Hermione's Bad Hair Day (FTF AP)

 

Hermione had a problem. A trivial one, but a problem nonetheless! Her hair just wouldn't stop frizzing up no matter what she tried, she was at her whit's end and decided the best way to solve this problem was through… MAGIC! However, after her unsuccessful attempt at a beauty spell to sort out her messy frizzy hair, Hermoine went to the library to review her notes to see what had gone wrong....she was a very able witch and was annoyed her attempts this far didn't work.

Once she entered the library she found a secluded corner in the back to try the spell again, away from the eyes and ears of anyone else trying to study. As she looks over the spell again she notices the pages were stuck together, half of the spell one page but when she skipped the page. It was half of a DIFFERENT spell all together! After studying the different page, she concluded it was a part of an alternative beauty spell. After mulling it over for a bit she said to herself,

"A beauty spell is a beauty spell right? But the last part… merlin's beard!" She said as her blood ran cold, "That's a were curse!"

As she went to close the book, the light of the full moon shone onto the page. As the light hit the words they glowed a bright pink as Hermione was blown back by a wave of magical energy! After a minute or so, she picks herself up and shakes off the dust, as she looks up at the moon in the night sky,

"Nnggh..what the?"

She doubles over, the petite witch feeling dizzy as she feels a VERY strange sensation sweeping over her. As she falls to her knees she attempts to brace herself against the floor with her hands, that's when she notices something... Off.

"W-wait.. Where my nails always this long?"

She feels a wave of warmth pass over her body as her hands pop and crack, knuckles moving as the bones change and shift

"Nngghh N-no!"

The sleeves of her blouse and sweater slide up her changing forearms as they stretch, becoming much too small for her growing body. Her clothes get tighter as her body grow's in height (and curves), her flats of her shoes stretch, the leather straining as her feet grow several sizes. She falls onto her back as her slim, short legs, lengthen and thicken with feminine tone and shape. Calves bulge under her tights as they strain against their nylon prison, thighs harden and rip free! Exposing Hermione's(?) shapely tanned legs. She feels a tingling in her rear as her hips widen and strain her already tightening skirt,

"O-Oh nngh my skirt is gonnaa~!"

Her ass swelled against the fabric of her skirt, ripping it, allowing anyone who happened to pass bye to see her much more tan heart shaped bum, and swallowing up her panties.

 After her lower body was ravaged by the were curse her upper body was next. Her shoulders broaden as her arms lengthen causing the stitches of her already too tight blouse to rip, revealing her tanning skin and slightly toned midriff, she feels her skirt slide up her firm tan thighs as she stands. Once upright, she felt a tightness developing in her chest as her formerly small breasts began to push out, filling up with soft womanly fat.

She pulls her sweater up over her head, flinging it into the corner as she moans, leaning back and bracing herself against a wall, her white blouse straining as the bra stretches further and further past its limits!

"OOOOH Fuck… Too tight~!"

As the buttons strain, the gap between them widens before they...

POP 

POP 

...Right off, allowing her tanned breasts to hang free, glistening with sweat in the moonlight. As she stands panting against the wall she feels the all too familiar tingling feeling all over her face. Her moans change pitch to that of a sexier, more mature English woman. She feels the bones in her face rearranging as she becomes a completely different woman than she was when she entered. She feels her muscles tighten across her whole body and gain the strength needed to carry her now much larger assets. As she stretches out her longer arms, her face nearing it's end as she felt her lips swell up a bit, eliciting a husky,

"Mmm fuck yeah~"

And last (but certainly not least) her frizzy hair erupts into chestnut brown curls bouncing over her shoulders as the were-curse transformation comes to an end. Where Hermione Granger once stood, and absolute bombshell stood in her place, shredded clothes and all. As she ran her hands through her hair she took one more glimpse out at the moon her eyes glazed over, she straightened up her posture and had a small smile on her face.

"My, My, Kelly. You've really outdone yourself here."

'Kelly' looks down at her shredded outfit

"First things first though… I really need something to wear."

She picked up the discarded wand and waved it around, repairing her shredded clothes and reforming then into a beautiful dress which showed off her newfound gains in the chest department and a handbag to match.

As she readies herself for a night out on the town, she realizes something

"How am I going to get out of here without anyone noticing?"

It was going to be a looong night for the newly named… Kelly.