Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. It was a week later and Hermione was sitting in her History of Magic class, nearly going out of her mind. Ever since the monstrous tentacle beast had filled her womb and tits with eggs, boys had refused to touch her. Even when she presented herself to them, holes dripping, massive breasts resting on her swollen, pregnant belly, and told them to rape her like the knocked up little cum-bucket that she was. They all just seemed to mutter some excuse and leave. Even Harry, her most enthusiastic rapist, had declined, saying that she was -~claimed -(TM). Until then, Hermione had thought that the boys were just turned off by her pregnancy, but now thought that it was some magical after-effect of the beast. It didn -(TM)t want any other dick inside her while she carried its young. A week without cock had been torture for the newly created slut. Naturally she had tried to take care of her perpetual horniness herself, but in another example of the beast -(TM)s cruelty she was unable to take herself over the edge. For hours and hours she had fingered, fisted and, thanks to her newfound incredibly flexibility, eaten out her hungry pussy with no orgasm to show for it. The end result was that her cunt now leaked a constant stream of pussy juices, her thighs forever slick and shiny with proof of her arousal. Her nipples were always hard, jutting proudly out from her swollen tits. In the last couple of days they had started lactating, a steady trickle of milk which quickly left any top she wore clingy and transparent. More clingy and transparent than normal, it should be said, as the curse kept her dressed in a whorish parody of a school uniform. Her mammoth tits were barely contained by a flimsy buttonless blouse, tied off to display her obscenely stretched belly. A tiny, pointless tie in Gryffindor colours rested on her cavernous cleavage. Her belt-like pleated skirt rode very low on her hips, displaying where her pubic hair used to be. She had magically replaced her -~Be my babydaddy -(TM) tattoo with another which read. -~Room for one more! -(TM). The skirt was only a couple of inches long, just enough to cover her drooling pussy when she was standing still. Knee high white socks and mary-janes with a chunky six inch heel completed the look. Somehow, she had managed to stagger her way to her classes, leaving a trail of cunt juices from room to room. In every class, she ignored her normal seating preference in the front row and stormed to the back. In every class, she ignored what the teacher was saying and spent the entire lesson madly frigging her insatiable cunt until the entire room smelt of her arousal. And in every class, she left the room frustrated, unable to cum, her ass and legs soaked from the puddle of pussy juice left behind on her seat. The teachers themselves never reacted to any of this, and in fact didn -(TM)t seem to notice the drastic changes in the previously perfect student. The biggest reaction Hermione had seen was Snape smirking as she ran into the potions dungeon, but he always smirked at her, so it could have meant anything. Hermione suspected that the book had something to do with the teacher -(TM)s apathy to her sudden hypersexuality, but had no mental space to investigate properly. This Monday morning she had woken feeling stranger than ever. She had felt something moving inside her womb, and looking down at her swollen belly could see small bulges pushing out from inside. The egg must have hatched! Joy had filled her at the idea of birthing this beast and finally emptying her womb. She had opened her legs wide and spread her cuntlips to encourage the creature outside, but no luck. The monster in her belly had seemed determined to stay there. So here she was in History of Magic. Professor Binns droned on about the giant wars or something, and Hermione was lazily fingering herself. She had just allowed her mind to drift off into a delicious fantasy of being raped by a giant when she felt something move inside her cunt. It felt like being fucked in reverse, as something emerged from her womb and pushed its way down towards her gaping entrance. It soon reached her probing fingers, and Hermione quickly withdrew them and looked down in time to see the head of a tentacle emerge from her hole. It was thick, purple and slimy looking, just like it -(TM)s daddy. A few more inches extended from her cunt, drawing a quiet moan as it pleasured her inner walls. It almost looked like she had a cock! This gave Hermione an idea, and she reached down and grasped the tentacle with both hands. Slowly she started stroking it, giving it the best handjob she could, hoping to draw more of the beast outside. At first, it seemed to be working. Inch after inch of thick tentacle pushed from her pussy, extending upwards until it reached above her belly button. The tentacle, and her busy hands, were clearly visible above her desk, but Hermione didn -(TM)t care. She would birth this beast on stage in front of the entire school if it meant she was finally able to cum. Harry, sitting next to her as usual, couldn -(TM)t help but notice her new arrival. He grinned and gave her a thumbs up before pointing to his clearly hard cock and mouthing the word -Soon -. He nudged Ron, one seat along, who looked over and immediately blushed a deep red before staring fixedly ahead. Ron hadn -(TM)t handled Hermione -(TM)s transformation well. In the common room on that first evening, he had nearly fainted upon seeing her skanky, pregnant new body. He looked like he might have a heart attack when Harry and Hermione had described, in lurid and explicit detail, the perversities they had conducted. Hermione didn -(TM)t care though. She no longer knew what she ever saw in that wimp. Even after her birthing when she became fuckable again she wouldn -(TM)t offer herself to Ron, he would have to grow some balls and rape her like a real man if he wanted access to her holes. The emerging tentacle suddenly changed tack, extending downwards towards her chair. Hermione was briefly confused until the tip of the tendril found her exposed asshole and forced its way inside. Hermione threw her head back in a mix of shock, pain and pleasure, her eyes open wide and her mouth agape. The tentacle moved deeper inside her ass until very little of it was actually outside her body. A straight line of thick alien shaft led straight from her cunt, across her taint and into her ass. It almost looked like she was using a double ended dildo. Almost. The tentacle was still travelling onward, out of one hole and deep into another. Hermione could feel it making its way through her bowels and suspected that she knew the creature -(TM)s plan. Like father like son, after all. The feeling of both her holes being utterly filled was incredible, the utter wrongness of giving birth to a monstrous creature in the middle of class only made the experience more sinfully pleasurable. Without her conscious control, her hands lifted themselves to her leaking breasts, pulled them out from her soaked top and started to squeeze. Thick milk sprayed from her engorged nips out onto her desk, some of it splashing onto Lavender Brown in the seat in front. Lavender didn -(TM)t seem to notice. Her monstrous child had reached her stomach now. Her belly, previously round and stretched from the creature stuffed into her womb, now displayed the path the tentacle had taken through her intestines. There was still a noticeable central lump though, and her pussy felt no less full. There was apparently still a way to go. The tentacle apparently agreed, and started its journey up her esophagus. She could feel it slowly working its way up her throat, and was finding it harder and harder to breathe. She tilted her head back and was pleased to see Harry -(TM)s face out of the corner of her eye. He was staring at the bulge in her throat, wide eyed, and the small part of Hermione still capable of thought was happy to see that some things could still shock the massive pervert. Two things happened as the head of the tentacle pushed its way out of her throat and into her mouth. First, her hands clenched in pleasure around her massive tits, causing a huge spray of milk that drenched Lavender -(TM)s back. She noticed this time, and whipped her head around in shock, causing her now soaked hair to flick milk at the girls around her. Lavender -(TM)s eyes widened in shock at the sight of Hermione -(TM)s tongue battling with the purple mouth-invader, but quickly closed again as another spray caught her full in the face. She couldn -(TM)t help but swallow some, and soon started licking herself clean of the surprisingly delicious milk. The second thing that happened was a thought that came unbidden to Hermione -(TM)s mind: Get to safety. Find a new host. The words kept looping in her brain, residual programming left behind by her mind-fuckers. Get to safety. Find a new host. An image came to her mind, unbidden. She knew where she must go. If she could leave the classroom that is. Indecent clothing, furious masturbation and birthing a live tentacle monster seemed to go unnoticed, but Hermione knew that any teacher, even Professor Binns, would have some pointed questions about a student just walking out of class. The normal option of asking for a toilet break was out of the question, seeing as her mouth and tongue were otherwise occupied by her slimy penetrator. She would have to sneak out and hope for the best. Binns wouldn -(TM)t take much stealth to evade, which was lucky given her lust-hazed mind. With some effort of will, Hermione stopped mauling her tits and slid under her desk. Soon she was kneeling in a puddle of her own milk and pussy juices. The fronts of her white socks soon became sticky and translucent. She moved onto her hands and knees and crawled towards the exit, her cartoonishly stuffed belly scraping the floor as she moved. All the while, the tentacle writhed inside her, threatening to burst from between her lips at any moment. Her skirt hid nothing from view as she crawled between the desks, and most of the class got a good look at her double-stuffed whoreholes, still squirting girlcum in a trail on the floor behind her. Every boy soon sported a raging hard-on, and most of the girls developed sticky panties. No-one said a word. After agonising minutes of crawling, she reached the door and escaped. She slowly wobbled to her heeled feet and tottered down the hallway. Her destination wasn -(TM)t far: the nearest boy -(TM)s toilets. Class was only halfway through, so she was unlikely to be interrupted. The tentacle head thrashed inside her mouth with excitement as she walked, and she tried to placate it with slow, sensual licks. She soon reached the toilets and slipped inside. Hermione was hit straight away with the mixed stenches of piss and semen. She sniffed heavily, glorying in the wonderful mixture, and moved quickly to the furthest cubicle. The smells intensified as she approached, and she opened the cubicle door to reveal the source. Ginny Weasley was sitting on the toilet, naked except for the ropes strapping her in place. Her hands were tied together behind the cistern, her legs attached to the cubicle walls such that they was spread wide. Her mouth was forced open by a ring gag. And she was covered from head to toe in piss and cum. Barely an inch of skin was clean on her petite frame. Her face was a mask of spunk, so much that her nose was blocked by the stuff. Her wide eyes barely seemed to register Hermione -(TM)s entrance and simply stared into space blankly. Her hair, out of pigtails now, was wild and matted through, plastered to her face and body as if glued into place. Her tiny breasts had still become a clear target and had a large concentration of seed spread across them, trailing down over her overflowing belly button down to her mound. And what a mess that was! Ginny -(TM)s little cunt was practically foaming with jizz, clearly full to bursting with sweet baby-batter. Her asshole was similarly leaky, steadily dripping cum into the toilet beneath her. Hermione could see a little into the toilet and saw the foul mixture of spunk and piss inside. The boys clearly hadn -(TM)t let the naked skank in the way prevent them from relieving their bladders. Perhaps they felt that they were doing the girl a favour by washing away some of the spunk. Or perhaps they just wanted a clearer canvas for them to add their own contribution. Tally marks adorned one wall, more than Hermione could quickly count, but she guessed there were at least a hundred. Not bad for a weekend -(TM)s work, Hermione had known where to find Ginny because she had been the one to tie the whore up. Her magically enforced celibacy had been made no easier by watching the ginger bitch being raped five times a day. Ginny had really started playing up the -~innocent teen -(TM) angle, pitching her voice up and even lisping occasionally. She was constantly bending and even tripping over to display her holes and always acted innocently curious when presented with a cock. The boys just lapped it up, enjoying -~corrupting the little girl -(TM) over and over again. Ginny always seemed to ensure that Hermione was around for her rapes as well, as if to rub it in that she was getting so much dick. Hermione had snapped on the Saturday morning after watching the little bitch being double-teamed by Fred and George. They had started by -~teaching -(TM) her what a spitroast was and finished by bouncing her between them, incestuous cocks in her ass and pussy. After the twins had filled her up and left, Hermione had grabbed the recovering Ginny by the hair and dragged her to the nearest boy -(TM)s toilets. At first the bitch had struggled, but after a few hard slaps Ginny had been strapped down and covered in magical tattoos. Her forehead said -~Human Toilet -(TM) while her cheeks instructed users to -~Piss Here -(TM). Her chest advertised -~Free Rape Victim, I -(TM)ll Never Tell -(TM). The -~Hermione -(TM)s Whore -(TM) tattoo on one breast was mirrored by a -~Beat Me -(TM) tattoo on the other, while her stomach was covered in abuse and encouragement, including -~I Want Your Abortion -(TM), -~Dog Fucker -(TM) and -~Piss In My Womb -(TM). Her spread legs simply read -~Fill Me The Fuck Up -(TM). As a finishing touch, Hermione had written -~Customer -(TM)s Served -(TM) on the wall before she left. Hermione had checked in on her human toilet a few times over the weekend, enjoying the ever increasing tally marks and ever decreasing cleanliness of the girl. On her first visit she had cast a spell she had found in the book to allow Ginny to survive purely on cum and piss, a spell she made sure to memorise for her own personal use later. Her second visit was to bring Harry along. Ginny -(TM)s eyes had lit up upon seeing her boyfriend, no doubt here to rescue her. Harry soon dispelled any hope by plugging her mouth with his hard cock and pissing down her throat, all while chatting casually with Hermione about some tricky Potions homework. He pulled out in time to cum on her face before leaving, never once looking his girlfriend in the eye. And now, two days later, Ginny was clearly broken. The tattoos could no longer be seen under the mass of sperm, and any hope of release had been shattered by Harry -(TM)s cruelty. She had become pure fuckmeat, nothing but three holes for men to cum and piss into. Hermione almost felt guilty. Almost. She had planned to release the skank that evening, and was sure the redhead would bounce back quickly enough and soon be bragging with the story of her weekend as a human toilet. Now though, Hermione had another use for the girl. She knew what she had to do, what her child wanted. She positioned herself so that she was straddling Ginny and sat, balancing on the redhead -(TM)s skinny, cum covered thighs. Hermione pressed herself against the cum-toilet, smearing her front with sticky sperm, and pressed her lips against Ginny -(TM)s, opening her mouth wide. The tentacle, clearly eager to move onto the next step, pushed through the ring gag and into Ginny -(TM)s mouth. The dazed girl finally seemed to register Hermione -(TM)s presence, her eyes widening and then focusing on Hermione -(TM)s as the tentacle began its journey down the redhead -(TM)s throat. Hermione winked at Ginny and placed a hand on each of their necks. She could feel the bulges created by the beast, feel the constant motion of it inside them.I Ginny started to writhe in her restraints as the tentacle reached her stomach, clearly worried by the rapid progress the creature was making. Hermione took this as her cue to properly stimulate the little bitch and started grinding on her lap. Her hands soon roamed around both of their bodies, smearing the copious cum everywhere. She could feel her breasts start to tingle and payed special attention to them, squeezing and stretching her chunky nipples. More and more of the tentacle spooled out of Hermione -(TM)s cunt, through her body and into little Ginny. The poor girl had her eyes squeezed shut now, overwhelmed by the sensation having her bowels penetrated. Suddenly, she moaned hard around the tentacle filling her throat, and Hermione instinctively knew why. The tentacle had finally reached fresh air again by emerging from Ginny -(TM)s asshole. It paused for a second, but there was only one place left to go. Ginny squealed in orgasm as her cunt was roughly penetrated. The beast wormed its way quickly to her cervix and pushed through until it had found a new home. The two girls made quite a sight. Joined, womb to womb, by one long tentacle, they frantically pressed their cum covered bodies against one another, their bellies bloated by the creature snaking its way through them. Ginny opened her eyes, and they shared a look, almost tenderly, as they realised that they were the most connected it was possible to be. Then the creature started fucking them properly. Both ends of the tentacle pushed rapidly back and forth, in and out of the girl -(TM)s wombs. The entire length started undulating within them, rubbing sensually along their passages. Both girls could feel their climaxes building, Hermione almost mindless now with the need for release. Eyes rolled back into heads, and tongues fell slack in their tentacle filled mouths. Both ends withdrew until they were barely inside either girl -(TM)s cuntholes and paused, causing the girls to whine involuntarily. With a sudden huge flex, the tentacle rammed into both girls so hard that a new lump pushed out from their already swollen bellies. The sluts screamed around the tentacles as they came, screamed loud enough for the noise to be heard in the corridor outside. They both thrashed against each other, copious girlcum squirting out and splashing everywhere. After minutes that felt like hours, Hermione stopped cumming. She went slack against Ginny, held up only by the tentacle inside her. She slowly became aware of a strange sensation around her tits. She looked down as best she could, trying to see past the tentacle still joining her face to Ginny -(TM)s. When she saw what was happening she had another small orgasm from the disgusting obscenity that she found. Hundreds of small, wormlike tentacles were emerging from Hermione -(TM)s nipples. They were purple, about a centimetre thick, and up to about 10 long. They pushed themselves from the ends of each nipple, forcing their way from the holes their daddy had made a week before. Some of them clung to her sticky skin and started to travel down her body, but the majority dropped straight from her breasts onto Ginny -(TM)s tiny chest. Hermione -(TM)s second orgasm seemed to stir the main tentacle into action, and it finally removed the last of itself from her womb. Soon it had sucked itself up into her asshole, as it poured into its new home: Ginny -(TM)s womb. Hermione relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of being slowly emptied as she watched the progress of her breast-babies. A few found Ginny -(TM)s nipples and soon opened them up, pushing their way inside her tiny tits. They soon filled up, and the rest of the worms moved slowly down, over the redhead -(TM)s rapidly swelling belly, towards her lower regions. The end of the tentacle reached Hermione -(TM)s mouth and she gave it a farewell lick as it finally left her body. She drew her head back in time to see the creature vanish down Ginny -(TM)s wide open throat. At the same time, the endless supply of breast worms ceased, and Hermione knew her job was done. She climbed of Ginny, shaking off the last of the worms, and stepped back to admire her handiwork. Ginny -(TM)s throat no longer bulged, and Hermione was sure that most of the creature was safely in her womb while the last of it worked through her guts. The worm things had reached Ginny -(TM)s stuffed pussy, but to Hermione -(TM)s surprise did not try to enter, instead flowing over and dropping into the toilet bowl. A flood of them passed over the girl and into the scummy water below. Hermione spotted one that had missed and landed on the disgusting floor and quickly bent to pick it up. She considered adding it to the bowl with its siblings but instead raised it to her own lips and swallowed it whole. It tasted of stale cum and piss, and she could feel it wriggling on its way down her throat. A comical popping sound indicated that Ginny -(TM)s ass had become free of tentacle, and Hermione had just enough time to see the last of it disappearing up into Ginny -(TM)s cunt. The girl looked like a massively knocked up little teen, her belly swollen to an absurd size on her slender frame. The last of the worms dropped into the bowl, and Hermione, realising what she had to do, reached over and flushed. The worms vanished down the drain, and Hermione knew that they would live on, and grow, inside the plumbing of Hogwarts. Bathroom visits were about to become much riskier for everyone, and much more fun. Ginny had passed out as she was filled, and was now slack in her bonds. Hermione took her wand and waved it, removing the ropes holding the knocked up slut in place. Boys wouldn -(TM)t touch her now, not until the tentacle beast moved on. That would show the little tease. Hermione straightened her cum covered clothes and strutted confidently out of the toilets. Class was almost over. She had some catching up to do, and she knew just the boy to rape her..