It was only as she closed the rulebook, that Harry belatedly spotted the slender fingers that graced her hand, leading up equally slim arms to shoulders that were far too narrow. Her eyes boggled at the incredible bust she possessed, and how blind she'd been to it!
She was already enduring a punishment feminisation. The cleavage impossible to ignore as it was inches from her face. Her magical potential ensuring she was spectacularly endowed... Far more than any of the others she'd been 'admiring' mere moments before.
Her gaze darted around the room. There was no reaction to her being a witch, nor any of the others. The magic ensuring everyone knew and expected this.
Hermione threw herself down into the chair beside her. Huffing angrily, as she adjusted her seat. Just having come from divination, she was under a beautification jinx for her muttering. Blessed, or in her words, cursed with this voluptuous body, she was forced to endure the admiring looks of half of the Gryffindor common room.
Ron joined them, also enduring a feminisation punishment. Harry tried not to stare, but her lips were so ripe and inviting. Ronni was a cutie, even deprived of the familiar red mane of hair.
She tugged at her outfit, trying to make it cover more. It stubbornly refused to stretch any further instead making her bust shimmy and dance, drawing even more attention to her, and her bust. Well, at least until Hermione angrily slapped Ronni's hand away from its restless fidgeting and adjustment.
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