Harry felt his strokes getting weaker, his muscles more lethargic and knew it was time to head back to Gryffindor tower and his dorm room for the best nights' sleep he'd earned.
Surfacing, and feeling the water cascade down his body, Harry realised it was more than exhaustion. His muscles were reduced. Hell! His whole body had changed! It was abundantly feminine. An enormous chest pulling him...? Her! relentlessly back into the water. Even now, the water gushed down those generous slope, jetting off her nips, like some erotic fountain.
Needing to escape the water, and guessing it was somehow the cause. Harriet heaved herself up onto the side. It was a fuller, squishier arse that smooshed beneath her as she sat there. Gently drying herself off, a necessity after a brisk rubbing seemed both too harsh, and too exciting for her supple new flesh.
Her hair was a familiar knotted tangle, just a little longer. Glaring around the empty bathroom, she didn't spot a single soul ready to claim ownership of this prank.
Harry was mortified to realise his towel was now too petite to cover her transfigured body! Forming an impromptu apron, and keeping it tucked tight beneath her arms, it almost covered everything. Just a couple of loose flapping ends that didn't quite reach all the way around.
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