The Tantric Corruption of Witches

by Dark_Z (ao3)

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley had just exited the Hogwarts Express, both girls clad in their charcoal grey uniforms with red and gold neckties.

The two young ladies were returning home after a long final school year. Hermione had returned to prepare for her Newts and to experience being Head Girl, whereas Harry and Ron had simply tested out after last year's defeat of voldemort. Harry earning a number of high grade newts... Ron not so much.

Regardless, the young ladies were both of age, and legally adults and had plans for the summer. Though that did not stop Mrs. Weasley from greeting them at the station.

In fact as Molly Weasley bustled through the station she was quite disturbed. She did not hold the old pureblood prejudices against muggles, but unbeknownst to her, there was a concert venue a mere block from the station and that day they were hosting a goth/punk/metal concert. So the streets were full of muggles dressed stranger than usual.

One second she's walking by a young man whose face is tattooed, his shirt made of netting, wearing a skirt. That was strange enough... but the scarlet women! A bald woman just passed by wearing nothing but boots, a skirt, and black tape over her nipples!

Oh it was a good thing that her boys were not here to be tempted by such harlotry. Molly began muttering in outrage as she walked through the mass of people and concert attendees. Best to collect the girls before they are exposed to this scandal.

Before she could even reach platform 9 and 3/4's, the two fresh graduates exited the portal.

"Mum!" Ginny said as she clamped a hug onto her mother.

"Mrs. Weasley, good morning, we didn't think we'd see you today." Hermione said with a smile as she waited to glomp a hug onto Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh girls, its wonderful to see you so grown up and mature. I know that you were going to be spending the first week decorating hermione's apartment at grimmald place before visiting the beach, but I didn't think I could go that long without seeing my girls."

Hermione blushed at the way that Mrs. Weasley considered her one of the family.

"I am so blessed that you two turned out so well. As I was coming in, I saw so many scarlet women. I can't imagine what could cause someone to become such a depraved harlot. We should be going before such... such disgusting displays shock your conscience."

Hermione was a bit taken aback by the random rant and glanced at Ginny who just rolled her eyes at her mother's histrionics.

As the trio began to head for the exit, two of the depraved harlots in question took offense at Mrs. Weasley's words. They were a pair of punk/goth wytches.

The first, was the stereotypically named Demonia, 'Demi' for short. Demi stood nearly 6 feet tall in her 4 inch heeled black leather boots covered in buckles. She wore a black pvc skirt that with every step exposed her black latex panties.

A closer look would show that a number of rings could be seen pressing against the latex. Above that was a shiny black leather corset that exposed her cleavage and the black maw of a demonic tattoo that served not only to look badass, but was a tantric magical reservoir so that Demi could cast spells on the fly without making specific preparations. She wore a black collar with a single band of metal spikes, around her elegant neck.

Demi has a long face, almost like a young cher. Her lips black, her hair black, her eyes grey with large black pupils. Her eyebrows shaved off and replaced with black tattoos. She had two rings in her left nostril, a single ring piercing the middle of her upper lip, and her ear lobes had been gauged and held black 1.5 inch plug on her right, and a 1.5 inch gromet in the other.

The other wytch was the cybergoth themed Toxicity, or 'Toxi' for short.

Toxi stood about 5'9" in her black thigh high leather clompy boots. She wore a black open cup minidress, with no panties to show off her labial rings. Her breasts were covered by a neon green latex bra.
Her hair was a combination of platinum blonde, and purple streaks, with cybergoth extensions creating tech-dreads as a ponytail. On her cherub-like face her eyebrows had been shaved off with severe lines drawn in above her own grey eyes surrounded by a purple eyeshadow.

A bridge piercing was visible above her nose, and 1" grommets in both her earlobes.

Toxi's face was dominated by a cybergoth gasmask. The purple gasmask had two black circular "filters" with the biohazard symbol, and above the filters were two clear vials with a glowing green fluid. If she had not been wearing the mask, Toxi's snakebite piercings her triple tongue piercings and her labret spike would have been visible.

Toxi also had a large demonic pentagram tattooed on her chest, with the bottom point extending down between her breasts. This was her own magical reservoir tatoo.

They did not practice the magic of magical core-based wand wavers. Their powers came from invocations, spells, potions, and other techniques that were granted as boons from higher beings. Some demonic, some chaotic, some simply bored.

Many of the spells focused on change, as old ones seemed to enjoy the chaos of turning evil ones good as much as corrupting the innocent. And of course sex, as nearly all the old ones were perverted and loved sexual perversion.

Demonia turned to Toxicicity. "Well, that is quite rude. We dont go around grumbling about prudes and the like."

Tox's muffled voice responded lustily. "Oh yes, I believe that a lesson is in order."

The cybergoth gasmask Tox was wearing was already dosing her with a tantric potion that would allow her to seduce and twist whoever she wanted just by kissing them. While she herself was somewhat resistant to the potion's effects, the anticipation was making her quite horny.

So the two chaos wytches began to follow the three unsuspecting witches as they discussed what punishment to mete out.

Would they focus on the red headed mother directly? Or should they take indirect action?

They had overheard that the two girls who seemed to be related to her were apparently going on vacation for a few weeks?

Would they set a trap? A game like a twisted form of Jumanji or a twisted card game?

Decorating an apartment? That poses some possibilities for cursed furniture.

Or perhaps do a switcheroo spell and switch their bodies with one or both of the girls?

Or is all that unnecessary? Just kidnap them the old fashioned way?

Chapter 2: The two Chaos Wytches select the two Hogwarts witches as their target(s).

The wytches Demonia and Toxi followed the other three witches towards the station exit. Dee was aware that they would not be able to follow them for long given conspicuous they were in terms of their goth and cyberpunk slut look.

"Toxi, we need a tracker and soul samples."

Toxicity harumphed under her mask, and responded "Okay, but i have dibs on the brown hair." But Demonia could hear her grin when she continued, "which Ginger are you going for? The innocent daughter, or her prudish mumsey?"

Demi was a bit caught off guard. She hadn't contemplated taking the mother.

An image formed in her mind... of the red-headed mother, her rubinesque form shaved bald of any hair, packed into a leather corset that supported and displayed her breasts with thick steel rings hanging from nipples better described as teats. Her makeup a deep glossy black, and a black latex neck corset forcing her head into an arrogant pose with a sadistic smirk on her face as she fucked some random soccer mom tied to a sawhorse into a stupor with a black strapon.

Demi shook her head. "Hmmm. The idea has some wonderful potential, but we know the girls won't be missed for several days. Maybe that can be a test for the daughter later depending on what we do with her."

Toxicity winked at her best friend. "Lets do it." She opened up her bag (akin to a purse or a miniature doctor's bag), and Demonia reached in farther than was reasonable or possible. She removed two necklaces entwined among her fingers with pentagram pendants.

Toxi closed the bag and Demonia allowed one to slip off the edge of her glossy black 1" talons into Toxicity's hand. The necklaces were silver chains with a pentagram within a circle. And mounted within the center of the pentagram was a clear crystal.

The two wytches extended their hands so that the amulets were hanging from their middle finger so that the pentagram was in the center of their palm with the bottom point facing down. They aimed at their individual targets and began to chant unearthly words under their breath.

For Ginny and Hermione between one heartbeat and another it was like time stopped and all the world was in black and white. They tried to turn to each other but it was a moment in time that was stopped. Then with a feeling like an earthquake both girls appeared to trip over their own feet, only to be caught by the quick thinking Mrs. Weasley.

Behind them, the two wytches looked into their hands. The stone in the center of Toxicity's pentagram was now a glowing yellow with streaks of violet.

Meanwhile the stone in Demonia's hand appeared green with streaks of indigo.

Demonia turned and started walking away, but Tox had one other task. She pushed a small button on the side of her gas mask, releasing a larger than normal quantity of her tantric potion into the filter, and then after taking a deep breath, she removed her mask and blew a kiss.

Hermione began to turn around, but Molly was still fretting so she was wrapped up in a Molly Weasley fussing.

Ginny, however was free to look around to see if anything happened, and as she looked behind her, she saw one of the crazy looking muggle women take off a mask and blow her a kiss. Ginny gasped out loud, as she did so, she could feel the girl's lips. She could see that the girl had two rings in her lower lip. She could feel the lip rings.

She could feel the lip rings?!?!.

She could feel something else running over her lips, as if there was an invisible tongue made of smoke seeking entrance to her mouth.

Ginny closed her eyes as she felt the tongue with three metal balls massage her own tongue before the smoky substance dissipated in her mouth. The whites of Ginny's eyes flashed a venomous neon green, and she moaned.

"Ginny, are you allright?" Her mother asked as she turned her attentions to her daughter.

"Huh, what?"

Molly began fussing over Ginny, the red head who now had no memory of what just happened other than her tripping over her own feet.

Hermione, with Molly distracted by Ginny's imbalance looked around and behind them, but no one was around acting suspiciously.

As Demonia left for the other exit she thought that this was perfect. Her and Toxi could watch the concert they came to town for, then they could make proper preparations to play with the prude's princesses. She smirked at the alliterative word games in her head. This was going to be a good night.

Toxi, on the other hand was ecstatic. Wand wavers! Her tracking spell also allowed her to share Ginny's senses, so she could hear the mother, now identified as Mrs. Weasley, and her personal target, now identified as Hermione, discussing spell work. Wand-waving Witches!

Oh this was too good. Toxi thought to herself, we haven't had the chance to mess with wand-wavers in years.

Toxi giggled like a madwoman, Demi smirked, and as they left the train station, neither Hermione nor Ginny knew what was coming.

Chapter 3: #Soulswap

It was several hours later that saw Toxicity and Demona return to their home in preparation for their 'switcheroo' spell.

After making initial preparations in the ritual room, the spell was underway, and they both had 20 minutes before the spell would kick in. Demona decided to set up in the dungeon with her pet.

"Pet, in a few minutes a spell will take place and it will seem like I am not myself. You are to treat me as your mistress no matter what I say. In several days I will return, and i will know everything that has happened is that clear?"

The woman at her knees whimpered and stared up adoringly into her mistress's eyes.

"Depending on how things go, the dungeon may be locked as long as 2 days. The house is sealed for up to three days, speak if you understand."

The 36 year old former stay at home mother responded, "Yes my mistress, this one understands."

Demonia then grabbed Pet by the leash hanging from her black studded collar, the slave being nude except for black leather bands at her ankles and wrists, and the lewd tattoos covering her body of demonic succubi fucking and corrupting women. The most interesting being a tattoo covering her back, of a succubus reaching under Pet's arms to appear to fondle the slave's E-cup breasts. The red hands with black nails reaching up as if to pinch Pet's pierced nipples.
Demona led her slave over to a harness, and took her hands, admiring the tattoos on her right hand fingers reading 'slave', as she locked a hanging chain to that wrist, and then the left hand whose finger tattoos read 'mommy' and that hand too was suspended from ceiling chains.

Demona turned to the toy chest to finalize her preparations before the spell took effect.

Meanwhile Toxicity was making her own final preparations, having enjoyed listening in on Hermione and Ginny's discussion as to how they were going to decorate Hermione's apartment and then take a few weeks vacation.

Toxicity prepared a bedroom similar to her own, and stocked it with books full of dark tantric magic, some of her sexier outfits and accessories, and certain ingredients commonly used by the wytches.

Toxicity grinned a manic grin as she finished setting up a room perfect for corrupting a good girl using her preferred style of wytch magic. She had already placed runes that would block the usage of witch magic either travel, tracking, or other.

As minutes ticked down she was on the phone getting some deliveries underway, and finally it was time she sat down, donned a black gasmask with a tube leading to a large glass hookah-construct, and simply enjoyed pleasuring herself with some toys until the spell kicked in.

The anticipation for putting the two innocent girls into their new situation was so exciting!

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Hermione felt groggy. She remembered that she had been sitting next to Ginny on the couch harry had donated for her apartment at the renovated Grimmald Place, when she suddenly felt weak and sleepy.

At the moment she felt as though she was in a dream. She could smell a strange pungent smell like burning potions ingredients. She could feel something covering her face. She could feel something filling her like a dildo.

Clearly she was dreaming.

While she owned and had used a dildo, that box hadn't even come over from storage yet.

Hermione's hands began to come up to her face, but as she rubbed her hands over her chest, everything felt weird.

First her breasts felt larger than normal, and oh so much more sensitive. Then there were the nipple rings. Hermione grabbed the two rings and tugged, and was rewarded with a body-quaking orgasm.

"Unnnnngh, ohhhh. What is this? Am I still dreaming?" She said out loud, her voice sounding completely foreign to her ears through the gas mask.

As her left hand continued to fondle her nipple ring, her right hand felt down towards her pussy. There she found that it wasn't a dildo in her, it was a double ended dildo, with half of it sticking out from her as though she had her own cock. Hermione began to tug on the dildo, and that felt amazing. She tried to lift her head to look down, but she still felt so groggy, and that 'oooh that smoky smell' she just wanted to enjoy this dream.

Hermione couldn't lift her head so she just went with what she could feel.

Hermione began to work the dildo in and out, and when her hand touched her labia she found a new surprise, the labia were pierced with rings on both sides of the labia.

Hermione brought her left hand down to mess with the rings as she began to stroke the double-dong in and out again with her right hand.

As she worked herself into a greater sexual stupor, her eyes began to focus. She could see through the lenses of the gasmask. With every stroke she could see that she was making tiny gasping noises which were accompanied tiny puffs of smoke exiting the mask.

Hermione rolled her head to the left, and saw a wall with a poster that had symbols she couldn't make out, and what looked like a woman having sex with another woman.

(Later Hermione would realize that one of the women in the poster was the owner of this body, and that they were sharing the dildo she was moving like a butter churn.)

Hermione rolled her head to the right, and she could see a floor to ceiling bookshelf covered with books, sex toys, and glass devices she did not recognize.

A small lock of hair fell down across the left eye lens and Hermione could see platinum hair streaked with purple and purple tech dreadlocks.

'Definitely a dream'. Her hair looked nothing like that.

Hermione licked her lips as the could feel her body approaching orgasm.

She felt her tongue around and could feel several lip rings, and a triangle of metal barbells on her tongue.

"Sweet baby maeve, this feels so good." Hermione bit down on her lip, and could taste the metal of the lip rings as she tugged on her labia rings and the dildo hit just the right spot.

"Unnnnnghhh aieeeeeeeeee!"

Hermione had a mind-blowing orgasm, and passed back out.

She was aware that something was off, but so far she had chalked it all up to being in a weird erotic dream.

Maybe the next time she awoke, she might realize her circumstances, and the trouble she was now in.

Chapter 4: Ginny awakens

The last thing that Ginny remembered was sitting on the couch with Hermione planning out what furniture stores they would visit the next day. Somehow she fell asleep. Now she could feel something quite strange, as the felt something wet wiggling in her cunny.

Ginny's eyes shot open to see that there was a woman between her legs. Ginny could see that there was some kind of tattoo on the woman's back, but could not make out what it was. And to be honest her attention was not on the tattoo. Rather it was the head of this woman.

Ginny could see a head of light brown hair, gathered into a braided ponytail, with a brass ring at the end. Ginny could see ears easily as it appeared that the sides of the woman's head was shaved. The woman's ears appeared to be covered with metal, from the top, curving around to the bottom of the outer ears were metal spike piercings, and hanging inside the woman's lobes were 1" diameter plugs.

The left ear had a black plug that displayed a silver symbol that looked like a circle with eight arrows pointing in every direction, and the right plug held a purple symbol that consisted of a circle containing a downward pointing pentagram, and from the upper right section of the circle extended a line that was bisected by a crescent that pointed towards the circle, and the line ended at a smaller crescent that opened away from the circle. (Ginny would not yet have the knowledge to recognize the symbols of chaos unbound, of the mark of Slaanesh.)

While Ginny observed these details, of far greater interest was the fact that the woman was using her tongue like a tiny cock, bobbing her head so that each stroke would result in the woman's lips hitting Ginny's clitoris.

"Morganna's saggy tits, what the bloody hell are you doing?" Ginny yelled.

Ginny began to reach down to the woman, but then realized the extent of her predicament. First, was that this was not how she was supposed to look. She could feel that she was now taller than she had ever been, and there were other things about this body that weren't right.

Her tits were huge, and almost obscured the woman going to town on her cunt. Then she could see and feel the metal being worked in her pussy lips and her clit. When she yelled, it came out as a sexy seductress' voice, and sounded nothing like her own. And in her mouth she could feel a triangle of metal tongue barbells.

The next thing she had noticed as she tried to move was that she appeared to be encased in something rubbery. To that point Ginny had never heard of a latex catsuit, or anything along these lines. Ginny was covered from head to toe in black latex only her face and ears, her tits, her crotch, and her fingertips remained exposed, her hands and arms were covered in black latex gloves to the first knuckle, leaving her fingers and fingernails exposed with inch long glossy black nails. She could not see that a glossy black topknot ponytail came out the top back of her catsuit.

Next she noticed that she was in a throne-like chair, and her wrists and ankles appeared to be chained to that throne. It appeared that the chains extended from her wrists to the throne behind her lower back.

Ginny's hands left the armrest, but the chain length kept her a good 3-4 inches from the woman's head. Ginny tried to kick the woman, but her ankles had almost no play and kept her legs spread lewdly. The only part of her body she could reach were her exposed breasts.

As she looked at the woman between her legs she realized that the woman herself appeared to have chains stretching from cuffs on her limbs to the ceiling.

"What is going on? Why are you doing this?" Ginny asked in a voice not her own.

The woman appeared to pause her licking before bringing her hands up and replacing her tongue with two of her fingers. "Mistress Ginny, this's one is following her mistress's instructions."

"Who is your mistress?" Ginny demanded.

The slave looked up into Ginny's eyes, and said "you are my mistress, mistress Ginny."

"Well if I'm your mistress you must set me free."

"Mistress, the chains are locked by a spell and only your orgasm can release the chains."

Ginny was furious. What in the hell was goings on? One second she was asleep at hermione's and the next she looks like a complete harlot, while some other harlot is doing things that she wanted Harry to do, and not this... tattooed slave bitch.

"Fine, do it you fucking slut. Go ahead and make me cum, so the damn chains release."

"Yes, Mistress Ginny."

The woman continued her efforts licking Ginny's pussy and clit ring as she worked two of her fingers inside her mistress.

It took some time as Ginny was primarily het, but eventually, the slave's efforts along with some licking of her perineum between her cunt and ass, was enough to push her over the edge.

Much to Ginny's surprise she could see that her skin at the inner edges of her tits under the latex was appearing to glow. (Ginny did not yet know about the tantric magic storage tattoo that was currently hidden by the catsuit)

Next the heard the sounds of chains popping and she felt a brief second of elation before she realized that her chains were still in place.

The slave woman stood up, her chains fully released, and she posed for a second before Ginny so that Ginny could see the tattoos of evil looking red hands with black nails pinching her nipples, and several other lewd tattoos of succubi fucking normal women.

Ginny struggled against her chains "you lying bitch, I'll kill you", she shook with fury as the tried to break free.

"Mistress, this slut apologizes, but your pet did not lie. This one only said that the chains would be released, not that every chain would be released."

Ginny was enraged, and wanted nothing more than to beat the crap out of the one who violated her.

"Arrrrrrrrghh" she growled.

The slave woman began to walk around her, and further explained. "Mistress needed to cum not only of her own free will, but intentionally, and needed to be in the right mindset before Mistress Ginny could become Mistress Ginny."

As the woman passed, Ginny could see the huge succubus tattoo on the woman's back. "What the hell are you talking about you crazy bitch?"

Ginny could hear the slave woman rustling with something.

"This one was merely a mommy slut before Mistress turned her into her Pet Mommy Slave. This spell will make mistress ginny properly into Mistress Ginny."

At that moment, the slave woman placed a set of goggles over Ginny's eyes. "What the fuck is this? What are you doing?" Ginny heard no response as a set of headphones over her ears.

Ginny had never heard of submiminals or brainwashing, so she had no idea what was going on. She continued to curse at the slave girl, but couldn't even hear her own words.

It seemed like she could almost see something, so she concentrated not realising that her own concentration just allowed the subliminals to pump words onto her head.

Ginny could hear a voice in the distance, a voice that sounded like the voice of this body. Her sub-conscience could hear the words:

"You're a wicked lesbian dominatrix witch. You want to mindfuck any pretty woman you can and turn them into twisted lesbian whores. You love fucking and dominating women. You are wearing sexy latex. You love to fuck sexy women while wearing sexy latex. You love dominating women into sexy latex clad whores for your own amusement. You love to dominate lesbian sluts."

The words flowed through Ginny's brain, as the pictures became increasingly clear, showing pictures of women in latex fucking other women doing everything from tongue fucking, ass-to-mouth, threesomes, lesbian orgies, all involving women in latex with tattoos and piercings.

Then as the program progressed it began to show before and after pictures of innocent looking women, mothers, daughters, being turned into depraved lesbian sluts. Scenes of women being put in stocks and paddled, fucked with strapons, and chained together by their piercings...

Demonia's favorite corruption spell required a combination of tantric energy, the intentional release of that tantric energy, and a mindset comparable to the one being installed.

Ginny had unwittingly fallen into her trap. How would Ginny fare against this form of tantric techno sorcery?

Chapter 5: If Ginny and Hermione are in the Wytches bodies then that means...

Toxicity was loving every second of this. Not only was she in the body of a witch with a magical core, she was able to listen in on how things were going with their two... victims? Students? Yes, students, back at their lair.

The sensory spell that she had hit Ginny's spirit with at the train station was still going strong and had followed her into Demonia's body, and Toxi's innate connection with her own body allowed her to listen in on Hermione. (Who other than some wake & bake jilling off had not yet significantly activated her trap.)

Toxi had awoken on a couch in the Granger girl's apartment and body. The body of Ginny Weasley asleep next to her. It was hilarious to think that innocent freckled girl would be temporary host to the utterly depraved Demonia.

Now, what to do first?

Toxi had a list of things she wanted to fuck with. Hermione's apartment, Hermione's body, Hermione's friends, and the laws of physics themselves.

Well, she had ordered some supplies to be delivered here... a housewarming gift for Hermione.

So with those supplies on the way, she wanted to have some fun, and began to do some minor preperations.

A seductive groan from the couch announced the awakening of Demonia. The wytch in the body of Ginny Weasley stretched, showing that the innocent looking ginger had some ways to go in terms of her development.

Toxicity jumped up and perched her knees on the arm of the couch, and got in close to Demonia's face who had not yet opened her eyes.

"How long are you going to do that?" Demi asked after a pregnant pause.

"Until you open your eyes." Toxi responded with a manic insane grin.

Demi gave in and opened her eyes displaying the chocolate brown orbs that Harry Potter had seemed to like.

"There we go!" Toxi leaned down and kissed Demonia, slipping her the tongue. Both wytches were disappointed by the virgin kiss. Neither of the bodies had any lip rings, tongue studs, hell, neither had any more than a single ear ring in the lobes.

Demonia looked at Toxi. "I vote we start with a makeover."

"Hee hee hee, well, we're going to need to use some special techniques because do you feel it?"

"Feel what?"

Toxi looked at her partner, "Can you feel the magical core? These girls have never done any tantric rituals, and they clearly don't have any chaos mage storage tats. So do you feel the source of magic deep within your core?"

Demonia turned her awareness inward as though she was going to draw from her stored mana, and was shocked by the ocean of power just waiting to be used inside Ginny's body.

"Wow."

"I know right! But this means that anything we can do, they can undo unless we take some key steps."

Toxi led Demonia into the apartment's potions lab, which was empty except for Hermione's school potions kit she had brought home in her trunk.

"As you can see, my miss innocent only has her school supplies. In fact, she and your girl Ginny were going to do their furniture shopping today, and supply shopping tomorrow."

"Now, the good news for all of us involved is that I have been listening in on their conversations, and I've already ordered furniture and supplies to be delivered on their behalf..." Toxi smiled an insane wicked grin that would never have crossed Hermione's face. "Well, really it's on our behalf, but I'm sure they'll find good use when they're back."

"And all your exposition gets Ginny a makeover how?" Responded Demonia.

"Well, I'm glad you asked," Toxicity grinned maniacally, the look stretching face muscles that Hermione never used, "we can use either a standard permenence potion, that would basically prevent common methods of dispelling magic, or we can use a tantric spell once we have the foci for a ritual in place. Orrrrr... "

"..."

"Orrrrr...dot, dot, dot..."

"Sigh, 'or' what?"

Toxicity laughed, "Or we can break a ton of laws, and use blood magic, something that these good girls would never consider using, and therefore something that they probably wouldn't be able to undo!"

"Well, that seems like a simple enough solution, so what do we need to do?"

Toxicity held out a 20 ml glass vial of Hermione's blood and a similar empty vial and a small needle. "Filler up. Whole blood only please. I already took care of Hermione's before you woke up."

Demonia, nicked her left thumb and filled the small vial "by the pricking of our thumbs something wicked, this way comes."

At she finished the old shakesperian line, both vials of blood began to glow. As if the vials were tiny blacklights.

"Did I just cast a spell?"

"Hmmm..." Toxicity held her vial over the old carpet, and could easily see old stains under the unexpected blacklight.

"I'm going to say yes. We'll have to be careful what we say when holding blood or other magical foci, since we are in bodies with magical cores"

"Now, for our purposes, will you need any tattoo inks or hair potions other than black?"

"Yes, i will need some red ink, and possibly some hair potion to make this hair less ginger, and more fire-red"Demonia responded.

"Allright. I'll get cracking. I decided that Hermione could use some more green in her life. I should have a ton of black, some Ginny-red and Hermione-green ready soon. While i work on this you write down what you want done"

Demonia just nodded. Until they had the necessary tattoos to focus magic that she was used to, she would feel a bit defenseless.

An hour later, the Wytches possessing Hermione and Ginny were on their way to a nearby tattoo parlor that was closed for the night.

The girls were still dressed in their normal garb. Hermione a pink hoodie and jeans, and Ginny in a blueish long sleeve shirt and jeans.

Toxi led Demonia to a nearby tattoo and piercing parlor that had a sign that said closed this weekend for renovations.

"Well, this seems like luck is on our side." Commented Demi.

"Tee hee, not so much luck as a quick buck, we've got this place for two days if we need it." Responded Toxicity as she typed a code she had memorized into a door panel, and the door made a buzzing sound as it unlocked. The wytches entered the building and the door shut behind them with a solid clang.

Chapter 6: Hermione's naive awakening

As Hermione began to wake up, she knew that she had never felt so good. It was like every cell in her body was supercharged with life and euphoria and magic.

Hermione began to sit up, she began to look at her hands, the hands were thinner than her own hands. The fingernails were long glossy purple nails shaped to a dangerous looking point. The hands had tattoos, the right hand had letters on the knuckles spelling WYTCH, and the left hand had letters spelling BITCH. aditionally, there appeared to be a runic array tattooed on both her palms, with tattoo lines extending up her arms to her shoulders, where the tattoos joined to a massive tattoo on her chest.

That tattoo was a huge runic array in the shape of a pentagram, with the bottom point of the pentagram extending down between the huge breasts on this body.

And Hermione was certain at this point that this was not her own body. Hermione couldnt make out anymore because she had viewed all of this through the smoky lenses of the black rubber gasmask she was wearing. This time, her hands went to the gasmask and she could feel the hose extending from the bottom. She raised the hose and found that it was attached to a crystal contraption sitting on a desk a few feet away.

Hermione began to get up out of the bed, as she turned and moved her legs off the bed, she fumbled with the clasps on the mask, but couldnt get it off. Hermione noticed that the desk had a mirror and stood up. In doing so Hermione noticed that she was wearing rubbery black latex from her toes to her thighs. As Hermione slid out of the bed, the huge black double dildo jutting from her cunt slapped the latex at her thigh.

Hermione grasped the dildo with one hand, and held it steady as she approached the mirror on the desk, taking in the madness of the look of her body. The platinum blonde hair with purple streaks and purple tech-dreads woven into the hair.

The huge pentagram above the breasts, the large black rings in her nipples. The strange purple tattoos covering much of her torso, all of this disturbed and excited Hermione as she pulled out the chair from the desk and sat down so that she could see the mask, and the clasps holding it on.

Hermione closed her legs together and released the double-dildo so it rested clamped between her thighs. She undid the clasps on the mask, and felt the rubber pull away from her face. A cloud of smoke poured out from the edges of the mask and before her eyes as the mask was peeled away. It felt good. Kind of like the feeling of peeling off sunburnt skin, just without the pain of sunburn.

Once the smoke had dissipated, hermione looked at a face that was not her own. Instead of her own brown eyes, Hermione looked into grey eyes, and a face covered in purple makeup and metal. The piercings were intense. The one that initially grabbed Hermione's attention was the pointy labret spike pointing down between her lower lip and her chin. Somehow that had fit into the gasmask she had been wearing.

Then there were the huge holes in her earlobes. They appeared to have metal rings on the inside like a liner, or a gromet. There were snakebite lip rings, and tongue barbells. Though this was the first time seeing them, Hermione had felt them earlier.

Yes, this was all crazy and feeling less and less like a dream. Hermione felt the tip of the labret spike with her fingers, and found that she enjoyed the sensations.

The smoke from the gasmask had dissipated, but when Hermione sighed in exasperation at her situation a cloud of smoke exited her nostrils like an angry dragon. This also was a feeling that Hermione found to be strangely enjoyable.

As she began to take in her circumstances, the next thing that ahe noticed was a sheet of paper with her name at the top.

To: Hermione Granger (Magical Core witch)
From: Toxcicity (Eldritch wytch)
Re: Eldritch tantric magic training

Dearest Hermione,

I hope that you forgive the familiarity of my greeting, but I expect that you have become quite familiar with my body by this point.

To cut to the point, we have 'Seen' that you need an emergency education in eldrich tantric magic to supplement your magical-core based magic. Due to the short amount of time available, and the embarassing nature of tantric magic for virgins or those raised in victorian values, (see the wizarding world) we determined that the fastest way to give you the training you need would be to place you in my body and seal the apartment so you would be able to focus on learning these skills and techniques.

Now, while this training is of the utmost importance, if you do not wish to learn, this spell will end after what feels like 3-5 days, and you will be returned to your own body without the knowledge that you will need in the days to come.

If you wish to learn, please use the tome resting on this desk. It is important that you work through it from start to finish and that you not skip steps.

Next, keep in mind that eldrich tantric magic is based on sexual energy, so keep your arousal and orgasms high to keep studying.

You may have noticed the gasmask and smoke. It is a non-harmful smoke that will aid you in maintaining a proper mindset, and it feels and tastes great.

If you don't want to be tethered to the hookah mask, in the large drawer of this desk, there is a bong that can be taken throughout the apartment to smoke a similar gel, or the cybergoth aerosol mask, which introduces an aerosolized potion that has similar effects to the smoke.

Good luck. We are depending on you to learn as much as possible in the time allowed.

Love,

-Toxi.

Hermione opened the drawer and observed both a glass bong, and a gasmask with spikes, biohazard symbols, and two green vials.

Well, it sounded like all this was necessary... so taking the letter at face value, she reached down and pulled out the bong. (It appeared simple enough. but hermione felt the bong had naughty bad-girl implications) so she placed the bong back in the drawer and pulled out the cybergoth gas mask and examined how the vials were fit into sockets on the side, and there was no hose.

Despite all these years, Hermione had still not learned. Nearly everything in that letter was a lie. Everything she would have access to in this apartment was designed to corrupt and pervert her mind. The smoke was designed to eliminate her inhibitions, and make her suggestible and horny.

Worse, the potions used to make the smoke occasionally had the side effect of causing madness, but from Toxcicity's perspective, that would just be a bonus.

Hermione lifted the mask to her face, finding that it fit over her mouth and nose even with the piercings and strapped it on. Other than a wonderful scent that smelled like a combination of old books, sweat, and her pussy, she didn't notice anything.

She cracked open the book in front of her: 'Basics of Eldrich Tantric Magic By Toxicity'.

Chapter 1 Choosing the correct eldrich power, specifically: Slaanesh.'

As Hermione began to read, she forgot about the mask, and while her attention was on the book, her right hand again began working the double dildo in and out of her cunt, while her left alternated between turning pages and fondling her tits.

Toxicity had laid her trap perfectly and Hermione had chosen to walk right into it.

Chapter 7: Ginny experiences Demonia's dominatrix training sessions

Ginny has had her mind under assault from both the spell, the subliminals, and the slave. But she hasn't given in.

But tantric magic can be more adaptive than core-based magic and the spell begins to use a new technique. It starts taking Ginny through her memories. Her in the chamber, about to lose consciousness as Tom stands above her gloating. Suddenly everything freezes, from Tom's laughter to the dust motes in the light of the torches.

A sound approaches... clack-clack-clack, Ginny looks to the sound, and she recognizes the woman whose body she had been inhabiting, covered in black latex, the woman approaches holding a black leather crop.

"Tisk tisk dear. You'll never get anywhere if you choose to be the victim."

Ginny became enraged, and slowly began to stand. "Who the hell do you think you are? Choose to be the victim?! I never chose this!"

"Oh didn't you? Ginny, this is a dream in your mind. You are in control, and yet you cower from evil tommy-boy, and hope to be saved by your knight in ugly glasses."

Ginny, while angry, was also confused. "What?"

"Ginnny dear, you are in a dream. You can choose to stop Tommy yourself. To take the power back. In fact, why don't you try this on Tommy boy." The woman held out the crop to Ginny, who hesitated.

"Are you going to choose to remain Tommy's victim?

Ginny's eyes flashed with anger. She grabbed the crop and turned back to Tom Riddle, and struck him across the face with the crop.

"You bastard, do you have any idea how much you hurt me." Ginny yelled as she struck him again. This time, the crop left a red mark on Tom's face, and at that same moment, a black latex sleeve formed on Ginny's arm, leaving her palm exposed, while it extended up the back of her hand to wrap around the base of her middle finger.

"You made me petrify Hermione!" Smack!

An identical black latex sleeve formed on Ginny's other hand.

"You made me petrify Colin!" Smack! A thigh-high latex boot formed on Ginny's right leg.

"You made me petrify Penny Clearwater!" Smack! An identical boot formed on Ginny's left leg.

Ginny walked behind the frozen, but apparently sensate Tom Riddle and kicked him in the back of his knee forcing him to fall to his knees.

Ginny's school robes turned into a red latex cape hanging from her shoulders.

"You killed poor Myrtle!" Ginny kicked Riddle in the balls as hard as she could from behind. And Ginny's skirt turned into a pair of black pvc short shorts that opened with a zipper crotch.

"You framed poor Hagrid!" Ginny pulled down the back of Riddle's pants and struck his ass with the crop. As she did, her shirt transformed into a black pvc corset with shiny buckles down the front.

"You nearly killed me!" Ginny struck riddle's ass again with the crop, and a black pentagram tattoo appeared on ginny's chest above her clevage, and also on the palms of her hands.

"And worst of all, you nearly killed Harry!" Ginny struck again with all of her strength, and as she did, a black spiked collar formed on her throat, black makeup adorned her face, and studded wristbands appeared on her wrists.

"Do it." Ginny heard the woman whisper behind her. "Take his power... Take his power and and finish him. You know what to do. Your mind has learned the spells, you only have to want to use them."

Ginny reached down and grabbed Riddle's face. And began to chant a spell in a language she had never spoken before. As she did, the pentagram on her chest and the two on her hands began to glow. As the chant began to reach a creshendo, Ginny channeled the power into the crop once more and struck Tom Riddle's ass one final time. And then there was a blinding discharge of energy.

Ginny blinked away the spots in her eyes. And could see that Tom Riddle was no more. Instead, a nude girl looking 18-19 with long black hair, cowered on the floor. In Ginny's hand, the black crop was gone, and in its place was a black leather leash attached to the black leather collar around the neck of the black haired girl.

The nuts that Ginny had just kicked a minute ago were no longer there. In their place, the black haired waif had a delicate pussy, with only a slight landing strip above her clit. Riddle, completely free of the timelock raised her hands to cover her nude b-cup breasts. As Riddle looked at Ginny she whimpered in fear. At the moment that Riddle had lost her manhood, Ginny had gained a lurid red double-ended strapon dildo, with one end inserted into her own cunt through the booty shorts as the bottom zipper was open exposing everything, the straps having formed around her waist to lock it into place.

"Take her Ginny. Make her yours." The woman behind her whispered.

Ginny grabbed Riddle by her long black hair and smacked her in the face with her strapon. "Bitch. You best open your mouth, because I am going to fuck you in every way you can be fucked, and if you dont suck this cock, you are going to learn a new definition for pain."

Riddle tentatively stuck out her tongue and touched the strapon. Ginny balled up her hands in Riddle's hair and pulled, thrusting the red dick between her lips until Riddle gagged. "Oh, we are going to need to work on that, won't we slut?." Ginny paused but heard nothing but gagging.

"I said, won't we slut?" Riddle mumbled something like yes, before ginny slapped her face. "That's 'Yes, Mistress Ginny.'... well?"

Riddle mumbled "yes Mistress Ginny" around the artificial cock.

"Good girl. Youre going to be my good girl now and forever, aren't you my little riddle-slut?"

"Yes, Mistress Ginny."

Ginny then began to face fuck the female Riddle in earnest until Ginny had come at least once from the inner dildo's penetration and her strapon was thoroughly coated with Riddle's saliva. Then she shoved Riddle to the ground and mounted Riddle from behind and began to fuck her cunt like the bitch she was.

After Mistress Ginny had satisfied herself and left all of Riddle's holes unnaturally stretched and gaping, Ginny turned to the woman who handed her the crop, only to find a large mirror just standing there.
Ginny studied her look, loving how the outfit made her look like one of those scarlet women that she's always been warned about.

Now she had the power, and it felt incredible.

Chapter 8: The two wytches take their joyride in Hermione and Ginny's bodies to the next level.

It was the fourth day since the switching spell had gone into effect. Both Toxicity and Demonia had gotten makeovers and upgrades for their host's bodies, as well as set up and decorated Hermione's apartment.

Demonia looked in the mirror occupying Hermione's guestroom at the improvements she has made to Ginny's body.

Suprisingly she hadn't done anything to Ginny's hair. She liked the way it looked against her pale skin, at the moment it was gathered into a top knot ponytail and bound by a black latex strap. Demonia turned and enjoyed the way the newly installed breast implants were a ridiculously fake E cup. The huge tits stood obscenely erect on Ginny's otherwise petite body. "The letter "P" is brought to you by the dupont corporation, makers of fine fake titties."

Demonia ran her hands over the bolt-on funbags. First across the tops of the breasts, finding that the huge runic pentagram now tattooed over Ginny's cleavage felt no different from her unmarked skin.

Then Demonia ran her fingers down to the newly pierced nipples. The long sharp glossy black fingernails playing with the black metal of the nipple rings hanging from Ginny's tits. Once she played with the nipple rings for a few seconds, she palmed the super firm tits, the hard pointy nipples pressing into the center of her palm tattoos, the black runic pentagrams being the key to wielding tantric magic on the fly, along with the mana storage tattoo on her chest.

Demonia licked her lips, feeling the clicks as her triple tongue studs added to Ginny's tongue clacked against the snakebite piercings in Ginny's lower lips. While the nipple rings were pitch black to contrast against Ginny's pale skin, the lip rings were standard high-chrome steel to contrast against the glossy black lipstick.

Demonia grinned at the look of an innocent waif turned into a goth slut. While Demonia did not go overboard with tattoos and modifications, she did so out of a desire to see what additions Ginny herself would add. That being said, the metalwork installed by Demonia in Ginny's pussy would preclude easy movement through metal detectors.

Demonia had added a black ring to the hood of Ginny's clit, as well as a series of 4 metal gromets with a 1 cm diameter hole in each of ginny's labia, and through those were threaded thick, heavy stainless steel rings. Demonia loved how the tight young pussy was constantly under tension, and feelings and sounds of the rings colliding with one another could be felt and heard with every step. Hopefully Ginny would find these improvements as erotic as Demonia has.

Demonia looked away from the mirror. This room, intended to be Ginny's room anytime she was to visit Grimmald place, was now decorated a stark glossy black. The walls were covered with shiny black latex soundproofing. The floor had been covered with a strong black latex padding, which made kneeling easier, but was tough enough that stiletto heels would not pierce it.

From the ceiling hung various chains and straps much like her own playroom the chains and straps had runes etched in them that they could be controlled with almost no tantric energy. The bed was a King size four post bed with manacles attached to the corners, and black curtains. In the corner next to the mirror was a wardrobe, but in the spirit of magic, it was a walk-in wardrobe, which held more fetishwear than the average adult boutique, the dildo collection alone could have supplied three seperate adult stores.

Demonia walked over to the wardrobe and removed sone of her favorites. First, a pair of long black arm length latex gloves that exposed her fingers, nails, as well as her palms. Next, she unrolled a pair of thigh-high black latex stockings onto her legs. Then she put on a black latex garterbelt to hold the stockings up. Panties were ignored for the moment, but a short black latex skirt made it possible for Demonia to go out in public if she so desired.

Next Demonia chose a black leather bra covered in metal studs, and finalized her look with a spiked collar. Yes, she had enjoyed playing dressup with her temporary body, but it was just about time to return. She decided to check in on Toxicity and find out how long they had left.

As Demonia walked down the hallway, she observed some of the other changes that had been made. The building's wards had been sufficiently modified to protect technology from the power sutges that accompany magic.

One of Demonia's biggest contributions to Hermione's future apartment had been the installation of a playroom much like her own at home for turning innocent women into lesbian slaves. From some of the updates she had gotten from Toxi, her plan had been going flawlessly, and Ginny had experienced everything that techno-mage tantric brainwashing had to offer. And the old sanitarium restraint chair that she had found online was delightfully sinister with its built in headphones and restraints.

After passing the playroom, the kitchen looked normal, but had a few secret cabinets to store items that could be used to knock out or subdue unsuspecting victims.
At the end of the hallway, the conservatory room had been one of Toxicity's projects full of crazy magic plants. From the hallway Demonia could see something that looked like a venus fly trap, only large enough to capture a person. What the thing did, Toxi had kept secret as a suprise.
Speaking of the demented wytch, Demonia knocked on the door to Hermione's room, and entered when she heard Toxi say to come in.

Where Demonia had abstained to allow Ginny the freedom to decorate her body in the future, Toxicity had clearly chosen to go in the opposite direction and lock in as many changes as possible.

The body that had been Hermione Granger's was almost unrecognizable. First and most attention grabbing was the hair. Rather than Hermione's bushy brown locks, her hair was now vibrantly green. Neon green, with the sides shaved into an undercut with no hair on the sides of her head below the plane of the top of her scalp, the remaining hair was supplemented with green cybergoth tech-dreads. The hair towards the left and right sides atop Hermione's head had both been gathered together and wrapped with black leather to create a double handlebar pigtail look, that came out at 45 degree angles from her scalp for about 6 inches in the wrapping, before coming through the wrapping to fall straight down past her shoulders. The remaining hair and tech dreads fell towards her back unrestrained.
Next, it was clear that Toxicity had taken Hermione's body to the plastic surgeon as well, because her tits were huge and had been expanded to G-cups (the current size of bianca beauchamp). These tits were epic in that they were perfectly spherical orbs jutting out from her body in a display of pure whorish sexuality.

Once a person recovered from seeing those two massive changes, the rest of Toxicity's changes were equally drastic if not as noticible from a distance.

Hermione's pussy had been shaved bald, and would never grow hair again. Upon her mound was a large green biohazard tattoo, below which began the piercings. The clit was pierced by a curved green barbell with emerald balls on the ends.

Like Ginny's body, Hermione's Wytch had installed four 1 cm gromets in each side of her labia. However Toxicity had located green glow-in -the-dark gromets, and green glow-in-the-dark horseshoe style piercings which hung from them. On the one hand, Hermione's piercings would look crazy under a blacklight or other light source. But unlike Ginny's wouldnt be as heavy, set off metal detectors, or sound like wind chimes as she walked.

On Hermione's right tit, Toxicity had tattooed the eight pointed star of chaos unbound, and had pierced that nipple with both a green vertical barbell, and a green horizontal barbell.

On her left tit was a huge spiderweb tattoo, that nipple also had a green verticle barbell, but had a black metal square piercing going horizontally through the nipple. Toxicity had an idea for that spiderweb tattoo, but did not have the time to learn the magic required to finish it.

Between the huge tits in the clevage was a large runic pentagram, of the type used by wytches to control and store tantric magic.

Just like Ginny, Toxicity had also tattooed runic pentagrams on Hermione's palms.

On her fingers Toxicity had two layers of tattoos. The fingers on her right hand below the first knuckles of her fingers and thumb now spelled the word: T O X I C, while the left hand spelled the word: W H O R E. Then for the area between the first and second knuckles on the fingers of her right and left hands combined to spell the name: S L A A N E S H.

Finally, Toxicity had done some substantial work on Hermione's face. First she installed seven spike piercings below the lower lip, specifically, a long standard labret spike in the middle, and theee more shorter spikes to the left and right. This was supplemented by a pair of snakebite lip rings on either side of the mouth. Neon green lipstick, triple tongue piercings in a triangle pattern. And a septum ring that hung down to the top of her upper lip.

Her eyebrows had been permemently shaved off, now over her right eye where her eyebrow used to be was the word DELIRIUM tattooed in a filigree font. Over her left eye she had two spike eyebrow piercings, and a tattoo that was a reverse-image of the delirium tattoo but written backwards in such a way that it was only readable in a mirror.

The ears were also covered in piercings with three spikes jutting from the back of each ear, and small 1 mm gromets in her earlobes. On the left side of her head where the undercut had been shaved away was another large green biohazard tattoo.

Toxicity was standing in the middle of the room looking into a full body mirror admiring the changes she had made to Hermione's body, especially the large back tattoo.

On her back the tattoo was amazing in its realism given how little time had been available. Clearly it would not have been possible without using magic to create it. In the tattoo, stood the current form of Hermione's body wearing a latex cybergoth outfit, and a black and green cyber goth gasmask. That depiction of Hermione was looking into a mirror. Inside that mirror, was a depiction of Hermione as she had been, bushy haired and innocent in her hogwarts uniform, her hands pressed against the glass of the mirror as if trying to escape the glass.

Toxicity hoped that her student would love that tattoo as much as she did.

The room itself had seen signifigant change. Where before Hermione had not yet decorated her room, the room was now host to a huge custom size bed on a raised platform, currently with black latex sheets, and with mirrors and blacklights installed directly above it. The bed was honestly large enough to hold an orgy on.

To the left from the door was a huge desk and bookshelf that took up the entire wall. Hermione's own books had been un packed and organized, along with all the books that Toxicity had sent over. There were also cubbyholes in the shelving. Some held things like gasmasks and dildos, others held bongs and potion ingredients. On the desk itself there was a huge crystal hookah connected by a black tube to a gas mask. Identical to the one that Toxicity had tricked Hermione into using at their lair.

To the right of the door were three other doors. First, the en suite bathroom. Second, a walk-in-closet, that had similar expansion as Ginny's wardrobe. The closet was full, while there was a small section containing Hermione's original clothes, the majority of clothing that Toxicity had purchased was cyber-goth fetishwear in latex , leather, and a few magical hydes. As well as accessories from knee high army style boots with 8 chrome buckles , to 5 inch stilettos, and everything else a cyber-goth could need.

The final room was a mini potions lab and ritual room.

"Well Demi, this is the most fun I've had in ages!"

"So how have our targets been doing over the past few days?"

"Targets, oh no, Ginny has truly become your apprentice. She has been soaking up everything we installed to teach her, and between the brainwashing and the spells I think she's come to love it. And as for Hermione..."

Toxicity reached down and began to fondle her pussy, "oh Hermione's transformation has been a wonder to watch. You should have cast an observation spell on our bodies before we switched. This has been the most entertaining week ever."

Demonia walked over and grabbed Toxicity's right hand as she was fondling herself, and shoved two of her own fingers up Toxicity's cunt.

Moving the fingers in and out while rubbing the heel of her palm over the cybergoth's clit, Demonia flicked Toxicity's septum ring with her tongue, before she turned her head to share an open mouth kiss. Their tongues dueled and they could hear the sound of metal on metal as their tongue piercings clacked togher repeatedly as they plundered each other' mouths.

It didn't take long for Toxicity to cum, and once she did, she dragged Demonia over to the bed and switched on the blacklights. As Demonia lay on the bed, she realized that it wasn't just the pussy rings that were glowing green under the blacklight. The biohazard tattoos were glowing green, and the breast tattoos and eyebrow tattoos which had all looked simply black were glowing purple under the light. Soon Demonia could see nothing but cunt as Toxicity sat on her face.

As Demonia began to lick and finger the possessed pussy of Hermione Granger, Toxicity leaned forward, pulled back Demonia's skirt, and dove her nose into Ginny's innocent pussy. Ginny wasn't a virgin, having had sex with her boyfriend Harry several times, but her body had yet to feel total corruption.

As the two wytches explored the bodies each other possessed, especially their cunt and labia rings, Toxicity accessed her spell to see what was going on with Hermione. With Demonia's tongue and fingers rooting through her cunt, what she saw activated the final modification she had made to Hermione's body, as she squirted... no blasted an absurd amount of pussy juice all over Demonia's face and neck and hair.

Now it was obvious why Toxicity had gone with the latex sheets.

Well, they still had an hour or two to cleanup before the soul switch spell reverted.

Chapter 9: The Corruption of Hermione Granger

By the second day, Hermione was well into learning the eldrich tantric magic that her Professor Toxicity had provided that wonderful book on.

Hermione giggled like a maniac any time she referred to Toxicity as professor.

Hermione had left the bedroom several times but most of the doors in the building were locked, and the spells she had learned so far were of no use to open them. The kitchen was full of fast meals, and there were ingredients available if she wanted to make a complex meal, but for the time she had, microwave pizzas, cereal, and breakfast sandwiches were definitely sufficient.

Whenever Hermione left the bedroom, she wore the cyber-punk potions mask, but whenever she returned, she switched back to wearing the gasmask attached to the crystal hookah. The smoke from the hookah seemed to keep her mind open and her body horny. The best combination to learn tantric magic.

By now Hermione was a master of self-pleasure using the double dildo. As she progressed through the book she had added the use of butt plugs, anal beads, and using both ends of the double dong for double penetration. Every time she came, she was able to feel the magic accumulate in her runic tattoo. It was strange to have no access to her magical core, but she supposed that learning tantric magic in a body where that was the only magic allowed her to focus on the new material.

The book had her experiment with all sorts of things. Both magical and sexual. Hermione was suprised how good it felt to have weights hanging down from her labia rings while she fucked her ass with an extra long but slightly thinner dildo.

In terms of Magic, Hermione had learned an abundance of body transfiguration, and mental manipulation spells.

As she learned the runes from the book, the mind warping effects of the eldrich runes book became more and more ingrained. Just 3 days ago, Hermione would never have considered using ilicit substances, or using extreme sex toys, but here she was not only accepting the corruption as a matter of course, but loving it.

In terms of mind arts, the very warping of her mind would provide an unbeatable defense. A Legilmancer entering her mind would find an unintelligible maze of impossibility. As for offensive techniques, the runes installed the spells in her mind. All she would need is the intent to use them on a person, and her magic would guide her.

This morning was the first time that Hermione had needed to refill the hookah. Now she was aware that the waxy mixture that it consumed was a combination of several magical potions ingredients as well as a concentrate of THC and certain psychotropics. "Hermione Granger nymphomaniac pothead... hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...heh heh." Hermione giggled like the madwoman she was quickly becoming. The simple act of doing something she considered naughty was enough to make her cum. Thinking about all the school rules she broke, she realized that she got a tremendous amount of pleasure every time she broke a rule. And pointing out to Ron and Harry that they were breaking the rule just heightened the pleasure. It's too bad that she never masturbated during those pleasure highs.

If she had, she probably would have cum like a freight train.

As the second full day became night Hermione reached the section on tying her tantric magic to an eldrich patron. The book recommended the chaos god Slaanesh. It explained that Slaanesh focused on sexuality and pleasure as its primary sacriment.

When compared to some of the other potential patrons, this seemed quite reasonable. Blood and anger? Disease and rot? Random manipulation and backstabery? Green ooze and monsters? No thank you.
No, if Hermione had to choose a patron for her tantric magic, then it would definitely be Slaanesh. Hilariously, the ritual to accept Slaanesh as her patron was basically more masturbation in a ritual circle and the adoption of a wytch-name something that represented her approach to tantric magic. When Hermione completed the ritual late on her second full night, Slaanesh accepted her as an acolyte, and she felt the acceptance as she came and her new name bestowed upon her: Delirium. If someone had been watching they would have seen her eyes flash purple the moment the ritual was sucessful.

Once Hermione/Delirium was able to move after such an amazing orgasm, she went back to the desk and put on her hookah gas mask as she pulled down the dictionary.

Delirium:
(1) an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders.
(2) wild excitement or ecstasy.

"Hmmm, lets go with number two."

So she continued her studies, continued getting high, and continued abusing the fuck out of her borrowed pussy.

During the third day she learned that one of the strong points of tantric magic is body manipulation/transfiguration. She was able to play with Toxicity's body. The body started with DD-Cup breasts, Hermione/Delirium had messed with the tits, growing them into an absurd sized R-Cup and playing with them for an extended period.

The R cups were fun, but getting clothes that fit would not be. Hermione/Delirium brought them back down to a fake looking EE-cup and had proven herself able to change other parts of the body, including her face, hair colors etc. When she arrived, she arrived in a body that had blonde hair and purple streaks. Hermione/Delirium cast a tantric spell, and suddenly the hair was hermione's normal bushy brown hair. Then she cast it again and she suddenly had a shaved head but for a red mohawk. Then she cast it again, and a full head of hair was back with all the hair neon purple with length down to her ass, and black streaks running the length.

Then invoking Slaanesh, Delirium/Hermione was able to begin manipulation of her clit. It was a hell of a thing to watch her clit start growing while she had her favorite double dong still in her cunt. As the clit reached 5 inches long, the clit ring would now be called a prince albert. As she reached 8 inches long she lost her mind in a fury of self-pleasure anal and vaginal penetration with the double dong, while whacking off on a futa cock was crazy fun.

The cock was fun, but for Delirium/Hermione, it mostly just got in the way. Handy to create it when needed, but it was a distraction from learning and the utter joy of her cunt.

Late on the third night Delirium/Hermione was taking a break from the studies as a pizza cooked away and she lounged on the couch in the living area trying out the portible bong from the desk drawer.

Just two days ago, she rejected using the bong because she felt it was naughty... something that she, a good girl, wouldn't do. Now as she sat on the couch, wearing nothing but a black pvc cupless corset, purple thigh high pvc boots, black studded wristbands and a black studded collar, and she sat working the double dildo in and out of her cunt, pausing only to re-light the bong on the table and take a deep toke. The naughtyness was the very reason that she used it.

Delirium now craved being a bad girl. Specifically, she wanted to do all the things she was taught not to do as a good girl.

Fuck authority, Fuck the laws, Fuck the Ministry, Fuck the prudes, and Fuck her cunt!

Then much to her suprise, a door which had been locked all week clicked repeatedly before the door opened...

Chapter 10: Ginny becomes Sin incarnate

Ginny reveled in the power, the ability to control her own destiny in the dreamworlds.

Yes, the brainwashing subliminals quickly introduced sexual fetishes and perversion into her mind, accompanied by magical instruction and empowered by the magical spell and it fed her sexual dominance.

In the space of several days, Ginny had experienced years of instruction in using tantric magic. And in terms of perversion, there was almost no sexual act that she had not experienced or inflicted upon others.

Through her darker experiences she inflicted horrors upon the memory of Riddle. Both male and female. For her more loving experiences she seemed to focus on Harry, Luna, and Hermione.

And then her corruption training took an unexpected turn... corrupting her mother. In some dreamworlds, Ginny took her revenge upon her mother for being overbearing, and stifling her life. In other dreamworlds, Ginny corrupted her mother, turning her into the very 'scarlet women' that she had always protested. Common slut, muggle streetwalker, lesbian dominatrix, brothel madam, dog-slut, punk whore, kidnapper and slave trainer, adult baby, latex gimp, kitsune furry, Molly-pig, each perversion of Molly was a sign of a permanent shift in Ginny's mind. To the point where she looked forward to being released from the chair so that she could try out some techniques on her mother.

Oh yes, not only was she aware of the brainwashing she was recieving, she had already recieved the training to operate such a machine and the attendant spells herself, and was looking forward to her release.

Ginny had lost all sense of actual time, and she was not the innocent girl that had been placed into the brainwashing chair.

So when the goggles went blank, and the dark whispers ended their instruction she had a feeling that things were about to change.

As the goggles were peeled from her face, she saw a pierced and tattoed slave woman. Yes she remembered this one. This was the one that called herself Pet mommy slave.

"Pet."

"Mistress Ginny", the slave responded as she continued disconnecting her from the chair.

Ginny summoned her tantric magic and a leather strap struck out like a snake to snap against the slave's ass. The slave shuddered as she came from the pain, but continued her work.

"Thank you Mistress Ginny, but Mistress Ginny needs to conserve her energy until Mistress Ginny chooses a pateon god."

Ginny knew this was correct. She had literally had years of instruction in tantric magic in her mind and knew the pros and perils of each eldrich god. The only two she would consider would be Lilith, the succubus goddess, or Slaanesh, the chaos god of pleasure. None of the others appealed to her.

"Yes, is the ritual circle prepared?"

"Yes Mistress Ginny."

The slave unhooked the remaining restraints, and Ginny flowed to her feet, recalling that she was in the body of her pre-programmed teacher Demonia.

Ginny was about to summon energy to warp the black haired seductively evil form in black makeup and black latex to something more to her own taste, but hesitated. No. The ritual needed to be done first. With an eldrich patron, all tantric magic would cost only a fraction of her reserves. And while in her real body, she could rely on her magical core to supplement the stored energy, in this body once energy was used, she would need to recharge it.

Now the recharging process was fun, but having to perform sex acts for the barest scraps of magic would be occasionally tedious, so no. Patron first, personal pleasure second.

As she stood up Ginny noticed that while she was wearing the same black latex catsuit that had covered this body from head to toe, but for her face, ears, tits, crotch, and fingertips, there was no body odor... well, that and now she clearly had a latex fetish that had not existed before.

Upon considering the odor question, her mind instantly came up with a response from her years of education. She had been subject to a cleanliness spell as part of the brainwashing process... but still, there should be an excess of girlcum and urine on the floor.

"Pet, did you address my urine and cunt-spray?"

"Yes Mistress Ginny, this one had the pleasure to capture and clean Mistress Ginny's love with this one's mouth."

Ginny appreciated the effort, and used her magic to summon the tool she needed. A strapon harness with an anal plug, and a mounting for a double dildo. She grabbed a double dildo from a nearby rack and locked it into place, then put on the harness. Enjoying first the feeling of the anal plug slipping into her ass, and then the front as one half of a black monstrosity was lodged deep within her borrowed cunt and the harness was completely attached.

As Ginny confirmed the ritual circle's design with the knowledge in her mind, she played with the labia gromets in this pussy. God, if nothing else she was going to want a set of these when she got back to her own body.

Everything checked out, Ginny grabbed Pet, and threw her down on her knees. Ginny stepped in front of her and without a word, Pet took the strapon into her mouth, and began to lube it. After a while ginny grabbed Pet's hair and began to throat fuck the slave. Once Ginny came from that act and the dildo inside herself she began to recite the spell to bind her to Slaanesh as an acolyte
Once the spell was recited, Ginny began to fuck pet's slutty pierced cunt from behind.

As she sawed in and out, the dildo inside her did wonderful things with every thrust.

Soon, as the orgasm began to build she felt the connection form with her patron Slaanesh. Her vision flashed purple, and she knew her Wytch name. "Syyn" Ginny convulsednas her power resevoir was filled to overflowing, the runic pentagram on her chest so incredibly full that it was glowing purple and was visible through the black latex of her catsuit.

Ginny/Syyn recovered from the amazing orgasm, and called upon her power. The rune empowered chains and straps hanging from the ceiling came to life and in seconds Pet was completely suspended in the air as if she were in the reclining brainwashing chair.

Ginny/Syyn stepped between the slave's legs and concentrated. After a few seconds, she stuck out her tongue, which just kept coming out until she tapped the tripple piercings starting about 1 inch back from the tip, against her nipple piercing. Ginny/Syyn got down and placed her face between the slave's legs and rested her bottom lip at the base of the slave's cunt. She re-extended her tongue, like a snake slithering along the outside of the woman's labia, she found that this woman too had extensive piercings... five incredibly thick steel horseshoe piercings were pierced directly through each sides of the womans labia. As Ginny/Syyn's tongue wormed through there was a series of loud clunks as rings struck one another, until ginny reached the slave's clit ring. As her tongue began to play with that ring, ginny/Syyn lubed up her finger be sticking it in Pet's dripping pussy.

Ginny/Syyn begam to thrust in and out and eventually added a second finger, and then a third. Pet groaned at three. Ginny/Syyn added a fourth, and Pet moaned.

After working her hand in and out she got her entire hand into Pet's Cunt, and then made a fist inside her cunt. The slave moaned out loud "Ohhhhhh Mistress." Ginny/Syyn began to work the fist in and out, her latex encased arm looking like a huge rubber dong, sliding in and out between the pierced labia.

As Syyn/Ginny was fisting the slave-cunt, she retracted her tongue, placed her other hand on the slave's ass and cast a tantric spell designed for her next act through the hand tattoo. She then re-extended her tongue this time to the slave's ass and began working it in. The ass tasted almost minty-clean as she had intended.

Apparently the spell only worked on cleaning out shit, because after a few inches Syyn/Ginny could taste metal. A pair of ben-wa balls had been shoved up the slave's ass. At the same time, Syyn/Ginny was fisting the slave cunt all the way up to her elbow.

Syyn/Ginny wrapped her tongue around one of the balls pulled it out a little, before whacking it against the other sphere. The two then started shaking. The combined action made Pet mommy slave cum. Her orgasm squirting out around Syyn's arm as if somone was trying to stop a fire hydrant with their hand.

Once the slave stopped convulsing, Syyn stood up and licked a substantial amount of the girlcum from her latex clad arm, and walked to the door. After messing with three seperate locks she opened the door to see an average looking livingroom filled with a smoky haze and with a crazy looking purple haired cyber-punk bitch on a couch smoking a bong and fucking herself with a double dildo.

Syyn looked upon this scene and said, "Yeah, this seems right."

Chapter 11: Our two witches meet for a class... reunion? graduation?

As Synn stood in the newly opened doorway from Demonia's... (cell? Classroom? Brainwashatorium?) Syyn noticed that the cyber-punk slut on the couch was staring at the still wet strapon that she had not yet removed from her waist. "You want a piece of this, bitch?"

The cybergoth blew out a cloud of smoke and met her eyes before she said, "No you cunt, I want the whole thing!" The cybergoth then got on all fours on the couch and smacked her ass as an invitation as she pulled the black dildo out of her cunt, the gaping maw twitching open and closed. Syyn practically teleported over and grabbed a handfull of long purple hair as she whacked the strapon against the cyber goth's own grommet pierced labia.

(Syyn paused for a second... was labia piercing with grommets that much of a thing? Yes she would definitely need to get these when she was back in her own body... but back to the pussy at hand.)

"So bitch, what's your name?"

"Delirium. You?"

"You can call me Syyn."

Delirium responded "Pleasure to meet you" And Syyn chose that moment to thust the strap-on cock into her cunt with no warning. But since Delirium had been abusing that same cunt with dildos for several days, all it did was make her moan, a moan which turned into manic laughter as the fucking continued.

Syyn began to mutter a tantric spell, and as her left hand' pentagram tattoo began to glow, she slapped it on Delirium's ass... only nothing happened other than a moan from Delirium.

"Hee hee hee, you didn't say 'simon says'," Delirium cackeled as she raised her own left hand whose runic pentagram tattoo was now glowing purple. "But way to jump start my heart, sexy."

Syyn's stored knowledge instantly informed her that Delirium must be another eldrich tantric wytch, and that using such magic on a co-practitioner was... challenging, without permission.

"Don't worry sexy, I'm not mad. I can tell that your spell was the minty anal cleaner. I'm afraid I'm already cleared out, but I went with citrus-y fresh." Stated the cyberpunk slut as Syyn continued to fuck her cunt doggy-style.

"Since you're already back there how'bout making use of this", Delirium held the black double dildo she had been using by herself over her shoulder. Syyn grabbed it and immediately began working it into Delirium's ass.

"Ohhhhh. Sweet merlin that's goooood. So you just decide to drop by and fuck the newest Eldritch tantric wytch on the block, or are you just happy to see me."

Syyn was working the double-dildo in and out of Delirium's ass trying to set up a rhythm between that and her strapon.

Trying not to break concentration, she said, "well, i dont know about you being the newest Eldrich Tantric Witch. About 3 days ago i was helping my friend move into her house, and next thing I know, i'm in this sexy latex clad wytch's body, and they're literally pouring tantric magic knowledge into my head.

The Cyber Punk's head whipped around to look at her, her purple hair flowing like the cape of a matador, "Ginny? Is that you?"

The purple haired cyber punk shoved backwards hard, knocking Syyn over onto her back, as Delirium remained impaled on the strapon. Using her leverage, and possibly some magic, she spun around so she was riding Syyn cowgirl style, with the long black double dildo sticking out of her ass like an obcene latex tail.

The question rattled around Syyn's head for a second ... 'What? No... it can't be! she looked at the completely foreign person who was fucking herself on the strapon. "Her...Hermione? Is that you?"

"Eeeeeeeeee! OH my god! It is you Ginny, its like the best day ever, teeee he he he!" She leaned down and kissed Syyn hard on the lips, their tongue studs clicking, as their tongues sought dominance.

Syyn had not undone the tongue manipulation spell she had used on Demonia's Pet, and Delirium's eyes got wide when Syyn's tongue reached deep down her throat. Delirium began to bob her head up and down, as if she was deep throating a cock ( that was part of her day 2 dildo practice) all the while fucking herself on Syyn's strapon cock.

This continued for several minutes, as both tried to hold off their own orgasm to establish dominance, but Delirium was holding an ace in the hole, she had caught Syyn's spell energy in her own runic pentagram tattoo, and since it was Synn' energy she would have zero ways to stop it. So Delirium thought up her spell, and smacked Synn's tit with her hand. Instantly Syyn's tongue was as sensitive as a man's cock, and Syyn's cunt (which held the other half of the strapon dildo) became twice as sensitive than normal.

This pushed Syyn over the edge and she began to cum hard, the final part of the spell kicking in... Syyn's pussy was filled with vaginal fluid and clenched hard as her pussy attempted to gush her cunt-juice. However, with the strap-on in place, the fluid forced it's way out around the dildo like water from a hose with a thumb covering it. The spray hit Delirium's clit with decent enough force to feel like a water massager, and her knowledge of what was happening was enough to send her over the edge too. She moaned as she came hard, and that only drove Syyn onto a stupor as the vibraton from the moaning went into her newly sensitive tongue. Syyn withdrew her tongue as she blacked out, and she could hear the girl that was apparently Hermione say, "I guess I win."

It was several minutes later, when Syyn began to return to consciousness, she could feel a dildo being slowly worked in and out of her cunt, and then a pair of lips met hers, and rather than have a tongue force its way in, this time it was a mouthful of potent smoke. She opened her eyes to see a face full of piercings.

Delirium ended the kiss and said "glad to see you're back with me Ginny." As whisps of the remaining smoke floated from her mouth. "So is it safe to assume that you were placed in your trainer's body for the last several days as you learned Eldrich tantric magic, and other fun things?"

Syyn blew out the smoke that Delirium had shared with her as she saw that she was lying on the couch, Hermione perched on the coffee table her right hand working the black double dildo in and out of Ginny's pussy, and her left hand holding a bong. "Yep, this is apparently the body of Demonia, and as you can see, she is a fan of black and latex. I spent the last three days hooked up to a techno-magic brainwashing chair that put me in a dreamworld where I learned how to be a Wytch, and a sexy slutty dominatrix, you?"

"Tee hee, This is the body of my professor Toxicity, who is a total cyber-goth. When I woke up, I was in a room on a bed, fucking myself with this double dildo," Delirium nodded to the dildo she was slowly sliding in and out of Ginny's pussy. "As well as a sexy cybergoth outfit, and a gasmask attached to a hookah. It felt lovely," Hermione paused to take a hit from the bong, holding the madness inducing smoke in for a moment before blowing it from her nostrils in such a way that Syyn found incredibly sexy.

Once I could overcome the pleasure I read a note left for me that they put me in Toxi's body to learn eldrich tantric magic, and so I of course poured everything into learning from the book. Let me tell you, those eldrich runes are no joke. Norse runes can mean a single word, or a sentence, but eldrich runes, can mean an encyclopedia. Literally, you study certain runes, and once you understand it, suddenly volumes of information are in your head."

"Over the past three days, i've learned the equivlent of entire libraries of potions, poisons, spells, curses, sexuality and corrupting others.... and yes, I've become a total nymphomaniac stoner bitch.

Down with the patriarchy! Up with the Orgi-archy!"

Synn grinned at the changes her somewhat prudish friend had undergone. "I suppose that while the paths were different, we had the same destination. So I take it from that you took a wytch name?"

She watched the cybergoth possed by Hermione take a lung filling drag from the bong, and saw her eyes flash purple for an instant before she began to release the smoke.

"Yes, after I adopted Slaanesh as my patron god, I took the name Delirium. A combination of pleasure and madness. It's increasingly appropriate, don't you think?"

"Oh yes, you are clearly a sexy beast, and there's no doubt that you're now a fucking crazy bitch, so I love it. That being said, can I still call you Mione?"

"Awww." Delirum leaned down and gave Ginny a peck on the lips. "You can call me anything you want sexy, but yes, you can still call me Hermione or Mione. Can I still call you Ginny?"

"Wellllll, my wytch name is Syyn, spelled S-y-y-n, and I think it really suits me now that Ive learned how to turn random women on the street into masochistic sex slaves and whores... but yes, you can still call me Ginny."

"Well... Ginny, I can feel from the tugging on the runes in my hands that the body switch spell that got us here is coming to an end soon. I was going to cast a few spells as a thank you, and a few spells as pranks for our teachers, would you be up for that?"

"Well, im really enjoying the way you're stroking that dildo in and out of my cunt, but sure."

"Dont worry, Delirium/Hermione set down the bong and picked up a second dildo, I think we can finish off the night with a multiple dildo game I like to call ass-to-ass. If you cum your brains out, you're the winner."

"Sounds like a game where everybody wins. Lets get started."

Chapter 12: Hermione's back in her own body... How's that going?

Hermione/Delirium could feel a stiffness as she began to wake up.

She had been in the midst of using Toxicity's body to fuck Ginny/Syyn in Demonia's body. They had been ass to ass with double dildos in their pussy and ass and had worked up an excellent rhythm.

Now she was in a bed... again. As her eyes began to acclimate to the darkness, she could see the edges of a gasmask, and she could taste the mind-warping smoke that she had been learning to use and enjoy, to further her eldrich tantric magic. Delirium/Hermione began to focus her energ... wow.

That was a magical core, not a tantric energy siphon, but a full-on magical core. Wait, she could feel both a huge magical core and tantric energy siphon, which meant... this meant that she was probably back home in her original body! and that Toxicity had probably installed the tattoos for a tantric energy siphon.

Delirium/Hermione could see something moving in the distance which was impossible because she was lying on her back, unless... the bed had mirrors on the ceiling, and holy fuck what did Toxicity do to her?!?

As Delirium/Hermione lay in the giant bed, staring up at the mirrors and her own body, she didn't know what looked crazier, her new hair or her new tits.

Firstly her tits were now massive. They were perfectly spherical G-cup tits. Delirium attempted to use tantric body manipulation, but for some reason that spell wasn't working and her tits remained huge. Delirium then tried to go the other direction, and her tits began to expand... H cup J cup, then again the reversal spell, J cup, H cup, G cup and stop. Oh. OH. that bitch must have installed implants in her tits... because the flesh manipulation spell clearly doesn't manipulate big ass titty implants.

Then there was her hair. It was a crazy bright neon green, with two pigtails coming off the top of her head wrapped in 6 inch leather stalks. If the hair didn't come out the end of the stalks it would have looked like she had alien antennae.

Delirium/Hermione raised her hands to feel her hair. Those handle bar pigtails were set in there tight. As she felt downwards, she could feel that the sides of her head were completely shaved and there wasn't even any stubble.

As she moved her hands down acrpss her face she noticed that in addition to the runic pentagram tattooed on her palm, her fingers had tattoos on them. Her right hand read: TOXIC, on one set of knuckles and thumb while further toward her fingernails the four fingers read SLAA.

SLAA? Delirium looked to her left hand and saw it read: WHORE, and below that, NESH. Oh. Of course. So when she put her fists together they read TOXIC WHORE SLAANESH.

The mind warped book worm giggled at the defilement of her fingers, tipped with neon green painted fingernails, then looked at the room clearly designed for her. It was like someone created an orgy room within a library. Oh Toxicity clearly knew her tastes. Or was it more accurate to say Toxicity "new" Hermione's tastes. She cackled again at the pun in her mind, making tiny puffs of smoke come out the exhalation vent of the mask.

As much as she wanted to keep her bong mask on, Delirium/Hermione knew that Toxicity would have given her a complete makeover and she wanted to see if she could recognize her own face.

There was a full body mirror also mounted on the wall, Delirium stood up admiring the shiny thigh-high cybergoth boots which were covered in buckles and peeled the mask from her face, exhaling a cloud of sanity-breaking smoke, as she approached herself in the wall mirror.

In addition to the runic tattoos she could already see, and the cybergoth fetishwear, Delirium/Hermione could feel and see the semi clear green composite horseshoe rings hanging from labia grommets. She gave the piercing clad cunt a rub just to feel the lightweight piercings and make then swing within their gromet holes. But the real show now was her face.

Her face was covered in piercings, but almost more shocking was that her eyebrows were simply gone. Over her left eye was her name Delirium, apparently tattooed to be read in a mirror. Over her right eye was an opposite tattoo of her name Delirium, to be read in the real world.

In addition to all the ear and other piercings, Delirium's labret piercings drew the eye. A long spike jutting from below the center of her lower lip with three smaller spikes on either side.

Hermione then laughed like she was auditioning to be harley quinn. She loved it. This kind of look was so completely naughty! As she thought about how only bad girls dressed like this, she literally had an orgasm while standing there.

On the left side of her scalp was a green biohazard tattoo. Toxic whore indeed!

She turned her head the other way, and could see a green anarchy symbol tattooed on her right shaved scalp.

Delirium nearly fell to her knees, the tiny cunt quake of an orgasm just from the shock of seeing that. Seeing that symbol permanently tattooed on her scalp. Anarchy. For most of her life, she obeyed the rules, she made others obey the rules, but in the end she always had to break the rules when it mattered, because rules were made by people to control you, and so many times those people were wrong or just stupid (hem hem... umbitch)

And now... fuck the rules. "Fuck the rules." She whispered. Just the fact that she said that finally did bring her down to her knees, as she jammed her hand between her legs and began to roughly finger herself as she chanted her new mantra. "Fuck the rules... Fuck the rules...FUCK the rules... FUCK THE RULES!" As she came she saw stars, and heard in her head something, the sexiest voice she could imagine asking if she would dedicate her life and her soul to chaos and pleasure. Part of her then realized that the very spot she knelt on was a runic circle.

Delirium realized that Toxicity had planned this all out, and that she knew what to say. "Slaanesh, i swear my life, my magic, and my soul to you!"

Delirium then came as if struck by lightning her body writhing on the floor for minutes as though having a seizure. Her scream as she orgasmed so loud that it hurt her own ears.  By the time it was finally over Delirium could feel that Slaanesh had blessed her, and now she felt ready to experience her new life. Hermione was her past, and Delirium was the future.

Chapter 13: Original Syyn?

While Delirium (Hermione) was experiencing a religious awakening of anarchy and chaos, Syyn/Ginny was getting acquainted with the comparatively restrained mods that Demonia installed on her body.

Syyn had awoken in a black latex catsuit with absurdly large E cup tits on her otherwise lithe athletic body. As Synn looked down at her latex clad arms with the shiny black latex sleeves of her catsuit ending at her wrists, she turned her hands palm up, and she could now see runic pentagram tattoos on the palms of her hands that felt like they were linked to the appropriate runic pentagram tattoo on her chest above her tits to store tantric magic. Just like what she had felt when she was in Demonia's body... only so much more.

Syyn grinned as she could feel both the tantric energy, and her own magical core. As she did so she realized that Demonia had gone overboard with the facial piercings.

Syyn could feel a full set of upper and lower snake bites with 2 rings at the outer edges of both of her lips, the felt and heard the clacking as she ran her pierced tongue over the lip rings.  Between her lips and the roof of her mouth, she could feel that she now had a triple tongue piercing with the tongue barbells in a triangle, with the point of the triangle aiming down her throat.

Next, Syyn could feel that her nipples were pierced as well as some heavy duty piercing of her labia. She could see the bulges or rings through the skintight latex of the catsuit. "The fuck did Demonia put down there? Bloody padlocks?"

The black latex catsuit was a full body catsuit, that covered her from neck to toes with an obvious zipper going from the neck all the way down to disappear between her legs. Her feet seemed to be encased in a pair of 6" stiletto boots with 3" platforms. The black knee-high boots were accented with chrome spikes.

But other than the piercings and tantric energy siphons, it appeared that Demonia had left her own body to be customized as she saw fit. Syyn got up from the shiny rubbery bed that occupied much of the room, and felt as the stilettos pushed down against the apparently padded floor.

Syyn took a step forward, and found that she had no issue walking in the super tall heels. Whether that was the heels themselves, or something Demonia had done to her legs remained to be seen.
Across the room was a table with an obvious note for her, and laying next to the note was her wand.

Syyn walked over and looked at the note that was probably left for her by Demonia. The corrupted Weasley grinned as she realized that Demonia and Toxicity were going to wake up back in their own bodies tied together ass to ass by a pair of two double dildos.

The note briefly explained that Synn would need to re tune her connection with Slaanesh through a simple act of cumming in a ritual circle. The note also mentioned a few gifts like a vintage brainwashing chair (fuck yeah!) and the huge fetishwear and toy collections stored in the magical walk-in closets. And a warning to be careful not to go into the plant room.

"What plant room?" Syyn wondered aloud. While Grimmald Place was a house of the Black family, it wasn't a manor house and had not been equipped with a conservatory. Had that changed?

Demonia ended the note by wishing her good luck, and a p.s. "hope you enjoyed my pet mommy slave. Mine was just a random mommy i wanted to corrupt... but I would love to see you corrupt your real mother into your own version of a mommy-slave."

Synn looked down at the floor and saw that a runic circle had been drawn on the floor. Clearly Demonia had written that p.s. to get her motor running.

Synn opened the collar of the catsuit and pulled the zipper down, exposing fully the giant pentagram runic tattoo on her chest designed as a mana reservoir. And she continued to expose her creamy pale skin as the zipper continued down. Once she passed her naval, she peeled back the section covering her obviously fake new tits, exposing the thick black metal nipple rings against her incredibly dark arolea and pale skin. Had her areola always been that dark, or was her surrounding skin just so much more pale?

Soon the zipper had been pulled back to the stop, which was apparently just above her ass. Surprisingly Synn did not see any other tattoos. However, when she opened up her crotch, her joke about padlocks seemed too close to the truth.

While an average looking chromed steel ring sat poking from her clit-hood, her cunt lips were practically dripping metal. Synn now had four gromets in each side of her cunt lips (eight total) each piercing consisted of a 1 cm gromets, and a big 0.9cm thick ring that had to be at least 3-4 cm wide which barely passed through each gromet only to hang down like a set of sexual windchimes. In all honesty, the sheer depravity of seeing her cunt pierced in such extreme fashion caused her to cum just from running her hand along the piercings and listening to them clank.

As she came, the circle underneath her lit up, and she was blasted by an intense orgasm when her connection to her patron eldritch god Slaanesh was re-affirmed and a pink tattoo of the mark of Slaanesh appeared on her mound above her clit and below her waist.

Once Synn recovered from the orgasm and the affirmance of her pact with an elder god, she decided to check in on Hermione...er, Delirium.

When Ginny had been here days ago, this second floor apartment at 12 Grimmald place had been relatively unfurnished. Now certain things were fully upgraded. The kitchen was now fully stocked, the living room improved beyond the simple couch that had been replaced with expensive leather furniture.

Further down the hallway, a white tile room was set up with a vintage restraint chair and a brainwashing system comparable to what the wytches had used on Ginny...

And now Syyn was quite excited when she saw that she had one of her own to play with.

"How generous, but accessories appear to be sold separately.." she snarked at the fact that the brainwashing chair was a fine toy, but useless at the moment  without a victim.

The twisted Weasel-ette continued down the hallway, spotting a glass door at the end that had not been there a mere week ago.

She saw a conservatory full of plants, but based on that letter avoided it for now, and decided that she needed to check in with her best friend. "Or is it best Fiend?" She asked aloud with a smirk on her pierced lips.  She reached the room that had been intended for Hermione. After knocking, she heard Hermione's voice say, "Come on in Syyny he he he he he".

Upon opening the door, a fog of madness inducing intoxicating smoke rolled out, and Syyn could see the aptly named Delirium. The madwoman cyberpunk wytch that used to be Hermione Granger.

This time, the facial features were clearly Hermione's but where Demonia had gone for only a few extreme mods on Ginny's body,  Toxicity had clearly gone all out. Between giant tit implants, green hair shaved on the sides with green tech dreadlocks, a face covered in spike piercings, the tattoos of her new name replacing her eyebrows, knuckle tattoos, a giant anarchy symbol that was tattooed on the right side of head. Syyn actually appreciated the freedom that Demonia had left her, though the nipple and cunt rings looked as impressive as her own if only a fdifferent color and material.

"Nice Anarchy symbol", said Syyn remarking on the tattoo engraved onto the side of Delirium's scalp.

Delirium/Hermione responded, "I know, right? I literally just came as I thought about what old me would have said about an Anarchy symbol being tattooed on the shaved side of my head. HA! imagine what the 'poor widdle prudish baby' version of me would have though of just shaving the side of her head." she said in a fake baby-speak voice before standing up, the giant stiletto boots adorning her legs forcing her literally to new heights. Delirium then held up a double dildo, and asked, "Want to pick up where we left off?"

Syyn responded: "Tempting, but I want to do a quick test run on some bitches before I start going for my goals." Syyn squinted at her best female friend. Also... wasn't that baby version of you just a week younger?"

Delirium giggled as she looked at the youngest weasley child. "It's not the age that matters, it's the knowledge that's i'm free to be fucktastic." She then placed her finger on her lower lip as she pondered Syyn's idea. "Do you want to just grab some Randos off the street, or hit up some classmates? It's a bit early for a class reunion, but I think we'll enjoy getting together anyway. It would be like a new study group... only we'll be studying orgies!"

Syyn grinned. "Lets..."

Chapter 14: Delirium decides how to have fun with chaos

"Let's do both!" Dee shouted as looked at her best friend with the intelligent madness in her eyes gleaming. "I know who you want Miss Syyny McGrudgey."

Syyn opened her mouth to deny being so transparent in her plans and grudges "I..." but she paused as the words failed her. She really did have a very specific target. That overrated uptight slag that got in her way, cunt-blocking her for nearly two years. Fuck. TWO YEARS. It really was obvious to someone who knew her. "Okay, so you know what I'm up to. What are you going to do?"

"I've got some ideas I need to test, so I'll probably find some nuns and corrupt them into the scarlet women your mom always warned us about."

Syyn laughed. "Alright I'll see you in a bit", and disappeared in a burst of apparation.

"Now where do I start?" asked the smartest witch of her age. "And why am I asking you?" she asked, staring at you, the reader.

Delirium shruged and walked around Grimmauld Place exploring some of the apartment decorated by her benefactors Toxicicity and Demonia, while Syyn had gone out to wreak her vengeance. The kind of Vengeance that Ginny Weasley was too much of a prude to take care of prior to being liberated from morals by Demonia's lessons.

So, 'Mione explored the rooms: Potions Room, hazardous conservatory, brainwashing room, Syyn's lair (bedroom), bunch of empty rooms yet to be filled, potion's lab, Kitchen, study, BDSM Chamber, Formal Dining Room, informal dining room, Cheese Storage Room? "Fuck this place is so weird... I love it." Library...

Hmmm. the Black Library... didn't I read something about this in Toxicity's books?"

Had she been exploring the Black Family Library a week ago, she would have been far more interested, but this storehouse of common light, neutral, and dark spells focused on murder, manipulation, and more-murder... rather than books on fucking chaos, or chaotic fucking simply highlighted the fact that the most pressing need was to look at the tomes and items Toxicity used to outfit her own bedroom. So, Delirium returned to her own Bedroom-cum-library (literally) and explored her room.

The walls of her own new lair were covered with bookshelves and mirrors. The ceiling was entirely a mirror, though it was magically charmed to emit a soft glow, keeping the entire room illuminated.

Delirium admired her new self in the mirrors. She hadn’t known that black latex and green hair really suited her. Had Toxicity not stepped in, she would have likely remained enshrouded by generic wool blends for the rest of her life and avoided the color green out of a dislike of Slytherin students despite it being her favorite color.

The last time she had worn this much green was in her second year, when she accidentally turned herself into a catgirl in a stolen school girl outfit. Pity that she wasted her opportunity to experiment with that body, Madam Pomfrey had her transformed back so fast she barely had the opportunity to notice that she had six nipples. Of course at the time, they would have been merely mosquito bites.

But still... catgirl in a schoolgirl outfit... yum. Oh and Theft. Dee had to clench her thighs. "So hot." knowing that she was such a bad girl even back when she was trying to be good.

"Speaking of my old school clothes..." Delirium paused as she tweaked her pierced nipples, "I suppose I should dress for success myself." And she turned to figure out how to access her closet.

Syyn's tardis-like wardrobe was obvious in its use. But clearly Toxicity wanted to have some fun with her.  "If I were a mad-wytch where would I hide a closet in a room full of bookshelves?  She did want to see what options Toxicity had gifted her as her old preppy/Head Girl style clothes were probably not her style anymore... though they might be useful for some roleplaying or a disguise.  Of course they would require some minor alteration as none of her old clothes could even attempt to handle the outrageous G-cup Tits (capital T) that Toxi had installed when she possessed Hermione's body.

At the moment, the only things Delirium had on other than her piercings and tattoos, were a pair of shiny black thigh-high latex boots with 5-inch stilettos, a pair of black latex sleeves which ran from her shoulders to her wrists, and a spiked collar. She was walking around fully exposed and probably needed to put something else on if she was going to leave the house.

Delirium browsed her bookshelves as she pondered exactly how to open the room's closet.  As she walked up to a bookcase she felt drawn to the 300's specifically 306.77 in the Dewey Decimal System. "Fetish: Fashion, sex, and power," Oxford Press.   "Ah. Almost too easy."  she ran her neon green fingernails up the spine of the book, before she pulled on the book and stepped back.

The wall of books magically split open as though it were the entrance to Diagon Alley, displaying an adult boutique's worth of selection of fetish wear and toys that seemed more Delirium's style than the catsuits and corsets in Syyn's wardrobe.

But no school girl outfits? None of her old uniforms? Not even a fetish school girl outfit? "Tisk Tisk Professor Toxi."Delirium paced back and forth in the magically expanded closet before deciding that rather than dress like a muggle, she was going to wear whatever she wanted and simply cast a glamour on herself.

As she looked through the latex, pvc leather and other slut-wear that Toxicity had gifted her, she found a shiny black pvc cup less basque with a green inverted cross on the front, that hid the zipper within a flap along the long center green line of the inverted cross.  At the bottom were straps that buckled around her thighs to keep it from riding up.

Hermione strapped the blasphemous fetish wear around her waist. "Oh, that's an idea, this is like a sign from god... I mean if that god is Slaanesh."

The studious wytch then paused before she noted out loud: "Technically, an inverted cross is known as a cross of St. Peter and isn't really a satanic symbol per se, but most people see a symbol turned upside down, and they assume that it stands for the opposite, so it can be titillating in it's intended offensiveness."

Delirium paused to look around at the empty room. “Exposition is far more fun when there is an audience to listen to me...oh well, I'm sure the voices in my head learned something new." The then slipped on a green pvc skirt that was more of a shiny green ruffle that slightly obscured her heavily pierced cunt.

If she wanted to avoid panic and flight in her targets, she would still need magic to disguise her. (Though the additional clothes would serve as fine anchor points for a glamour.)

Delirium was about to cast a glamour when she realized that she had no idea what had happened to her wand. When she thought about her wand, Delirium’s runic focus tattoo on her right hand began to tingle, and she could feel a warm feeling along her right arm. So, she channeled some tantric magic into the rune, and her wand shot out of her right latex sleeve and into her hand.

The wand was easily recognizable as Hermione's old wand, ten and three-quarter inches long, Vinewood, with the powerful thrumming of a dragon heartstring core. What was new was the fact that it was now lacquered with a layer of shiny black latex.

Delirium could feel the corrupted wand connect both to her magical core AND her tantric magic reservoir. As her wand re-connected with her, it emitted a shower of green and purple sparks while it vibrated like... well like a vibrator in her hand.

"Oh, that's new", the latex coating the wand felt alive in her hand. "Alive? Aware? I wonder?"

Just out of curiosity, Delirium channeled her tantric energy body shaping magic into the wand. While the length remained exactly 10 and 3/4 inches long regardless of how much energy she poured in, the latex expanded it's girth until she was holding a 10and 3/4 inch long dildo with a 2 inch girth diameter. "Nice." she remarked before she channeled some more energy into it, until it grew to max out around a 4-inch diameter girth that required both hands to hold.

"Well, if I run into anyone who regularly fucks 2-liter bottles, I'll know I'm prepared". The madwoman cackled.

Delirium shrunk it back down and paused at slightly under 1.5 inches diameter, and realized that at this point the vines of the Vinewood started to become less "vine-y" and more "vein-y" like a ribbed dildo. "Mmmm. I'm going to have to test this out, you know, for science."

She kissed the tip of her wand/dildo, and could feel its joy. "Oh, I am clearly going to have a much closer relationship with my magic." Delirium cackled as she decided to test her wand in this form.
Delirium sat back on her bed and began to play with her labia rings, enjoying the tinkling as the green composite piercings rang like dulled chimes. As she worked her hand up and down the outside of her cunt.

Delirium decided to use a tantric spell, and cast the lube spell from her hand at her wand, only for her wand to absorb the spell, and nothing else happened. Delirium paused while she stared at her wand, before her wand felt like it was magically bloated? "So, you can absorb tantric magic on your own, but can you release it?”

Delirium felt deep into her magic and her connection with her wand, and there she felt something new. Like a string of magic connecting her Tantric energy well to her wand through her normal magical core. Delirium plucked the magic string, and felt echo of something like an orgasm, as her wand suddenly jizzed clear apple-cinnamon flavored lube all over her tits.

"Was it good for you?" The wytch asked as she stared at her expanded wand, before she wiped the lube onto her hand and smeared it onto her wand.

Once it was fully coated, the former Miss Granger started pistoning her wand in and out of her cunt. For some reason it was locked to that length of 10 and 3/4 inches.

"Umph, I suppose that nnnh, it was part of, snngh, the wand's identity." She speculated out loud as she pistoned her tool and companion for the last seven years in and out of her corrupted whore cunnie.

Delirium kept thrusting her wand deep with her right hand while her left hand began fondle her pierced nipples. She got some of the left over lube on her fingers and had an idea as she thrust a finger into her ass.

"Oh god i love this. Fuuuck. All those years I could have been doing this, and I was too much of a prude."

Delirium continued to fuck herself until she felt like she was going to cum and then "IIIeeeeeeeeeeeee" Delirium finally came with a screech. As she did, she felt her wand pulse and then paint the inside of her cunt with lube as if it was cumming.

"Fucking hell. My Porridge is Apple-Cinnamon flavor now." She cackled with glee at cumming so hard, only to hear clapping from the doorway behind her.

Delirium spun around only to see Syyn. "EH? I thought you were going to kidnap Cho and fuck with her?"

Syyn, responded "That was like 2 hours ago, Dee. I just finished strapping her into my brainwashing chair after bringing her back trussed up like a Christmas goose. How long have you been fucking your wand there and cackling like a crazy bitch?"

Delirium looked at the newly Wicked Wytch of Weasley... (Hmmm, that could bring a whole new meaning to www) and responded with a simple "Oh." Before she continued with a manic grin. "Time does fly when having fun I suppose."

She finally stood up and used her dild-wand to cast the glamour over her sinister sexy outfit.

She now looked like a punk catholic school girl, with black shoes that looked like Doc Martin's had bred with Mary Janes, white stockings, red tartan skirt, white blouse stretched taught over her giant fake tits, but she kept her spiked collar and green hair. Her facial piercings and tattoos however appeared fuzzy like they were out of focus.

As Delirium examined her glamour, she continued, "Well, was she surprised to see you?"

Syyn smirked, "well, since I stunned her when she was napping at her family's potion supply office she was surprised from one perspective. Were she lucid, she probably would still think she's safely at work."

Delirium tapped her center labret spike with an index finger, telling her that she could feel her piercings despite the glamour. "If you took her from work doesn't that mean it's more likely that she's going to be deemed missing?"

"Nope. I checked out her calendar, and her day planner, and used the slaaneshi dream walking to check her memories. Her parents are in Hong Kong for some negotiations and aren't expected back for weeks, and she's got all the employees at the store thinking she's helping outa different group."

Delirium considered all that and said "that all seems convenient, but why not."

Syyn then continued, "At the moment, i've got her trussed up like a roast in my brainwashing room and I'm running a general mind breaking spell on her. I haven't decided whether to turn her into a gimp, pain-slut, or something else."

Delirium looked at her friend and grinned, "let me know how that goes, I'm going to experiment on some prudes. And maybe if I'm lucky, i can find some nuns or schoolgirls to corrupt."

Delirium then shrunk her wand down a little more to a 3/4 inch girth before she released it and it fell through the glamour into her latex sleeve like it had been dropped in a pool of water. Now that she had re-bonded with her corrupted wand, her magic senses were elevated by exponential levels.

But before the corrupted bookworm could apparate to her own destination, she saw a spike-studded leather collar with a pentagram on the buckle, hanging from a hook on the inside of her closet door, this gave her a great idea for an enchanted item.

"Oh, that's just too much fun to pass up." Said Delirium as Ginny watched her craft a complex enchantment freehand. Dee used both her tantric energy and her corrupted wand to quickly inscribe runes and imbue tantric energy into the item she decided to craft. As she also began to think about how to watch the entertainment that this toy would provide, she installed a surveillance spell and then she put a glamour over it that would make it look like a Christian rosary.

Soon, after about 5 minutes of frantic work, the mad muggle-born held the enchanted(cursed) collar aloft and shouted: "At last, my greatest creation is complete! And now for some Nuns!"

And she apparated away.

The corrupted Weasley dominatrix stood there for a second, alone... clad in her black latex catsuit. "Seriously?"  ...  "Even as a whorish mad-wytch, Dee gets too wrapped up in her pet projects." Syyn shrugged at her friend's antics before she went to experiment with  breaking in her new toy.

Chapter 15: So... where DO you find free range nuns?

Several hours later, Delirium was feeling a bit dejected as she leaned against a railing at King’s Cross Station. She had crafted a corruptive enchantment on a necklace in the hopes of corrupting some nuns... only there were no nuns to be found wandering the streets of London.

It was interesting how all of her research and planning could be rendered irrelevant by a single variable being ignored.... much like how she had ignored the concept that house elves needed to bond with wizards in symbiotic relationships, and her attempts to free house elves from Hogwarts were basically doomed from the start. "The problem here is that I’ve historically relied upon Harry to ad-lib when my plans fall through." The corrupted Wytch grumped as she looked over the bustling train station.

"Unfortunately, it never occurred to me to study how he ad-libs. It can't be as simple as just having an alternative fall into your lap. I mean, what is the modern prudish equivalent of a nun?"

At that moment, a young woman in a burqa walked by, totally covered but for her eyes. The woman in the religious garb held a cell phone to her ear and could be heard complaining: "But Mum, I don't want to marry some creepy old businessman. If dad were still alive, he wouldn't try to match me with an old letch."

Hermione cast an eavesdropping spell on the top of the burqa so that she could hear the full response from an older woman's voice. "I know Zaya, but he owns the majority of your father's company and without your father to protect the company, he can take everything and your sister has many years before she is old enough to join you at university in England."

Delirium stared at the overly covered woman. "Fuck. Is it truly this easy for Harry? Hmmm, well this at least seems more promising than hoping a nun wanders by."

Delirium followed the woman back to what appeared to be an upscale near-campus apartment. About 15 seconds after she left the spot, a pair of nuns walked by unseen by Delirium as the pious women were transferring trains.

Delirium's glamour held well on the average streets of London but to go further would require more, eventually activating a disillusionment-esque spell that would also contain her sounds and scents within an inch of her body using her tantric magic reserves. Delirium mused at how more powerful the tantric energy could be at times.

Once the young woman entered her college apartment, Delirium followed her in, and watched as she locked the door. The woman then took off her burqa, showing that she was dressed underneath like a normal college student wearing a salmon-colored shirt and blue jeans under the Islamic covering.

Delirium followed the girl into her bedroom, where the Zaya took off her blouse and pants, leaving her in a standard white bra and panties set that contrasted well with her light caramel skin color and beautiful c-cup breasts.

Zaya then walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower as Delirium examined the room and Zaya's belongings.

After a few minutes silently nosing around, she took out the pentagram choker she had enchanted. And cast what she intended to be a long-term transfiguration on it using the tantric magic, but funneling it through her wand with magic from her core.

The item now looked like an Islamic crescent and star pendant. The pentagram actually remained on the choker but now took the place of the star. The former Hermione giggled silently at her work.
The only other thing to do would be a compulsion to wear it. Delirium cast the remaining spell and placed the choker on Zaya's dresser.

Delirium paused... it was too bad that it would take days if not weeks for the enchantment to run its course. After a moment of thought, she cast a spell so that the choker would record events and then upload them to her like a pensive memory.

Her experiment set in motion, the former Miss Granger apparated our of the apartment with a muffled crack of displaced air.

After her shower Zaya went to get dressed and found the pendant on her dresser. She stared at it and zoned out, before putting it on. Zaya then stared into the mirror as the pendant dangled from the choker around her neck.

So many ideas. So many things she had not considered. now had much to do. Her college friends complained of a patriarchy, but they knew not. They lived in a culture where a woman was limited only by their imagination and strength of will. But she would show them. She would fight back against an actual patriarchy. And she knew exactly what to do. But the first step would be to call her mother and approve the wedding agreement.

Later that day...

Delirium had returned home to start work on a new enchanted item, but paused when her first daily download from Zaya's pendant uploaded to the tiny hour-glass sitting on her desk.

"Oh! Highlights so soon? " Hermione watched the memory videos speeding through Zaya's epiphany, her phone call, her shopping spree, and her plan making.

"Oh, I can't wait to see how this turns out. I may even have to send her an engagement gift," she said with a manic grin before cackling madly, then getting to work experimenting on combinations of wizarding magic and tantric magic to be applied to some gift ideas.

---- Meanwhile after Delirium had left on her search for a nun----

Syyn stood next to the classic torture chair donated to the apartment by Demonia, as its first subject was in the middle of a session. Her first session, in fact.

Once Syyn had kidnapped Cho, she had decided that she would break the man-stealing, traitorous, bitch. But then she paused. Was Cho a traitor? Her best friend Edgecomb had betrayed them, but Cho had shown up at the final battle.

So no. Cho Chang wasn't a traitor. But she was still a man-stealing, whiny, bitch, and she did need to pay for trying to take her Harry.

Syyn paused. "Hmmm, enslaving this slut will be a bit of a challenge to explain to Harry. I'll need to think about how to address that. But we should have a few more weeks before Harry and Ron return from their ICW Auror training in South America."

Syyn looked upon the Asian girl with the Scottish accent strapped nude to the chair with a plug-gag in her mouth. The girl's wild eyes were wide as she had awoken some time ago. “Mmmphnyyy!!”
"No my dear, I don't go by that name anymore. My friends and lovers now call me Syyn, but you will call me Mistress."

Cho moaned into the hard rubber thing sticking into her mouth as she looked aghast at the nightmarish slut clad from neck to toes in shiny black latex.

Syyn smirked. "Lets put that Ravenclaw intelligence to use. I'll take out the gag, and if you surrender yourself to your mistress, you will avoid a most terrible punishment."

The latex clad dominatrix unstrapped the gag, and pulled out what Cho had no idea was a butt plug from Cho's mouth. There was less of a popping sound than there had been when Syyn had extracted it from her ass after wearing it during Cho’s capture. It appeared that Cho had cleaned it totally while she was unconscious. (Though with the minty anal lube spell, it was probably cleaner than anything else Cho had put in her mouth recently.)

Cho immediately sobbed "Ginny, what are you doing? You need to let me out of here. Why are you dressed like that, what happened to you?"

Syyn, put a finger to Cho's lips. " Shhhh shhh shhh shhh. Not very smart for a Ravenclaw are you?"

Syyn's hand began to glow through the latex and suddenly Cho's tongue expanded out of her mouth, gaining 6 inches of length and an inch of girth, as well as cutting off everything but unintelligible sounds, as Cho had never tried to speak with a dildo shaped tongue hanging out of her mouth.

"That was your opportunity to swear yourself to me, and you missed it. Ah well, this will be time consuming, but so much more satisfying."

Cho stared in horror, her eyes crossed as she looked down at the extended appendage that had been and still was her tongue.

"Now. As for your punishment. I want to do something memorable. Oh, I know." Syyn ran her hands through Cho's long silky midnight hair.

Syyn disappeared from view behind the chair before coming back around on the other side. "And now it's time for a..." She paused dramatically as the brandished a silver pair of shears "punishment".

Cho tried to shake her head and moan no causing her tongue to wag and leave saliva all over her chin, but Syyn grabbed the back of Cho's hair in a ponytail and sheared the handfull off at the scalp.

Cho stared in mirror at the sheared hair that Syyn placed on the tiny table near the chair.

"Oh my, these shears are nice and sharp. So, have you learned your lesson? Are you ready to call me Mistress, or are you going to blather on and earn further punishment?" Syyn shrunk Cho's tongue down to normal size, and it slipped back into her mouth.

"Ginny, please stop. I just want to go home -mphh"

Syyn flipped out her wrist and her wand dropped into her hand. She had undergone a re-bonding with her wand much like Delirium had. Like Delirium’s vein-y vinewood, when Syyn had wanted her wand, it too had shot out of her latex sleeve coated in latex. Again, her yew wand, like Delirium’s had been able to change its width (girth) but had constantly remained 14 and 1/8 inches long. The wand was now 1.5 inches wide, and coated in the same black latex-like substance as Delirium’s. the wand looked more like a dildo with a handle, with a ribbed textured handle for a good grip, and a smooth lengthy section, that Syyn looked forward to testing out in her own cunt.

Syyn silenced the captive woman with a spell, and leaned down to her ear.

"Tisk, tisk tisk. You have already forgotten to address me as mistress." The newly artificially busty redhead chided. "I suppose that you don't subscribe to 'wit beyond measure being man's greatest treasure', if you can't follow a simple direction like that. You must want to be punished. Is that what it is? You want this?" She brandished the shears.

Cho tried to shake her head and her lips moved and she might have said “Please no” if Syyn had lifted the silencing spell.

Syyn licked the flat of the shiny shears, before continuing: "But I am not without mercy. I will give you one last chance, before I introduce you to a new hairstyle. Merely address me as your mistress, and beg to worship my cunt, and we can avoid further punishment. Now, this is your final chance before we do this the hard way. So choose your next words wisely."

Syyn immediately cancelled the silencio spell and stared at the Asian-Scottish girl.

"Hic. Gin-... Mistress. Please. I. I beg you, please let me go. I promise I won't say anything about you to anyone. Please just let me go back to work."

Syyn paused and stroked Cho's jaw. Her black fingernails making Syyn's skin seem that much paler against the contrast of the sharp glossy black fingernails and the latex sleeves that ended at her wrist as she molested Cho’s face. Then suddenly, Syyn shoved the butt plug back in Cho's mouth before locking the latex strap-gag back around Cho’s mouth and neck.

“Oh. So sad. You were close. So close. You know what? I was going to shave you bald as punishment, but I’ve changed my mind. Yes. You did address me as mistress, and you did beg… but here you are, not worshipping my cunt. You were so close to passing the test, that I have the perfect style for you.”

Syyn descended upon the girl, shearing the girl as if she were a sheep, collecting the luxuriously maintained hair as Cho was cleared off.

“Oh my pet, not to worry, I’ll have this turned into a wig, and if you’re a good girl, I might let you wear it.”

Then Syyn summoned a cloth with a skin polishing agent, to wipe away any stubble, and stop any hair regrowth while making the exposed scalp look shiny.

When the wicked Wytch was done with her scalp, Cho stared into a mirror in utter shock and disbelief. The girl she used to know as Ginny had nearly shaved her head bald, but for her glossy black bangs and her sideburns coming from each side of her scalp just in front of her ears. The remnants of her beautiful head of hair lay on the small table Ginny…Mistress Synn had summoned.

“Technically this is hairstyle is called the Chelsea. But we could call it the ‘Almost good enough’ or better yet, the ‘Cho Chang’ because that’s you. Almost good enough to win at quidditch, almost good enough to protect the defense association, almost good enough to steal Harry.

Syyn massaged and fondled her nude toy's breasts as the Asian girl stared in the mirror. "Not to worry love, I'll have you all trained up to speed in no time, and you’ll no longer be ‘almost good enough’, instead you’ll be perfect."

At that moment, an Owl landed on a perch in the room, and stuck out its foot. Syyn paused her ministrations to head for the owl to read the message. Syyn paused as she read the contents of the note. “Oh this would require immediate action”.  Syyn decided to send a message to Delirium using the Patronus. “Expecto patronum!” she summoned her guardian creature; however, it was no longer a horse, but a naga. A male naga… a nude VERY male naga with 6-pack abs, messy hair, and a lightning bolt scar atop it’s forehead, wielding a sword in one hand, and finally a long basilisk-style tail where the legs normally would have been. Despite the entirety of its body consisting of blue magic, the eyes were still green.

Cho turned to look from the mirror at the creature and despite her situation, her heart felt a flutter at the incredibly sexy familiar looking creature.

Syyn paused with her own sense of shock. “Well… I honestly don’t know if this is more or less embarrassing than the butter dish, but it’s definitely sexy.” She gave her new Patronus’ form a look over, before she beckoned it closer. She placed her latex-clad hand on the apparition’s abs, and could feel a slightest bit of resistance but was definitely incorporeal against physical pressure.  “Take this message to Delirium.” Then she whispered into Patronus-Naga-Harry’s ear. The guardian spirit turned to leave before turning back and smacking Syyn’s ass with it's free hand, much to her shock and delight before it flew through the walls towards Delirium.

The message to be carried to Delirium? “Harry just sent a letter, Ron’s coming back early and will be here tomorrow.”

Chapter 16: Is back story important when you can change people's memories?

Ron was tired, angry, jealous, and frustrated, but the single greatest emotion he felt at the moment was defeat.

He and Harry had completed the standard Auror's course with no problem. Being one of the golden trio who defeated the death eaters gave him a free O graded newt in DADA. They both knew the spells. They both new the potions through 6th year, and they both could pick out a death eater from a crowd. Ron had felt pretty good about all this, so when he and Harry were notified that the ICW wanted them both to train and participate in their new Magical Hazard Emergency Response Organization, or M-HERO. Of course they both said yes.

The team would answer only to the ICW, and would be permitted to use nearly any means to eliminate threats to the world and it's people.

Ron was completely excited to be asked to attend, but after the first month, it had become clear that Ron was out of his depth.

This team wasn't just about fighting and tactics, it was about investigation, muggle "furry-end-ticks", use of force, and all kinds of shite that Ron wanted nothing to do with.

Now throughout the multiverse, countless versions of Ron had gotten past his laziness and jealousy issues.

However, this universe's Ron had not.

Harry had taken to the complexity and challenge with relish, and Ron couldn't understand how harry was able to score so high on the testing. Why wasn't "do what it takes to capture the bad guy" enough? They never covered things like "individual rights" at Hogwarts.

Ron could get the bad guy. Point him at the bad guy, and he could figure out how to get him and stun him, or hit him on the head with something. But start introducing all these extra problems. Mother with child in stroller, foreign agent, diplomatic immunity, muggle technology, and Ron was stymied.

And after that debacle with the head of training's daughter, how was he supposed to know that the girl was that young? And she came on to him.!

Harry had yelled at Ron for cheating on Hermione again, the way he did that time he was with Lavender, but how could it be cheating when Hermione chose to go back to Hogwarts for another whole year rather than be with him?

His mother had told him the stories about how they got married, started having kids, and she took care of all that home stuff and his dad earned the money. Why did Hermione want to finish school? Ron's mom proved that once you had a man to earn the money, you didn't need extra education.

Ron was angry and tired of looking like a fool next to his two "best friends". After he had been booted from the program, he and harry had a huge blowout argument, where Ron said some nasty things, and Harry pointed out that every bad thing that Ron didn't like was of Ron's own making.

Apparently, Ron had pissed off the portkey clerk as well, as he had been sent the long way home by portkey, making multiple stops in terrible locations with hours long delays between group portkeys.

But finally he was back. He had debated just going back home to the rebuilt burrow, but had decided to go back to his apartment in Harry’s building to drop his luggage and maybe see if Hermione and Ginny had moved in. He had remembered something about them being out of town and going to the beach, but he hadn't really paid much attention.

Ron apparated into the entry way of Grimmald place, and the ground floor looked as he and Harry had left it. The ground floor was the "receiving floor" with things like the office, library, formal dining room, main kitchen, etc. Ron started up the front stairs. Harry had taken the master bedroom on the 2nd floor, and Ron had taken his room on the third floor. So Ron stumped his way up the stairs intent on taking a shower and letting off some steam but upon reaching the 2nd floor landing, "Ron!" He heard from down the hallway.

Ron recognized the voice, "Ginny? I thought you and Hermione were going to the beach? Did you finish moving in?"

Ginny's voice called from down the hall way, "Almost done. There are still some things I need to pick up. How are you doing? I heard you got removed from the Hero program."

Ron could have reacted any number of ways. But he was tired, depressed and needed a shower, so he lashed out. "Bloody hell, I see Harry didn't waste any time running me down. I suppose he already spilled the beans on me getting kicked out for shagging the instructor's daughter."

Delirium had been coming down the side hallway, a glamour over her to make her look like normal old Hermione Granger after a breasty growth spurt, but in that moment, the mad wytch was just a heartbroken girl who just had her illusions shattered. She stopped and just stood there out of sight while Ginny responded.

"What the fuck? You utter wanker!" Syyn had already applied a glamour to herself, to look like old Ginny, but with both a vertical and horizontal growth spurt, and a handy conjured baggy set of robes.

She stormed down the main hallway towards Ron, her eyes ablaze but she didn’t notice Delirium standing frozen in the side-hallway.

"First of all, all Harry said was that you "didn't make it through the training". He didn't mention that you couldn't stop being a man-whore long enough to focus on work. Secondly, why would you do that to Hermione?"

"Why would I do that to Hermione? She's the one that decided that going back to Hogwarts for an extra year was more important than being with me!"

Ron's sister looked at him like he was a speck of muck to be scraped off her boots. "What?! You dragon shit of a prat, do you even know her? What do you think? That she would settle for being miss stay-at-home-wifey while you are the manly-bread-winner? Oh my god you did. you actually believed she would go for that."

"What?" Ron asked defensively. "It was good enough for mum, why wouldn't it be good enough for Hermione? She can still be all bossy like a mum, but focused on the home."

This last bit finally shook Delirium out of her stupor. She composed herself, and announced herself before she walked around the corner. "Now why, Ron, would you presume I wanted to be a stay at home mother, when I was obviously learning as much about everything as possible?"

"Urk! Hermione, I didn't see."

"Yes, yes, I know what you didn't. I think we need to find out exactly what you did want from this relationship. Stupify!"

While Ron was on guard for Ginny's classic bat-bogey, he never expected Hermione to stun him.

-----An undetermined time later. -----

"Ennerviate."

Ron suddenly became aware that he was strapped to a chair, similar to the one that He had seen at Hermione's parents' office the one time he went by with her. Only he didn't remember there being straps to hold someone down.

It was odd. Part of him felt like he should struggle, but most of him seemed to be waiting for something.

"Well, lets test this and see if 3 drops was enough."

"Ron, what is the most embarrassing thing you ever experienced?"

"Having my ICW instructor walk in on me while his daughter was riding my cock, and i was sucking her nipples."

Syyn paused and looked at her friend, both of them still under their glamours. "Sorry."

Delirium shook her head. It's fine, lets just get through this. "Ron, do you love Hermione?"

"Yes"

Ron's sister turned to her friend. "I suppose this means I can't kill him?"

The former Hermione responded "Hush." And then asked: "Ron, why do you love Hermione? "

"She's wicked smart, smarter than any two people combined. And she's fierce. I still wank off to the memory of her punching out Malfoy, and I love how she makes people better, and has confidence, and she has nice tits, but the best ass. And chocolate eyes.

Delirium paused, not having expected so much, and actually blushed. Then Syyn spoke up, "If that's what you love about her, why do you keep messing things up with her?"

The Granger-clad girl frowned at Syyn's wording but awaited an answer.

"I always feel so jealous of her. I wish i was as smart as her. I wish i wanted the same things she does, because she deserves so much better, but I don't know how to stop being stupid."

Delirium stared at her theoretical boy-friend. Before coming to a decision.

"And if you could change, would you?"

"I wish I could be the man she deserves."

"Feel free to ask him anything else you want to know, but stun him once you're done, and dose him with this." Delirium left a vial of Draught of Living Death. "That will put him in stasis until I'm ready." The Granger Wytch stalked out of the room to gather her supplies while she overheard:

"Tell me everything that happened once I went missing my first year."

------- several days later --------

Syyn was laying on her bed while her pet ate her out.

Syyn was clad in nothing but a set of shiny black arm-length fingerless PVC gloves, a black PVC Garterbelt attached to a pair of Shiny black PVC thigh high stockings. the look was finished off by her black spiked collar, and her piercings and tattoos.

Between her legs was a vision in blue. Syyn reached down and grabbed her pet as she came all over the living toy's face.

Once she rode out the orgasm, she pulled her pet by the fringe of the bangs at the front of her otherwise bald head, pulling the face away from Syyn's pierced cunt. The girl's tongue was so long and thin that despite being able to see her from chin up, the girl was still able to continue licking Syyn's labia rings and gromets, playing with them using her newly pierced and forked tongue.

The little remaining hair the girl had left on her shiny bald head was shockingly bright blue to go with her eyes, the whites of which had been turned the same electric blue. As had her lips, her eyeshadow, and upon lower glance, her areola were dyed the same shade of blue. Though her nipples themselves remained a dusky brown, both were newly pierced by a pair of ruby red tipped barbells which were even more eye catching as a result of the color clash.

Syyn had not started her pet on any tattoos just yet, and her pet would need to prove her worship to earn her labia piercings.

"Misssstressss," the blue-accented Asian slut hissed.

"Mmmmm. Keep up this hissing, and I'll have your body tattooed with snake-scale patterns all over."

"Promissssss?" The freshly warped Asian-Scottish girl hissed.

Syyn laughed. "Well, it must be almost time. Delirium was going to tell us what she was going to do with Ron."

"You go ahead Missssstressss, I wisssh to train further." Said Cho.

"In that case assume the position."

Cho stood with her arms and legs spread as if she was about to start jumping jacks, when at the beckon of Syyn's hand, chains and straps came down from the ceiling and wrapped around her wrists, ankles, and waist, and a brainwashing helmet descended from the blackness of the room's ceiling towards her head. Just before Cho's senses were cut off from reality, she heard her mistress say "Wicked Dreams my pet."

Syyn approached The Laboratory, a far more stable work space than Delirium's bedroom.

As she walked in, delirium had abandoned her glamour, though whether she took it off or it merely wore off as she worked, was the question. But it was interesting to see the latex clad madwoman bustling around in a muggle lab coat and glasses?

"Since when do you wear glasses?"

Delirium paused to notice Syyn, "Oh, these are safety glasses. Remember, safety first!" She said channeling her classic Hermione-esque enthusiasm for science and learning.

"So, what have you decided?"

"Well, I've decided to be Ron's fairy goth other and grant his wish."

"Don't you mean fairy goth mother?"

"Nope, he didn't mention being into infant play. So 'Other' it is."

Syyn paused... that did make sense in a mad-mad sort of way.

"So what's all this for then?"

"Well, the easy part is the first part, but for the second part I had to invent a new ritual to account for the changes. I adapted the fidelius charm, with several other aspects, including the protean charm, ritual magic, tantric energy infusion, chaotic locus summoning, and multiversal warp focusing construct to develop this, my greatest creation! (so far)"

"Why did you hold up your hands and whisper that last part?"

"That was the parenthesis of course. I chose that over the sound of thunder in the background as that would have been a distraction, and the electrical discharge could have destabilized some of this."

Syyn looked at her mad-scientist-wytch friend and said "Sure. Ok."

"So, first, the potion."

Syyn looked at her naked brother lying on a cart. "Not going to wake him up? No last words for the condemned?" Syyn asked with a smirk.

Delirium looked at her. "No. Ronald Weasley already said his last words. Now it's time to fix him." And she pushed the cart into the conservatory Syyn had carefully avoided for the past week since their return. Standing before them was a giant Venus flytrap that had several IVs going into its stem.

Delirium unceremoniously tipped the cart over and dumped Ron onto the leafy petals which clamped upwards around him, and began pumping in what would previously have been digestive fluids, but was now Delirium's mixture.

"And with that done, let’s go back to do the ritual."

"Shouldn't Ron be there for the ritual?"

"He he he of course not silly," Delirium responded before tottering off in her shiny black latex boots, the lab coat acting more like a white cape to a fetish-school-lab-partner at this point.

When they reached Delirium's lab, Delirium poured a white substance into a burning fire. The smoke from the liquid burning off smelled like a combination of brownies and a lightning strike.

"All right get up on the table" the mad wytch ordered, so Syyn got up on the table.

Delirium then pulled out a fleshy double dong which she lubed up with a flash of tantric magic from her hand.

"Now spread that cunt wide!"

Syyn pulled her labia apart by her labia rings, the tautness feeling delightful. "So is this ritual powered by tantric magic or sexual release?"

Delirium slid the dong into Syyn, until it was about 6 inches deep, but hadn't hit bottom, before she too climbed up on the padded table.

Delirium laughed at the question. "Nope. The ritual already started. I just wanted to fuck you while we wait"

Syyn shrugged and said "fair enough" as she waited for Delirium to slide the other end inside herself, but before Delirium expected it, Syyn used her muscles to clench down on the dong and thrust towards her best friend. Driving the other end unexpectedly deep and hitting the green haired punk genius in all the right places.

"Oh you wonderful wytch" Dee responded, and the two girls then made it a competition to see who could out-clench the other to fuck their partner deeper.

Not to anyone's surprise, the more athletic Ginny / Syyn had the advantage over her more academic friend as her preferred sport involved using her core to clench a broomstick between her thighs while keeping her hands free to play an airborne version of basketball.

(Katie had been the one to teach her what Kegel exercises were... too bad they had been too innocent to go into practical instruction back then.)

The girls kept fucking each other beyond the point where they normally would have taken a break, each girl alternating clamping down to draw it out until they rammed together. Their moans and groaning continued until Syyn thought Delirium was going to make her lose all sense of reality, but then there was a sound like breaking glass, and they both came as if shocked by an orgasmic electric chair.

After a mind blowing cum Syyn asked without being able to move anything but her mouth, "was that supposed to happen?"

Delirium responded, equally immobile gave a tired "yes."

A few seconds later she continued "I might have omitted that the fucking was part of a separate ritual designed to let us keep both sets of memories"

Syyn tried to raise her head but gave up after a few seconds. " what do you mean "both" sets of memories?"

Silence.

"Mione?"

"Zzzzz" The only response was a cute little snore as the mad wytch was out cold.

Syyn tried to raise even a finger but was too worn out.

"Fuck" she said before giving in and deciding that answers could wait until... ".Zzzzzzzzz"

Chapter 17: The Pod opens, and some crazy shit happens

------     Two days after the ritual     -------

Delirium had been alternating between checking on Ron's plant/pod and checking on her experiment with Zaya. While Syyn had been enjoying herself training and playing with her pet-slut Cho.

All of which were going swimmingly.

Delirium had sent Zaya a few care packages from her "fairy goth-mother" to help speed things along since the time before the girl's wedding was approaching super quickly. And since they were based in tantric magic, she had no fear of the ICW or the ministry detecting her magic. or considering it "muggle baiting"

As to Ron, it was almost time for the plant to open.

Both Delerium and Syyn stood back (out of the plant's reach) and watched as the leafy pod containing Ron was lowered to the ground.

Syyn watched for a minute, but nothing happened.

"Mione, do we need to do -"

"Tut-tut-tut," Delirium whispered to shush her, putting her finger on Syyn's lips.

A crack started to form at the top of the leafy pod, beginning to show all the way down. To Syyn's suprise, there wasn't any goo or liquid coming out of it, considering how much goo the thing had filled with two days ago.

Apparently, it was now like a snow-pea pod, with a leathery green shell that had tiny tiny hairs all over the inside.

Eventually, the crack had spread from top to bottom, and the leaves began to part, displaying the nude sleeping occupant.

A woman, though laying down, she looked to be nearly 6 feet tall. She had large firm breasts in the E-Cup range and long red hair, with sinuous corded muscle upon her arms and calves as though she was a body builder. her bald cunt was fully on display, as was her flaccid dick jutting from a bit above her clitoris.

Syyn paused, taking in her brother's new form. "Mione?"

"Yes?"

"You said I would have two sets of memories that would reconcile the changes, and I do have new memories. One set where Ron was prat and a jealous jerk of a brother, and one where she got permently transformed into a younger version of Bellatrix Lestrange by that bitch when you were captured during the horcrux hunt." Syyn Paused "you know... black hair, crazy eyes, big tits... So I find myself confused when in neither version of memories is she a red headed, green skinned amazonian futa."

Delirium grinned "Hmmm."

"Why the fuck is she green?"

"No clue. If I were to guess, it probably has something to do with the mechanism of her transformation."

"Is it permenent?"

Delirium walked closer to the slumbering shemale, reached down and pulled up an eyelid.

The mad wytch turned back to Syyn, "Don't know... but her eyes are green now too."

Syyn got closer to look herself, expecting something crazy and saw normal eyes, albeit green rather than Ron's original color. "Oh thank the goddess. I was worried that they would be some kind of crazy glowing green, or green but with multi-facets like bug eyes."

Delirium giggled "We can do that later. Now i just want to wake this one up and try out that dick."

"Mione, you've got another problem first. My memories say Ron, Ronnie? Rhonda?..." She trailed off considering the different names from different memories, before getting back on track.

"Whatever, my memories are that her girlfriend is Hermione Granger, and she hasn't met Delirium yet."

Delirium paused to ponder that. "Hmmm. Well, the ritual was keyed to reconciling the changes that happened to Ron...nie...Ron... Ron-a, whatever I look at her and I think Ron, so Ron it is."

"Mione!"

"Yes, yes, I know. Well, she's green, and i'm a mad cybergoth tantric wytch. I'll just tell him that a spell I was testing to restore him went awry and then i'll fuck him until he doesn't care that he's a futa rather than a boy. On the up side he has his cock back and he has red hair, and doesn't look like little-miss-Bellatrix"

Syyn considered that. "You're right. He'll be so glad to have her cock back, he probably wouldn't have cared if you made her purple."

"Oh yes." Delirium responded "and more importantly, this time, Ron has been a good boy. In this set of memories, she chose to leave the training because the instructors were freaking out over how much she looked like someone who had slaughtered Aurors by the dozen, and she didn't want to be a distraction."

Delirium paused, "it's interesting just how much he improved between the two sets of memories, and how this experience had deepened the emotional connection between us despite not proceeding past second base due to his lack of a cock. This could require further study."

Syyn gave her a side-eye stare. "You just want to have her wake up to you riding her cock."

Delerium grinned, "of course!" before doing an ahegao face with tongue out and double peace signs. Then cackling like the madwoman she had become.

Syyn sighed as the cackling trailed off. "Well, I suppose now i'm only your second best female friend."

"Awww, my Syynny-Sin-sin!" Delirium said before she enveloped the latex-catsuit-clad tantric wytch in a classic Hermione-style hug. "No worries there. Ron's still mentally a boy and wouldn't be interested in doing best-girlfriend things under any circumstance in any kind of body."

Syyn paused enjoying the hug, until Delirium began rubbing her giant fucking tits up and down, wedging Syyn's arm into the cleavage as though she was giving Syyn's biceps a tittyfuck.

Delerium paused to give the youngest Weasley a leer. "Though i do look forward to testing out whether fucking him in the cunt with my strap-on might be a single point in favor of her having feminine qualities. But outside of sex, even when she was a mini bellatrix, she was such a boy."

Syyn extracted her arm and returned the hug in apparently normal fashion... before reaching down to grab two handfuls of her best friend's ass, and pulled her close to give her a tongue-filled kiss, enjoying the opportunity to play with Delirium's lip and tongue piercings.

"Well, the only question remaining is whether you wake him up as Hermione Granger, or you wake him up as Delirium."

Syyn took in Delirium's neon green latex fingerless sleeves and matching nail polish. As well as the vibrant green pigtail handlebars extending from her friend's head like cybergoth antennae. "On the upside, you do have a theme to work with." The youngest weasley quipped as Delirium got a thoughtful look on her face.

"You know... I might want to do some re-decorating before he wakes up. I should get the tools." The Mad Wytch said in a non-sequitur.

Syyn looked at her with an expression of WTF as Delirum left the room, leaving Ron out cold on the pod plant leaf as she mumbled something about needing a ladder.

-------  A Few Hours Later -------

"Ugh, what happened?" Ron asked, his entire body felt sore and energized at the same time. Mostly he felt super relaxed but he also felt as if he had run through a swarm of hornets. He tried to open his eyes, but they were crusted over. His voice sounded different, better? Less Bellatrix-ish?

"Oh Ron. You've awoken!" He heard the voice of his girlfriend Hermione speak as he was coming around. God he was so lucky, he had loved her for years, but this experience had underscored that she loved him for who he was regardless. After all, after Bellatrix captured him and she tried to turn him into her copy, or daughter, or something, he hadn't exactly been physically able to do what a man does for his girlfriend and fiancee.

But Hermione stood by with him, even when she returned to Hogwarts, promising to find a cure and he went with Harry through Auror training, Hermione had chosen him... even though he was a her.

But wait, how was Hermione here at the training? No wait.  He had left the training and gone back to Grimmald, and then... and then... a blank?

Hermione's voice spoke again. "Well, it looks like the ritual mostly worked, you definitely don't look like Bellatrix.

"Hungh?"

What ritual? Was there a ritual? Why didn't he remember? "Ritual?"

"Yes Ron, the ritual we prepared once you returned home. Surely you remember it, we spent days drawing runes all over Grimmald Place to focus the energies."

Ron replied "Argle flargle." As he tried to rub his eyes. Fingers on his eye lids felt weird. They felt slender like Bellatrix's fingers but slightly longer, and far stronger.

"Ron, don't rub your eyes. You'll get crust everywhere, just lie still and let me get that.... now let this sit for a minute."

Ron could feel a damp cloth drop onto his closed eyes. And he relaxed his arms and hands away from his face, but tensed up when his hands hit his breasts. Large breasts, that were clearly his own. Much larger than he had previously and much more sensative.

"Ugh. Hunh?"

He poked the side of his decently large tit and wasn't sure what to make of that on the one hand, he still had tits. On the other, that felt pretty nice.

"Mmmm"

"Ronald Weasley, if you don’t stop fondling your tits, I won't explain what happened."

Ron stopped and mumbled "Srry Mione, felt vemble goog"

"No doubt, but there's time for that later. For now I need to let you know the good news and the bad news. The good news is that you don't look like Bellatrix anymore, and you have your manhood back and red hair again."

Ron started to reach down to check his dick.

Whap! Delirium smacked his hand with her unreasonably thick rubbery wand.

"No! Bad Ron! Wait until I'm done. "

"Srry "Mione." He said "but thaas good. Been a boy again, I mean."

"And then there's the bad news." As Delirium began to lie like the madwoman she had become.

"Apparently, Bellatrix hid a curse in what she did, because when we began to unravel it, it stopped the ritual, and attempted to reverse it. Now, we had prepared for this somewhat, but not the extent that occurred, so... First, you are now a futanari. You have both a cock and a cunt."

This started to shock Ron out of his groggy stupor. As he reached down again to check his dick.

Whap!

"Bloody Hell Mione!"

"I'm not done Ron, your self exploration can wait a minute."

"Merlin Mione, you can't just drop a fact like that on a bloke... er... a futerknee... er... someone and not expect them to check."

Delirium responded, "well the sooner you let me finish, the sooner you can feel yourself up, okay?"

Ron didn't notice the leer in Hermione's voice, as he was otherwise distracted and he responded. "Sure Mione, but can you give it to me quick?"

"Fine, you want it hard and fast, well the magical backwash had a localized effect that hit you, myself and Ginny." Delirium bullshitted the new futa.

"Oh no, you're a footer-neary too?"

"No Ron, I'm all woman, but all three of us picked up some decorative body art."

Ron didn’t hear Delirium mumble (“Though I only had time for a few tats.”)

Ron had no idea what that even meant about body art. "What does that even mean?"

"Sigh, you really should have invested more time in studying muggles. It means that we all received tattoos and piercings." Delirium lied to cover up the fact that she had spent a few hours on the previously comatose Ron with a magic tattoo gun and some piercing tools.

"Tattoos? What like the dark mark? Do we look like death eaters?"

Hermione paused to look over her work. Pierced eyebrows, Pierced nipples, pierced navel, pierced dick, pierced cunt.

To her dismay, she only had enough time to do 4 main tattoos, First, a black ink Trans Anarchy Symbol on her forehead ( A Black Circle with two types of Arrows coming out the top two corners and across coming out the bottom, with an anarchy-style A in the center of the circle.) Second, a copy of Delerium’s biohazard tattoo on Ron’s right tit around the nipple (only this time in black as Ron’s skin was still green), Third, the fingers on the left hand read COCK, and finally, the right hand read CUNT.

Hermione thought ‘I wish I had thought of tattooing her sooner.’ But verbally responded, "Fortunately no. There are no death eater markings, instead, there is some chaotic iconography, and some that appear completely decorative."

"Thank merlin, I hate those death-wankers.”

"Yes, well, the magical backwash also turned somethings green, including my hair and makeup."

"Green? Like Slytherin green?"

"No Ron, this is more of a neon green."

"..."

"You nave no idea what neon green is do you?"

"Er... Green that's not Slytherin green?"

Delirium stared at him torn between annoyance at his ignorance, and approval at the fact that he had accurately assimilated the facts that she had spoon-fed him.

"Well, good work following along." She responded, choosing to focus on the up side. "But yes, and the final thing is that while you returned to having red hair, your skin turned a very light shade of green."

This time Ron moved too fast for her, grabbing the cloth on his eyes and rubbing it back and forth to remove the crust and opening his eyes. At first all he could see was bright light but as his eyes adjusted, he saw he was lying on a bed in... in a library? A library bedroom? With Hermione sitting in a chair next to him.

For a second, Ron forgot about Hermione saying he was green, because Hermione was sitting next to him, but she looked like.... like nothing he had ever seen. Her bushy hair was now Green?

She had her hair a shockingly vibrant green like he hadn't seen before in some kind of weird hairstyle with pony tails? And she had words on her face above her eyes?! And tiny metal spikes below her lips, and rings? Rings in her nose and her eyebrows and lips, and then her ears had more of those spikes and rings.

“Mione? What happened?”

And oh Merlin, her knockers were huge! They were straining the pink hoodie she was wearing with jeans. Merlin they looked bigger than Madam Rosemerta's tits! They were bigger than anyone else's tits he had ever seen.

Ron reached out a hand for Hermione and was instantly reminded of his own issues, as his arm was green. A light shade of green. But when Hermione didn't take his hand, he looked up to her eyes to see that she was staring at something, he turned to look and first saw the round expanse of his own massive tits, far bigger than he had as a mini Bellatrix. And definitely more green tipped by some drastically dark arolea and nipples, with some kind of gold balls attached to them.

And then he saw what had grabbed Hermione's attention. He definitely had a cock again. A bigger cock than he had ever had before. It was about as thick as a potions flask, and longer than his wand. And it was green.

And it was fully erect. Seeing this version of Mione’ was the hottest thing he had ever seen, and she was in her normal jumper and jeans. He hadn’t touched it, but he had never been so hard before in his life.

So he still had tits… and he was green… But he did have a big fucking cock... Ron pondered this and immediately came to the conclusion that this was an improvement over the past two years. He reached down to grab it. He hadn’t had a dick to even touch in two years and - oh my -.

That felt electric. Wanking off never felt so good, and he could barely fit his hand around it.  He slid his hand up the length and felt numerous pairs of beads embedded on the bottom side of his length. From his position, he couldn’t see the ladder of 20 gold barbell piercings running up the underside of his dick. But he could feel them.

Suddenly, He felt Hermione grab his hand and pull it away. Ron was about to apologize for losing control. And then his mind blanked when Hermione's dainty hand with some kind of word on her fingers wrapped around his cock and began to stroke. Ron’s neck gave out and all he could do was lie back and look up. He tried to turn his head to look back at Mione’, but could only close his eyes as his brain was overwhelmed by pleasure of nerve endings that had never been stimulated before blew the former wizard’s mind.

"Ohhh Mione."

Delirium got up from the chair to move closer, and while Ron's mind was blown just by her hand wanking his new green dick, that did nothing to prepare him for the first hint of her breath that hit the crown of the cock.

Ron's reopened his eyes in shock, finding the energy to tilt his head only to see his corrupted girlfriend extend her tongue, apparently covered in a ton of piercings itself, and lick the head of his cock. He jolted a bit when she began to manipulate what he realized must be a gold ring embedded in the end of his cock. (Of course Ron had no idea what the terms "Ladder piercings" or "Prince Albert" meant... yet, Though Hermione/Delirium would certainly make an effort to leave an impression.)

Ron next watched as Hermione set her lips completely around the head of his pierced green cock and began to swallow it first into her mouth and then her throat. The feeling as each piercing along the bottom of his cock was swallowed and hit her snakebite lip-rings was amazing. And her tongue not only massaged the area between the ends of each piercing, but it almost felt like Hermione’s tongue was wrapping around his cock like a snake around a branch.

As she reached the base of the cock, he watched her tilt her head so that he could see her eyes staring into him, and read the word over her right eyebrow. “Delirium”.

If Ron could even think through the pleasure, he would have worked out that it was a word similar to "Delirious" which would have fairly described how he felt with the level if pleasure he was receiving.

Then the world shattered. With his dick completely down Hermione’s throat, she somehow used her tongue to flick the clit ring as she poked a finger from her left hand into his soaking wet pussy.

She might as well have shot a crucio into his cunt, as her cunt bore down on the intruding digit, and her dick throbbed as THE orgasm hit.

He tried to say something but was incoherent in the wash of pleasure
"I'm -EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

The shriek continued unabated as a torrent of cum rocketed up the inside of Ron's dick before exploding out the tip directly down Hermione/Delirium's throat.

The tantric energy siphon tattoo on Delirium’s chest began to glow as if it were neon pink rather than black ink. And Delirium realized that the glow as so strong it was actually burning the downward pointing pentagram pattern through the modest pink hoodie she was wearing, the symbol appearing just below her collar and above her cleavage.

She could feel the energies over-flowing involuntarily down her arms, and making her palms tingle, where the additional pentagrams used to manipulate the stored energy were tattooed on her palms. And she could see a pink glow coming from both of her hands. As the pressure in her chest built up she released an involuntary bolt of raw tantric energy into Ron's cunt through the finger.

Delirium could see small flashes but couldn’t see that arcs of pink energy were literally arcing between Ron’s newly installed labia rings from the finger she already had in there, and she pulled the still spurting cock out of her throat. And grabbed it by its base with her right hand once she had extracted a few inches.

That tattoo, on the hand wrapped around his dick now also pulsed and she now released an additional stream of raw tantric energy into his cock as well.

As Delirium pulled her mouth from Ron's dick, having swallowed a large amount of cum, another stream blew out and coated her face and the world quaked as the room turned pink.

Down the hallway, Syyn was alternating between having Cho lick her cunt, straddling Cho's head to smear her cunt froth over Cho's largely bald head, and Syyn grabbing Cho's blue-dyed fringe to occasionally spit down into Cho's open mouth, as the Scottish/Asian pet had grown to love debasing herself for her mistress.

Their play was interrupted when the entire building shook as if someone had dropped a bomb just outside, or an earthquake had occurred. And a pink light washed over them.

A few hundred miles away, Toxicity had been re-re-decorating her bedroom. (As Hermione-temptation-and-corruption was more of a seasonal theme.), when she felt ley-lines shake and a surge of tantric energy flooded back through the soul connection she had originally connected to Hermione/Delirium at the train station.

Demonia had happened to poke her head into Toxi's bedroom to ask about the shaking, "did you just feel a - What The Fuck!!!??" As Toxi was emitting pink energy as if she were made of neon from head to toe.

A pink flash shook the room and then...

Over a thousand miles away, Delirium's care package to Zaya sat in an empty bedroom at Zaya's mother's house in the middle east as the simple cardboard box containing a few gifts began to glow unseen by anyone.

To be continued.

Chapter 18: Dealing with a higher authority.

----The Void, Some time... somewhere... ---

There was an endless pink void. Ron cracked his eyes open. The last thing he remembered...

"Bloody hell, Mione... but what a way to go."

Ron wasn't sure if he was lying down. Or what. He couldn't feel anything under his back or his feet. Was he on his back looking up, or was he-...

Glomp!

A pair of pink hoodie sleeves with shiny green fingernails wrapped around him from behind, coming together just underneath his... her? breasts.  The hands sporting the newly distinctive neon green fingernails that Ron had remembered seeing wrapped around her… his? cock, and in Her? Pussy. Ron then felt a pair of large firm, but still clothed breasts squish deliciously against his naked back, as Hermione settled her chin into the crook of his neck. His corrupted girlfriend whispered into his ear. "I didn't think I’d make you cum so hard that it would shatter reality.”

Ron was still speechless at the events that had led her to this point, though the fact that her dick went completely erect from the contact with her love despite their ominous location was response enough.

It was then that a seductive woman's voice echoed through the endless pink mists.

"Welcome, my supplicants. Delirium, my chylde, and Ronald Weasley, beloved of my chylde Delirium. You have sought a boon, and I intend to grant it…  however, such a gift must be accepted knowingly by the parties involved."

Ron had no idea what was going on. "Hermione, what is this?" But before she could answer the voice spoke again.

"Your beloved sought to use my power to make you more compatible, and I in my role as a goddess of love, granted her the power to do what she could. But as we look upon you, it is incomplete. You are better than you were, but not the best you could be." The chaos goddess of lust and lies told the redheaded futa.

Ron was amazed. Hermione had contacted a goddess to help undo Bellatrix's curse so they could be together?

"Mione? You did that for me?"

Delirium responded. "I wanted you to be by my side, but I wanted to have you as you should be, and not as you were."

Delirium wasn't lying, but Ron simply lacked memories of reality before she warped it. Delirium didn’t want the lazy, annoying version orf Ron that had cheated on her.

Of course, she also didn’t want the Ron that would have been perfect for Hermione Granger: Head Girl. No. Delirium wanted a Ron that would be perfect for Delirium, the insane genius nymphomaniac anarchistic chaos witch.

The voice boomed out. "Yes, and in consummating your love, you sacrificed a great excess of energy to me. It allowed me to save two of my other chyldren who were in peril at an opportune moment. Thus I offer you the boon your beloved seeks, in thanks."

Delirium had been giddy from curiosity, but now that she was going to get her wish!!! it was all she could do to restrain herself.

“Ronald Weasley, through her efforts, your beloved has become a tantric chaos wytch imbued within my pantheon. As you are now, you are not her match.  How far would you go for her? What would you do to keep her love?

Ron earnestly answered "anywhere, anything."

Do you accept my gift, to become a chosen of Slaanesh, to be changed by my power and become the perfect partner for your beloved?"

"I Do," said Ron.

"So be it." And at that moment, the pink void shook, as eldritch warp energy poured down on to Ron.

All there was, was pleasure. All there was, was pain. and when it was over, all there was, was a word. A name. Envidious.

--- nothing ---

--- The void, some time, some where... ---

Syyn held her fuck-pet on a leash though Cho walked upright behind her.

They walked for a few steps...

They walked forever…

Then they heard a voice.

"Welcome, my supplicants. Syyn, my chylde, and Cho Chang, pet of my chylde Syyn."

Syyn gasped as the memories of Delirium and Ron appearing before their goddess and Ron accepting Slaanesh’s gift exploded into her mind. The throbbing mark of Slaanesh encircling Syyn's navel beat like it was a second heart above her womb.

"You my Chylde, aided Delirium in bringing about an act that stirred the warp currents. The eddies spread through all of the warp and I used such currents to save two of my chosen. For your involvement, I owe you a lesser boon as well."

Syyn was about to speak.

"My chylde, your mind is an open book to your goddess, and you need nothing beyond what you have with you to achieve your desire. But I believe that this gift may make things more interesting."

Syyn gasped as a combination of pleasure and pain struck her. It felt like the worst ice cream headache ever, yet it felt so good, her juices ran freely out the unzipped crotch of her latex catsuit, and down her leg, making it look even shinier than usual.

Cho was quite literally paralyzed by the fact that her Mistress was convulsing , but in an endless mist with a god-being doing what they want, what could she do.

"Cho Chang, pet of my Chylde. Will you join your mistress in worship of me? Will you worship your Mistress as your queen? Will you become a Chosen of Slaanesh? "

Cho responded "I worship my mistress, and if she worships you, then I shall worship you as well."

"A fine choice. Enjoy your blessing as one of my Chosen."

Cho felt a burning sensation wash over her body, as if she were dipped in a pool of liquid fire, as she too shook in an endless agony of an impossible orgasm, she felt like her left hand was on fire.

And then they were gone.

--- The void, some time, some where.... ---

Toxicicity turned to her erstwhile partner Demonia. "Demi? I don't think we're in Kansas anymore" the cybergoth chaos wytch said.

The gothic chaos wytch turned to her purple-clad friend "no shit. I haven't seen something like this in decades. Not since..." she trailed off.

Then the voice of Slaanesh boomed out from the endless warp mist. "Welcome my Chyldren. I am pleased that you survived."

Both of the chaos wytches dropped to their knees, bowing their heads as they worshipped their god. "Oh great Slaanesh, we embrace our lust, our desire and our pleasure that you may rule supreme. Thank you for saving us from the inquisitor so many years ago."

"My chyldren, through your corruption of others, and your creation of acolytes in my name on your new world, you not only honored me, but brought about the very act responsible for saving yourselves."

The knowledge of what happened with Syyn and Delirium poured into their heads.

It was their creation of local chaos wytches in this reality that brought about a chaos energy shockwave. The current which their goddess Slaanesh had directed to save them from the future of an alternate universe, where an Imperial Inquisitor had been seconds away from shooting them with her bolter.

Instead, a chaotic portal opened and all three of the people in the room fell through. Toxi and Demonia had arrived on this world with nothing but their Tantric energy manipulation skills. But with no pre-existing warp currents they could not reach deeply into the immaterium.

They had run into the wizard/witching world of individuals with magical cores, but despite their apparent stupidity, they had been nearly killed twice by the fools. But a frumpy mother and a pair of juvie-schola graduates were apparently a superior grade of target than their prior attempts.

But this was far beyond anything that the two cultists had ever hoped for. Both Toxicity and Demonia tried to understand the paradox of how they could have been saved by an energy that they had not yet created. And the fact that they were communing with their goddess directly.

"My chyldren, worry not. Time is but a construct of the materium. In the immaterium of the warp, time is but a storm on the ocean."

Toxicity and Demonia accepted their Goddess’s words without question.

"Now my chyldren, I have a task for you while you are still so far away from your home.  Will you accept my task?"

"Of course"

"Fuck yes"

"Very good. There are endless universes that know neither my name nor my greatness. I seek to have you travel to other worlds, other realities, and spread my name that I may someday claim these realms as my domain."

Demonia was first to respond, "My prince, nothing would please me more than to spread your worship to the ignorant masses."

Toxicity chimed in. "Though technologically primitive, these alternate earths are a paradise compared to the Imperium. Is there anything specific you want us to do?"

The voice of their god spoke out. "Our time together grows short but your project is long."

Information poured into their heads.

"You shall be my emissaries. And I grant you the same agelessness that the Anathema granted his sons. Go forth. Seek out the Nexus of every world, every reality that has them, and introduce them to my ways."

Flashes of people went through the cultists’ minds: A hero with a scar on his forehead fighting a basilisk with a sword; an asian teen with a pigtail in the midst of destroying a mountain using naught but his own life energy to save a young woman; a girl in a dark combat outfit with an insectoid mask and flowing brown hair fighting some kind of a fire-dragon-man who had just ordered the death of some teens; a masked blonde heroine in a white outfit that fired a plasma bolt before turning into liquid metal version of herself and dodging a laser from a sinister mech in downtown D.C. ; a team of Japanese school girls wearing tiaras fighting some guy who was chasing them across the grounds of an airport with animated airplanes? A team of demon slayers led by a short blonde who pulled out a rocket launcher to blow up a blue colored demon; A man dressed as a Bat assisted by a similarly dressed young man and a young woman, who were jointly fighting a green woman, a woman wielding an absurd mallet, and a woman in a latex catsuit wielding a whip; and others.

The countless worlds of the multiverse in this branch of reality was now at their fingertips.

"Thank you my goddess."

"It is our pleasure my goddess" the two women responded.

Demonia turned to Toxi who nodded. Toxi placed her left hand against Demonia’s right hand, their palm pentagrams together as if playing patty-cake. with their other empty hands both aiming forward.

After a flash of pink energy a portal to a new world opened. And the two agents of Slaanesh stepped into their next playground.

Chapter 19: How do you solve a problem like a Harry?

It had been a long few weeks for Harry. Between advanced auror and ICW training, and the antics of his friend, he literally couldn't take it.

Then a few days ago, he was hit by a headache and everyone at the class just started to pretend there were no disruptions. Harry had buckled down and thrown himself into the extremely intensive training, but tonight was the start of his first few days off. And as he took a shower, Harry finally had some peace and some time to think about what happened...but now that he was specifically thinking about it found his memories to be fragmented.

It was almost like a notice me not charm, or some form of confundus.

On the one hand, he remembered his asshole of a best friend being caught and expelled for having sex with an instructor's daughter. Harry would have been enraged at Ron's betrayal of Hermione.... but here was the problem. Harry could also remember how Ron left the program on her own due to her transformed body being a distraction. The embodiment of a Bellatrix lestrange in her prime? Yes, Ron would never betray Hermione after Hermione stood by her despite the curse. Ron had learned the hard way how rare and important true loyalty was when so many people abandoned Ron after Bellatrix cursed her.

But how could that be? Why did he have conflicting memories of Ron going back just over a year? Not a week... not a few days, it was like he could remember two rons for years going back.  One with him being an asshole, and male, and one where he had been cursed and his manhood taken... only to be a physical reminder of their most dangerous enemy.

And this wasn't just ron. but the relationships he was in. the effort he engaged in. The way he dealt with people. these were two really different sets of memories. What in Merlin's name was going on?

As Harry tried to consider this as the warmth of a hot shower rolled over him there was a pink flash of light and he felt a spike of pain from a magical interaction. Before he could even think about what the hell was going on, he heard a sound from the hotel room.

A quick mental command towards the wards Hermione taught him, and he now knew there were intruders on the other side of the door in his hotel bedroom.

He stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, his wand at the ready.

Surprisingly there were no cloaked attackers. Instead, laying on his bed was a beautiful naked woman, nearly bald, but with an electric blue fringe of hair, the same unnatural shade of blue as the “whites” of her eyes. Harry psused, and took in more detail, her lips and fingernails being the same shocking blue, she wore ruby-tipped nipple barbells through her brown nipples, and had snake-scale patterned tattoos extending down from the bottoms of her jaw and cheeks, down her neck to her feet, the full length of her body.

Harry was about to stun the woman, when she spoke.

"Mistress, it looks like Master is ready for a fight."

"Cho?!?" Harry asked in utter surprise, having recognized his old crush’s voice and accent and connected it to the Asian cant of her eyes despite the extreme body mods, before he realized that she was speaking to someone else.

Harry instantly cast a silent protego-maxima, creating a full coverage bubble of energy around himself, as he spun to face the presence he felt behind him.

Sitting in the Hotel Room's recliner-chair, was a woman that reminded him of his fiancée, Ginny. Though his fiancée had never been one to wear 5” stiletto-heeled boots, nor black latex catsuits, and she definitely never had piercings and lip-rings.

Nor a giant pair of bowling ball shaped tits.

When last he saw her Ginny had a pair of basic athletic B-Cups, not perfectly round, obviously… intentionally fake G-Cups.

The woman raised her empty hands as she stood up, clad in a black latex catsuit. "Hello Harry."

Harry paused at the lack of attack. And stared into the Chocolate brown eyes, that were the exact beautiful shade of brown that his fiancée had, though his fiancée’s brown eyes didn’t used to have a slit pupil like a reptile. "Gin? What is going on? Why are you dressed like that, and why is Cho here looking like that?"

“I couldn't wait any longer." And I decided that I want you and I want you now."

Harry paused, keeping his shield up, and keeping his wand at the ready. "What?... Who was the second person to ask you to the Yule Ball?"

Syyn actually blushed and was about to tell him off, but recognized that Harry was serious. “It was Ron. He was asking me on your behalf, but I had already agreed to go with Neville."

Harry lowered his wand, but the shield remained in existence.

"So what is this?"

"Well, it's a long story, but it involves me dealing with some issues, figuring who I am and what I want. Most importantly I decided that I want you. I want all of you. I want your love, your courage, your ambition, your strength, all of you. Every part."

Syyn stood up, and Harry realized that her breasts really had become perfectly unnaturally hige and firm as they retained an almost perfect spherical shape.

Syyn continued, "And when I say that I want all of you. I want your imagination, your fantasies, I want to share your needs and wants..." Syyn licked her lips, making a clicking sound, drawing Harry's attention to her lip and tongue piercings. She had a pair of snakebite  lip rings on both the top and bottom, and more than one tongue piercing.

"I want your love, and I want your lust as my mate." Syyn extended her latex clad arm and bare hand with glossy black fingernails. And after a second's pause staring into her eyes, and seeing only passion and love, he took her outreached hand.

Syyn continued as she pulled herself to him. "I want to share everything. Your dreams, my cravings, your desires, my perversions, your cock, my cunt, our pet sluts and whores. Syyn knelt down and slid Harry’s bath towel out of the way. Between the adrenalin and the two sexy women in his hotel room, his dick was already half erect.

Harry could feel as Ginny ran her fingernails down his dick, until she reached the base.

"I want you. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours, I want to taste your cum, I want you to breed me and watch as our slut-slaves lick the excess from my cunt, and I want to watch you fuck our harem as they gag on my piss." Syyn then wrapped her lips around his dick and slowly slid her mouth down the length, massaging it with her triple-pierced tongue, and enjoying how it felt to have complete power over Harry as she pushed deeper until his cock went into her throat.

Syyn intentionally began to make gagging sounds around his cock '"gluck gluck, gluck gluck." Syyn pulled back off the cock and looked up.

"I want to have a giant family, with all the kids you could ever want, and enough slut-slaves to take care of you, of me, of them, and to keep your cock and my cunt satisfied."

Syyn then shoved her Fiance's cock back down her throat "gluck gluck gluck."

For Harry this was surreal, and felt like a waking dream. How was Ginny dressed like a sexy muggle dominatrix? When did she even learn about body piercings?

Ginny pulled back and rubbed her cheek along his length, smearing her saliva and his precum along her cheek as she continued. “Cho will be our first. She was your first crush, and she will be first among our slut slaves, and the will be the first after me to bear your children.”

Ginny then slipped his cock back into her mouth and moaned “Mmmmmmmmm” as she pulled his ass toward her, with her mouth, tongue, and throat undulating with tight hot vibration.

Harry was losing himself into the amazing feelings, only for Cho to speak up from the bed. “Now Master, why don’t you cum down Mistress’ throat then we can move onto the fun.”

Harry’s eyes cut back toward this erotic version of Cho for a second before looking back down at Ginny. Her body was a whorish vision of his fiancée, But when he looked into her eyes, all he saw was a combination of love and utter lust.

Even more than the new tricks she had learned that apparently involved tongue piercings, lip rings, fetish wear, and giant fucking tits, it was her eyes full of love and lust that made him cum faster than anything else.

The first shot going directly down her throat, but she pulled back enough to capture the rest in her mouth. Once Harry stopped shooting, she released his dick with a gentle pop from her chipmunk cum-cheeks, before she allowed a little to dribble from her lips to the top of her latex clad cleavage, and then tilted her head up to display her bounty without it slipping from her mouth before swallowing all of it  and making an erotic moan as if it was one of her favorite flavors.

Cho paused her open masturbation on the bed at the spectacle. “Mistress is so greedy for the taste of Master’s cum.”

Syyn gave Cho a two fingered English salute.

“Oh Mistress, I’m going to need more than just two.”

Harry had blown his load, but with his absurd magical core backing up his body, he had already regenerated and was ready for another round immediately. “Gin, I understand that you want this, but why the new look?”

Syyn stood back up,  while taking his hand in hers and she walked them towards the bed, before she sat on the edge with Cho behind her and Harry stood before her.

“Well. It’s a long story that can wait until tomorrow morning, but lets just say that Me and Hermione decided that we wanted to take our relationships to the next level. She decided to make things more interesting for her and Ron, and I decided to make things more interesting for me and you.”

Cho leaned around Syyn’s side, and licked the droplets of cum from Syyn’s black latex-clad cleavage. Harry’s eagle eyes noticed that Cho now seemed to have a forked tongue just like a snake would have. And then his eyes widened as Cho’s tongue extended further than a foot from her lips to lick all the way around Ginny’s latex-clad tit, despite the fact that her chin was at Ginny’s shoulder.

Syyn smirked at Harry’s wide eyes. “Also, I don’t want to give away all the surprises we have for you. Watching you as you unwrap your gifts is the best part.”

Harry smirked back at his fiancée. “But I don’t have anything for you to unwrap.” He said with a negligent waive at the bath towel that lay abandoned on the floor.

“Well. It doesn’t feel right to demand you call me ‘Mistress Syyn’… so I suppose that you’re just going to have to breed me until you fuck a baby into me. So… ” Syyn lifted her spiked Choker a little, exposing the end of a zipper atop the catsuit that appeared to go all the way down the center of the latex and bisected her crotch. “I think it’s time for you to unwrap your next gift.”

Harry leaned down to kiss her as he grabbed the zipper and began to pull down the heavy duty zipper made a clicking sound as Harry slowly drew it downwards.

The two halves of the skin-tight latex began to separate, and Harry was surprised to see a giant rune-encrusted pentagram tattooed in the center of Ginny’s cleavage between her tits.

Ginny answered the unspoken question, “The tattoo was part of the ritual we used. And I have to admit that I like how it makes me look.”

The zipper slowly worked it’s way down until Harry’s hand had passed under Ginny’s crotch. Syyn leaned forward and captured Harry’s lips with her own. She lightly grabbed his shoulders as she stood up, and spun them around so that Harry was now sitting on the bend, still locked in a kiss with his latex-clad girlfriend.

Syyn broke the kiss, and stared into Harry’s eyes. His eyes were so vibrantly green and filled with strength, love, and, lust as he stared into her own brown eyes. The fact that her Chocolate brown eyes now had a reptile-like slit pupil did not seem to worry or distract him at all.

Syyn stood back and began to undulate her hips in a silent dance. The catsuit was fully unzipped, but surface cling had kept it basically in place. Ginny gave a nod to Cho, who had produced her wand from somewhere and pointed it at the Wizard wireless on the dresser, which began to play a song that a muggleborn would have recognized as a Wierd Sister’s cover of Billy Idol’s “Cradle of Love”

Rock the cradle of love, woo
Rock the cradle of love
Yes, the cradle of love
Don't rock easily it's true, ooh, yeah, ow!

Syyn was undulating and thrusting her hips at Harry as she danced with the heavy beat, while her hands ran up and down her body, cupping her tits. Every thrust caused the unzipped latex to split apart, giving him glimpses of Syyn’s pierced cunt. before the spun around and slapped her ass as she thrust it back towards Harry.

Cho had crawled up behind Harry and had rested her chin on Harry’s shoulder and was alternating between licking him using her serpentine tongue, and whispering into his Ear: “Isn’t Mistress Syyn so hot.” Then she would lick his neck. “I bet you can’t wait to fuck Mistress Syyn.”

Syyn peeled her right arm from her latex sleeve, then did the same to her left arm and let the upper half of the catsuit fall down her back fully exposing her giant tits which she spun back around  to thrust into Harry’s face. The artificially round orbs capped by a pair of thick black metal nipple rings was a new experience for Harry, as none of the women he had dated had enough cleavage to bury his face in tits.

Harry couldn’t see it, but with his head between Ginny’s fat e-cup tits, Cho had taken the opportunity to grab Syyn’s left nipple ring with her forked tongue and was gently tugging on it. Syyn took the opportunity of Harry’s distraction to kick her shoes off, as she thought about what the best… the sexiest way to strip off the latex pants would be.

Rock the cradle of love, woo
Rock the cradle of love
Yes, the cradle of love
Don't rock easily it's true, ooh, yeah, ow!

Syyn flicked Cho’s tongue with a finger which grabbed her attention, and she pointed at the pants. Cho got the message and pulled out her wand again and cast a spell that caused the bottom half to simply slip downward as Syyn continued to envelop Harry’s head between her tits.

She pulled back and kept dancing. Harry did look a bit dazed by a new kind of  experience that would definitely fuel future patronus castings. Syyn leaned down and extended her tongue and displayed that her tongue also had a split, though it wasn’t a forked tongue like Cho, but a regular tongue that appeared to be split in half for the first two inches, with a barbel in the middle of each half, and a barbel in the center a bit farther back from where the halves were re-joined.

Harry was enthralled as she raised up her left tit, and his Ginny stuck out her tongue to lick her own nipple. That tongue just kept coming out, and he could hear clicking as the piercings clacked against the nipple ring.

With the catsuit fully on the ground being held down by a spell from Cho, all Syyn had to do was step out of it.

Yeah, ow! Flesh for your Romeo
Ah yeah, baby, I hear you moan it's easy
You know how to please me, yeah, ow!
'Cause love starts my rolling train
You can't stop it, it ain't in vain
I ain't nobody's fool, come on shake it up whatever I do

Syyn reached down to fondle her cunt as she thrust her hips forward and did a standing split, with one foot flat on the floor, and the other foot extending sideways until it was above her head a move that could take a ballerina years of training to pull off. (Being a favored worshiper of a chaotic god of lust and excess clearly had its benefits.)

Harry sat there amazed by the display, Syyn's movements drawing Harry’s eyes to the abundance of metal embedded in and around her cunt.  Piercings, numerous ones that hadn’t been there previously: eight metal gromets (four in each side of her labia) hung down, the gromets were black metal with 1 cm holes in the center of each, while each gromet held a 4 cm diameter shiny chromed steel ring that filled each gromet. The silvery-chrome ring in her clit hood was almost an after-thought by comparison.

Syyn danced her way up to Harry, and straddled his legs as she pushed him backwards onto the bed. She jumped onto the bed so her knees straddled Harry’s waist and her hands on each side of Harry’s head with her tits pressed up against his chest, and Harry’s cock pressing against her belly. Syyn made a gesture towards Cho, who used her wand to tug on the bed spread, pulling Harry and Syyn into the center of the bed.

Once they were in place, Syyn continued her dance to the song, grinding her cunt on Harry’s legs showing her excitement as she left a trail of her juice on his legs, while his cock rubbing against her belly with every gyration and thrust left glossy patches on her stomach.

Then as the song began to hit its stride, Syyn grabbed Harry’s cock, and sank herself onto it. Her eyes rolling back as she slid down his length as it felt SO good to have Harry inside her. Harry growled as he could feel the cunt rings massaging his dick as his Ginny enveloped him until she bottomed out her lips against his crotch.

Syyn began to lift herself up, enjoying it as the head of Harry’s dick hit some very nice spots inside her cunt on its way out, and then just before it popped out, she reversed course and slid back down.
Harry growled again, and this time grabbed Ginny’s tits. He began to message and fondle them. Syyn moaned as she grabbed Harry’s hands, pulling them against her super firm tits, forcing him to maul her pierced fuckbags far more roughly than he would have on his own as he used his thumbs to flick her nipples.

At this point, Syyn was using her athletic legs to writhe, gyrate, and fuck her fiancé cowgirl-style. She and Harry continued fucking as Cho occasionally leaned over to encourage Harry.

“Fuck her Harry, Fuck my Mistress Syyn, Breed her. Breed her like a Weasley sow. Maybe she'll have a litter like Molly-pig did. Fill her belly with your cum. Paint her insides. Make her yours. Look at this corrupted slut. She looks like this for you. She wanted to debase herself for you. She wants to be YOUR slut for YOUR cock. She wants you to make her Syyn Potter.  She wants to carry your babies, and carry your mark. Will you tattoo your name, your crest, on this slut? Do you like that Harry? Potter dick goes in, Potter children come out.”

Finally between the amazing feelings and Cho’s lewd commentary, Harry came again, painting Syyn's insides just as Cho had mentioned. Syyn collapsed on him, her tits against his hard body, and as they kissed Harry, explored the piercings on her lips and her tongue with his own tongue.

They broke their kiss, and Syyn laid her head on Harry’s shoulder, while looking into his eyes, and he turned his head to stare into her eyes.

“So. Should I call you Syyn or can I still call you Gin?”

Ginny smirked, “Well, the name I have Chosen before my goddess, is Syyn. But if you want to gall me Gin, or Ginny, it’s fine as a nickname, like calling someone “honey”, or “babe”, but in MY mind I am Syyn incarnate.
“and that’s with two Y’s?”

Syyn’s smirk turned completely lustful. “While I do put the “I” in Sin, and the intent is the same, yes spelled s-y-y-n.”

Cho popped her head over Syyn’s and squeed. “Aw. You two are so cute.”

Syyn rolled her eyes. “Are you trying to ruin the moment to earn a punishment cunt?”

Cho grinned, “Of course, you know me so well mistress.”

“Well, hold off for now, and just lie next to us for a few minutes, or the next punishment will be to take a cold shower for the next hour.”

Cho meekly responded “Yes Mistress” as that was not the kind of punishment she was interested in seeking out. she kissed her mistress’s cheek and lounged back on the pillows as her mistress and her master enjoyed the afterglow. But she couldn’t wait until they were ready for a round fully involving her. Of course unlike Syyn, Cho had long been on the anti-fertility potion.

After a few seconds of tired breathing Syyn said "Fuck it." Before the black pentagram tattoo on her chest glowed pink, then one if the smaller pentagrans on her palm emitted a flash of pink light.

Harry's dick sprung up to maximum hardness so fast he was surprised it didn't make a cartoonish sound. But he did let out a quick "Fuck, ginny. What was that." As he felt a rush of energy and stamina.
Syyn smirked. "Well, in addition to the physical improvements, being a worshipper of a love goddess has some other benefits. Now, i believe that Cho has something you need to take care of."

Harry turned to Cho, who had made a nest of pillows, and was leaning back against them, with her legs splayed open at the side of the bed.

Harry looked into Cho’s now strangely colored snake-like eyes they retained the brown coloring that he had memorized when he had a crush on her, but now it was interrupted by the colors of yellow and black as reflextive and recognizable as a serpentine slit pupil.  This changed how Cho looked drastically,  and removed the softness he mentally associated with her so she felt more like the predator she was.

The demure scottish girl now looked more like an utter wanton slut. She lacked the piercings that Ginny had, but the shaved shiny smooth scalp with electric blue fringe/bangs and matching blue makeup and blue eye-scelera were striking and gave her a predatory and dangerous air. "How did you even make the whites of your eyes blue?" he had to ask.

Cho looked at her mistress and rolled her eyes. "Magic, Master. Now, fuck your slave... Master."

Harry couldn't really argue with that, though he did wonder how it was that someone who claimed to be a slave was all too willing to order him about.

He stood next to the bed, and noticed that his dick lined up perfectly height-wise with Cho’s cunt. He started to slowly thrust in, when Cho’s legs suddenly wrapped around him, displaying how the snakescale tattoos went all the way down to her feet.

Before Harry had a chance to admire the pattern, Cho bent her knees, and pulled in to her like she was a claw game and Harry"s dick was the prize.

Suddenly, Harry was balls-deep in Cho. "Unnnnnnnghhhh she grunted/ moaned as her eyes were rolling up into her head due to the shock of pleasure and pain, which showed off that ALL of her eye's  "whites" (scelera) were indeed electric blue.

Once Harry got over the shock of the suddenness of his being pulled into a tight wet cunt, he began to slide out as Cho’s legs relaxed, only for her to pull him back in again. Setting a brisk pace for the fucking.

Syyn had crawled over near Cho’s head and was sitting cross-legged, wiping up the excess cum leaking out of her cunt with her hand, then she licked the hand clean. But after three rounds of Cho controlling the fucking with her legs, Syyn slapped her across the face, and grabbed her jaw and pulled her mouth open. Then she spat a large glob of saliva and collected Harry’s cum into Cho’s mouth.

Harry was enthralled by this spectacle as he had never seen something so sexually obcene yet hot then his fiancee spitting his cum down another woman's throat. Harry remained aware enough though to notice that he wasn't the only one as it looked like Cho had an orgasm when Ginny spit his cum into her mouth.

"Fucking slut. Unwrap your legs and let your master fuck your properly."

Cho was still coming from the pleasure than the manner her mistress was using her, but she loosened her legs from Harry, who then grabbed them and held them up and open in a large V.
Harry began to power-fuck Cho. Thrusting in until his balls hit her ass. Grunting with each thrust.

Cho’s cunt twitched as Harry did his best to fuck her through the mattress. Ginny's seduction was a lustful erotic consummation. This was brutal power and lust unleashed.

Cho was being reduced to a mindless fuckdoll. All she knew were waves of pleasure and moments of pain when Harry bottomed out that only served to make the pleasure more mind blowing as Harry fucked her like she was being rented by the minute.

After a few minutes of Harry power-fucking Cho she hissed out a scream “SHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, with her foot long snake tongue flapping in the air as her eyes rolled back, and she lost consciousness.

Harry slowed his fucking, and slowly pulled out of Cho as his Ginny watched. “Fucking lightweight. She would never have been enough for you on her own.” Syyn growled. “But I suppose it will be fun training her up for you.”

Harry looked over to his newly slutty lez-dom fiancée.  “So. I’m definitely not complaining, but would it be rude of me to ask for the full story?”

Syyn smirked. “All right, one second then.” Syyn used magic to levitate Cho to the far side of the bed with her head on the pillow, and lied her on her left side. “ Now, you snuggle up behind her, and I’ll snuggle up behind you.”

Harry climbed back onto the bed, and got behind Cho, spooning her, as Syyn crawled up behind him and hugged him from behind.

“You know, you’re more comfy than a teddy bear… though a bit sweatier.”

Harry grinned before windlessly vanishing sweat charm he learned from the quidditch team upon their skin.

“So Let me tell you what happened since we got off the Hogwarts Express.” Syyn began to tell the story as one of her hands began to work it’s way down to stroke Harry’s rock hard dick. Syyn was pleased to feel that while Harry vanished sweat, he had forgotten to vanish Cho’s cunt froth from his dick.

“It started when we ran into mum at King’s Cross and there were a bunch of crazy looking muggles in town for a concert…”

Chapter 20: New ron and New Hermione are literally made for each other.

Delirium was a bit surprised to have been transported back to her bedroom by her goddess Slaanesh, but her attention was now completely focused on the boon that Slaanesh had given her.

The alternate versions of Ron that Hermione had known prior to meeting her new goddess were no more. Ron had "said the words" and both Male Ron and the Female Ron cursed to appear as Bellatrix were gone and the final iteration towered before her: Envidious.

"So, what do you think?" Asked Envidious.

Delirium looked the new being over from top to bottom and appreciated the changes wrought by her goddess. And what a change it was.

"Bloody hell." Delirium replied with an impression of Ron's favorite exclamation with a shit eating grin.

Envidious' eyes narrowed.

"Cor, Blimey!"

Envidious stared at the mad bookworm doing her best Ron Weasley voice impressions. "Let me know when you're done taking the piss."

Delirium held up her index finger.

"Crickey! That's crazier than a mouse sized Malfoy being chased by Mrs. Norris!"

Envidious paused at that one before grinning at the very idea. "All right 'Mione, this is almost that good."

Delirium's grin changed into a smirk before her classic look of curiosity arose on her face.

"I'm not complaining, but aren't you supposed to be terrified of all... this?" Delirium waived her hand indicating all of the penultimate Weasley's new body.

"Oh, if my goddess hadn't flooded my mind with information and all the alternate memories, I’d probably be catatonic, the former Ronald said with a fanged grin.

Delirium looked upon the final form of the being deemed by her god to be HERS, that she was touched by the love and madness shown by her goddess in crafting such a partner for her.

Part of her felt a little frustrated because the majority of the tattoos and piercings she had made on Ron's body before they met their goddess were gone and, in some cases, completely replaced. But Dee assumed that Slaanesh had a good reason for making the changes she made to Ron.

First, the madwoman formerly known as Hermione loved Envi's pale white skin tone. There were a few freckles decorating the cheeks, but beyond that there were no blemishes left on her new body. And the coloring really screamed goth whore while making every other aspect of her slaaneshi-cultist tattoos and body art pop.

Envi's hair combined aspects of both prior versions of Ron, merging the crazy black hair of her as a Bellatrix clone with the top of the hair transformed into a Firey red spray of hair reminiscent of her past as a Weasley but far more of an unnatural bright red than the original orangish look. The style looked almost if Envi had naturally grown a fire red faux-hawk, and then parted it down the middle before mixing it in with locks of black hair, including her bangs starting on the side, giving her a layer of red hair over the layer of black hair

The shortened bangs revealed what previously had been the trans-anarchy tattoo Delirium gave her on her forehead was among the first "replacements" of body art. A new symbol was tattooed in its place that combined both the prior symbol, with a display of her status as a chosen of Slaanesh. It started with a classic anarchy "A" within a circle. However, the circle had a total of 8 arrows and lines extending outwardly that combined the male, female and a combined dual symbol in their relevant positions (2 o'clock, 6 o'clock, and 10o'clock respectively. Only the standard male aspect of the symbol in the upper right corner had been fully replaced by the crescent sigil of Slaanesh, and in addition, 5 new small outward pointing arrows extending from the unoccupied slots around the central circle. (Combining the symbols of chaos unbound, slaanesh, and transanarchy.)

Below the tattoo were Envi's new eyes. There were only two eyeballs, but Slaanesh had transformed the eyes themselves. Each eye was actually three eyes side by side by side on a single eyeball, in the form of a compound eye, with three irises that all appeared to be a glowing pinkish-purple. (The center of the three irises was larger than the ones to the left and right.)

There were no eyebrows, those had been permanently removed and replaced with lines of black spiderweb tattoos that wrapped from above the eyes, curving around the outside edges over the eyes before extending back over top of her ears.

A set of additional spiderweb tattoos went down the left and right sides of her neck from behind her ears, and the nude body allowed Delirium to see how the spiderwebs curved down and forward along her neck and collar bone to join together into a large web above the cleavage of the HHH - cup tits.

Envi was wearing little beyond a black leather spiked collar with chrome spikes so large they were almost ludicrous, a large ring in the center front (12 o'clock) containing an inverted metal pentagram. On the collar at her 2 and 10 o'clock were giant 6 inch long, 1.5-inch-thick spikes. At 1, 11, 4, and 8 o'clock were three inch long .75-inch-thick double spikes (one atop the other), and in the back was a locking mechanism covered in half-inch mini spikes.

Envidious had a similar inverted pentagram tattoo on her chest to Delirium's, but Envi's was incorporated into a larger spiderweb tattoo. The tattoo then split five additional ways from the pentagram, with a portion of webbing running straight down between the epic cleavage, and two other portions encircled each breast around the outside, and one portion ran down each of her arms. It looked like a black spiderweb sex harness made of tattoos.

Delirium's eyes were drawn to Envi's giant fucking nipples, though "teats" may be more correct.

Piercing the left teat was a classic symbol of Slaanesh ring piercing. And in the right teat was a large green biohazard symbol nipple shield. (Delirium chewed on her lip as she did feel a bit sad that the biohazard tattoo, she had carved into Ron had disappeared, but admittedly, the large nipple shield looked sexier. (And of course, her goddess would have changed things to be sexier.)

On Envi's left arm, "Arachne queen" was tattooed within that arm's spiderweb as it wrapped down the side of her arm maintaining the spiderweb font before culminating in a pentagram tattoo on her palm to focus tantric magic.

On her right arm, the spiderwebbing tattoo encircled a shoulder tattoo of a wizarding chess queen dressed as a black and red dominatrix who wielded a whip in one hand, and a wand in the other. The spider web tattoo also continued down to join the pentagram tattoo on the right palm.

Below her breasts, the spiderweb sitting on Envi's abdomen was populated by large tattoos of several spiders. One black widow with a neon green biohazard symbol instead of an hourglass was central to the picture. One black widow with a red lightning bolt, and one black widow with a blue lightning bolt, appeared to be following a male brown recluse spider with a golden lightning bolt symbol (as if it too were a black widow.) Though those last three were off to the left side. The space to the right was open as though awaiting more spiders to be added to the scene.

The second most shocking feature Envidious displayed was an inhuman looking horse dick.

Well... almost. It was large for a human but actually too small to be a true horse cock. Envi's fully erect Horse-style cock stood erect at 13 inches long and nearly 2 inches in diameter with two spiraling double Jacob’s ladder of barbell piercings on opposing sides of her cock, and a tattoo of the word "Mistress" running along the top of the cock in block letters, the top of the "M” resting against the pubis, and the final "s" tattooed just before the cockhead.

Below the cock were no balls, but rather a vagina with a thick pair of vaginal lips. Delirium salivated as she wanted to personally install a blacksmith shop's worth of metal in her lover's cunt but Envi's cunt was currently pristine despite the fun she had had piercing Ron 2.0.

Delirium paused and looked down towards at the insane number of piercings Toxicity had left behind after the temporary soul swap, and now she fully understood why her mentor had enjoyed going as far as she had.

Finally, the most eye-catching aspect of the transformation, the tight apple bottom of a woman's ass had been replaced by the goddess of chaotic pleasure.

Instead, a monstrous arachnid thorax with six legs covered in spiky armored chitin, and a bulbous spider's rear, complete with spinnerets extended backwards from where the ass should be.

Ronald Weasley had become a futa-drider.

The spindly legs of deceptive strength tapped the floor as Envi enjoyed her lover's gaze. For the thorax itself, she had a bluish-black waxy color, though the legs themselves were as black as a latex gimp suit.

Delirium leaned back on her bed and spread her legs into almost a full split.
"Well? Is that a spider-taur cock, or are you just happy to see me?"

Envidious looked down at the corrupted form of her girlfriend. The piercings, the tattoos, the hair so green it was practically aglow, the giant fucking tits, the incredible labia piercings...

If it wasn’t so clearly Hermione's features underneath the body mods, and the memories installed by their goddess Slaanesh, Envi might not believe all this was real. But before the penultimate Weasley of her generation could lose herself to her memories, both new and old, Delirium reached out and grabbed her by the cock, and began to reel her in hand over hand until the tip of the womb raider was touching her pussy. As her pussy sat at atop the edge of the bed.

Dee rubbed the cockhead/mini battering-ram up and down along her cunt lips just to hear her piercings clink within their gromets.

Envi watched as she slowly split open the cunt of the greatest witch of her generation with her mini horse cock. The battering-ram shaped head pushing against 'Mione's cunt lips until it went in with a pop.

Envi groaned at the sensation of sudden envelopment of her fucktool's head by her lover's cunt.

"Fuck you spider-slag, never felt that shape inside me before." Delirium groaned as the cock scraped her insides sides like a sexual chimney sweep.

Envi's eyes grew wide. "Spider slag? Spider slag you say? I seem to recall you had this before we met Slaanesh," Envi grabbed Delirium's right nipple behind the vertical and horizontal nipple piercings, and pulled them out with hooked fingers, using the barbells as leverage to pull the nipple from her fake spherical tit which was covered by a spiderweb tattoo that surrounded the right nipple. (The left nipple had an 8-pointed chaos star)

Delirium actually made an "eep!" At the unexpected torture to her tit.

But as soon as that happened, Envi released the tit and then leaned down with amazing flexibility at her waist, to massage the nipple and then the spiderweb tattoo with her tongue.

"So, are you my spider groupie my little spider whore? Offering your holes so easily to your spider queen?"

Envi began to push deeper, the girthy fore-end of her cock, stretching the walls as it penetrated deeper into Delirium’s cunt.

Delirium was aptly named as she alternated between moaning and mumbling incoherent things while her eyes rolled back at the new sensations.

In the short time she had become a Slaanesh worshipper, she had jammed many a dildo into her cunt, but this was the first object that dragged against every sensitive spot on the way in. Finally, Delirium felt something bottom out inside of her, as the battering ram hit her cervix and the pressure was bizarre and blissful the pain was pleasure, and the pleasure was pleasure too.

As she glanced down, Dee saw that Envi's cock was fully sheathed inside of her. Of course. Her goddess made Envi' for her, so it made sense that her cock would be an exact perfect fit for Dee.

Envi looked down as she also felt bottom, both against her cockhead, and as her pubis bottomed out and made the barest contact against Delirium's pierced labia. She pushed harder knowing that there was no deeper to go, but she just wanted to feel the labia rings get squished between their bodies.

"So, are you a whore for my spider-slag cock? Now that it's sooo deep, I can feel your cervix kissing my spider cock. Open your mouth you spider-whore" Envi ordered.

Delirium opened her mouth. Envi loomed up over her and spit a glob of saliva into Envi's mouth.

"There you go my little spider whore. I just wanted to demonstrate how my slag-cock is going to treat your cervix when it spits my cum into your baby-box."

Delirium closed her mouth for a second before she gathered up Envi's saliva on her tongue, before sticking it back out to show Envi her collected prize, and then she swallowed it.

"Mmmmm. Something to look forward to. If your cum is as tasty as this, I might need to develop a spell to give my cunt tastebuds."

"Fuck you are a twisted bitch, and the amazing thing is that I believe you could do it." Envi began to pull out, her cockhead and her ladder piercings as stimulating coming out as they were going in.

And then when there was still an inch to go, she reversed course and drove that fuck-plunger back deep.

Delirium moaned again with a "whumph" sound. This cunt had seen some toys, and Slaanesh knows what had gone on when Toxicity had possessed her body, but Ron's average human cock had been the only living cock to previously penetrate Hermione, and she was loving this new experience.

As Envi began to saw in and out, Delirium could feel her juices flowing all over her thighs. Despite this being her first time with a cock of this type, a normal woman ought to be worried that her cunt might not keep up with lubrication and she could have some crazy chafing, but Delirium knew that her goddess would not allow this to happen. This was a cock made for her, and her cunt had been re-made for this cock. She simply knew that there would be no problem other than an absurdly large pool of cunt juice and cum that was going to leak out onto her bed. And who fucking cares about that when you have this fucking spider-queen dick pounding the thoughts clear out of her head.

Envi had slowly been picking up the pace as she became used to how this cock felt. At first it was so sensitive, it felt as though she was going to be a three-pump chump, but she bared down, and she felt her insides clench, and rather than cum early it felt like she only got harder.

Envi placed her hands on Delirium's breasts so that her thumbs could toy with the nipples and their piercings as she stretched forward and licked Delirium's center labret spike, and sucked on it for a second like a tiny chrome clit.

Delirium shuddered as the combination of sensations; the nipple play, the deep massage of her vaginal canal, the impact of mound against mound made her cum with a groan, as her juices squirted around the battering ram stuffing her cunt. Envi grinned as she continued thrusting while she thumbed and squeezed Dee's nipples.

But this was just the beginning. Envi pulled back and gripped Delirium's legs before lifting them up, practically folding the punkified witch in half as Envi began to power-fuck her. Getting the hang of driving her new cock deep into her lover's cunt, with all the leverage that having six legs and a heavy thorax could provide.

The innocent that had been Hermione had never heard of a deep-penetrating fuck machine until she absorbed countless pieces of sexual information embedded in toxicity's books as she was corrupted into becoming a tantric witch.

But now for the first time she had a good idea what it was actually like to hook a penis up to an unforgiving sex machine that would just pump away at her cunt under full power and full speed with every thrust.

The onslaught of fucking continued in a blur of time until both Wytches were worn out.

Envi panted as she lay atop Delirium, her dick still sheathed in the brainy bitch, but her numerous legs still firmly planted on the floor. "It's too bad that this isn't like an Animagus form. It's be nice to be able to have a proper lie-down.

Delirium could feel Envi's dick slide out of her, which was odd because the spider-wytch was still lying on her breast-to-breast. Dee leaned her head over a bit.

"You fucking troll. Did you really not know you could do that?"

"Do what?"

"Why don't you stand up, and see.'

Envi stood up, and instantly fell over and landed on her ass. Her pert human buttocks.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

"You got your wish you ponce. You can transform back to a human at will."

Envi stood up, and turned around, displaying a giant 3D tattoo of a spider's rear end, with the spider legs going down the back of her now-human legs.

"Well, that was unexpected."

"You think that was unexpected, what about your dick?"

Envi reached down and felt that she was now sans-penis, with a tiny nub of a clit adorning her pussy.

"But... if it retracted, where did all the piercings go?"

Dee paused. "Actually... I don't know. Why don't you try to imagine yourself as a human, but with a dick"

Envi paused, shrugged and then tried to picture it, but to no avail. After a minute or so, she conceded "maybe it's all or nothing. Pity. It would have been nice to be able to fuck you in some other positions than spider-style. Fuck that would be nice to slide my studded fuck stick in and out of your cunt." Envi mumbled as she began to stroke the heavily pierced cock that had erupted from the location of her clit, covered in the spiraling piercings and the Mistress tattoo.

Delirium looked askance at her soul mate's obliviousness, and had to fight the urge to face palm.

"Hey, are you just going to stand there jerking off, or are you actually going to fuck me?"

Envi looked down at her hand running up and down along the piercings before grinning like a maniac. And then the futa began a new round of fucking her soulmate into the mattress.

At some point they'll take a break to get on with the plot.

"Fuck me with your fucking spider cock you spider whore."

"Spider whore? I'll show you a spider whore, you web-titted wytch! I'll play that pierced-up chime set you call a cunt like it was a xylophone!"

Delirium paused... "Hmmm. I really like that one. Challenge accepted. But now you have to make good on it. Though it may take a lot of practice to learn a new instrument so we may be at this for a while."

Delirium looks through the wall at the reader. "You can stick around and watch or come back later, because this is going to be more of the same for a while."

Envi paused "what?"

The mad wytch grinned, "no worries I was just letting the readers know we're going to be fucking for a while, now get back to work. That tattoo says "mistress" and you have a long way to go if you plan on fucking me into submission."

Envi shrugged and continued fucking the corrupted Hermione.

Chapter 21: Harry looks for answers and finds... Luna?

Harry appeared at the international portkey station by himself.

Harry had planned on getting a portkey back to London the moment he woke up... but when you wake up to have an Asian serpentine seductress that used to be your first crush, and the latex clad goth bi-lezdom that was your beautiful fiancé jointly giving you a blowjob as they demand that you breed your fiancé repeatedly until she was certain it took...

Well, let’s just say that after three days of room service and room servicing, Harry was pretty certain that it took.

After the last session, Ginny... er... Syyn, had told him that if he needed to check on Ron and Hermione to satisfy himself, that he could go on ahead and that Syyn and Cho would catch up once they could stand on their legs.

It had been a challenge to leave his fiancé and her... their... girlfriend? Consort? Whatever.

Harry had first portkeyed back to London, and then apparated from the international portkey receiving office to the apparition foyer of #12 Grimmauld place.

He burst in through the inner door, the wards recognizing him as the true master of the House of Black, and he called out for Hermione and Ron.

But despite running down the main hall towards the stairs, he heard nothing. So Harry started checking rooms to find them.

While the first floor was largely unchanged from when he left, when Harry ran up the stairs to the second floor, Harry found a bedroom covered in black latex; the floor, the walls, the bed, the wardrobe in the corner, a couch, all covered in shiny black latex that had the appearance of being freshly polished despite Ginny being with him for the past several days. The only thing that wasn’t covered with Latex was the ceiling, which was covered by a mirror.

"Well, this IS what Gin described, even though it's hard to believe." Harry paused. "Well, less hard to believe after seeing Cho turned into a half-basilisk, half pornstar."

Harry paused his review of his fiancé’s dark domain and proceeded down the hallway, next finding the living room with a normal leather sofa, and a muggle television and entertainment center. Then, a bedroom that looked like it was part library, and part porn-studio. "This has to be Hermione's room, if she experienced what Gin did."

Harry paused taking in the combination of arcane hardcover books, sex toys, and hookahs arrayed on the various shelves. But no sign of Hermione and Ron.

At the end of the hallway, was the door to the conservatory. Harry reached for the handle to enter.

"They've gone out for a bit Harry." A familiar voice said from behind him. Harry turned around to see Luna Lovegood, standing there in blue jeans, a white dress shirt, as well as her ravenclaw necktie.

"Luna? What do you mean? How are even…? How did you get in past the wards?"

"Oh, that's what the tingling was. I apologize Harry, i thought it was a leftover from the communing. But your wards are very sensual."
Harry was a bit bewildered as to how a public and private access ward scheme could be considered sensual, "er... what?"

"If you still have the spare wish in stock, you may want to save it for Christmas."

Harry ran what Luna had just said, but was not getting the reference. This was not helping at all. "Luna, not to be rude, but why are you here, and where are Hermione and Ron?

"Have you ever spoken to your Aunt about her grandmother?"

"My Aunt? Her grandmother? Petunia's grandmother? So… my great grandmother? No. She never even spoke to me about my Mum, let alone any ancestors."

"I'm sorry Harry, it's sad that someone so dedicated is not remembered in this timeline."

"Luna, do you know of my great grandmother? Is she connected to this?"

"Oh yes. she was very impressive. If not for her, then none of this could be possible."

“What do you mean? What is this?”

“It’s your Legacy and your future.”

Harry decided to move on and be more specific. "Are Ron and Hermione ok?"

Luna paused and looked off diagonally, before looking at Harry with her huge eyes. "They were completely changed, but they are doing what needs to be done."

"Well, where are they?"

Luna blinked, a single slow blink. "They are where they need to be. You must not seek them out until your first daughter is born in 8 months and 25 days from today"

Harry looked poleaxed as he didn't even know where to start. "My daughter? Luna, I don't even... how can you...? What are you even talking about?"

"Hermione and Ron are doing what they must, for better or for worse. You must not interrupt until the seeds are sewn."
"Luna. I really don't understand."

Luna looked at harry. "You will, and I apologize but it is all necessary."

Luna began to walk towards the stairs.

"Oh, and don't go into the conservatory without Ginny here unless you want to be her wife rather than husband."

Harry glanced at the conservatory door, having heard the rustle of magical vines on the other side.

While Harry was both courageous to the point of recklessness Harry wasn’t going to test Luna’s statement. Harry stepped away from the door to the conservatory. But by the time he looked back towards Luna she had disappeared.

Harry paused. Normally he would go to Hermione in a situation like this. But the next best option would be to return to Ginny... er... Syyn and Cho. And see if they had any ideas. Harry left for the portkey facilities, not realizing that the transformed Hermione had been fucking the transformed Ron in the conservatory.

By the time Harry, Syyn and Cho returned, the two had packed up some of Hermione’s books and “supplies” left.

----- Time Skip 8 months, 25 days later-----

Harry squeezed Syyn's hand as the hospital staff rolled the gurney down the hall.

They were in a French hospital, but this hospital unlike St. Mungos, was not completely separate from its non-magical counterparts. The Delacour family had significant involvement with both the normal hospital board, and the magical wing’s board.

Thus it was the joint opinion of Harry, Syyn, Fleur, and her parents that the staff in their employ could maintain the necessary discretion to see Syyn(Ginny) without her glamours or transformative magics. (With a few magical contracts agreeing to keep her un-glamoured form secret.)

Indeed, once you have treated the participants of an incident at a succubus colony, a pregnant woman with modern muggle body art wasn't that shocking. Certainly, the tabloids might be interested to know that the wife of Harry Potter looked more debased than an owner of a german bondage club, but that was why they were here as opposed to St. Mungo's.

On the other side of the gurney and holding Syyn's other hand was Cho, fully clad in her "normal witch" glamour, though the bump of her 5th month of pregnancy was showing even with her glamour.

Both were incredibly worried as with every contraction, Syyn looked like her body was clenching up and convulsing as if she was being subject to the cruciatus.

Once they were in the delivery room, the Doctor, (a licenced gynecologist and medi-witch), began to tell "Ginny" to push and bear down. The doctor said, I see the head.

At that moment, while Harry was leaning over his wife, surviving as she tried to turn his hand into paste with her grip, Harry felt a chin on his shoulder.

He turned in surprise and was shocked to see someone else he had been searching for over the past 8 months.

"Luna?!"

The petite Ravenclaw smiled. The girl was wearing a light blue colored sexy-nurse outfit with the Ravenclaw crest over her heart.
"It's time Harry. Hold on. Do NOT let go, and everything will be fine."

Harry's mind flashed through the months since the last time he saw Luna.

---Flashback---- 1 Month after Ron and Hermione Disappeared

At first, Harry had tried to listen and not look for Ron and Hermione. But then he had heard crazy things that they had been up to.

First, that an entire nunnery in the London countryside had elected to leave the church and had turned the facility into a kink dance and sex club and was now the largest fetish and porn store in Britain.

Harry had led the team of aurors to investigate the sudden change, but their magical forensics could find no evidence of spells. When Harry visited the site, he was certain that some form of magic had been used.

The Mistress Superior and the sisters had all transitioned to latex and pvc habits/uniforms and they all had tattoos similar to the ones Syyn and Cho had. As a result, Harry was certain that Ron and Hermione had been involved. He just couldn't prove anything.

He had observed the Mistress Superior, but other than engaging in debauchery while wearing a latex nun outfit and making initiates wear things like respirator masks and outrageous lesbian orgies, there was no evidence of magic having been used.

When he left, the Mistress Superior wished him luck, and told him that if he finds who he’s looking for, they all "ought to cum back for a visit".

Yeah. About as subtle as brick through a plate window.

---Flashback---- 3 Months after Ron and Hermione Disappeared

The next odd clue was the fall of the religious government in Iran.
"Something" happened, and the religious government had been overthrown and replaced with a moderate mostly secular government led almost exclusively by women. The women of Iran had been suppressed for nearly three generations. And somehow, the women of Iran had suddenly and collectively first taken control of the men in the families and then moved on to the government that their husbands, sons, and fathers controlled.

The new ruling party, whose name sounded something like "Solte Zan" had a modernized and somewhat upbeat looking flag that depicted a nation coming into the light of knowledge while retaining a connection to their islamic past. In the center of the flag, was a bright sun with 8 sun beams. The upper right sunbeam connecting to the traditional islamic crescent, and the bottom sunbeam illuminating an open book on a bookstand directly below it.

Regardless, the new government of Iran was confusing most of the world with the sudden change to all of their policies. All the more strange as the borders except for commercial shipping ports had been fully closed with an announcement that they would re-open in 6 months once the government was fully settled in.

It appeared that the ruling women had still remained pious in that they were all wearing burqas and veils. The new president was a widow with an adult daughter who had gone to college in London, and unlike much of her cabinet, she wore a western style women's power suit.
Harry would have ignored this except on her lapel, she wore a pin depicting the same symbol Syyn was tattooed with.

Harry wanted to investigate, however the magical Government of Persia had temporarily barred foreign entry of the British. Harry had visited the embassy of Magical Persia in Britain, and that had been a bit of an experience. An extremely beautiful woman wearing a black power suit, met Harry, and discussed his request for entry.

“Unfortunately, Lord Potter, for the next few months while our government completes its transition of power we wish to avoid either foreign entanglements or foreign intervention.”

When they stood up to leave, the woman extended her hand in the western style. Harry shook the woman’s seemingly bare hands, it felt to him like she was wearing a latex glove. Harry’s eyes flashed down to her hand and then back up to the ambassador’s eyes.

“My lord, once the border is unsealed, we look forward much to working closely with you, the Lady Potter, and your consort.” The Ambassador smiled and her tongue slipped out an inch, before the two ends of her suddenly forked tongue wiggled in the fashion similar to Cho’s snake tongue. “Until then I’m afraid we need to wish you a good day.”

Harry noted that the two uniformed guards, (one male and one female) that escorted him to the apparition point also smelled of latex.

---Flashback---- 5 Months after Ron and Hermione Disappeared

Harry had next heard weird rumors that the centaur herd had disappeared from the forbidden forest and had been replaced by a swarm of spider-taurs.

Though when Harry visited Hogwarts, he had examined the forest but saw no evidence of any new or active dark magic. When he checked in with Headmistress McGonagall he heard rumors amongst the students that they had seen a herd of spider women, but a full scan of the forest using the Hogwarts wards and Harry's magical tracking charms failed to show any evidence of driders, arachne, acromantula or any spiders larger than a human hand.

Though continuing Harry's unease Astoria Greengrass, the new Head Girl wore a choker on her neck with that same symbol as Syyn's tattoo. Harry noticed that a handful of the students and 2 of the newer female teachers wore the same choker.

When Harry got home he had asked her about it, Syyn simply said that it was the symbol of her goddess, and that it was simply wonderful to see the wizarding world come out from the dark ages.

---- end flashback ----

Harry was about to ask Luna where she came from and how she got into the delivery room but she said, "Your daughter is beautiful."

Harry's eyes cut back to the start of the actual birth of his daughter, and her head was just beginning to pass.

Harry had much to ask, but this was indeed more important and he held Syyn’s hand as the process began to hit the final stretch so to speak.

Ginny began to convulse as if she was being electrocuted.

And after clenching and pushing the baby was fully out, and squirming but hadn't cried. At that moment, Luna leaned forward put her hand on Ginny’s Slaanesh tattoo, and Harry's scar remnant, and said a single word.

"Sowilo."

And much like an event that had occurred nearly a year earlier, the room was filled with light. This time pure joyous white light. And a magical shockwave shot out from the room in every direction, blowing through any protection it hit as if a wind through a rosebush. Not damaging wards, but passing through them as though they didn’t exist.

-----

In Hogwarts, a group of students and professor sinestra were in the fully-repaired Room of Requitement engaged in a fetish orgy. The shockwave hit and all were knocked unconscious with many a girl tied to another girl by their strap-ons or double dildos. When they awoke, the orgy would re-start, but there would be a much more loving feel to it.

-----

In London, a latex nun attempting to seduce a local woman who was extremely against the blasphemous nature of such an organization, into joining their convent blinked as the nun randomly came, falling backwards and practically showering the protester with cunt-spray. As she blasted her from toe to crown. The prudish woman paused in shock both at the mess of her clothes and hair, as well as seeing an orgasm the likes of which she had never seen before. Once she checked on the nun to make sure she didn't hurt herself while falling, the former prude licked some of the spray coating her hand: "All right, tell me more about how I can join."

-----

The white energy wave hit various spots in Britain, and then other sites in the EU, then North America, Russia, when the shockwave hit Iran, nearly every adult woman felt the pleasure in their fetish-wear clad bodies hidden underneath their burkas.

It wasn't piousness that had maintained the continued use of traditional clothing, rather it was utility that allowed the huge population of slaanesh worshippers to wear tons of latex, leather, vinyl, pvc, spandex, as well as piercings, tattoos, sex toys.

The new burkas were blessed by disciples of Slaanesh to prevent overheating wearers and were thick enough clothing that those not yet in the know were none the wiser. The new president felt all of her labia and nipple piercings tingle as the wave passed over her, as if her daughter were applying electricity to her cunt piercings again.

----

On the other side of the world. The wave approached Australia from all sides, growing and growing in power as it condensed into a smaller and smaller circle... until it hit a single point.

This ground zero of magical release was a small house in the outback, ostensibly owned by a pair of rural dentists.

A look inside would have shown that there was a green haired punk pornstar being fucked by the dick of a red headed futa-spider-woman, and in the same room, a brown haired posh milf was being fucked by a brown haired posh spider-futa-milf.

Delirium had wanted to share her joy with her mother and father, and of course, when Envi had proven that she could convert the centaurs and the Greengrass sisters into futa spider-taurs, she knew that she had to work their way to her parents.

There was many a pit stop along the way, and Delirium finally got to corrupt her nuns!

Delirium loved watching her mother get railed by her futa-father. They had been slightly less uptight than she had been herself but they clearly had needed to spice up their lives, and the family that fucks together... orgasms together? Hmmm, She would need a better motto.

Her father and mother had been surprised when Delirium had appeared in their home and cast a body bind on them, before explaining what had happened to her and Ron, and that yes, she was indeed Hermione, and Envi was indeed Ron. before she moved on to a slaaneshi ritual to induce a need to fuck.

When she removed the bind, her parents had stripped naked, having eyes only for each other. But as the two parents fucked, Hermione told Envidious to go ahead prepare to transform her dad. Ron wasn't really into having sex with males, though she had fucked every centaur as well as every acromantula in the forbidden forrest, until she was now the proud queen of an army of drider-sluts that were obediant members of her swarm.

But since Delirium didn't want her dad to be part of Envi's swarm, she "Extracted" some of Envi's Semen with her cunt, before casting a spell to convert her payload, and then she had Envi lift up her mother so Mrs. Granger was riding her father cow-girl style, as Delirium sat on her father's face and had him lick out his daughter's cream pie.

a spider cream pie? a drider cream pie?

Regardless, Dee kissed her mother and fed her some tongue as her father ate his daughter's home made pie. (Delirium giggled as she said out loud "The special ingredient is love.")

the fucking kept up until her parents orgasmed and suddenly, Mr. Granger was now a futa-drider-princess.

and then the fucking continued. During this process Hermione had performed another ritual of Slaaanesh, and both her parents now had the Slaaneshi tattoos on parts of their bodies. Her father now had it as a tramp stamp (or in spider form on her rear abdomen, like a black widow.) and Her mother had the symbol on her belly surrounding her belly button.

Delirium was really enjoying watching her father feed his spider dick into her mother's newly elastic cunt, especially once her mother had regained some youth, and some additional cup sizes.

But then the magical shockwave hit like someone droped a bomb on the house.

Delirium... Hermione... Ron... Envidious... Hermione's Father... Hermione's mother... They felt an orgasm like all of their orgasms during their entire lives combined.

The energy didn’t fade. The orgasm continued and the energy built up, before a beam of energy tore a hole in the sky above the house.

Not just the sky, but a hole in reality itself opened before the bolt of pure white fired into the largely empty warp.

and then suddenly it was over.

the occupants of the house should have been driven to brain death by the shock. but they restarted their fucking without a beat.

Delirium paused her fucking, as if waking from a strange dream. "Morganna's cunt! Envi... Ron, what have we been doing?"

The debased bookworm felt a mix of shame and excitement as she thought of all that had done. Forcing the nunnery to forsake their god in favor of their new goddess... it was wrong, yet so very right. Fuck, the memory of watching the Mother Superior give in as she swore service to her as an acolyte of Slaanesh and became the Mistress Superior was enough to make her cum all over Envi's dick.

Envidious looked at the love of her life. "Dee... Mione. Do you want to discuss this now, or after the orgy?"

Delirium paused as she recovered from the orgasm and glanced towards her transformed parents who hadn't missed a beat and were still fucking like pornstars on cocaine, and she began to fuck back against Envi's dick "You're right. It can wait until after we cum."

The two pairs continued to fuck and eventually began a full foursome. With Envidious fucking Mrs. Granger while Delirium sat on her mom's face, and gave her dad a blowjob while fisting his brand new cunt behind his dick.

Neither Delirium, Envi, nor the parents noticed that all four of their Slaaneshi tattoos had been altered.

-----

Back in France, the moment the shockwave left the room the baby started to cry a healthy cry. Syyn leaned up, and took her daughter into her arms, Harry focused on enjoying the birth of his daughter, and while he glanced at Luna, wondering what the fuck just happened, he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Syyn looked up from the baby at Luna "what the fuck just happened?"

Harry started to grin. Merlin he loved his woman.

"Because I’ve been having a non-stop orgasm since I felt my water break and I don't remember even getting here from the Delacour mansion." Syyn finished causing Harry to facepalm as she had missed the blinding energy release.

Cho just grinned and said "I’ll have what she's having" which immediately caused Luna to start laughing, as she was oddly, the only one in the room to understand Cho’s muggle movie reference.

When Luna stopped laughing. She said "Everything is perfect. We were here for both the beginning of the end, and the end of the beginning.”

Luna pointed to just above Ginny's heavily pierced cunt, where the slaaneshi tattoo sat above her sex. Now inside the circle of the tattoo, was a lightning bolt, reminiscent of Harry's scar.

Luna leaned over. "They all look like that now."

Syyn looked at her "all what? What all?" before Syyn craned her head to look down between her unnaturally firm tits.

Luna nodded. "All-all. This was a plan thousands of years in the making. And Your Daughter broke the future. It should be interesting. If someone went back in time, and fucked Hitler’s grandmother, married her and they moved to another continent what would that have meant?"

Harry Syyn and Cho all looked at one another but didn't know how to respond to Luna's statement.

Luna rubbed a birthmark on the baby's left shoulder. It looked like the capital letter I bisected by a thunderbolt. Then she rubbed the infant’s other shoulder, which had a birthmark in the shape of the tattoo of her mom's goddess, also with a thunderbolt in the center of the circle portion.

"Have you chosen a name?"

Syyn looked up from her daughter. "Lily... Lily Eris Potter."

Luna grinned. "Oh, that's perfect! Chaotic good, indeed."

Harry just shook his head. His beautiful daughter was fine. His sexy wife had just orgasmed for 3 hours straight, and his slut-slave was subtly wiping up spots of Syyn's cunt-spray whenever the staff wasn't looking, before licking her finger clean. When she noticed Harry’s eyes upon her, Cho winked, and then wrapped her serpentine tongue around her finger three times, before retracting it like rope off a spool.

Harry squeezed Syyn’s hand as he leaned down to kiss their baby daughter on the forehead. He had such a weird life but he wouldn't trade this for anything.

Luna patted Harry on his shoulder. "Oh. Hermione and Ron should be home within the week."