No one who could see the colossal Hermione at the eyes would have been able to know, or even guess what was going through her mind in those moments, not even the greatest and most powerful wizards and witches would have been able to know what was going through the mind of the gigantic witch teen.
To everyone's horror but Hermaione's pleasure the answer was quite simple. "MORE", was all Hermaione could think, her eyes roaming with delight and malice around everything she could observe. The feeling of growth was intoxicating and the adurations to her being that came from all the people below her and the knowledge that she was now virtually unstoppable only made Hermione feel better and better. Hermione was too engulfed in the sense of power. and pleasure that she wander no more and said the magic word.
"Abracagrowthra" The voice of the bushy-haired giant resounded throughout the area, using her fingers to target herself in the absence of a magic wand, to her delight the growth began again, but for Hermaione it was not enough, She needed more, she wanted more, so she screamed the magic word again 5 times more, growing more and more and more, being so big that now her naked body and titanic tits were beginning to be distinguished from space and it was visible in other areas of the world as it got bigger and bigger, but none of this mattered to Hermaione, she wanted to keep growing and growing.
How big will hermione grow? Who cares? Hermione just wanted to keep growing...
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