This choice: Ronni hands over the wand as they Disguise themselves • Go Back...Chapter #8Ronni hands over the wand by: ollieboy12   'No!' Ronni shook those thoughts from her head. 'These thoughts are what got us into this mess!'
So, against her baser instinct to flick the wand and cast the spell, Ronni shakily gave Harry the wand. As it left her palm, it was almost as if a weight lifted from her shoulders as she slouched, her mammaries bouncing hypnotically as they fell.
Harry wasted no time in casting the disillusionment charms on both her and Ronni, as an almost invisible wave washed over them. "Alright, that should hold for at least a couple of hours."
"So no one's gonna be questionin', well..." Ronni didn't feel the need to finish the sentence, it was already clear enough what she was referring to.
"Not if I've done this right." Harry replied, shivering slightly as a gust of air struck her bare skin. "Let's Engorgio ourselves some clothes at actually fit. This bikini is lovely, but I don't feel like casting heating spells just to keep myself warm."
"Shame, mate." Ronni retorted. "You look smokin' in that bikini."
"Ron!" Harry stammered, her face going beat red.
"What? It's the truth!" Ronni defended herself. "Just 'cause I've got myself under control don't mean that my libido's gone down!"
Harry couldn't fault her there, she was having that same itch, the same urge in the back of her mind, especially as she held the wand that caused all this mess in her hand. But now wasn't the time nor the place, they needed to get proper clothes and find a way to reverse this.
First off, clothes.
"Let's get a move on." Harry motioned for Ronni to follow. "Let's test just how well the disillusionment is."
Ronni nervously nodded as Harry made her way to the door and into the hallways of Hogwarts itself. Looking both ways, it seemed relatively empty for now so Harry made a note to keep her pace quick, though her massive rump did not make it any easier.
But as both walked in relative silence, Harry simply couldn't help but notice that she'd already gotten use to walking, strutting even. With every step her hips swayed rhythmically like she'd had this body all her life, and as she glanced to Ronni, she was much the same but knowing her, Harry didn't think she even noticed it.
Moment in truth in hand, Harry could feel sweat form on her head as some students turned into the hallway they were in. They seemed to be in deep conversation but as one of them, a short girl in Harry's year with puffy black hair, turned their head and spotted the duo...
She merely gave them a wave and both passed them by, returning to their conversation.
"Phew" both of them sighed in relief as they continued their way to the seventh floor. The Room of requirement will definitely have at least some clothes they can use.
And hey, they did! The room seemed to have shifted into a large changing room with two girls uniforms laid neatly on the floor, though way to small for them to every hope to fit in considering their assets.
"Engorgio!" If Harry couldn't scratch the itch to use the wand for...other purposes, she was definitely getting close with using it for simple spells in general, with the clothes had shifted into the perfect sizes they'd need, if a bit on the small side to really accentuate those curves.
It could just be her imagination, but she was beginning to think this wand was a bit perverted. But she couldn't deny it was powerful, being able to make people ignore the ludicrous changes to the duo's figures. It took them a while to change, after all they were still getting used to having breasts as big as beach balls and, in Harry's case, an ass so big she almost scraps single doorways, but they eventually managed.
"So what now Harry?" Ronni questioned, adjusting her robes, her bosom straining slightly against the fabric.
"We try to find a way to reverse this." Harry answered. "Act like everything's normal."
"What about Hermione?" Ronni asked. "If we get her then we might be able to fix this quicker-"
"No!" Harry exclaimed, her face going red. "Do you know how embarrassing this'd be to explain?"
"Ah." Ronni muttered. "Didn't think of that."
Truthfully, Harry would very much like to get Hermione's help. With her they'd solve this problem in no time, but Harry wasn't sure she could take the embarrassment. Another part of her however had something else to say.
She shoved down that thought.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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