bed, naked but her orifices free of cocks, her stomach flat and her best friend's face deep in the warmth of her breasts. She was holding Luna her like a teddy bear until the morning light stirred her half-awake. As if enacting a dream, her mouth found a nipple on her soft pillows and she suckled it. Hermione knew they would have to get up soon. They had a big day ahead of them and a school to save. Future Dumbledore had given her a few details about the tournament so she could be better prepared. The delegation from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were arriving soon followed by the Goblet of Fire inscriptions, the opening ceremonies and the first trial later that evening. Hermione caressed Luna's face until it woke her up. The cute blond witch opened her eyes, saw that she was suckling on Hermione's melon, smiled, and continued. Hermione laughed. "We have to go, sweetheart". Hermione put on her her skimpy pantie-less school uniform. She had gotten use to wearing that tiny thing now. When you spend so much time naked, a little bit of fabric goes a long way. She looked through Luna's things for her clothes but came up empty.

"Luna where are your clothes?"

Luna was rolling around naked in bed happy as a clam "I threw them all away hahaha"

"You can't just walk around naked everywhere. Here how about these socks. Hermione found, tucked between various contraptions in her suitcase, a pair of long socks with purple Ravenclaw strips at the thigh. Luna playful kicked her feet when Hermione tried to put them on but eventually gave up the game. Hermione could tell the socks were long but now realized they reached all the way up to Luna's firm round bottom, accentuating the length of her slender legs. Hermione still considered herself heterosexual but if she had a girl type, it would look exactly like Luna right now. They were about to enter an international slut competition so Hermione wasn't too worried about covering her lady-crush from head to toe but maybe one more article of clothing would complete the look. It dawned on her that her unclosable shirt was pretty useless at the moment, her large breasts were out there, regardless. The buttons were gone but with Luna smaller chest, the open shirt gave her a lot more dignity than it did for Hermione. Her pussy and butt were still completely exposed but now they looked like a real slut team and, with the support of her friend, she was gong to CRUSH those foreign bitches. 

They didn't even make it out of Ravenclaw tower before Hermione lost Luna to a small gang of horny boys seeing the airy teen as their House property. Hermione made Luna promise to make it back in time for the opening ceremony and got a thumbs up as a response, Luna being unable to use her mouth to answer. Hermione couldn't stick around and help, she wanted to see her competition.

The majority of Hogwarts students were in the great halls. A line of tables had been cleared to allow a procession of guests to make their way through. Hermione found a seat by Ron. It felt strange to be completely topless in school. It was mostly a symbolic difference than with her useless open shirt, but she still covered herself with her hands or crossed her arms whenever she could.

"Hey Ron, what did I miss?"

"Nothing yet, the Durmstrang boat just arrived, we probably have a few minutes before they reach the school." Ron gave her an awkward smile and an inquisitive look. Hermione sighed and disappeared under the table. She resurfaced almost immediately after carry a small mouthful of Ron's sperm. After that, waiting for the Durmstrang entrance was done in awkward silence. 
Notably absent from the main hall were Fred and Georges Weasley. They were still in the Upper Hall tower making sweet love to a previous version Time Turner version of Hermione. Unless she altered the timeline in a major way, they'd be busy until tomorrow morning. Harry was across the table from her, holding hands with his girlfriend Ginny. Hermione could see he was sneaking peeks at breasts whenever he thought nobody was looking. She couldn't really blame him, she had learned to appreciate how gorgeous her plump leading ladies were. They were looking even nicer since the pregnancy. Bigger, firmer and her nipple had inverted ever so slightly giving them a little slit you just wanted to pinch.

Just as Ron was about to ask for seconds, somber music echoed in the Great Hall and a formation of black-clad Durmstrang students cut the room in half. Hermione wasn't able to spot a single girl in the parade. They had probably only brought their slut champion with all boys student to participate in the festivities. 

Then it was Beauxbatons' turn to join them in the great hall. Their champion was easy to spot. Ahead of a large parade of handsome male students was a tall silver blond teen that looked to float more than walk. Either because of her Veela blood, her great beauty or the extravagant slutty ballerina outfit, once your eyes locked on her glow, it took considerable effort to look away. Fleur Delacour was much taller than Hermione but it was all from her legs that never ended. Her unitard went into a V starting as high as her belly button and becoming a thin string going between her perfectly visible and perfectly perfect pussy lips that seem to munch on the cord as she walked. The top of her unitard was stretched to the point of transparency showing the  world she had Hermione beat even in that department. They were so perky that they still torpedoed forward and bounced with each step while packed  in her tight one-piece. Every boys' mouth watered just looking at them. After she passed her table, Hermione could see what the bushy shape that was following her was. A long and high fox tail was sticking out of the back of her outfit. Seeing it sway from side to side as she walked, Hermione understood that it was only being held up by an anal implement. It looked like a heavy ornament to simply hold with your rectum but Fleur had an ass that looked like it could break open walnuts.

Ron had his mouth gaping the whole time. Once Fleur was far enough away to break the spell, he told Hermione without breaking eye contact with Fleur's hypnotizing buttocks: "I heard she can suck the cum right out of your balls."

Hermione couldn't understand why Ron was telling her this. She replied in a snarky tone: "Oh so you can save five precious seconds? I didn't hear any complaining when I sucked you off ten minutes ago."

Ron realized his mistake. "I'm sorry Hermione, you're still the best when it comes to that stuff. I could really use another right now, actually." Hermione sighed and mumbled "unbelievable" as she dropped under the table once again. When she heard the voice of Dumbledore resonating through the great hall, she fit both his penis and ballsack in her mouth ran her tongue all over them while sucking hard to get Ron to finish immediately and prove to him that Hogwarts chicks gave the best blowjobs.

"Students and esteemed guests, welcome to the first Triwitch tournament. We will determine the greatest upcoming female wizard based on slutiness, depravity, submissiveness and their ability to please wizards."

Hermione looked around for a girl to share her outrage with but everyone was still listening attentively to Dumbledore's sexist nonsense.

"If you believe yourself to have these qualities, you have until noon to put your name in the Goblet of Fire so that your worth can be judged."

A crowd gathered around the large flaming goblet on the stage of the great hall, just to see who would put their names in, and maybe catch a close up look at Fleur's snatch, who was the first one to step up to put her name in. She did not disappoint them. Fleur made a show of holding her paper between her toes and raised her leg in a more-than-vertical split giving the howling crowd a good look inside her slightly gaping holes with  only a piece of dental floss obscuring the view. The circle thickened too much to see after that, but she heard someone announce that she was giving blowjobs. Hermione turned to Ron to tell him it was OK if he wanted to go, but he was already gone. Harry was fidgeting in his chair, still holding hands with Ginny.

Hermione waited in her seat, confused about her feelings of disappointment that no one was coming to see her for treats. She hadn't eaten anything this morning, Ron's paltry load did not count and was getting peckish. Eventually, Fleur exited the stage, her hands in the robes of Dumbledore and the Durmstrang headmaster, probably dragging them to a random bedroom. They looked elated. The crowd dispersed and everyone looked satisfied. Had she given oral to a hundred students in fifteen minutes? Hermione, who had throated half-giants and was ass-fucked by horse cocks for a year felt for the first time that maybe she wasn't the biggest slut of the wizarding world.  On the first day of school, she would have taken that as a compliment but now, not only did the fate of Hogwarts rest on her ability to suck a mean dick but it was also a matter of pride.

With the crowd dispersing, Hermione could now put her name in the goblet without making a big show of it. She was coming up the podium as Luna  was stepping off.

"Luna did you put your name in the goblet? I asked you not to!  What if you get chosen and the exact same future repeats itself! At least I have a chance. I mean not like that... just that if I'm the Hogwarts champion, things have a chance of being different. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"I understand, Hermione" Luna circled around Hermione running her fingers across her shoulders then hugged her  from behind, caressing a breast with one hand and sliding the other one down to the brunette's leg gap. Hermione's legs went weak. "You're going to be chosen champion for sure. You're the greatest witch in the school. In all the schools.  But there might still be two champions from Hogwarts. Wouldn't it be nice to compete side by side." 

Hermione couldn't refute that logic, not while cumming that hard.

A circle was forming around them, now. Hermione didn't recognize any of the faces, some Beauxbatons uniforms, some Durmstrang. A lot of them already had their cocks out and she then realized that these schools only brought their "best" students on the field-trip. Either that or there was something in that French and Scandinavian water giving them a third leg. She hurried to the goblet to drop her name off and joined Luna again before the petite blond got overwhelmed.

The best friends were still working on their international welcome party when Dumbledore signaled the end of the inscription process. Hermione's suitors didn't let her see much of what was going on, but she listened.

"The goblet will now reveal the three most worthy witches."

Even with a crotch in her face, Hermione eyes caught the flash of blue light from the goblet spitting out a name: "Fleur Delacour!" This was to be expected, but Hermione was still upset that Fleur got announced first in case the order had a significance.

"Luna Lovegood" This was bad. Really bad. History was repeating itself! 

"...Ginny Weasley" The boy humping Hermione's face must have been a Durmstrang student because he forgot she existed for a moment and turn around, his dick popping out of her mouth. All the Durmstrang visitors were shouting insults mostly directed at a black-haired girl standing completely nude on the platform. Hermione could see why she never noticed her before; she was short and petite even more so than herself and looked so shy, especially now that hundreds of guys were yelling and spiting at her. She seemed to be trying her hardest to turn invisible. It didn't seem like she had an easy life. Her breast, somewhere about the size of Luna's had thick painful looking bullrings through each nipples. The two nipple rings were tied together with a third ring, which forced her modest breasts to squeeze together. That ring, in turn, had a leash attached to it that was being yanked punishingly by her handler. Looks like her life was only going to get worst. Hermione felt terrible... this was all her fault somehow. By all accounts, the Durmstrang student had been chosen in the original timeline. What was going on? Why Ginny? Why wasn't she chosen. She wasn't chosen. She wasn't chosen. That fact was slowly sinking in. Ginny meanwhile looked just as frightened as the Durmstrang girl. Harry looked like someone cast Petrificus Totalus on him and his redheaded girlfriend was crying and pleading to him that she didn't put her name in the goblet. That there was a mistake.

Then a bright blue flash illuminated the hall with light and hope for the confused brunette and the desperate raven-haired slave.  A fourth name?! Was the goblet confused from the time shenanigans. Dumbledore read the name:

"Hermione Granger"

The Durmstrang crowd, that had gone silent for the reveal, erupted in anger with twice the intensity as before. Their headmaster screaming louder than everyone else. He was mad at his champion, mad at Dumbledore, mad at the goblet, mad at Hermione. He kept saying every trial was prepared for three girls, that nothing would make sense. The mob of angry Durmstrang carried their fallen champion out of the room. Who knows what kind of horrible fate awaited her in their guest quarters. And what about Ginny? From what she heard of the trials from the previous timeline, the poor girl was never part of this freak show.

Harry had finally cleansed his Petrificus. He was arguing with Ginny about asking Dumbledore to disqualify her, that it would fix everyone's problems. Ginny, while still sounding like this was the worst thing that ever happened in her life, had the unexpected stance of not wanting to bother the headmaster. That surely everything would resolve itself. The truth is that she had definitely put her name in the flames. Like Luna, watching Hermione's budding promiscuity had awakened something inside her. Something that couldn't come out no matter how much she touched herself alone in her bed. She needed to feel a throbbing hard cock inside her and pretending to be a mistake in the tournament was her way to save face in front of her kind but naive boyfriend. 

As far as everyone else was concerned, Hermione was the mistake. She was the fourth, the anomaly. In truth, they were both anomalies of the space-time continuum. In the previous timeline, Ginny didn't have the courage to put her name without seeing Hermione do it first. Their participation was so intertwined and confusing that the goblet elected them together, judging their combined promiscuity to be above that of the Durmstrang cocksock.

The headmasters were having a long conversation out of earshot, The Durmstrang Headmaster stood as tall as Dumbledore. He had the face of an old man but his long curly black hair and imposing build made him more impressive.  He still looked angry but had calmed down. Both giant meant were dwarfed by the real giant-blooded Beauxbatons Headmistress, Olympe Maxime, who was taller than Hagrid himself. It was her who stepped forward to address the crowd of befuddled students.

"The tournament will go ahead as planned with four champions"

Any Durmstrang student that hadn't left to take out their anger out on the poor raven-hair girl were booing. Harry was furious too; Ginny had to hold him back from crashing the speech.

"Silence!" The giant woman's voice stunned the whole room quiet"  We will begin the opening ceremonies. The first trial will begin at sundown, the girls will be available to sample until then. Would the champions please come on stage, please."

There were three big cushions on stage. Hermione walked over to one of them. Fleur was already standing next to the first one and entertaining the crowd by squeezing her ample breasts together through her thin see-through one-piece and blowing them kisses. When she noticed Hermione, Fleur politely objected with her smooth velvety voice and obnoxious French accent: "I am so sorry, this cushion is for champions.  The cushion for cheating skanks is number four at the end". Hermione didn't see a cheating skank or a fourth cushion. There was an upside down rusty wash tub at the end. Was that supposed to be a cushion? Hermione was ready to snap back at Floozy DelaCunt but then she realized: if this really was the fourth seat, either Luna or Ginny would have to spend the next five hours on it. Maybe it was for the best if she took this one for team Hogwarts.

"I have to go. It'll be OK" Ginny had to repeat to Harry until he let go of her arm. She was the third one to reach the stage and took the cushion next to Hermione's bucket. She smiled shyly at her. She wanted to tell her  that she didn't mind taking the metal platform but she was so nervous about being on stage and talking to her idol, that the first few words came out all wrong and she just  gave up mid-sentence. Hermione was distracted looking for Luna who was probably still in the crowd sucking dicks.

The Beauxbatons headmistress was wondering the same thing but decided to start the ceremony with Fleur.

Champion number one, Fleur Delacour, please remove your clothes.. "

Fleur made a show of that, as well. She stretch her unitard upwards giving herself the world's biggest wedgie, both frontal and rectal, and slipped out of the outfit through the leg hole. Her breast were now fully unveiled for the first time, majestically defying gravity as they torpedoed forward. After a few hops to show students how hypnotic their bouncing was, she turned around and pulled out her tail using both hand. The plug was massive and made a loud thumb when it hit the floor.

"Do you have anything else inside you." The headmistress asked, which Hermione thought was the weirdest question to ask someone.

Fleur mimed herself thinking then raised a finger as if she just thought of something. She dug deep inside her ass, which looked pretty tight considering what it was housing a second ago. When her fingers reached a ring she pulled on it and exposed a few inches of string. On that string was a  ball maybe three inches in diameter that after much pulling plopped out with a popping sound that even Hermione heard from the other end of the stage, then another, then another. Fleur's ass was like a magic bag of anal beads. There was no doubt in Hermione's mind anymore, Fleur wasn't just all show, she was a pro. The crowd started counting balls as Fleur's ass gave birth to them and broke out in cheers when lucky number thirteen marked the end. But that bottomless whore wasn't done. She put the final ball in her mouth and swallowed it down, her mouth now free she took the next one in and forced it down as well. Last out, first in, all orbs own were swallowed down her lumpy throat until only the final bit of string and the ring it was tied to was left hooked on the tip of her tongue. She bowed to the applause and straddle the cushion face down with her gaping bottom facing the packed hall. 

"At the beginning of every trial, we will restore the champions holes to prevent preemptive stretching. Carnem Reparo!"

Luna was climbing on stage at the same moment, cum dripping from her mouth and nose.

"Champion number two. Luna Lovegood, please remove your clothes" Hearing her name, Luna intuitively said "present"

Luna took off Hermione's old shirt but then hesitated. "Can I keep my lucky socks?

The Headmistress stood so tall that she had to bend down to get a good look at the socks. They were riding all the way up her legs but left her ass and pussy exposed, which was the important part. She felt Luna up with her giant hands, looking for a hidden wand while Luna giggled from the tickling, then officially accepted the request.

"Is there anything inside you"

Luna, unlike Fleur, didn't prepare a show as an answer to that question, she's had so many things put in and taken out of her ass lately that she genuinely wasn't sure. She put a whole hand up her bum and felt around before coming to the conclusion that no, other than some leftover cum she licked off of her fingers, she was good to go.

"Carnem Reparo!"

Ginny was visibly trembling. It looked like she wouldn't even get past the undressing part of the championship. Hermione felt so bad for her, but maybe that was for the best. She had no idea Ginny was here voluntarily and hoped she'd get disqualified immediately to save her from the sex torture of the next few days.

"Champion number three, Ginny Weasley. Please remove your clothes."

Ginny became stiff as a board. She was the only contestant that walked on stage with proper clothes on. The only visible skin was from her face, hands and shaking knees. She was three or four times redder than usual. The crowd laughed from her turning around before unbuttoning her shirt. Only Hermione was facing her now.  When their eyes met , it gave Ginny the courage to go through with the her undressing. She was wearing so many layers and the crowd was getting impatient. Once down to white bra and undies, Hermione  saw just how fragile and immature Ginny's body looked. From what Hermione had heard of the first trial, this bullying would end soon enough, if she made it there. 

Ginny took a deep breath and remove her bra. Her breasts were two small lemons with puffy nipples taking more than half of the surface area. Hermione tried to wrap her juicy grapefruits in her arms not to give Ginny more insecurities than she probably had. Next came the  panties, a thin red flame of hair adorned her tight and short pussy lips.

Ginny turned to face the crowd as soon as her underwear was removed. So that she could hid both her modest breasts and genitals with her hands like a renaissance painting. Hermione got the first peek at her butt. It was small but certainly her most curvaceous feature. The crowd was chanting "Show us! Show us!" They all sounded so distant to Ginny, who unbeknownst to anyone in the room, was on the verge of her the first orgasm of her life just from the thrill of exhibitionism. She removed her arms and placed them by her side stiff like boards. Most of the crowd cheered, some laughed. Hermione accidentally found Ron's face in the crowd then couldn't look away the same car-crash way he couldn't look away from his sister's freckled body.

"You probably don't have anything inside you" Madam Maxime whispered to Ginny with a caring tone. Ginny nodded. "Alright take your place and Carnem Reparo!" The headmistress, didn't move on to the next contestant. She stood there looking back and forth between her wand and Ginny's posterior. She excused herself backstage to consult with the other headmasters who seemed delighted at what they were hearing. The Durmstrang headmaster and Dumbledore looked like they argued for a while but eventually the Durmstrang leader won and approached the stage. During this pause Ginny was sobbing on her cushion. Hermione thought it was because of the embarrassing way her raised bubble butt was facing hundreds of students for such a long time, but Ginny actually felt miserable because she thought she would be disqualified.

"This tournament is just full of surprises. It seems contestant number 3 is virgin!" The Durmstrang headmaster announced to all.

The crowd roared in laughter once again, and Ginny was now crying audibly.

"To repair some of the injustice the Durmstrang institute has faced during the champion selection. I, Igor Karkaroff, will take the Hogwarts champion's innocence before we continue."

A third of the crowd cheered and banged on their tables, but from the other side of the room someone was screaming "WAAAIIIIT!" Harry was runnning to the stage.

"That's... that's my girlfriend!" Ginny suppressing her newfound happiness of not being disqualified was repeating the same words to her beau as before "It's OK Harry, I'll be OK"

So what?" Igor asked Harry

"So... you can't do that." he replied his voice shaking.

"Ha!" The Durmstrang headmaster turned around and prepared his cock for the shattering of Ginny's maidenhead, ignoring Harry completely.

"I should do it!" Harry adjusted his tune slightly and it worked, Headmaster Karkaroff turned around. "Really? Why don't we let your girlfriend decide?"

"Sounds great" Harry replied his voice now full of confidence but his body shaking under his robes.

"Take your cock out, boy. Let her get all the facts before deciding who will plow her pretty garden.  Take it out or I'm claiming her now."

Harry didn't have a choice, but at least he knew it was merely a formality. He reached under his robes and pulled his pants down just enough to slide out his penis, flaccid from the stress despite being surrounded by beautiful naked women.  When he looked up, he saw what he was up against and shriveled another inch. Igor's dick rivaled Dumbledore size, maybe even a bit bigger. Veins the size of Ginny fingers were traveling all over its shaft and three prominent moles completed the ruggedness. The slightest breeze would have made Ginny cream herself while looking at this symbol of power and virility.

"I'm sorry, Harry" Ginny told him with a sad look indicating her choice. The charade was over. Harry stood there dick in hand, his world broken as Igor immediately stepped up to Ginny's podium. The second his grotesque sausage touched the entrance of her pure little snatch, Ginny started cumming and didn't stop. Not when her hymen broke, not when her outer lips parted so wide an experienced pornstar would have called for time out, nor when her inner lips buckled under the pressure of the inches of meat that just kept coming. The wrinkles, the veins, the moles were rubbing her clitoris as they passed her entrance. Every new inch was a cumulative orgasm and it all exploded when she felt the sinister tall man's crotch rub against her own. He was so big, she was so small, but she took all of it like a true champion. Igor was goading Harry as he plowed his girlfriend fiercely until the-boy-who-lived ran off. As if he just kept going to humiliate Harry, Igor let himself go as soon as he left. He gave a series of loud grunts for a solid two minutes as he packed Ginny's womb full of his fertile seed. His cock-warmer wasn't making a sound but her mouth was opened impossibly wide and her back looked about to break backwards. 

After he finished draining his balls, Igor turned around, hands he the air, cock still dripping and tainted red from the violent break-in. All of his cum was safely trapped inside Ginny's violated womb; it was the flood of her own lubrication that had soaked it and an entire side of the cushion. Ginny was still twitching when Igor gave her a congratulatory loud butt smack, which triggered another big one for the volatile young witch. And when the Beauxbaton headmistress came back to magically repair Karkaroff's damage, Ginny spasmed again. Everything was triggering her today and couldn't wait to get destroyed again.

Contestant number...... four" Madam Maxime purposefully hesitated as a slight to the third Hogwarts champion's claim. Hermione didn't wait for any further humiliating comments, she removed her navel skirt, laid down on the metal tub and said "I'm empty."

Madam Maxime scoffed and Carnem Reparoed her. All eyes were on her exposed backside so no one saw Hermione's eyes grow wide. She was good. Was it practice? Natural talent? She felt so tight, Luna's skinny pinky would have a tough time penetrating her. She almost pulled a Ginny right then and there but kept her composure.

"Until supper, the champions are here for your enjoyment. Try to form orderly lines front and behind. And please finish quickly, although that will probably be beyond your control depending if you pick one of the capable champions" 

That was another slight at Hermione, she knew it. Well, she was going to show her. Boys won't be able to last two seconds in her holes, she told herself. The initial penetration of even a normal size student was surprisingly painful because of how tight she had been fixed, but the next five hours were pretty uneventful. As dreaded, but expected, everyone wanted to get in Fleur's lines until they got so long that students began weighing other options. Ginny's line was the next to fill up, then Luna's, then hers. This was not a good start. She did her best to give everyone who came to see her a good time. And they all showed their gratitude by unloading quickly into her mouth or throat or pussy or ass, or ear (damn Malfoy jerk). 

Supper time seem to come as fast as Ginny hearing the word penis. That girl had been in heaven the whole time. Her inexperience didn't matter as she feared. She just laid there, letting boys do their worst and it was more than enough for her... and them. She went through at least as many suitors as Hermione that afternoon. Hermione saw Fleur fans get back in the same line multiple times, something she doubted happened much in her lines. She told herself it was because pretty much all Hogwarts boys had already sampled her, but that wouldn't explain the students from other schools...

"Everyone return to your seat when you finish as we prepare the first trial." This marked another publicly humiliating moment for Hermione as most of her line, realizing they only had one load left to drop, switched lines to Fleur's. A few loads later she was laying uncomfortably on her metal bucket, holes dripping, waiting for the sheep to finish inside the sex-freak of nature on the opposite side of the stage. At least she could now watch the elaborate trial contraption build itself magically. Pieces of wood were assembling into three long boards covered in pegs shaped like the phallus of various magical creatures from smallest to biggest. When it was down to the final touches, Hermione was able to recognize some of the dildos. The second smallest one was shaped like a dog's dick. It was too big for a dog or wolf so Hermione assumed it was that of a werewolf. The third-biggest she knew very well. It was a centaur's cock for sure. The final one was just a couple inches longer than a centaur's but so much wider and strange-looking. Its main girth was in the middle and looked like it had its own muscles and a spine. Some kind of dragon maybe? In any case, Hermione felt pretty confident about this trial. She wouldn't be able to take the final dildo, but she was certain nobody else could either. Making it past the centaur peg  would probably secure her the victory. 

When the platform stopped bustling with flying material, the wooden cocks turned to flesh before everyone's amazed eyes (except for Fleur who still had her face buried in the crotch of one of the final ten students in her mouth-line). Based on how perfectly accurate the centaur penis was, Hermione figured all the others were shaped with the same degree of perfectionism. Since they actualized, the magical cocks seemed animated. The 6th one, between the centaur and dragon definitely was; it was basically three long coils flailing about. If you concentrated, you could see the centaur one twitch at little and the dragon one pulsate. Hermione was getting excited, not about the prospect of having to warp her body around these gross-looking abominations but because this was phenomenal display of magic. Ginny next to her was besides herself, not because this was a phenomenal display of magic, but because she wanted to warp her body around these gross-looking abominations.
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Chapter 11 - Day 10 (part 2) - Care of magical creatures

Chapter 11 - Day 10 (part 2) - Care of magical creatures
Dumbledore cleared his throat: "Here are the rules of the first trial is a trial. Champions need to fully insert themselves on the member of each fantastic beasts and have an orgasm. The enchanted penises will respond in kind. This must be performed vaginally and anally for every stage. Failure to satisfy every beast before the end of the day will result in disqualification."

This was a detail no one bothered to tell Hermione when she inquired about the tournament from the alternate timeline.  Cumming while impaled on these... things!? Both holes!? And they are  expecting young students to do all of them!?  The dragon one was wider than any of the champion's waist! Hermione also only then realized then that there was three rows of magical cocks for the four of them. She wasn't sure how they would make that work but had a feeling she'd be the one on the rusty bucket end of the deal, once again.

"Here are the creatures the champions must sate." Dumbledore pulled out a list because he had no idea who the cocks belonged to.

1. "Erkling" The lineup started relatively small, maybe ten inches, but weird. Like a flower made of dark green rubber. The presumed dick had a bobbing knobby ball on a thinner stem. The entire head seemed to ooze precum from its pores.

2. "Werewolf" Hermione called it. It was a manageable fourteen inches, the only tricky part would the wide knot at the bottom.

3. "Alpha Wood Nymph" Hermione kicked herself for not figuring that one out. it was the only one that kept its wooden veneer. It was simply a series of knots on a rigid stem, like Fleur's anal beads but growing in size the farther down you went. This would be the stage where things would get interesting as the whole structure was the length of Hagrid's cock. The middle knot was about Hagrid's girth, which meant it got much worse towards the end.

4."Hippogriff"  Looked like a centaurs but a few inches shorter it was also covered in soft-looking feathers, which looked nice to slide in but perhaps hard to slide out against the grain after...

5. "Centaur"  Yup, that was a centaur alright, Hermione thought. Just over two feet of thick cock ending with a ridge at the tip. Her ass was ready for that one.

6."Basilisk"  Three winding tentacles each about two inches thick were flailing from the bench, extending and poking around as if on constant lookout for a hole to dig into. Hermione could understand giant hole-stretching dicks... This one, though, was uncharted territory.

7. "And a Common Welsh Green!" Hermione looked around for someone to acknowledge that she called that one, though not the exact species, but remembered she was talking to herself at the time and also that nobody cared.

The Beauxbatons headmistress took over for Dumbledore: "Will champion one to three stand by their lanes, please" 

Fleur had just finished swallowing the final load from her line of last-minute horny students and ran past everyone to secure the first, most visible lane. Luna skipped merrily to the second. Ginny...  she had to roll herself off of her cushion and crawl to the third lane, her body still assaulted by the remnant of her first experience with debilitating tremors of pleasure. 

Hermione laid there looking like an idiot until Madam Maxime came to see her.
 
"You'll have to wait until a lane frees up. Here's a little something so you don't get bored." With a flick of her wand and intelligible dark words, she sent Hermione into a waiting room of constant agony and ecstasy. Hermione wouldn't even get to cheer for her Hogwarts sisters from her state of constant convulsion from a never-ending orgasm.

Ginny was the first one to fully complete the first stage in what would have been a world-record time had this been an official wizard games event.  She started cumming the second the bumpy head touched her lower lips and, as soon as she was fully seated, a deep glow was seen through her navel as a visual indicator she had completed half of stage one. She was holding her abdomen as the elf-like cock filled her womb. The only weakness of the budding nymphomaniac was recuperating between orgasms. Every sensation was so new to her but the motivation of feeling new things was also strong. She pulled out of the rubbery flower and sat down again this time with the tumor entering her re-virgined asshole. The well-lubricated ball took no effort to slide in and she came instantly again, her abdomen glow intensifying as a display of completion. Before moving on to the second dildo, she looked at the mess of cum she left behind and quickly, pretending to tie non-existing shoes and hoping the hundreds of people watching her every move wouldn't notice, wrapped her mouth around the tip for a quick taste. She had tasted the cum of hundreds of students earlier that day, but there was a whole world of jizz for a sexually repressed born-again slut like herself.  She repeated the same routine on the werewolf  cock, where she came before taking the knot and her juices allowed her to plop down on it. She struggled to take widest lumps of the nymph tree-cock in her small inexperienced orifices, but by then she had a commanding lead.

Luna was doing great as well but her weakness was the lack of motivation at winning. Hermione told her she'd been here before and failed, so her participation was mostly for fun. She came several times in each hole on the Werewolf cock just because she liked it so much. That girl truly had a passion for doggie dicks. 

Fleur looked frustrated that these amateurs were in the lead. Sure, maybe her libido had dulled a bit over the years and she didn't cream herself the second her holes touched a phallic object like these Hogwarts skanks, but creature-milking was her goddam major and she knew all the tricks. She was going to invest some time stretching her holes on the wood nymph before moving on and skipping the Hippogriff until the end because of how sticky its cum is. The Leviathan was going to be a joke as long as she stayed calm, and the dragon looked intimidating but she knew it was more spongy and compressible than it appeared. These rookies would probably give up just looking at it.

Nearly an hour later, Fleur still looked to be behind, swallowing and spitting out the large knot of the alpha nymph with her anus after having done the same reverse-kegel exercise with her snatch. However, she was almost ready to start sprinting ahead. Ginny was stuck on the first part of the centaur. Her legs were just dangling, not quite reaching the floor, a foot beneath the dildo-ridden plank. She was doing her best to bounce herself deeper but progress was slow; the Hippogriff cum covered her insides in sticky goo that was working against her penetration efforts as Fleur predicted. Luna was a step behind Ginny. She loved the feel of the feathers on the Hippogriff cock tickling the deepest regions of her colon and decided to stay there a bit longer.

As great as the show was, Hermione stole some of it. Her convulsions had her tits jiggling alluringly. A lot of the boys were thinking about it, but Lee Jordan was the first to act. He'd been watching sexy girls get off on monster cocks for an hour and he needed relief. He climbed on the left side of the stage, away from the action and tried to restrain the writhing witch as he pushed himself in her twitching cunt. Hermione, tormented by the anti-crucio spell, would have no recollection of Lee fucking her or the hundreds of students who followed his lead, but still instinctively serviced them if only to try to quench her insatiable need to cum.

As Fleur foresaw again, the Hogwarts girls didn't know the first thing about being violated by a Basilisk's three-prong tentacle cock. You have to relax every muscle of your body and let the beast take you whole. It's also best to try and guide two of the tentacles towards your pussy so that only one of them will wind up your intestines and come out of your throat to cum in your mouth. That class wasn't on the Hogwarts curriculum at all and, while Ginny and Luna thoroughly enjoyed the experience, the two tentacles dilating the entire length of their insides wasted a lot of time fighting against added constriction from orgasms and cramps. It was a long hour before the slimy anal adventurers emerged in their mouths, but at least both requirements of the stage were fulfilled at once as they came while the third tentacle simultaneously expelled its rich content in their womb.

Another three hours later, Fleur completed her final dildo. She rubbed her breasts against the shaft of the Hippogriff cock she kept for last as a show for the dedicated students who stayed until the end. All the penises of her row were glowing bright and she left the stage triumphantly.  Madam Maxime considered Hermione indisposed from still being fucked by a crowd of students and didn't inform her of the vacancy immediately, nor did she undo her curse. At that point, both Ginny and Luna were at the Dragon stage. Their skinny frames and short stature weren't allowing gravity to compress the unreal monument of meat inside them very fast, but as they peaked and wet themselves, a few inches were swallowed up by their hungry holes. Between two orgasms, Luna decided to engage in conversation with her neighbor who was never really between orgasms, but could occasionally form complete sentences.

"Ginny it's so nice to see you in the competition. Do you like it so far? Don't you just love that feeling when your insides give up resisting and surrender completely to a twitching warm cock? And when you become one with that manly meat and it explodes inside your mismatched trembling body and you feel like you are drowning in cum so much its like flooding your brain..."

 Luna's speech filled the only unstimulated sense left to Ginny. The taste and aroma of spicy Basilisk sperm still in her mouth. The feeling of her body making room for a dick as wide as she was. The sight of the shape of a foreign object deep inside, stretching her skin. And now, Luna's soft voice narrating her experience. Her already off-the-chart cumming intensified and she slowly but surely slid down the dragon cock, which packed itself tightly taking every cubic inch of space in of her reproductive system. It burst into light and cum when her adorable bubbly butt touched the wooden base. Not familiar with how well her body could cope with gallons of liquid trapped inside, she thought she would explode from the immense surge of heated jizz. "Way to go, Ginny, Luna cheered,  as Ginny pushed herself off with her legs. "Hermione would be so proud of you!"

Ginny had one final insertion to go and had just inserted the tip of the dragon into her ass still gaping from the previous encounters. She turned an extra shade of red from Luna's comment about Hermione. "How... how did you know?"

"Just the way you look at her, I guess. She's my idol too."

Ginny was happy to finally have someone to talk to. "Really?  She's so pretty isn't she? And I like that she doesn't care what people think about her. She doesn't hide her lust, you know?"

"Yeah look at her over there, making all these people happy. And that makes her happy."

Talking about Hermione made Ginny more horny than anything. When Luna started describing what they did to each other the past couple days, while she watched her hero in a huge orgy and loving every second of it. Because of that, she was able to take the dragon anally even faster than Fleur did before her and its cum filled her already crowded entrails the second her still adorable but unbelievably stretched ass touched the plank. She licked the dragon dick before leaving, as per her new tradition (still pipping hot... and sour), thanked Luna for her help and wished her the best of luck. She felt like they were already best friends. 

Ginny was heading  towards the Gryffindor quarters for some much needed rest when she was ambushed by her faithful boyfriend Harry.  There was an awkward moment of silence. Ginny being completely nude, her red, open ass and pussy dripping globs of white ooze that were splashing on the floor did not help.

"Listen" They both said at once. Ginny pressed on. "I want to apologize. I was just really confused. I've been feeling all sorts of new emotions lately but it was selfish of me to shut you out like that. It won't happen again."

Harry said his peace as well: "I should of been more attentive to your needs. You'll never have a reason to go to someone else. Like tonight I'm going to make love to you real good." 

Ginny tried not to cringe at Harry's awkwardness "Harry you're so sweet but I'm so tired tonight. I just want to go to sleep."

Harry smiled. As much as his ego couldn't handle much more rejection, he was actually hoping to simply hold his pretty girlfriend all night, knowing she was his and his alone from now on. He wrapped his cloak around her naked body and they walked hand in hand back to the Gryffindor tower. That is until they ran into Igor Karkaroff. He smiled at Harry who squeezed Ginny hand tightly.

"You there, fire girl, come spend the night with me, I bet your still a virgin that far deep in your throat. Only if you want, of course." Karkaroff gave Harry a big toothy grin. He was addressing Ginny but that last part was just for him. Harry grinned back. He just wished there were more people around to see Igor get humiliated like he... "I'll.... I'll see you tomorrow, Harry. I love you." She kissed Harry on the cheek and gave him back his cloak as he stood there speechless.

Karkaroff took Ginny into a secluded section of Hogwarts' underground reserved for the Durmstrang company. She passed a room where the foreign school's rejected champion was still being punished. Ginny had to stop and watch. The girl was suspended from the ceiling by chains attached to her piercings. Ninety-nine percent of the time she was actually held up by cocks, two in her mouth and one in her pussy or ass, but that  one percent between shifts looked really painful. Ginny wanted to be in her place so badly. "She lives only on cum and piss." Karkaroff told her, breaking her out of her trance but making her even wetter.

They abandoned the Durmstrang girl to her fate and entered Igor's cold, candlelit room. He guided her to his bed where she laid down on her back without any idea of what to do next. Thankfully, Igor took charge. He got on his knees above her face. Ginny opened her mouth at the sight of the familiar sixteen-inch veiny and wart-infested abomination. He pushed in at a steady pace, ignoring the choking that made her whole body reel. Once fully inside he pumped his cock head in and out of her stomach while rubbing his balls on her nose. Ginny never manage to get rid of her gag reflex that night and spent the entire time retching and gagging, her face caked in spit and cum. She wouldn't want it any other way. 


It was late when Madam Maxime uncursed Hermione. Luna was keeping Hagrid and Fang company for the night. All students had gone to bed.

"The stage is all yours. All the real champions have completed the trial.  Make sure you finish before we start the next trial tomorrow morning or you'll be eliminated. Carnem Reparo"

Hermione had no idea what time it was or where she was... but sensed the urgency since this was clearly some kind of betrayal. It took her a moment to get her lucidity back from the hours her brain had been in sex-crazy mode. She was completely exhausted, physically and sexually, but got to work anyway. She had to. Madam Maxime seemed to have made her extra tight. Even the Erkling was challenging to pass through. She used her fingers to spread her labia wide and sat on the bulgy tip with all her weight. She could fell the ball tip well as it traveled down her tightened birth canal. That Beauxbatons cheater probably didn't think she could come again after spending so long under her curse but this wasn't Hermione's first rodeo.

Hermione came hard on the weird looking cock and it flooded her womb with its seed, but nothing else happened. She figured there would be some cue. She tried again and again. Four times she came before the oozing dildo illuminated. Hermione was on the verge of tears. She had no time to spare and no one in the hall was there to fix her defective lane. She repeated the process anally and again, only four orgasms later did the glow intensity increase, signaling the completion of this stage. It was already a struggle to stay awake but now she had to work extra hard to make it before they announced the next event. 

A few early birds came to sit in the great hall before the sun was up, giving her an idea at how bad the situation was. She was still only on orgasm five of eight on the Centaur. Thankfully, Hermione was in her element. If she had one thing that the professional Beauxbatons slut didn't, it was that the fear of failure, the stress, the desperation... those things only made her more sexually volatile.  

Madam Maxime would be coming in any moment. Under normal circumstances she would not appreciate having two tentacles race through her digestive track, making her taste the cum of every cock that had been in her ass today then blow a new load right in her nasal cavity, and a third coiling up inside her womb like a nesting snake, but she was just happy to complete stage six so quickly. Getting off on it was easier than getting off of it. Pulling over 20 feet of resisting worms out of her only exacerbated her exhaustion. 

When she finally pulled out the last Basilisk cocktacle and climbed on top of the dragon, many students were now having breakfast in the main hall. As she sat there, waiting for gravity to anchor her insufficiently chasmal anus on the dragon tip, she began questioning whether the Beauxbatons headmistress lied about everyone finishing. Even Ginny? She couldn't take any chances; the fate of the school depended on her. 

Where Luna and Ginny had succeeded with patience, Hermione had to succeed with brute force. While riding the top of the beast she was jumping up and down and using her hands to help pry herself open. It was agonizing but she only had to worry about feeling good later, once she reached the end. The excitement of completing such an impossible-looking task in front of a large audience played well with her sexual profile and when she felt the cold wooden surface on her stretched ass, she came, and came, and came, and came. On the last one she let herself get slowly ejected from the pressure of all the cum inside her. She wouldn't of had the strength to push herself off. Sitting on the tip again, all she had to do was to get her dry, battered pussy to cooperate one final time. Well four final times. 

The sun of a new day was flooding the hall now. The loud footsteps of the half-giant headmistress cut through the student chatter like a the tics of a time bomb...
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Chapter 12 - Day 11 - A witch's feast

Chapter 12 - Day 11 - A witch's feast
"Silence. Silence!" The Beauxbatons headmistress was eager to announce the official start of the second trial, disqualifying Hermione, but instead she quieted the room enough for everyone to hear the cock-stuffed witch's loud moan of pleasure, her eight and final orgasm on the now fully glowing dragon dick. She passed out on it soon after.

Madam Maxime continued, peeved that her plan backfired but hopeful that Hermione would be too exhausted to continue. "Please welcome to the stage yesterday's first champion to complete the trial: Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons academy!"

The entrancing blond walked to the stage. She had another one of her slutty outfits on. She had found a way to look more naked than when naked, this time wearing a green bikini that was mostly just a collection of thin strings that happen to pass by key areas. As she walked across the hall, her tits bounced and jiggled alluringly, not impeded at all by the negligible cords.  One of her nipples slipped out of its precarious sling, but she paid it no mind. She was also the only champion to have gotten a full night's sleep. Albus traded some expensive wine for a night of plowing her ass on the condition that she be allowed to sleep through it. Evidence of that was in the size of her gaped and bruised bumhole.

"The second champion to complete the first challenge: Ginny Weasley from Hogwarts."

Igor Karkaroff took the stage in her stead. Had something happened to Ginny last night? Harry was ready to rush across the hall and punch Igor in his crooked teeth but it turned out Ginny was fine; she was also on stage. Igor opened his robes and there she was, levitating a foot above ground, her throat firmly wrapped around his cock. With a flick of his wand, Karkaroff let his overnight cock-massager fall on the floor. The drop wasn't even enough to fully dislodge his long sausage. Only when Ginny fell backwards from her knees that the audience saw all sixteen inches of cock she was somehow hiding in this tiny torso. Ginny coughed and spewed while laying on her back, adding fresh sperm and spit to her already covered face.

"The third champion to complete the first trial. From Hogwarts, Luna Lovegood! Luna?"

...

"She's here! She's here! Hagrid footsteps made every table in the Great Hall shake. He was running towards the stage breathing heavily, a cute blond witch tied to his stomach. When he set her down, it was revealed that she was simply impaled on his large meat stick and holding on to his beard to stay upright. It seems him and Karkaroff had a similar idea to maximize their time with their favorite girls.

"Thank you for the lift, Hagrid. And thank you for tonight" Hagrid turn red and giggled nervously. Luna wasn't wearing anything fancy, just her high socks and lucky button-less shirt.

"The LAST champion to have completely the first trial, also from Hogwarts, Hermione Granger." Madam Maxime continued but with a much lower voice, hoping not to rouse sleeping beauty.

Hermione woke up upon subconsciously hearing her name. She responded to the crowd with a wave, perched on her dragon dildo. It wasn't until she saw all the other champions lined up that she understood where she was and began the difficult task to unimpaling herself before joining them.

Madam Maxim had no choice but to proceed with today's event with all four champions. "We have gathered the only three known Vessels of Wanting. Anything the holder wishes will appear in the receptacle. A true slut has but one wish, that is to drink an endless amount of cum. Today our champions will get their wish. Before sundown, they must wish the Vessel full of cum and swallow every drop one... hundred times."
By the look shared by Fleur and the Beauxbatons headmistress, this challenge, or at least the quantity involved, was not their idea. Ginny and Luna seemed delighted, however. They immediately went to sit at their assigned chairs, eagerly awaiting the vessels.

Hermione heard the rules but was immediately dragged outside of the great hall by Karkaroff.  

"Lucky for you, before we knew about your Cerberus, we had brought our own creatures for tomorrow's challenge." He took Hermione deeper and deeper into the Hogwarts underground until she was pushed into a damp cell-like stone room with three sleeping mountain trolls. 

"Swallow a load from each troll and we can say you finish the challenge. If some spill on floor, you have to lick it up."

Hermione looked at the floor and made a mental note not to drop anything on its filthy surface.

"Won't they wake up?" she inquired.

"Don't worry there is magic spell on them. They should stay asleep."

"Should?"

Igor cast a clumsy version of Carnem Reparo on her and closed the cell door. The thought crossed his mind of adding a busty brunette Hogwarts girl to his fuck list, but his fist had a date with the Durmstrang champion's asshole for the better part of today.

Hermione approached the troll that was sleeping on his side giving her easy access to his genitals.  Even flaccid, the 12-foot troll's member, laying on the floor, was the size of a fully erect Centaur cock. It was covered in bumps and warts and smelled worse the closer she got. His ballsack was the size of an exercise ball. Hermione couldn't understand how it was fair for her to drain all three of these giant cum-factories when clearly there would have been one troll for each of the three champion had this been the challenge.  

Nevertheless, Hogwarts' future depended on her, so she got down on her knees and massaged the pustulant anaconda. The slightest touch made it twitch; a prideful Hermione had the thing nice and hard in no time at all. To make sure she was prepared for the barrage of cum that would surely follow at any given moment, the skillful cockmaster put her mouth against the hole at the tip of the monstrous dick. She had to open her mouth wide to cover the urethra tunnel and couldn't do much else than tongue its inside lining while caressing the head with her hands. The troll whined and, thinking it was waking up, Hermione's heart raced but she stayed the course. It looked like the troll was still getting his cock sucked in dreamland.

Without warning, a blast hit Hermione in the back of the throat. Her head flew backwards and, as she swallowed what hadn't already splashed out, a second spurt shot right in her face. Now blind, she followed the provenance of the massive spurts pilling on her face until she managed to wrap her mouth against the opening again. She regained control of the situation and swallowed rope after rope but there was just so much capacity in her tight little human throat, a lot of the ejaculation overflowed out of her nose and added to the mess. The troll's cum train had no breaks but Hermione was gulping down everything he threw at her long after she felt full, long after her stomach expanded to new levels and even long after her belly button turned outie. Surely there would be an end to this deluge eventually, she thought, and just as she decided that she had no choice but pull off, the next spurt felt weaker. The one after even more so. "I've done it" Hermione told herself before scooping the layers of troll jizz off her eyes and seeing the pool of the same substance she was sitting in. "Well, most of it."



Upstairs in the main hall, the three girls finally had their hands on the legendary Vessels of Wanting. They weren't very impressive. Just three wooden salad bowls, the outside covered in carvings of various symbols. When Ginny and Luna placed their hands on them, they instantly filled nearly to the brim with a white gooey unmistakable liquid. Both of them brought the bowl to their lips and chugged. *Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp* resonated in the hall to a crowd that had gone silent, slightly horrified at how much the Hogwarts champions could chug spunk with no slowing down or gagging.  

The Hogwarts cum-toilets weren't even thinking of the competition at this moment, the vessels had given them what they genuinely desired. Luna started to fall behind after the first helping. Ginny put the vessel down and it instantly filled back up with the same substance, which she promptly worked down her gullet again, but Luna set the bowl down and pondered. It remained empty because she was conflicted. Eventually it filled up again, to the untrained eye and palate, it was just another batch of plain old human semen, but Luna tested the abilities of the fabled artifact by wishing for dog cum, which she could easily recognize the taste of. It absolutely worked and a whole world of possibilities opened before before her.

Fleur's act of only pretending to love guzzling jizz was exposed by the Vessel of Wanting when it kept filling itself with chocolates, which she repeatedly tossed out. She eventually got it working, but was already behind and had to focus intensely to refill the bowl every time while all Ginny had to do was set it down for a fraction of a second. Fleur's only chance of catching up came and went. Ginny, forgetting to breathe, lost consciousness and fell face-first in the half full bowl . Harry rushed the stage to intervene when he saw none of the professors were doing anything about his girlfriend drowning in a pool of cum. It's a good thing he noticed the bubbles and the liquid going down or he might have disqualified her girlfriend by intervening. Ginny was swallowing what she could, perhaps subconsciously, while submerged. Once almost everything was slurped up, she took one single deep desperate gasp before getting back to drinking bowl after bowl.



Hermione was busy cleaning the mess of her cell with her tongue.  She couldn't even stand up right now with how much cum she had ingested and couldn't imagine how she was going to take another Troll load, let alone two. One thing at a time, she told herself. This cum on the floor wasn't getting any cleaner or fresher so it was best to lap it up now.

She might have gotten too close to another troll, or maybe her squishy bottom was raised too high as she was licking the floor, giving one of them a whiff of the sweet aroma of her re-virgined pussy.  Either way, one of the troll was definitely waking up. Hermione crawled quietly to the opening in the cell door and try to whisper as loud as she could without aggravating the troll situation.

"Excuse me, I think there's a problem. Hello? I need help"

The troll never spent one thought on where he was or how he got there. He spotted Hermione's pretty round behind from across the room and lunged at her, grabbed her slim waist and started slamming her posterior against his bulbous knob. Hermione couldn't help but scream and, in doing so, woke up the other two cell mates.

To make sure he claimed his prize before the other trolls had a chance, Troll number one increased his pounding intensity until one of Hermione's hole gave way. The lucky orifice was her cunt, which, now that it started giving way to the troll cock, had no chance to resist his strength. In a single thrust the massive thing stretched open her pussy and punched her in the cervix. Another pump later and the tight inner opening was spread wide and her womb had two feet of cock expanding its walls outside her figure. The third pump had her ass right up against the troll's bean bag. Hermione was in so much shock, she had forgotten to breath since she was first picked up and her first long gasp brought upon her all the delayed sensations of having been skewered by an appendage as wide as her waist.

The now alpha troll was trying to fend off the two rivals with one hand while jerking off with his soft elastic, but annoyingly loud, fuck-doll with the other. Eventually he got overwhelmed and agreed to share. Hermione felt thick rough fingers the size of Hagrid's dick poke at her free hole. Once he had two in her extra-stretched little bum, the second troll spread his fingers wide apart to prepare Hermione in record time. He didn't want to wait; the third troll seemed less eager to get in on the action for now, but only because he had just came twenty minutes ago. Soon his lust would grow and he would stop at nothing to get a piece of that cream pie. 

Hermione thought a year of centaur cocks pulling her ass apart would prepare her, at least mentally, for the troll gangbang, but even if the conditioning did help keeping her body in one piece, she was not prepared. As the second troll dick slid inside, squeezing her taint to the thickness of paper and making her organs scramble for space, Hermione screamed and kicked as if the trolls had a chance to care. The two gigantic dicks eventually worked out a rhythm of penetration. If the Triwitch committee had seen this display, she would have been crowned on the spot. Hermione's endorphins were kicking in full-flow and she actually managed to get off on being a mortar to their pestles.

 In her second orgasm, the trolls joined in. This was her chance, she thought: keep everything in and you win the event. Surely this would count as swallowing. She had little control over keeping in what was being poured in her stretched uterus. The tight seal of her vulva wasn't going to let anything out and all she had to do was not explode. The ass blast, however, proved more challenging. Like with Centaurs, the loads quickly ran through her digestive system. Unlike with centaurs, once it reached her mouth, the troll was only halfway done. Hermione had to plug her nose and shut her mouth hard to prevent the second half from painting the walls of the dungeon. Her belly was now a balloon taking whatever shape it could to fit between two giant trolls, but her youthful skin someone stretched through the ordeal. There was no doubt in her mind now, she was the chosen one... at least for this slut tournament nonsense.

Her plan sort of crumbled when, after victoriously absorbing the full loads of the two trolls, they did not simply let her go and doze off. They kept going. Her initial oral friend had waited long enough for his turn, too. He grabbed her head from between his two troll mates and pushed her face hard against his sticky cockhead which rivaled the size of Hermione's own head. "This is it" thought Hermione, "hopefully they will still award me a postmortem victory..."

"Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!"

Before passing out, Hermione smiled seeing Severus Snape, of all people, had come to her rescue. The tournament would be cancelled, everything would go back to normal. Right?



Hermione woke up sitting in a chair, her bloated stomach and womb squeezed under a table, an empty salad bowl in front of her. The sound of gulping had her turn her head. Luna was next to her, savoring a particularly rare load of Thestral sperm.  Fleur was one seat away, looking at a bowl of similar looking liquid on the verge of throwing up more inside, which she had done a few times so far, clearing most of the disgusted crowd. The rest had left once Ginny was declared the uncontested winner of this event, she was on her 112th bowl-full when Hagrid dragged her away kicking and screaming, looking overdue with quintuplets from all she had ingested today.

"There has been an early vacancy, champion number four. Looks like you will be able to participate in the event after all " Madam Maxime condescendingly told Hermione.

"No, I did it. I have all the troll loads inside me" Hermione replied, fighting back heaves.

"What are you talking about? What Trolls? I would get started now if I were you. One hundred left to go."

"No, ask Snape, he saved me."

Snape made his presence known by stating in a monotone voice "I was just asked to bring you here".

Hermione looked at the Vessel of Wanting. It remained empty because that is what she desired most in the whole world. Nothing. To digest her nasty troll cum in peace. Luna noticed her looking depressed staring at an empty bowl. 

"Something wrong?" She said after finishing her leftovers and licking her lips.

"I can't drink anymore, Luna, and I haven't even started. Those cheating bastards are going to win."

"Do you want me to make space for you, Hermione?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I want the most is to help you. It's to make you happy."

Luna's bowl filled with a cloudy pearl-white sperm mixture. At that same instant, Hermione felt ever so slightly lighter. It wasn't much, but the power of friendship had reignited the flame of her competitive spirit. What she wanted most of all? Save her school, kick some frenchies ass, and make her best friend proud. The Vessel of Wanting approved and filled with cum of an unspecified source. It wasn't troll cum, she knew that much, otherwise the smell would have made her gag. Luna, now less concerned about analyzing the taste and aroma of the world's grossest smorgasbord was downing bowl after bowl of Hermione's stomach contents, giving her precious space to respond in kind.

Fleur found her own motivation by seeing her two Hogwarts rivals conspiring against her. She let that cum-crazed fire-crotch midget show her off but losing to these two was completely out of the question. She forced herself to drink the load she'd been staring at for fifteen minutes. The dancing lights above her head formed the number 46. Luna had 38 and Hermione was climbing fast at 15. Every girl was summoning their inner Ginny. If there was still any students left to watch the disgusting display, they would have witness one of the closest calls in Wizard competition history. Three beautiful (as long as you kept your eyes above the table to avoid seeing their distended bellies resting on their knees) teenage witches all at ninety-nine helpings and gulping down their final meal each with fiery passion for their craft. Fleur's dancing lights sparked fireworks and turned silver almost at the same time as Luna's did in bronze. Hermione's sparked as well but it fizzled into nothing. Fleur raised her arms in the air too quickly and accidentally threw up into the legendary receptacle, the new contents of which she just left there as she crawled away from the stage. Luna and Hermione kept their loads down. The latter wondering why Fleur wasn't being penalized for losing her lunch.

"I'm sorry we couldn't beat her, Luna"

"I don't care, Hermione. I had a lot of fun. I love tasting a bit of yourself in my cum."

Hermione decided that was more endearing than creepy and smiled as Luna licked her bowl clean.

Ginny could have had the rest of the day off to digest the incalculable amount of heavy cream she ingested this morning, but instead found herself carrying her belly down in the basement section of Hogwarts looking for the Durmstrang headmaster, experiencing severe withdrawal symptoms from his giant dick. A bit lost in the catacombs, she saw the raven-haired girl again, through a little window in a cell door. This time, she wasn't being raped by her fellow students, she had three trolls balls deep in all her holes.  Even her mouth had dislocated itself around one of the thick rods, it's shape entirely visible along her entire esophagus. Her eyes were wide open. Ginny felt a hand on her neck; she jumped but never looked away.

"My little phoenix is back. Do you like what you see? This is what it's like to be a Durmstrang girl. You are nothing more than an object for our pleasure. Holes to be stretched. If we get tired of fucking you, we find other ways to amuse ourselves with your body."  Ginny's pussy was dripping from the titillation of the headmaster's disturbing disregard for his female student body's well-being. If getting ravaged by bestial dicks was a punishment, she didn't know if she'd prefer being a good girl or a bad girl in the Durmstrang world. Probably a bit of both. One thing was clear, this is where she belonged. Later that night, Karkaroff's cock at home, plunged in Ginny's throat and his balls suffocating her nostrils, the headmaster made Ginny the proposal she had been hoping the hear from the moment he first took her innocence. Leave Hogwarts, enroll into Durmstrang and embrace her destiny. Unable to speak, she came hard in approval and hoped Harry would want to move there with her. Her recent awakening was exciting but also frightening and she could really use his support.
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Chapter 13 - Day 12 - A Dog and Fluffy show
 
 
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Hermione wasn't really worried the next morning when she woke up her hands tied to a post in the ground on the quidditch pitch, mouth gagged and throat obstructed by a long thick wooden pole. There were four logs lined up one for each girl. Four! That likely meant she would be an equal participant in this trial. No more getting a personalized ordeal before fighting an uphill slut battle. 

She remembered being dragged out of her chair the previous day, drained and washed by the caretaker Argus Filch. She didn't remember his face but she still had the taste of his decrepit cock in her mouth. 
She had missed her own introduction it seems. The Durmstrang headmaster had announced Fleur and was about to announcing Ginny at the other end. When he did, Hermione thought she misheard. "representing Durmstrang"?

The stands were packed with students from three different schools hoping today's trials wouldn't involve watching Fleur throw up cum in a bowl and eat it. It was hard to tell the cheers from the jeers but everyone had something to yell about the news of a champion changing allegiance mid-tournament. Harry Potter was probably the only student still in his chair. He saw this moment coming but it still felt like someone stabbed him in the back with a rusty knife.

"Quiet Please!" Dumbledore tried to calm his school down. "This trial will test the endurance of the witches in training. Through pain and pleasure, a good witch must devote herself to the cock she serves. Our champion's plugs will be graciously provided by...  Fluffy... is that right? This  mighty create will rectally impale the flesh-holes past his bulbous knots and the legendary power of his cum blasts will dismount them lest they constantly flex those buttocks.  That means no passing out, ladies, or you're going to score 3 points in that hoop down there. The bitches are gagged to prevent cum from leaking out." 

The floor started shaking as Hagrid entered the stadium, but he had little to do with the tremors. He was pulling an enormous three-headed dog by a leash toward the center of the pitch. Three heads... and three cocks, the girls noticed when turning their heads towards their approaching slobbering demise. "Ugh" Hermione thought "looks like I'm the fourth wheel again.

Dumbledore received a new piece of paper to read: "Because we have an extra champion, we will improvise a second beast. The same rules will apply."

The Beauxbatons headmistress grabbed an excited Fang by the scruff of the neck while Hagrid was distracted trying to show the angry Fluffy that he actually had a present for him. Three, in fact. Madam Maxime brought the mutt by Hermione and expertly performed a powerful spell. "Engorgio!" 

Fluffy whimpered then grew and grew until he put even Fluffy to shame. The Cerberus backpedaled, his head down in submission, but Fang didn't care about the three-headed dog or the crowd or the fact that he was suddenly fifteen feet tall. He was a simple dog with simple needs. He ran his tongue between Hermione's legs completely drenching her backside. The bumps on his enlarged tongue brushing every inch of her ass and genitals gave her a warm-up orgasm from a single lick. Her pole-neighbor Luna was elated. "Wow Hermione you're so lucky! Let me know how it feels... ohhhhhhh!" Luna didn't have to wait long for a taste of Hermione's situation. Fluffy's alpha leader was showing him what to do. The three tongues of the three heads ran across the remaining dry pussies and asses (relatively speaking as Ginny had creamed herself just from the feel of the wooden pole in her throat) then, after a quick glance at Fang's form, Fluffy stepped forward to try to line up one dog dick per bitch in heat. 

The first section of the dog's members went as good as one could expect. They had fully inserted a dragon appendage inside their colons before and Fluffy's red rockets had a similar girth. Obviously a proper carnem reparo had been performed on all girls, so staying conscious while a dog dick larger than their thighs dilated their rectums was a feat in itself. The oversized Fang had one even bigger, but having a post to lean against to let the beasts do the hard work of rearranging her entire lower body meant all Hermione had to do was hold on physically and mentally. . . Things got more complicated when, past the dragon-size doggie dick they had to pass a knot almost twice as wide as their respective owner's love sticks.  Once again there wasn't much else to do but try not to flex their sphincter and let the dogs do what they did best. Even screaming was impossible with their gags. 

 Luna had her tongue out and eyes crossed, and was pushing hard against the pole to help Fluffy knot her the best she could. This wasn't a so much of a trial for her but some sort of reward and she was the only one cumming so far from the experience. Fleur looked determined. This obviously wasn't a size she was used to but she remained calm and was focusing on angles and relaxation. Ginny had fear in her eyes for the first time since she heard her name read out from the goblet.  Her sex-crazed brain wanted every inch of the beast inside her ass, but her body was telling her she had bitten off more than she could chew at last. She had no confidence in her ability to take dicks made for far bigger playthings than her but it was too late to turn back. All three of Fluffy's knots penetrated their victims at once. Luna was already in an orgasm and a second one rolled over her at that moment. Ginny's body rewarded her patience with an orgasm of her own, while Fleur, much more composed, just had the smug face of someone who figured they had already won.

Fang managed to fully insert himself into his tiny cocksleeve soon after. His bigger size was compensated by his stronger pushing legs. Hermione ass swallowed the knot whole and closed tight around the base giving her stomach a protruding dog dick and a knot belly. She passed out for a few minute before waking up in panic; she couldn't let her guard down during the trial. However, with asses so tight around the base of such a big flesh ball, it was hard to imagine getting ejected. Besides, they had to wooden logs to rest against. The dogs began their humping to a symphony of muffled screams.

"Remove the poles." From some spell rather than mechanical contraption, the polls receded in the ground leaving only a little stub to hang on to.  "Let's make this interesting now." 

The Beauxbatons headmistress walked to Hermione's section and cast the familiar curse that had kept her in a debilitating state of constant orgasm during the first trial. Hermione remembered being paralyzed by the uncontrollable non-stop waves of electrifying orgasm that day, and that was without the full-body penetration she was currently being subjected too, amplifying the effect tenfold. She was only a few minutes into the challenge and her sanity was already waning. 

The headmistress then moved over to Luna to give her the same treatment but something went terribly wrong. The green lightning from her wand backfired and struck back at her, leaving her catatonic on the floor.  Luna was already experiencing the paralyzing pleasures that rivaled the curse, something Madam Maxime had no idea was possible. Being the only one able to cast the forbidden spell, the rest of the girls  were spared of the added challenge as the headmistress was rushed to the nurse's office, quavering from her own orgasm torture spell. However, Luna and Ginny wouldn't have seen much of a difference. The Hogwarts girls all had the same look of complete brain-melting elation. Fleur knew the plan was for her to receive a dud curse on purpose to give her an edge so, for her, the situation remained mostly the same.

Fluffy came first, having never been accustomed to the warm hug of a young girl's insides wrapped on his member. It was then understood by anyone still lucid why it was so important to stay conscious. As airtight as their arrangements were, the Cerberus coming was like opening the floodgates of a dam. The flow pushed them forward on the cock, their anuses dilated once again but in reverse towards the thickest part of the knot. At the widest circumference was the point of no return where, if they allowed the pressure to push them past, they would surely fly off. Ginny failed to keep her wits about on the first load. She started coming harder than ever before in her life when Fluffy began flushing her inside. She overdosed on the pleasure and passed out momentarily. The tightness of her tiny ass kept her mounted for the whole 5-minute ejaculation but it was a close call she wouldn't be able to win again. Had her rim dilated just another inch, it wouldn't have held on. The other two girls clamped on tight for different reasons. Fleur, because she was intent on winning the competition and Luna, because it felt so good and she never wanted it to end. Intestines and stomach visibly filled up in the Fluffy row. The gag was doing it's job of keeping all the contents from coming out the other way. 

What Fang lacked in quickness of the draw, he made up in quantity. He must have been pumping his first load for almost ten minutes. It was so thick Hermione could swear she felt the individual spermatozoa squirming up her bowels. With her mind being torn to shreds by conflicting pleasure and pain, she could only spare one thought at a time. For the next few hours that thought would be "hold on". 

When Fluffy completed its first round, Ginny's anus unpeeled back to it's original position at the narrowest point of the base. She still hung impaled, unconsciously flailing like a ragdoll on the still horny canine. Fang was still only half-way through pumping his load, but all champions were now already saturated with cum that had nowhere else to go, making it that much harder to willingly clampdown their asses on the source of their bloating. Harder for some, anyway.

The next load came only 15 minutes later with Fluffy and Fang now syncing their momentum. You could see all girls struggling with this one, their anus rims opening and inching them forward despite them clamping hard. They thought they were full before, but cum could still stretch their skins and seep into every pore. It was not going to get easier the next fourteen times either.

Noon came and the girls' ever-inflating cistern bellies had been wobbling to the rhythm of giant dog dicks for four hours. Their skinny little bodies keeping warm countless gallons of doggie jizz. Even just the internal pressure, at rest, had them struggling to flex their sphincters down on the knot hard enough not to fly off. 

When Dumbledore signaled that anyone who could withstand the next load would not be eliminated from the tournament this round, it gave just enough motivation to the four desperate witches that were sure they wouldn't be able to contain the next explosion. Hermione, however didn't hear him. How she was still holding on was a mystery to all who tried to sabotage her efforts. She had been in a cumming frenzy for the past four hours. Perhaps it was only her orgasm-induced contractions that was keeping her mounted because she hadn't been in control of her body since the first load of fresh Fang semen was blasted deep inside her. If the witch-bitches weren't gagged, the entire quidditch pitch would have heard the champions scream during that final, literal stretch. 

All four anuses stretched dangerously close to the  bulkiest part of  their respective knots, but all champions held on and were declared safe from elimination.

"Congratulations to all our champions Stay on for as long as you can now and we will rank the truly worthy among you."

"Why did he have to say that" is what went through Fleur's mind There's no way she could handle another one but now she'd have to try or her dogdick-loving neighbors would steal her glory. Luna was thinking how great it was to have been given more time with her new friend. Now that all champions were safe, she secretly hoped Hermione would step down to let her say hi to giant Fang.  Ginny had never been more scared but also more excited in her life. Her physical limit had been reached a long time ago, but so strong was her lust for cum, her desire to be pounded into absolute submission in the most degraded situation and in front of all these people, it gave her supernatural slut strength. Hermione wasn't thinking anything. Her mind was blank, her body was convulsing violently, making her giant belly ripple. Cum was starting to leak from orifices not even connected to her digestive system.

Fang was the first to come in overtime. For a moment, it looked like Hermione would hold on but in her possessed frenzy, she kicked herself free after Fang completed his final spurt. When she would have normally slowly re-swallowed the know with her ass. Instead, she was slowly pushed forward past it from the pressure of her ballooned petite body. She plopped off of her morning ride and emptied herself in a fountain of cum. Seeing this, Luna pushed herself free, as well. Fighting hard against the tightness of her rim on Fluffy's bulb. Leaving a trail of cum behind, she walked over to Hermione, took off her gag and liberated her friend's throat, as well. After made sure Hermione was breathing, despite still shaking on the floor from her newest orgasm of relief, Luna went towards poor Fang who had just lost his cocksleeve.  She was disappointed she could only get the very tip of his dick into her mouth but at least it was enough to drain his urethra still oozing from his latest finish.

The next Fluffy orgasm showed the crowd just how plentiful a giant three-headed dog cum load really was, since one of his dicks was currently unoccupied. The two remaining girls were cum-filled blimps, yes, but the never-ending ejaculate that spanned the entire length of the pitch like an open fire hydrant, made them realize their classmates weren't just full, they were packed with thick batter. 

Fleur was using her hands to try to keep her ass cheeks together. Ginny was almost dislocating her shoulder trying to reach her crotch past her distending belly to make this building enorgasm the biggest yet. In the end, Fleur couldn't clamp hard enough, her rim, stretched against the widest section of the knot, gave in to the next spurt and she flew a  hundred feet forward to land in the pool of cum left by the unattended dog dick. Everyone cheered and laughed. Ginny's rim was also stretched to the maximum but it was chocking the dick hard from the biggest of the thousand orgasms she had all week. It lasted 15 minutes and afterwards, her numb body slid off on its own. Fluffy was about to come again and without anyone hugging his cocks anymore, decided to aim his triple load at the passed out ginger champion to everyone's (but especially Harry's) disgust. She could knock 'taking an actual shower of jizz' off of her bucket list. She wasn't conscious to enjoy it but soon after bubbles surface from the puddle and her head emerged. After taking off her gag, she had to snort and cough a gallon of splooge from her lungs to her stomach before being able to breath again.

Fang left the pitch for a little privacy, Luna in tow, her pussy fully wrapped around his engorged

 

penis. They wouldn't be seen again that day. 
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