Ronni plucked at her uniform, as it formed around her supple body. The fit tight and revealing, Ronni blushed at how it cleaved to her fleshy thighs. Still masculine enough in his mind to picture them wrapped around his broomstick. But now feminine enough to imagine them crushing some manly torso in their embrace.
As she plucked at the uniform jumper, she was stopped momentarily, as the name tag was visible inside it. Veronica Delilah Weasley was stitched on a tag. It took her another moment, as she felt the embrace of her new formed bra tighten. The girls lifted and contained in a way that made her both proud and self-conscious. The weight already burdensome on her shoulders. That concern displaced as the felt her underwear shift. Her panties drifting, diving like a pearl fisherman for the depths of her ass cleavage. The binding tightness of her skirt, preventing her from ripping it free.
Shaking her head in a futile denial, only her hair flashed back and forth across her face. Reality was as immutable as ever... Well, her current reality with these massive, heavy, unwieldy titties, and that equine ass. A pang of sympathy, that she'd displaced Ginny as the first female Weasley at Hogwarts. Was displaced by a sense of envy that Ginny wasn't as defined as these curves. Her body was more suited for Quidditch, and not simply made for sexual athletics.
A doubt was planted, was she still Gryffindor goalie? Or now reduced to being a cheerleader... a prize for Harry to hoist. She shuddered at the idea... and it's siren appeal both wrong, but still so seductive.
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