Chapter 5 - Finale

 The boys put the paintings in the dorm and suddenly Hermione was getting flooded with attention from her fellow male Gryffindors. “Hermione, was that really you?”

“Of course not!” she said, trying to act indignant. “Can’t you see Harry and Ron are trying to pull a prank on me? I swear…” 

 Though they stopped asking questions, Harry knew her paintings were garnering so much attention that guys from the other houses heard about them and wanted to come over and see them. “Hermione, we can be rich doing this!” Ron told her. “Just imagine.” 

 Hermione was imagining something else entirely. 

 After her successful encounter with the giant she was desperate for more. 

 Something that went beyond the pleasures of the earthly realm…



 Hogs could not believe what he witnessed in the painting. My sweet Hermione. Humiliated like this. That a girl as sweet as she would end up fuckmeat for that giant was entirely his fault. I never should’ve come inside of her. Ah, damn it, what have I done? I need to undo it… 

 The ghost considered trying to write a message to Dumbledore himself somehow. What if Hermione got worse and worse? What if all that ghostly cum moving around in her head was going to make her sleep with a dragon next? I doubt they’d be as friendly. Bloody hell, she’s going to get herself killed! The light of his life, put out forever.  

 The mere notion of having to say goodbye to her was intolerable. How could he not see those sweet curves when they were only seconds away from maturity? How could he not enjoy watching her sleep every night and get in bed next to her to feel those full breasts? If they found out about what I’ve done, I’d be banished forever.

 As he went about the Gryffindor area, Hogs heard the other students talking about some big event they wished to attend. “Will Hermione be there?” one of the guys asked Ron.

“I don’t think so. She wants to study. You know how she is.” 

 Hermione? Alone? That would give Hogs the perfect opportunity to undo what he had done, or at least try. 

 The fat ghost drifted through the wall to check on Hermione and see what she was doing. He found her reading on the bed, wearing barely anything. The flimsy white dress she wore hid nothing away, and was so thin that the sun coming through the window perfectly silhouetted the shape of breasts underneath.

 Hogs got closer, already forgetting about what he had planned. Each time he saw those juicy breasts, he simply lost control of himself. As he stood next to the bed intending to reach over and touch them, Hermione’s gaze swiveled over. The brown eyes narrowed on him, her dark locks dazzling in the noon light. She looks like a princess! A princess!  

“You’ve kept your creeping about to the night, but not anymore, is that it?” 

 The ghost gulped. “Are you speaking to me?”

“Of course I’m speaking to you, you nitwit.” 

 For the first time, they were in a direct conversation. “My sweet Hermione,” said Hogs, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. So she can see me! I wasn’t crazy! “How long have you known?”

 Her nose wrinkled thoughtfully. “I’m not sure. I started seeing you ever since that day with Snape. And I’ve slowly remembered the rest.” 

 Put face to face with the girl he had so rudely assaulted, Hogs wasn’t sure what to say. Though he was still only a ghost, his voice trembled. “I’m… deeply sorry…” 

“Shush. Your sorries are completely useless to me. Having said that, there is a way you could make yourself useful.” 

 Desperate to make her happy, the ghost perked up at once. “Tell me how! I’ll do so at once.” 

 Hermione smirked. “Aren’t you a dear? Well, here you go.” The beauty opened the book she was reading and plucked a piece of paper, then held it in front of him. 

 Hogs trembled as soon as he saw the names. “These are evil spirits.” 

“Evil?” Her eyes went wide with incredulity. “You came inside of my head as I lay asleep. You used my young body t-”

“I know!” Hogs lowered himself at the bedside. “I am a most vile creature, I know.” 

“That’s why you’ll do as I ask. And then I might consider forgiving you. If you don’t, I can think of other ways to deal with you. Some books in the library are quite specific about how to trap ghosts.” 

“No, no, no, that won’t be necessary…” 

“Good. Have it ready by Saturday.” 

 Hogs left her room feeling reprimanded, worried for what their relationship held at stake. What she asked of him to do now was completely irresponsible. There is no way these spirits would ever heed my call.

 Not when I’m…

 The fat ghost suddenly felt a revelation dawning upon him. He drifted back into Hermione’s room. “You again,” she said. “My roommates will be back soon.” 

“I was a muggle originally!” he told her. “That’s why you can see me!” 

 Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not a muggle. My parents are muggles.” 

“I think I was. And I think that’s why you can see me. The seed must have…” He began to think but found her staring at him with a displeased look. Even though she could see him, he was unsure whether or not she knew what had been done to her brain. 

 But of course, it made sense! Wizards only saw the ghosts of other wizards, and they assumed muggles saw nothing. But it was possible that muggles had ghosts of their own muggle kind that wizards were unaware of, and the ghosts of both could see each other just as wizard and non-wizard mortals.

“Will you do as I asked or not?!” snapped Hermione impatiently. 

 My seed must have brought her brain down to that of a muggle again, thought Hogs, starting to wonder to what extent it could go. 



 Hogs truly set out with all the intentions of fulfilling Hermione’s wishes. 

 Unfortunately for the both of them, however, the names she wrote down for him to track down were out of reach and far beyond his means. All of them ghosts of wizards of great power and renown. Hermione certainly put her hopes up high. 

 However, if his theory was correct then Hermione would likely be unable to see ghosts of wizards at this point. In which case, Hogs could think of several friends that could help him along… 

 They were not friendly ghosts that lived in Hogwarts, but he knew how to find them well enough. One of them was a perverted old wizard, Henry. In life he kept trying to cast shrinkage spells on the clothes of younger girls to mess with them, always perfecting his craft; then one day a girl that had more of a temper than shrunk him instead, and he had unceremoniously been stepped on by something or someone and woke up dead. 

“I suppose I can be of some assistance,” said Henry, still toying with his ghostly wand as if he meant to cast a spell. “But she better be a looker.” 

 The other was a brute by the name of Irwin. An immense wizard obsessed with casting the most perilous of spells till one of them finally killed him. Hogs knew he was fat, shamefully so, but Irwin looked more like an ogre, even in his ghost form. Still filling up the space of his mostly destroyed lab, the bald-headed freak shrugged his shoulders. “A girl? Why would I care?” 

“Because you’ll get to feel her! Flesh and blood, and all yours!” 

 The huge head shook. “Why should I give pleasure to her? What do I get in return?” 

“I am not asking you to fuck her for pleasure, dear Irwin,” said Hogs as nicely as he could. “Your powers of destruction are what’s needed. You see, her attitude has taken a turn for the worst with all sorts of experimentation and a strong” - Cock? thought Hogs - “hand is needed to rein her in.” 

 As soon as he understood that there was to be violence, the dead wizard nodded. 

 Hogs’ final choice was a ratty bastard by the name of Morgan. A hairy, skinny thing that spent all the energy he could muster manipulating shinies so he could take them back to his lair. A hobo if there ever was one, but Hogs was not being picky. 

 The more he thought about it, the more the idea of these bastards having their way with Hermione interested him. After all, maybe this would be bad enough that it taught her a lesson forever. She needed to remain a good girl that occasionally made Hogs happy, not some filthy whore that wanted to fuck the world. 

 I’ll fix her. I’ll make her back the way she was, thought the ghost optimistically.

 

 Hermione stayed behind in the Gryffindor dorm as the other students took off. She knew that Hogs was about to show up with the ghosts she requested, and the curvy hottie was taking her time making her body look its best. Looking at herself in the mirror, she painstakingly cast spells to cover up any imperfection she might have and put as much glamor into her look as possible. 

 The lace bra she wore was so flimsy that when she pulled on one of the straps to adjust it she could see it stretch near the tearing point. Panicked, she let go and it snapped back into place. 

 They’re going to like me, thought Hermione confidently, running her fingertips over her soft tummy. In the past this kind of self love would have appalled her; but now she understood that her body was the most important thing. 

 Plus, these ghosts likely knew a lot. If it goes well, who knows what I’ll learn? 

 She got on the bed and spread her legs, looking irresistible, waiting for Hogs to arrive. 

 When the fat old ghost finally showed up Hermione had nearly fallen asleep. “You’re alone!” she spat, rising with disappointment from the bed.

“Alone?” He looked left and right. “No, no, no, I’m with my friends. You just can’t see them. Wait, maybe they can show you.” 

 Hermione felt a sudden icy chill passing through her entire body and giving her goosebumps. It happened two more times. A smile crept upon her lips. “So they’re here.” 

 The Gryffindor rolled happily across her bed, then lifted her ass and slightly wiggled it. “Ask them how they want me.” 

 

“I can’t feel it!” Henry was yelling at him, his ghostly hand moving over her ass. “Why can’t I feel it?” Morgan still stood aside warily and Irwin floated over to the front to look at her head.

“You must all concentrate in order to feel it.” 

 Hogs went over and effortlessly cupped a feel of Hermione’s ass in his hand. God, but it feels good. So warm and soft. It almost killed him to have to see the other three here with him. But after this, we’ll be living happily ever after. Well, one of us will be living…

“Look at her empty little head,” said Irwin, moving his strong fingers through her locks. Hermione could feel it and started to giggle. 

 As he looked down at the plump ass, Hogs could feel his own dick throbbing powerfully. He took it out and settled himself behind the student, then stuck it inside of her. It wasn’t half as good as fucking her tight brain, but that would have to wait. 

“Oh~” Hermione moaned.

“She l-likes it?” stammered Morgan, now approaching. 

 The fat Hogs started fucking his precious Hermione as the other threes admiringly moved their hands across her body. “This is brilliant,” said the Gryffindor with another happy chuckle. “I wouldn’t have imagined you could get even one person from my list. You’re more than what I would assume going by your appearance.” 

 As their eyes met, Hogs tried to look unfazed and went on fucking her, his fingers squeezing her tiny waist. “Oh, yes. Anything for you, princess.” 

 Indifferent to his fucking, Hermione rolled again, this time on her back, and stretched out every limb. “I want all of you to take me. To have your fun at once. How many are there?” 

“Four of us,” said Hogs. 

 Her bright brown eyes shone. “Yes, go on ahead and enjoy yourselves. Do your worst.” 

 Hogs proceeded to get between Hermione’s legs in attempt to fuck her pussy, though the others were still experimenting. Henry kept passing his ghostly hand over her breasts and got excited as he began to feel them. Irwin took his big veiny cock out and left it hanging through her face. And Morgan was simply trying to hold her hand. 

 As the old ghost pushed his cock deeper inside of her, Hermione grabbed both her nipples and squeezed, cooing breathlessly. “What are they doing to me?” she asked. “I want t-ughngmghf.” 

 Irwin had his cock in her mouth the entire time that she was speaking, but it materialized only during the end of her voice, penetrating all the way into her skull. The huge wizard looked down at her in his ghost form, looking pleased. Hermione still couldn't see him, but she could feel his cock, and immediately began moving her hand up and down the shaft. 

 The other two were gaining confidence from what they saw and felt up her entire body, getting horny enough that their hands were starting to pass over her curves instead of through them. You’re going to get it now, Hermione, thought Hogs. I can’t believe you’ve turned into such a bad girl! 

 For the Gryffindor, though, there was only pleasure. The only thing that could feel better than getting fucked by a giant like Hagrid was being touched by old hands and experienced dicks that knew exactly how to take her. And that could take every part of her. 

 As she lay there sucking on the ghostly cock in her mouth, felt a deathly cool passing through her heart that made her tremble all over. Chills spread through her body and goosebumps went up all over her skin, her gasp muffled by the big cock that filled her mouth. 

“Look at me!” Morgan told Hogs. The ratty bastard positioned himself to fuck Hermione’s throat and was inserting his dick right over her heart. “I always wanted to be a heartbreaker, heh heh heh.” 

 It took all the strength in the world for Hogs to move his hands away from Hermione’s supple skin and pull him off. “You’re going to kill her! Just be normal, you goddamned filth!” 

 Hermione wasn’t completely aware of what was happening, but it was all so out there that the radical newness of the experience was enough to thrill her. She had never felt a ghost going through her heart, and certainly not two others were fucking her pussy and her mouth.

 As her lovely brown eyes gazed up into the ceiling, she could feel two firm hands grabbing her head, icy fingers holding it in place. The dick slammed so deep into her throat that she gagged and choked - her dainty limbs flailed and boobs swayed, but the head stayed in place commanded by the godlike force. 

 Irwin pushed his dick until he could feel a part of it going past the back of her throat to enter even deeper into the interior of her skull and released some cum, groaning so loudly in his bestial pleasure that Hogs was scared the other Hogwarts ghosts might hear him. 

 Hermione felt a tingle at the side of her head making her thoughts fuzzy. Now, as she gazed up as before, she could see a huge man standing on top of her, eyes bulging out of an unpleasant, murderous-looking face as he stared right down. Which one of them is he? wondered the impeccable student, unable to recognize him as any of the ghosts she had requested of Hogs. 

“You weren’t kidding,” the ghost said in a thick accent. “Nothing is tighter than her head.”

“Let me have a go!” said another voice. This time a second figure joined the first, an old man that was goofy in appearance. Her ear tickled, then felt cold as he began to push against it. 

 The Gryffindor could feel the ghostly cock enter her brain and went numb all over. The pleasure of having her brain used was so intense that she could not even think. Whether or not these people were the ghosts she requested no longer mattered. What mattered is that they felt amazing. 

 Hermione wanted to thank them for being so good to her; but no words were appropriate.

 In reality, the two were screwing with her poor brain so much that she could not have even spoken in that moment if her mouth were empty. 

 The old cocks were not nearly as gentle as Hogs had been the first time, and he had done quite a number on her back then as well. “Easy there, gentlemen,” he warned them. “Easy. She’s still a young girl.” 

 Irwin turned to him with an angry look. “Young? Is this what young looks like these days? This is a breeding sow that should’ve been used by now. Prime meat like this is only good while it’s fresh.” 

 Hogs gulped, unwilling to challenge the much older ghost. He wasn’t happy to hear them talking about his beloved like this, but maybe this would be a lesson to her. Only Hogs can treat you right, my dear. Just look at these savages. 

 Morgan knelt at the side of the bed, watching her flat tummy rise with her violent breaths. “Do you think we could breed her?” asked the crazed ghost, a wild look in his eyes. “I’ve never had kids…” 

“Of course not!” said Hogs. “You’re a bloody ghost!” 

 The scrawny Morgan shivered and rose, then straddled Hermione and brought his dick down on her stomach, first rubbing against it but then pushing through it go down and fuck her womb. “I want to try. Won’t hurt to try.” 

 Seeing his two friends fucking the Gryffindor’s head made Hogs miss the tightness of her brain. He got up and joined with them from the other side, positioning himself so all three could start fucking through her ksull at once. The benefits of being a ghost. 

 Hermione appeared to be in a state of complete mental disarray as they plunged in and out of her tender brain, leaving her senseless and speechless. Her body twitched, the occasional emotion playing upon her lips. But for the most part, her eyes were completely open as if she had entered a transcendental state, drool trickling down the sides of her mouth. 

 Even Morgan now got confident enough to fuck her as was proper and spread her legs open, all four of the ghosts now grounded enough that they could handle her body however they wanted. But none of the three penetrating into her head were tempted enough to let go of her sweet brain.  

 From the way her eyes fluttered, Hogs could tell that his sweet princess was getting close to coming. Her mouth twisted awkwardly, lips trying to produce a sound. He pulled out and ordered the orders to do the same. “Let’s hear what’s got to say.” 

 The moment her brain was free again, Hermione began to giggle and hugged her tits against her chest, rubbing her palms over them. “My… Want… Fafa~” she declared, as if it made all the sense in the world.

“What’s she trying to say?” asked Henry. 

“Who cares?” said Irwin, sticking it back inside, this time through her eye. Hermione’s eyes both rolled in pleasure as the dick impaled her brain and reached down to touch herself with a hand she could barely control. Hogs and Henry did not want to lose on the moment and buried themselves into her again as well. 

 Hogs could tell that there was a certain tension between the three of them. He did not want to hurt Hermione, but the other two were clearly competing to see which one could screw her up more with the way their cocks hit the inside of her head, and he did not want to be the loser of the group. 

 So he used his previous experience to hit Hermione where it would make her react the worst. Her mouth began to move again, babbling incoherently as she appeared to be going through old memories. Irwin grinned to see the damage they were doing. “That’s right. Give it to this bloody whore! Give it to her!” 

 Hogs suspected that it might’ve been too much, but in the heat of the moment all three ghosts brainfucked her savagely, using their cocks as if they were daggers stabbing right her to death. Hermione puckered up her mouth as if she were ready to give a kiss, the muscles of her face going crazy, then cooed as she started to come. 

 The huge ghost gave her head a debilitating smack and pushed his monstrous cock so deep into her brain that Hogs could see some of the previous ectoplasm he had seeded right into her skull leaking out the ear. 

 Hermione began to shake so wildly that Morgan was needed to hold her down. But Hogs could see that she was not only coming, but pissing herself at the same time, a bright jet leaving her pussy to paint the beds of her roommates. 

 As she lay there in bed, Hermione barely processed much of anything beyond the wave upon wave of pleasures washing over her. Memories were starting to get interwoven with the present, past fears with current exuberances; as she rubbed her pussy she could not even tell that she was pissing herself instead of coming, simply assuming the heat came from the cum that was inside her, completely forgetting the three ghosts that were deeply embedded in her brain instead.

 Irwin looked right into her eyes as he came, releasing rope upon rope of ghostly seed into her skull. Henry and Hogs followed suit, unleashing every drop that their cocks still had, filling her poor head up with so much ectoplasm that it dripped out of both her ears and came out of her eyes as ghostly tears. 

“Mwagintepy~” she said happily.

“That’s right,” said Irwin with a grin. 

 Hogs could tell that they had gone a bit far in the way they abused her brain. Even now that they pulled out Hermione seemed little better or more aware of her circumstances than before. Morgan rushed and stroked himself right over her face, jizzing not inside of her skull but over the Gryffindor’s pretty little face. 

“Dawaiofmtwaqh…” 

 Henry leaned in and pulled one of her eyelids open. “Say, my dear Hogs, are you sure she’s going to be all right? She seems a bit… off.”

 Irwin grabbed hold of one of her nipples and twisted it, then slapped her breast to make it jiggle. “All the good parts of her are in working order.”

“We should kill her,” Morgan suggested. “Kill her and make her a ghost forever.” 

“You’ll do no such thing!” Hogs yelled. “Gentlemen, our business is concluded. Now, if you please, I’ll see you all later.” 

 Irwin dragged Morgan away and Henry grimaced one last time as Hermione lay there naked and twitching in braindead ecstasy. 

“I tried to convince you to be a good girl,” Hogs told her in a gentle tone, “but you wouldn’t listen. Now, at least, you’ll be safe. Your friends and I will take good care of you.” 

 Hermione gasped and flashed him a moronic smile. “Tunwahtbtnelf.”

“Yes.” Hogs gently caressed her rising and falling tummy. “All is well now.” 



 Harry covered Luna’s mouth as he finished her off, keeping her from shrieking as before. Though the Slytherins promised that she had been broken in properly by this time, the blonde was still not quite in the state to take everything he had to dish out. His needs were becoming more violent and edgy, while she remained the same airhead slut. 

 It was not because she was unwilling to give herself to him - the little whore was happy each time someone wanted to use her, and even more glad when boys from the other houses came over to make use of the blonde little pussy. She just wasn’t built for this type of treatment, and no amount of breaking in could change that. 

 All girls were equally sluts, but not all sluts were equal in skill.

“Come on, Potter,” snapped Draco unpleasantly. “We told you you’re allowed to fuck her, not use her for the whole semester. Now hurry up, others have been waiting for their turn forever. Where is Granger, anyway?” 

 Just then, Ron entered the bathroom pushing Hermione in her wheelchair. Harry finished pumping Luna a couple more times, the sounds of her ass smacking against him echoing in the bathroom, then came inside of her and pulled out with a grin on his face, as she sobbed. “You did well,” he told her, giving her a kiss on the mouth that made the desperate Luna happy enough to shut up. 

“Come, Ron, they’ve all been waiting.” 

 The Slytherins went ahead and began to grope Hermione uninvited as she lay in her chair. Nowadays she was completely unable to speak in full sentences, or even properly understandable words, but every so often she could communicate a tiny thing. 

 Draco slapped her face around a little. “Wake up, Granger.” He wiped a bit of drool from the side of her mouth and held droopy eyelids open. Despite her overall idiocy, her eyes appeared to be oddly awake. “What do you say when you see your betters, you pathetic, shitty mudblood?”

 Hermione gasped and slowly opened her mouth. As one of the boys squeezed her breasts, she whispered, “Good~” 

 They all cackled grimly. “Good, eh? I guess that will do for now. That’s about as much as one can expect from the likes of you.” Draco brought his dick straight into her mouth and began to facefuck her. 

 Standing nearby, Ron and Harry shared a look. “Did you fuck Luna yet?” asked the redhead. 

“I did, I did. Didn’t you see? Honestly, I’m getting a little tired of her.”

“Hermione is much better. Weird reactions aside, I suppose.”

“I’ve been thinking about your sister.”

 Ron gulped. “Ginny? But…”

“But what? I know she’s your sister, Ron, but she’s still a useless slut.” Harry grabbed his friend by the arms and gave him a portent look. “You do know that, right?”

“Yeah… I guess I do.” 

 Harry beamed. “You know better now. All these girls are fucking whores. Female wizards can’t be anything else.” 

 If Ron wasn’t entirely certain, the idea became solidified as he watched Hermione getting dragged out of her chair like a sex toy, stripped and then used for the pleasure of the Slytherins. “You’re right.” 



 LATER... 

 In the months to follow, everyone experienced the effects of practicing slut magic in a school full of horny wizards, young and old, living or not. The atmosphere suddenly changed throughout the school, from the members of the different houses all the way up to the staff that embraced the new male-centric lifestyle.

 Some of the female students and female teachers weren’t happy with how misogynistic things became, but the male professors enjoyed their young students too much to give it up, and soon a new norm of treating women as inferior fucktoys was established throughout the entire school. Dumbledore now invited a girl up to his quarters every night for a hearty talk, and when they returned they were changed into good and obeying slaves to the young wizards around them.

 The paintings of Hermione that were previously kept to the Gryffindor quarters were now exposed on the main staircase while others were taken down. Sir Nicholas found the newly arrived ghosts so distasteful that he rarely made himself seen anymore, the hallways instead getting surrendered to Henry, who liked to spy on the girls and taught many of the same cheap tricks to the Ravenclaw boys; Irwin, who egged the male students to do worse and worse and nearly kill the poor things, and thus greatly impressed the Slytherin that took him in as their resident ghost; and Morgan who was crazy enough that the Hufflepuffs wanted to help him as they might a stray dog, which occasionally led to surrendering one of the girls to his sick impulses. 

 Hermione remained the celebrity of Gryffindor and most of the school, with the professors still giving her the very best grades despite her mentally limited state. So long as she remained the best fucktoy around, it was hard not to spoil her. 

 Even Hagrid was offered a job of teaching within a proper classroom. The Arts of Fucking became his responsibility, with the giant giving the male students a lesson in how to break in their female classmates by fucking one right before them until she came so hard that she begged Hagrid to impregnate her.

 Only Hogs remained largely unknown, but that was also how he liked it. His three bastard friends underplayed his role and most of the school couldn't even see him. But he had his precious Hermione, and that was all that mattered. Knowing that she could no longer get herself in harm’s way was enough to make him content.  

 Each day the Gryffindor boys delivered her helplessly sextoy body to the new bedroom that was now entirely her own, Hogs lay next to her as if they were husband and wife, struggling for hours to communicate with her through her broken words till she finally fell asleep. 

“This is the good life”, he would tell her, staring wistfully out the window at the starry sky. 

 But like all husbands, he would at times get the urge to seek others. And then he slipped out of bed and went to roam the dorms, looking for the right girl whose brain might break for him as Hermione’s did. In time, all the female students would be just as obedient and quiet as she was. 

