Hermione futa story

Chapter 2: Revalation

The next morning Hermione sat in the common room, reading the book on Witch Covens. She was baffled as to why she had found it in the restricted section, it had no objectionable content and appeared to be a historical catalog of spells. Spells to conceal their settlements from muggles, spells to increase crop yields, and an explanation of how use of animagi resulted in several muggle myths.

"Hermione, I thought we should schedule the next DA meeting for Thursday."

She jumped and closed the book, unaware Harry had come in.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. What are you reading anyway?" he said

"Nothing. Just some extra curricular research for History of Magic. I'll send the date for the DA meeting out on the galleons."

Hermione retrieved a golden galleon from her bag and tapped it with her wand, changing the date on the side to Thursday, two days from now. She had almost forgotten about the Dumbledore's Army meetings in her nightly trips to the library. Harry said something about breakfast and set off through the portrait hole.

Opening the book again, Hermione turned to the next chapter. "Sex and Spells in Witch Covens of the New World". She began to read with much more interest now, as the chapter began describing the challenges the witches faced living in small communities in a mostly unsettled land with no men but muggles. It detailed their recruiting efforts in Europe and their surprisingly open and aggressive attitudes towards sex and courtship. Hermione was particularly interested in the details of the marriage traditions of these covens; it appeared that one woman could have several submissive wives and one's status in a relationship was determined by the results of duels.

After this introduction to their culture, there were several spells listed with various effects. Some for body binding, enhancing love potion potency and to Hermione's flustered surprise, a variety of spells that gave women cocks. Illustrations accompanied each spell, as a whole range of sizes filled the page. She carefully looked at each one, fantasies filling her head, which would be best for her, how would she use it, who would she use it on? Breathing heavily, she packed the book in her back and decided she would examine these later, and looking at the time she had missed breakfast and might be late for class. She headed out.

The school day passed slowly, and in spite of her own efforts she was much distracted by the events of this morning. Even in her current state she remained the top of the class, being the only one to cast proper silencing charms on various animals, and brew the latest complicated poison and antidote that Snape had assigned them.

At lunch she was again too distracted to eat. The witch covens filled her head. She thought of the witch who conjured herself a big, throbbing manhood and conquered her way through the coven, find a girl, crushing her in a duel and taking her. Harry and Ron droned on in complaints about Potions, she could hardly hear them.

"W-we should practice dueling. In the DA meeting I mean" stuttered Hermione quite suddenly.

"I thought we could try the Patronus next meeting."

"Well, we've learned several spells but we haven't really learned the best way to put them to use, I think we should try it"

"I like it. Sounds like fun." chimed Ron, his mouth as usual stuffed with food.

Harry conceded, "Alright, I'll make some plans for it."

That night, Hermione found herself wide awake in bed. She resolved to sneak out to the prefect's bathroom and check out the book again. Her head cloudy and her panties wet, she walked hurriedly through the corridors, only barely avoiding a run in with Filch.

In the bathroom she lit up her wand, and opened the book. Looking down the list of spells for different sizes, shapes and colors, Hermione found what she thought was the perfect cock, just for her. She had chosen her wand as much as it had chosen her, and sitting here tonight on a girl's toilet, this one called out to her much the same way.

She practiced the wand movement a few times, her heart just about pounding through her breast. Then she rolled up her skirt, and slowly pulled down her underwear revealing a small patch of light brown pubic hair and a glistening wetness that stuck lightly to her panties. Hermione took a deep breath and slowly exhaled to clam herself, then she flicked her wand slightly, swished it gently twice around and brought it to rest just below her clitoris. The warmth and firm touch of her wand caused her to gasp slightly, then she spoke the incantation. "Preteum Crescita"

Her wand trembled in her hand, emitted a small popping noise and then grew very hot. Hermione shuddered, then she felt as if all the heat in her body were shifting, concentrating where she had placed her wand. For what felt like an hour her sex surged with heat until it felt as if the sun itself were burning inside her. She was about to scream out in terror, fearing she had misspoken the spell and was suffering some dire consequence when it stopped.

All the heat that had concentrated flooded her body. She leaned back and almost collapsed, drenched in sweat and almost completely exhausted. She caught her breath and wiped her brow.

Hermione looked down and saw a large, curious bulge in her skirt. She proceeded to roll up her skirt and barely managed to stifle her scream with a hand over her mouth. There it was, her very own penis, her new (though temporary) girlcock.

It stood rock hard, pale but flushed red with erection. It stood about eleven inches, strong and thick. Hermione stood, her jaw dropped in amazement, she had never seen one in person and now she had her very own. She brushed the head with her hand gingerly, and ran her hand around it, testing its firmness, feeling its thickness and her breathing became ragged with surprise at the overwhelming sensations.

Hermione grasped her cock in her hand, and began to stroke it slowly and gently. She could sense instict driving her to this, and examining how she felt, Hermione could feel a change coming on, the rightness of her new state, her power welling up inside, personified by her new member. She tightened her grip and moved faster, consumed with the sensation she moved faster and faster. Furiously pumping her cock, she stood and leaned against the stall, still stroking.

Then it hit her. She moaned loudly, her mind completely consumed by release, her hips bucked forward and a torrent of cum leapt forth. It sprayed in several bursts, Hermione's delicate hips thrusting forward with each one, her butt clenched hard, she coated the wall of the bathroom stall and then she collapsed back onto the toilet seat, spent and exhausted in a way she had never felt.

Hermione, panting heavily, looked at the wall and examined her new handiwork. It was everywhere, her thick, white cum and she marvelled at that thought; "My thick white cum." She smiled and saw her girlcock beginning to become slightly flaccid, still with thick droplets of cum shimmering on the head. She smiled, laughed and then packed up. Since she could no longer fit her panties on, she walked back to Gryffindor tower with her cock swinging and making a great impression against her skirt. She smiled at this and thought of all the things she could do with her new ability.