Hermione, The Bimbo Amazon (Harry Potter Hentai)

Hello everyone,

Today, we have a standalone story that I was commissioned to do. 

Hermione Granger was not your average Hogwart student. She was smart. A quick-learner and she didn’t have time to waste with things that slowed her down in general in life. That was one of the many reasons why Hermione was actually more than happy to be a flat girl. She wasn’t in reality, not entirely, but that was how she was seeing it. She thought of herself as a flat girl even though she had breasts. Small breasts, but breasts nonetheless.

“It must be here somewhere,” at night, the young woman said to herself as she was trying getting caught as she was supposed to be in bed, in her dorm.

Being a brave and intelligent girl, she knew her way not to get caught by a teacher or worse. The dark castle that was Hogwart was so spookier at night. Even for someone like her.

“You almost there,” she suddenly heard a voice.

“What was that?” she asked, abruptly stopping to walk as she was surprised by the voice. Was it a teacher? Another student? She was submerged with a sense of fear.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me.”

“Who am I speaking to?”

“I am the source of your ambitions.”

“Are you mistaking me for a Slytherin or something?”

“You still have ambitions, even in your house.”

“What do you mean?” she asked the voice. She still had to figure out where the source of the voice was actually coming from. She had to find it.

“I know what you crave the most.”

“And what is that?” she asked the voice.

“Become more skilled. Know more than the others. Learn. Learn. Learn more so you can protect your friends.”

“...”

“Am I wrong here?”

“Where are you?” Hermione felt so confused. She was surrounded by an intense amount of darkness. The library felt and looked darker than it was when she first stepped into the room.

“Here.”

“Where?”

“Right here on the shelf,” she heard the voice much better this time. Hermione quickly turned her head and saw something through the darkness. She saw a purple glow surrounding a certain book. The shelves around here contained a large amount of books, but this one was not like the other ones. This one, the cover was made of a different leather than all the other ones. A dark purple leather.

“One more time: Where are you?” she saw the purple light surrounding the book. She thought this was weird and that this was something that needed to be investigated further, however, she never made the connection between the source of the voice and the purple-leather glowing book.

“I am the light.”

“You are the light?”

“Don’t be scared. I mean you no harm.”

She decided to take the bait. She walked toward the book. Toward the purple light.

“Who are you?”

“I forgot my name a long time ago.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“I want to help you.”

“How?”

“I can make you the strongest witch in this world.”

“You can?”

“I promise you.”

“Are you lying to me right now?” Hermione questioned the unique book.

“I would never do such a thing.”

“Why should I believe you?” Hermione wasn’t dumb. She was suspicious. Always suspicious with strangers. And friends. With everyone basically. Trusting people was hard.

“I don’t care. I have nothing to lose.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because if you do anything to try to hurt me, I will remotely alert my friends. They know I’m here. Everything is taken care of. You cannot do anything to me, so don’t try anything. Do you hear me? Do you?” she explained.

“One more time: You don’t have to be worried.”

“Good. Now, tell me everything,” she smirked.

“Come closer,” she did. She didn’t hesitate.

“We will begin. The first thing we are going to do together is to teach you a new spell,” the book said.

“A new spell? Awesome! What is it all about?”

“You’ll see.”

“Show me now,” she insisted, getting impatient.

“Touch me.”

“That sounds weird.”

“Please. Touch my cover.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Hermione touched the cover of the purple book and then the light of the same colour suddenly glowed stronger than ever. Not only that, Hermione’s eyes suddenly began glowing purple as well. The book was doing something to her. She grunted. She was taken over with some kind of strange and alien energy. She couldn’t stop it now.

“Thanks for trusting me, Hermione.”

“What is happening? Wait, you know my name?”

“I know a lot about you. I told you already.”

“What is happening to me?” she asked, worried.

“I am going to teach you your new spell.”

“Is this part of the learning? All the light?”

“I’m going to teach you a new spell, but there is going to be no learning involved. No work. No learning. No studying,” the entity behind the light and the book explained to her. Her entire body glowed purple and then everything changed. She felt the entity of the book directly speaking to her in her mind. Then, her body changed. Evolved.

“No learning involved? What is this all about? I want to learn. Hold on. What is happening to me? I’m feeling weird. I’m feeling hot. It’s so strange,” she said as the young witch was just about to no longer being a flat girl as she thought of herself even tough she wasn’t completely flat. All of a sudden, her breasts slowly began growing and expanding. To the point that uniform no longer properly fit on her. Her clothes began splitting and being ripped apart under the intense weight of her new chest size. She hadn’t realized it yet that she was going to have big breasts. She hadn’t noticed that her hips were getting wider as well. Her butt fatter and firmer. Thicker thighs. Larger lips. She was turning into a completely different person while remaining the same person at the same time, staying as the same cute and pretty Hermione, only made better. Augmented.

“Stay still. You don’t want to move,” the voice said.

“But I don’t feel like I can move at all anyway. Why don’t you want me to move?” Hermione questioned the dark entity with the inviting and soothing voice. By that time, Hermione had already grown basketball size breasts.

But that was not the only thing that was changing about her. Her hips were getting wider. Her ass was becoming bigger. Her thighs were turning a lot thicker. Her entire body was becoming more muscular. She was completely shifting into a much, much more complex and better version of the same Hermione. By the time she grew impressive muscles, her entire rob had been ripped to shred. In little to no time, the apprentice witch was completely naked in the middle of the dark library of Hogwart. The book continued to glow as it began moving for the first time. Levitating above Hermione’s head.

“How are you feeling?” it asked her.

“What have you done to me? Look at me. My body changed. I am all changed. Why do something like this to me.”

“I’m sorry, Hermione, I had no other choice.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked the book.

“I needed a new Amazon.”

“A new Amazon? What is this all about?”

“Amazons are the perfections of women.”

“What is so perfect about this? I have huge breasts now. I’ve never wanted to have boobs big like this. Please. Do something for me and cancel this spell, this transformation.”

“Face it Hermione: You always wanted big tits.”

“...” she blushed, how could this book know the truth about her. She had never said this to anyone. How could it know? Hermione was still lying down on the ground as she heard this truth that had been revealed about her out loud.

“I know the truth about you. I told you.”

“How can you know this?” she asked the book.

“I am on your side. You don’t have to be afraid.”

“I’m not,” she lied, she was incredibly afraid, of course.

“Which is pretty natural of you,” the book said.

“Okay. Alright. Yes. I always dreamt of having big tits, but the rest that you did to me is nothing like I imagined. Look at this ass? I never wanted something anywhere near as huge as tits. The muscles too. I always wanted to be strong, but not to be like this. Do you hear me? Not like this. Not like this.”

“There is no middle ground. It’s either being what you are now, which is an Amazon, or the person you were before.”

“Then, if there is no middle ground, I want to be turned into the girl I was before. Reverse everything. Cancel the spell as you told you to do earlier,” Hermione was about to lose it completely. The book continued to glow and hovered above her. Supervising her. Keeping her in check. Staring at her.

“Then, if this is truly what you want, I can do it, but under one condition,” the grimoire murmured to her.

“A condition? There are conditions now?” she said.

“Something I need in order to be able to turn you back,” the book insisted, not lying to her, telling her the truth.

“You have to have sex. You have to come,” it said.”

“What? What are you talking about? Like, masturbation you mean?” she asked it, blushing more than ever.

“No. Masturbation doesn’t work. Real sex,” it said.

“Real sex?” she blushed even more. “But with whom?”

“I believe I already have someone in mind for you.”

“Who? Who? Who?” she stood up in the middle of the library and begged the grimoire to tell her who he had in mind at this moment in time. Hermione Granger couldn’t tolerate not knowing, especially when someone else around her already knew the answer or the truth. She couldn’t wait to know.

“Enter your friend,” the book said.

“My friend?” she said, blushing, slowly turning her head to the entrance of the library to her right. This was when she was completely shocked and discover that her friend, Harry Potter was here as well. But it was no longer the same Harry Potter that she used to know. He had changed. Just like she did. He was an Amazon as well. Or rather the equivalent of that. Some kind of giant berserker. He was muscular as well. He wasn’t wearing anything outside of his trademark glasses.

“Yes, your friend, Hermione,” Harry said to her.”

“Harry?” she uttered his name, blushing out of control.

“Don’t worry, I know everything. The book talks to me as well. I’m the one who’s going to help you change back to the form you prefer. Make no mistake, I am on your side, and we are going to fix this together,” Harry told her as he walked up to her. He embraced. He hugged her. A big, muscular hug.

“You are going to fix this with me?” she was all lost.

“Yes. That’s right,” then, he reached for her mouth and kissed her. Inserted his tongue inside of her mouth almost right away. Then, it was time to play with her huge Amazon breasts. Caress them. Pull on her nipples. Teased her a bit before releasing her tension, her sexual tension by beginning to suck on her big breasts. Consuming them. One nipple at a time. He enjoyed tasting Hermione’s delicious, strawberry-flavoured nipples. She moaned when he did it. She was surprised by how aggressive Harry could be with her all of a second. For a short window of time, she thought she was going to have an orgasm simply with having the young wizard sucking on her breasts. It came dangerously close to actually be the case.

“Oh, Harry,” she said as she moaned.

“I always thought you were beautiful before, but now,” he said as he picked her up from the ground, shoved her back against one of the many bookshelves of the library and proceeded to masturbate himself while rubbing the tip of his glans all over her sensitive Amazon clitoris. “I have to fuck you now, Hermione.”