This choice: Draco bluffs, about better defensive spells, gloating over Vikki's weakness. • Go Back...Chapter #6Draco bluffs, about better defensive spells. by: Mr. George   As Goyle runs a hand back and forth over his chin terrified that it's feeling smoother, and more feminine. He's convinced himself that he's already cursed. His voice cracking in protested denial.
Sniggering and giggling to themselves the girls remain hidden in the alcove. Pansy shifts her hand pointing now to Goyle instead of Draco. Still fuming about being dismissed so thoroughly and so publicly she has a score to settle with him. However, it's clear that Goyle is the one readiest to believe in their own transfiguration.
Daphne shifted her hand aside giving her a clear line of sight, and room to wave her wand. Her lips moved as she silently chanted the spell.
Instantly Goyle's hand leapt from caressing his chin to land atop his head. The tingle was too intense to ignore. But thankfully, his hand landed with a resounding slap atop his close cropped head.
However, that just made it all the more obvious as hair erupted between his fingers. A second hand joined the first to somehow staunch the hair endlessly gushing from his scalp.
"No... No..." He squeaked, his voice cracking as he protested. "I'm Gregory Goyle... I'm Gregory Goyle." he repeated the words like a mantra, while Draco looked on with mounting horror. If his two 'friends' were struck down, surely his reckoning wasn't far behind.
Vikki didn't share the same look, either of sympathy or fear. The worse had already happened to her, she was blessed with a body that'd make a succubus blush with envy.
Another unseen flick of Daphne's wand, and the tingle switched to Goyle's face. The hair continued to gush forth, as his hands dropped to hide his face. His skin wasn't just prickling, it felt like brushes were working their way back and forth across his face.
His mind only jumping to make-up, when he felt the lush, refreshing taste on his lips. Unfamiliar, but still unmistably he was now wearing lipstick. And he now had the lips to wear it too.
At least, he still had his clothes. The plain grey sweatsuit was the same. With unwizardly patience, he worked to hone his body as well as his magical skills. Some, Many Slytherins held disdain for such physical exertion. Too much, like muggle work, or suitable only for mudbloods who didn't know how to use a wand.
Goyle's hands muffled his warble of fear, as the tingles shifted. Abandoning his face, they worked now on his torso. A mane of dark hair rustled back and forth over his shoulders as he shook his head 'No!'.
Daphne was in her full swing, and working on the final stages of Goyle's changes. With three stabs of her wand, the magic invisibly shot towards Goyle. He squeaked in outrage, at the itching beneath his nipples. Intensifying, so demanding of attention, and so sensitive. It was only rivaled for care as the ache building in his crotch.
He gasped and wailed, as the changes began in earnest. His chest swelling to a budding A-cup. That already felt too large to his cupping hands. His beautiful face held Draco's attention, and drew an envious look from Vikki. But the surge in growth, was matched by what felt like a snapping from his cock.
The girls bounced, firmly and settled quickly, as Goyle reached inside his sweatsuit bottoms. Fingers desperate to stop that retreat by any means necessary.
However, a curse came from his lips, and he snatched his hands back almost instantly. The withdrawn hands were transformed. Feminine and graceful, but it was the coating of pale pink on his nails that drew and held his attention.
He glared at them daring them to not vanish. An unheard giggle came from Pansy, as Daphne stabbed her wand three more times.
Goyle reacted as if punched. The blows landing in rapid succession. Each accompanied by a protest. The protest coming in higher and higher tones.
Draco felt glued to the spot, unable to abandon Crabbe and Goyle despite truly wanting to run.
Goyle's hands flapped at his side. As Daphne fired spell after spell in his direction. It was clear when Goyle lost hope, surrendering to the curse. Her sweatsuit clung tightly to her body, tightly enough to tell everyone absolutely that she was female from head to toe.
The A-cups were an almost fond memory, and the tingling was shifting. Her shoulders slumped, as she looked to Draco for some compassion. But saw only lust on his face.
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The half-reflection in the castle window, showed a lush witch that'd he'd ogle too. If he... she weren't looking out from behind those eyes.
"Y..You are attractive, ... and that gives you power..." Draco stumbled over the words, not entirely convinced or convincing.
A gasping moan, and Goyle blurted out, "I'm Gregory Goyle."
Vikki's brow furrowed in fury, she was blocked from saying her true name. Only the three friends knew the truth. At least, that's what Vikki believed. But a smile still played at the corner of her mouth, as Goyle's bust surged again.
Hands fluttering, she considered briefly pressing the girls back in, as if that'd stop their relentless growth.
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"Maybe, you need to embrace this..." Vikki suggested with a smirk, "Take a new name..."
Goyle's head shook, 'No', she was still fighting, when another sensual groaning gasp burst from her lips. Hands leaping to her ass. Draco's gaze belatedly shifted from her bust, to her rump. That's where the growth surge happened.
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"I'm Georgia Goyle..." she bleated as the growth surge hit. Panic filling her eyes.
"Welcome to the world of witches, and insecurity, Bitch." Daphne hissed.
Pansy sniggered, "Again... then we can do Draco."
Daphne didn't need any more invitation, a rapid series of stabbing gestures, and Goyle.
Goyle muttered under her breath, "That didn't work, bitch." her ire directed at Vikki.
"I'm still..." but her tongue caught, "Giselle Goyle." her eyes shooting wide. The compusion was real.
She tried again, "I'm. Giselle. Fuck, shit, damn it." even swearing sounding cute. She tried to surprise the spell and speed out the words.
"I'm Giselle Goyle." Her mouth still betrayed her.
She didn't notice as the final changes hit. The already over-ripe bust swelling, and over-stuffed ass surging.
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Draco and his friends tried to pry their feet free, but they still felt held in place, as incapable of movement as the stone beneath their feet.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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