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Author's Note: This is the final chapter of Literal. It's also BY FAR the longest, so I hope you enjoy it. As always, feedback is encouraged at spacesamurai555@gmail.com.
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Chapter Five
The halls of Hogwarts were practically alive, so full were they with undulating bodies.
Luna marveled at brazen sexuality her fellow students (and, she noted with some trepidation, a few instructors) seemed to be displaying. Men, women, boys, girls, magical creatures, anthropomorphized objects, ghosts; there were pairings of all shapes, sizes, colors, and levels of corporeality.
Luna’s initial reaction was horror. When she tripped over a hedonistic girl’s furry cat tail which had clearly spawned after some sexist taunting (‘Here kitty kitty’) and ran into a newly-formed centaur (‘I hear you’ve got a real horse cock’), her gasp of shock was covered up by the frenzied mewling of a girl howling as she was being fucked from behind (‘Like a bitch in heat’). All around her, she was surrounded by odd expressions come to life: Statuesque beauties frozen in place, cocky pricks the size of a man standing fully erect, hot to trot girls sweating onto their hooves.
It was all very unusual, very freakish, very sexual.
Very understandable.
Luna realized that, for all her horror at what she saw, she wasn’t confused by any of it. If anything, this scene was more straightforward than most that she was used to. Everyone said what they meant, and did what they said. People were what other people told them they were. There were no jokes. There were no metaphors. It was all very clear. True, it was much more erotic than she’d anticipated, but Luna realized that made sense too; after all, these were teenagers. Of course things would get erotic. They were only following their hormonal natures.
Still, Luna ducked her head and rushed forward. She had to get out of this crowd of people before someone said something that changed the way she was. She had to remember what she knew, so that she could fix things if they got even more out of control. She couldn’t afford to lose herself.
“Hey Luna!” she heard a familiar voice call behind her.
She didn’t stop. She had to find her friends, the ones who’d made her want to cast this spell in the first place. She had to know what happened to Harry Potter and the others.
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“Oh fuck, Harry!”
Ginny cried out in bliss as she rode Harry’s massive foot-long dick, her bountiful round breasts bouncing gleefully for full view of anyone who would want to turn and look at her reverse-cowgirl lewdness. No one turned. No one looked. So she just fucked harder, trying to fit all of her lover’s manhood into her womb.
The redhead felt a wet tickling on her nipple and opened her eyes to see a slithering pick tentacle tracing circles around her nubs. She moaned. Harry’s tongue was truly magical, longer than anyone else’s in the world, as long as he wanted (just like she’d said). He reached around her back, catching her salty sour sweat from under her arms, to lick at her pronounced bosom. The feeling was unlike anything Ginny, or Harry for that matter, had ever experienced. Though Harry knew he’d always been able to do this. He’d just never tried it before. Right?
A cry of pain on the other side of the Great Hall shook him out of his contemplation. Harry looked out across a sea of fucking bodies, some prostrate, some upright, some floating in midair, some hanging from the rafters. Here Dean Thomas was pushing an arm-sized cock into a barely legal Hufflepuff girl. The stretching of her entrance was too much, and, after just a few inches pushing inside, the obviously virgin girl passed out and lay limp atop Dean’s lap. Dean shrugged and looked around for another conquest.
Where the Hall was often overflowing with food from the school’s many lavish feasts, now the tables were covered in layers of sexual ecstasy. The long benches were little more than props for complex erotic acrobatics. And the lines of sight all led to one place: The head table.
And there, at the front, in the center of attention, was Hermione Granger, newly crowned Goddess of Hogwarts.
It had started oddly. People were shocked when they saw a naked Hermione, still definitely the girl everyone knew but somehow much more beautiful than anyone remembered (until, of course, they thought about it, and realized she’d always been that beautiful), and they were even more startled to see a crawling Draconia Malfoy, just as naked, her tits hanging animalistically beneath her as she crawled behind her mistress, like a dog tailing its owner. Most of these teens had never seen something so pornographic in person (Harry and Ginny, for their part, were too busy wrapped in a loving 69 to notice Hermione’s entrance), and they could only stop and stare, mouths agape, as she strode forward and stood at the Headmaster’s podium on the dais above the awestruck crowd.
She surveyed her subjects with a prideful smirk. Malfoy had been right. She was a goddess. And now everyone in this school would know it.
“Listen to me very carefully,” she bellowed from her position of authority. Everyone was enraptured by her words, even Harry and Ginny, who, still entwined in one another’s bodies, nevertheless stopped their activities and listened.
“You are to be the first followers of a new religion. The true religion. You will be the first to worship a new god. The true god. Me. Hermione Granger. I am a goddess. You all know this. And now you have the chance to share your worship.”
The eyes of everyone in the room showed the impact of her words. It was undeniable. Everything she said was the truth. How had they not treated her like the image of perfection that she clearly always was? How had any of them lived their lives without properly giving tribute to this wondrous woman before them?
Hermione ran a hand through her silky straight hair and shook it out behind her. Everyone in the room gasped in excitement.
“I have only three things to ask of you, my subjects,” she announced. “I want you to worship me, and ensure I am always happy. I want you to worship pleasure, and ensure that everyone you know is always happy. And I want you share your new religion with as many people in this school as possible, so that everyone can know the joy that belief in me can bring. Are those things clear?”
“Yes,” everyone in the Great Hall said in unison.
“Yes, Goddess,” she corrected.
“Yes, Goddess,” they said.
“Good,” she said. “Then let us begin.”
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    Luna tiptoed around the cumming bodies around the Great Hall as carefully as she could. She knew this was the center of activity; she’d seen people going in and out of the large doors of the Hall, excitedly talking to their friends about what they’d seen and done. And one word which they kept saying. A word that made Luna shiver in fear at what she might find.
    What she’d seen upon entering was breathtaking.
    It was much more than sex. More fascinating, even, than the bizarre pairings she’d seen in the hallways. The people in this room were worshipping each other. There was a passion in their fucking, in their lustful actions, which spoke to something much deeper than the hormonal desire she’d seen to this point. There was an almost spiritual power to each thrust, a holy cry in every moan, a heavenly revelation in every orgasmic spasm.
This wasn’t an orgy. It was a ritual.
The blonde outcast was still wet from the strange sight of Cho being violated by Pansy, and the intensity of the lust she’d experienced to this point left her body buzzing, despite, or maybe a bit because of, its unintended, dangerous nature. Things had gotten out of her control, and that was a little exciting for once.
But this. This religious bacchanal had taken her arousal to another level. As she snuck her way through the crowd, searching for her friends, she tried to figure out what about this was simultaneously so desirable and so terrifying to her. Perhaps it was that she knew what had caused it, that she knew it was all her fault. Maybe it was merely the intensity of the passionate embraces she saw.
But eventually, the answer came to her. She realized-
“Hello, Luna,” she heard behind her.
Luna didn’t have the presence of mind this time to ignore the voice saying her name, and she turned before she could stop herself.
It was Neville. Or, at least, she thought it was Neville. Pretty much everything she’d understood about the squat, awkward boy was gone. In its place was an eight-foot-tall, broad shouldered behemoth. Tight muscles protruded in all directions from his naked frame. His posture projected power. But most unusual of all was his legs. Thick with dark brown fur, thick as trunks, tapering down to thick cloven hooves. And swinging between them was a cock unlike any Luna had seen. Large, yes, but also pierced on the end with a thick gold bell.
“A bull below the legs, eh?” he said as he noticed her stare.
She shook her head. “Um,” she started, “hi, Neville, you’re looking good. Listen, I can’t-”
“Thanks,” he said, and for the first time she noticed the deep bass of his new voice, commanding and strong. “I’ve been getting quite the workout today.”
“Neville, I need to find-”

    “Say, Luna, you’re fully dressed!” he said. “That’s weird. Especially in the Hall of the Goddess. Everybody’s supposed to be naked in here. Don’t worry, though, I won’t say anything. Let’s just get you taken care of before someone else sees.”
“No, Neville!” she snapped, but he reached out with his strong hands and ripped her sweater from her body, exposing her small, unsupported breasts, small and unremarkable. She covered her chest with her hands.
“Oh, Luna,” he said reassuringly. “You don’t need to be self-conscious. I’m sure your breasts are lovely.”
“Neville, stop,” she said. So far she hadn’t been changed by the spell, and she didn’t want to start know.
“I mean, yes, obviously they’re not as perfect as the Goddess’s,” he continued. “But, and I’m a bad judge, but I’m gonna guess you’re at least a C-cup, right?”
    Luna’s eyes widened in fear and she looked down at her chest. But, to her relief, nothing changed. She was self-conscious about her chest, but at least it was her chest. Nothing new there.
    “Sorry, Neville,” she said. “Just an A.”
    He shook his head. “Sorry, I was just trying to be polite,” he said.
    “It’s okay. Look, I have to go. Have you seen Harry? Or Ginny?”
    Neville thought for a second. “You know, now that you mention it, I haven’t seen either of them today. Heh, probably the first time The Boy Who Lived isn’t the center of attention around here, yeah?”
    She frowned. “What about Ron and Hermione?”
    He furrowed his brow. “You’re kidding right?”
    She responded automatically before she could stop herself. “I don’t kid.”
    He looked up at the head table and pointed. “Ron’s worshipping the Goddess as we speak.”
    Luna looked up at the head table and was shocked to see Hermione, looking exquisitely gorgeous, and a pale naked boy with a pale patch of red hair diligently licking her between her legs. He had a collar around his neck, and, as she watched, another blonde girl, also with a collar around her neck, bent down and started sucking his cock. She knew it was Ron right away, but the girl was odd, someone she knew she knew but couldn’t place.
    Neville put a hand on her shoulder. His fingers were thick as sausages, and the weight of one appendage was much heavier than she’d expected. “Wait, you don’t know about the Goddess?”
    She spun around. “What, you mean Hermione? Hermione is the Goddess?”
    He laughed. “Oh my Goddess, Luna, you’re so spacey sometimes. Here, I’ll take you to her. She’ll explain everything.”
    “Wait. Wait!” she screamed as he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder with minimal effort. She tried to wriggle free of his grasp, but his grip was absolutely unbreakable. He began to carry her up to the dais, his hooves clomping loudly on the stone floor.
    Luna wasn’t sure what about this frightened her so. Clearly, her experience with Neville proved that she wouldn’t be affected by the spell, at least not directly. But this sway that Hermione now held over all these people was so great, something nagged at the back of her mind, something that feared the spell wasn’t the only thing to worry about.
    It didn’t take long for Neville’s stride to bring them up to the head table, where he deposited the topless Luna before his Goddess. Luna couldn’t help but admire the beauty before him. Hermione was physically perfect, as though carved by the greatest sculptor who’d ever lived. Everything was in proportion, and every proportion was immaculate. Luna knew this was a result of her spell, and she clung to that memory to keep her sanity.
    “Goddess,” Neville said timidly. “I’m, uh, sorry to interrupt.”
    Hermione opened her eyes. Her gaze was stunning. “It’s alright, Neville. Are you not happy?”
    He shook his head quickly. “Oh, Goddess, that’s not it at all. I’m incredibly happy. Everything is wonderful thanks to your divine blessing.”
    She smiled at this and nodded.
    “It’s just that, I ran into Luna here, and, well, she was wearing clothes, though I don’t think that’s entirely her fault, because I don’t think she’s heard that you’re, well, a goddess.”
    Hermione cocked an eyebrow and looked at her spacey, superstitious friend, still dressed in the bottom half of a school uniform; skirt, leggings, and boots.
    “Is that so?” Hermione said.
    “I, uh…” Luna wasn’t sure what to say. All of this had gone so far. She supposed it was time to confess. “Hermione, there’s something I need to tell you.”
    Hermione’s eyes went wide at the mention of her name. It had only been a few hours, but she figured by now everyone in the school was referring to her as Goddess, the way she’d decreed. “What’s that, Luna?”
    “Well, I kind of cast a spell last night,” she looked at her feet in shame. “It was stupid. I guess I was tired of not being able to understand people’s jokes, and so I made it so whatever people said would come true. I wasn’t thinking. I should have known that a bunch of teenagers would just want to have sex all the time. But I had no idea what would happen to you, and that you’d let all this power go to your head. I was hoping to find you, and Ron, and Harry, so that I could apologize, and get your help reversing the effects of the spell.”
    “Wait,” Hermione said, brushing aside her slaves and rising from her chair. “You’re saying that all of this isn’t real?”
    Luna shook her head. “No, it is real. It’s just not the way it’s supposed to be. People made a few dirty jokes, and that led to more dirty jokes, and things have clearly spiraled out of control.”
    “But I’ve always been like this,” Hermione said incredulously. “This is my rightful position.”
    Luna bit her lip. “Not really. Yesterday, you were just Hermione, a plain, very smart witch at Hogwarts school, a regular girl, and my friend. Somehow, someone must have said you had all this power, and it came true. Now, every word out of your mouth is the truth.”
    Hermione thought for a second then looked down at Draconia. “You!” she said. “You said I was a goddess, queen of all I surveyed, and that no one could resist me. This is your doing, Malfoy!”
    “Malfoy?” Luna said. The she realized why the girl’s face was so familiar. “Draco?”
    “Draconia,” Hermione corrected.
    “No, Draco. He’s a boy. Or he was. And you hated him. And he hated you. Now he’s...she’s like this.”
    Hermione fell quiet for a moment. “I made...I made her? I changed her, made her my slave? Made her a her?”
    “Yes,” Luna said. “But it’s okay. You didn’t know what you could do.”
    Hermione licked her lips.
“No,” she said. “I didn’t.”
    She spun around suddenly, looking down at Luna, and grinned. The smile was sinister. Luna took a step back. “Hermione?”
    “You will call me Goddess,” she said.
    “I don’t think so, Goddess,” Luna said. Her eyes went wide. “Wait...but...I can’t be affected by the spell! I’m immune to it!”
    Hermione, or Goddess, laughed. “Apparently not. After all, you said it yourself: Every word out of my mouth is the truth.”

    Luna’s mouth dropped open. She had said that! She’d said that specifically about...about Goddess. Luna had given her power over her! “Oh no,” Luna said.
    Goddess stepped towards her. Luna turned to run. “Stop,” Goddess commanded. Luna stopped. “Face me.” She turned around. “Smile.” Luna smiled her brightest smile. Goddess’s face was inches from hers now.
    “Kiss me,” she said.
    Luna leaned in, opened her mouth, tilted her head, and pulled Goddess’s mouth into a passionate, wet kiss. In the back of her mind, Luna was panicking, trying to think of any way out of her predicament. But in other parts of her mind, the kiss was setting off electrical storms of lust. Her already undeniable wetness was dripping now. She could scarcely contain her arousal, and Goddess’s soft lips were making it impossible to contain it further.
    Still unable to move beyond the kiss, Luna couldn’t bring herself to stop Goddess as she reached behind the strange girl’s back and reach her fingers beneath Luna’s skirt, playing with her pert pale bottom. Despite herself, she sighed into Goddess’s mouth.
    Goddess pulled back.
    “Strip,” she said.
    Luna made quick work of her few remaining clothes, kicking off her boots, bending deep at the waist, and pulling her skirt, leggings, and panties down to the floor in a swift motion. When she’d kicked them away, she felt a light breeze tickle across her uncovered womanhood, wind brushing across her fine mound of light blonde hair. The stone walls and floors of the Great Hall were ill-equipped to keep out the chill air, something which was surely not a problem for most of the people busily rutting throughout the room, their collective body heat making sticky humid air around them, but which made Luna’s still leaking nethers shiver in cold.
    Still, she stood still, smiling at her Goddess.
    Goddess admired her newest prize. She’d known power before, felt herself as something greater than human, but now, with true, absolute power to change the world as she saw fit, she found herself driven by one overriding emotion: Desire. She had never been particularly attracted to women before, though she had to admit, Draconia’s ample bosom (Had she really been a man? What a waste that must have been.) and the multitudes of young girls in heat she’d been observing had changed her opinion of her sexuality quite a bit in a very short order.
    That wasn’t to say she was attracted to Luna. Oh sure, she thought, the girl was pretty enough. But she was hardly an object of lust. For someone who had the ability to do such powerful magic as this, she really was a pitifully plain creature. Someone so powerful should look the part! She should be enticing inside and out! And, Goddess realized, if the girl had the same power she did, to change the world with her words, well, it would be a shame if she undid any of the hard work Goddess had done improving it.
    She knew what she had to do.
    “Don’t worry, Luna,” Goddess said, and Luna’s shoulders seemed to slump slightly in relaxation. “You’ve done something extraordinary here. For that, you shall be rewarded. You’re to become my ultimate acolyte, my prized follower, the leader of my church.”
    Inside, Luna was screaming. ‘No! I can’t lose control. Think, Luna, think. You’ve got to get out of here. You’ve got to be able to undo what she’s done.’
    Outwardly, she smiled, unmoving.
    Goddess smirked. “We’ll start with your body.”
    Luna’s eyes widened ever so slightly.
    Goddess reached out and placed a hand on Luna’s chest. “It’s a shame that you don’t show yourself off more. After all,” she said, flicking Luna’s left nipple, “your breasts are some of the finest I’ve ever seen. You’re at least a double-E, and the way they stand pert on your chest is physically perfect.”
    This wasn’t news to Luna. She’d always been proud of her exquisite breasts. She knew men and women alike lusted after them. But she kept them hidden. She didn’t want to just give away a glimpse of them to anyone who wanted it. They were reserved for only the right eyes to view.
    ‘But, wait,’ Luna thought, ‘she’s changing my body. So why would she say something that was already true? She...unless...’
    That’s when Luna realized: It must not have been true! Her thoughts were jumbled, rearranged, it was hard to latch onto them. But she knew that Goddess was altering her body, and she’d specifically mentioned her breasts, so that meant-
    “And that’s not to even mention your ass,” Goddess continued.
    Luna was aghast. ‘My ass?’
    Goddess moved around behind her thrall, so that Luna could no longer see her.
    “It’s breathtaking. So round and firm and wide. You can see the outline of it from the front. It makes your thick thighs look like sculpted works of art. I bet when you show this to people they ask if you’ve had it magically enhanced.” She reached out and grabbed Luna’s bulbous buttocks. “But I can feel, it’s totally real.”
    Luna could barely keep up with what Goddess was saying. It was so hard to keep track of the truth. She was consciously aware that everything she was being told was made up, but that voice was small compared to the many thoughts which were telling her it was the truth, and that it had always been the truth. That was the strangest part. It was like telling herself the sky wasn’t blue; every experience, every memory told her that her ass was an object of envy, admittedly large and round for a girl her size, but which guys seemed to absolutely adore. She knew, to her core, that when she walked down the halls of school, she could feel eyes on her backside always, and that when she moved just right, she could make it shake and bounce in ways that men found irresistible.
    And yet, she had to remind herself, that couldn’t be right, because Goddess had said it, and Goddess was imbued with a magical power that Luna had accidentally unleashed.
    Luna felt fingers tracing patterns in her back, around the side, to her magnificent tits (‘Magnificent?’ she thought).
    “I’m actually a bit jealous of your skin,” Goddess remarked. “It’s rare to see skin so smooth, so soft, and utterly free of blemishes. And you don’t even have to use any products to keep it silky! Your skin is just naturally flawless.”
    ...Luna couldn’t really bring herself to be upset about that. She told herself it wasn’t supposed to be true, but she was honestly glad that it was.
    Goddess looked her in the eyes. “I’m especially pleased at how tall you are. Some people find a six-foot tall woman intimidating or awkward, but I find your height comforting, and men seem to like being able to fuck someone who’s closer to their size.”
    For the slightest split second, Luna had a feeling of vertigo as everything she was looking at seemed to shift instantly downwards. But that feeling was erased by the effects of the spell, as she looked down at the 5’5” Goddess and was moved by her kind words.
    ‘No, focus!’ Luna told herself. ‘This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be! Something’s changed.’
    Suddenly, Goddess reached down and stroked her captive’s slick lower lips. Against her wishes, Luna moaned lewdly as she was fondled.
    “Oh, poor soul,” Goddess said. “I don’t know if I’ve ever felt someone so wet, so needy. How can I relieve you? How can your Goddess give you what you so clearly crave?”
    Goddess’s fingers never left Luna’s slit, always delicately tracing a path around it, nearer and nearer to her clit, before sliding them away, leaving Luna to whimper in frustration. She held her unwanted smile obediently, silently praying to be set free.
    “Well, first, you don’t have to smile anymore. But you still can’t speak.”
    Luna gasped in relief and flexed her sore mouth. She tried to say anything, anything at all that might take Goddess’s power away, but she couldn’t make any sound come forth.
    “That’s better,” Goddess cooed. “Now when you finally climax, we’ll all get to see your pretty little face twisted into an ‘O.’”
    Luna glared at her captor briefly before a pinching on her clit forced her eyes shut and her throat to emit deep, wanton moans. It was clear Goddess would not tolerate any dirty looks she might throw her way.
    Goddess pursed her lips thoughtfully and cast her eyes about. “What to do with you…”
    The she saw a face past Luna’s shoulder, and she grinned.
    “For a need this great, you’ll need something very large to fill it,” she said. “Oh, Neville!”
    Luna opened her eyes wide with horror. Neville, sweet, doughy Neville, now an adonis with the legs and cock of a bull, tromped forward on thick black hooves at his Goddess’s command. Luna’s lips trembled. She wanted to plead her way out of this mess, to break free and run, but she couldn’t, and Neville’s steps got closer and closer.
    “Yes, Goddess?” he said.
    Goddess nodded her head at Luna and smiled sweetly. “Luna here is a true beauty, is she not?”

    Neville nodded eagerly. Just watching the nude form of the blonde space-case standing before him had excited a deep part of himself. He’d always had a crush on Luna, who’d developed earlier than her peers, her huge tits and unbelievable ass granting eye candy to anyone with eyes as she walked, no matter how hard she tried to cover herself in boring school clothes and robes. Even as he grew taller, and his chest and shoulders broadened, and his bullish legs were matched with an equally bullish dick that left many of his female classmates’ mouths watering, she’d never given him the attention he’d craved. And that only made him want her more.
    “So,” Goddess said, “I take it you’d like the chance to fuck her senseless, wouldn’t you?”
    Neville gasped like a child opening a present at Christmastime. “Really?” he said. “Do you mean it?”
    Goddess giggled. “Well, it would seem that this scrumptious strumpet before us has yet to enjoy the pleasure of my subjects. And it’s left her in quite a sticky state.” She licked her fingers for emphasis. “Believe me. I think what she needs is a good hard cock. And not just any cock will do. It’s got to be the manliest, meatiest, fattest cock in the Great Hall. I believe that would be yours, Neville.”
    The compliments to his member had Neville rock hard. His rod protruded an easy foot-and-a-half before him, fully erect and as thick around as a normal man’s fist.
    “Thank you, Goddess,” he said.
    “No, Neville, thank you. You’ve been a very good servant to me. I think you deserve to be rewarded for your loyalty. So take Miss Lovegood as your own personal slut until you cum. Do what you’ve always wanted to do.”
    Neville couldn’t stop a gleeful sound from escaping him. He bowed to his Goddess in deference.
    “Thank you so much, Goddess,” he said.
    “You’re welcome. And as for you, Luna,” she said as she reached up and grabbed the taller girl’s face. “Until now you’ve been hesitant about joining my faith. I understand. It’s frightening to give yourself to something greater than yourself. But I know what will change your mind.”
    Luna felt as though she were trapped in a straightjacket. She screamed bloody murder inside her mind. This was it. She either broke free now or she would be changed forever.
    She summoned all of her willpower, focused her energy on one simple command: Speak. She had to speak. She had to say ‘Stop.’
    Had to.
    ‘Stop.’
    The word rang through her head.
    ‘Stop.’
    This was it. She pushed with everything she had.
    ‘STOP!’
    The word reached down from her brain, reached her vocal chords.
    And that was it.
    She couldn’t speak. No sound would come. Whatever Goddess was about to say, she couldn’t stop it. The Luna Lovegood that had existed before the spell would be no more, and something wholly different would be left in her place. She braced mentally for what was to come.
    “You see, I know that your resistance has been tied to your sexual frustration. So all you need is to let that frustration go, and your resistance will go with it. So here’s what’s going to happen: Neville is going to fuck you, and as he does, you’re going to think about all the good things that come with serving me. You’re going to think about how beautiful this religion I’ve founded, not to mention how beautiful and sexy I am. And I’m confident that by the time you finally orgasm, you’ll be so convinced of my divinity that you’ll become my most loyal, most devoted, most loving, and most completely obedient follower, the ultimate slave to my will. You’ll want for nothing more in life than to serve me and spread my influence, and you will do whatever you can to make me and my other followers happy for the rest of your life. Nod if you understand.”
    Luna, defeated, nodded her head.
    “Good!” Goddess clapped her hands and settled back into her seat at the head table. As she walked away, she casually said over her shoulder. “Oh, and don’t worry about Neville’s cock fitting into you. We all know that you have the ability to squeeze anything that enters your vagina to the exact size needed to maximize pleasure for both you and your partner without either of you getting hurt.”
    ‘Wow, she is thorough,’ Luna thought. ‘Once a braniac, always a braniac.’
    Goddess is so smart, a voice in Luna’s head said.
    ‘Oh no,’ she thought. ‘It’s starting already.’
    Just then, she felt two heavy mitts under her naked arms, lifting her into the air.
    “I’ve wanted this a long time, Luna,” Neville whispered into her ear. “You’re going to get exactly what you deserve.”
    This is what you deserve, the voice said. Goddess is giving you what you deserve.
    Through the cheeks in her plump ass, she felt the ridges of Neville’s abs. With little patience, he rushed her down his front, down to his cock, standing straight up from between his animal legs. He didn’t waste time with gentleness, and with her fast flowing juices running down her thighs and the newfound ability Goddess had given her that allowed her vagina to change shape to whatever size it needed, it took little effort for the hulking beast-man to impale the buxom Luna on his prodigious phallus.
    “Oh fuck!” Neville groaned.
    Luna, for her part, could only shriek as she was penetrated. Being able to take Neville’s manhood didn’t make it an easy experience. True to the Goddess’s words, it didn’t hurt, but it felt like the wind was being taken from her with every new inch, and she feared that her inner walls would be stretched beyond repair.
    It’ll be okay, the voice in her head told her. Goddess is too benevolent to let anything bad happen. This is just the kind of pleasurable experience that Goddess grants to her followers. You should enjoy it.
    Neville moved his hands to her massive booty, his meaty fingers excitedly kneading her flesh as he sank her down onto his dick. She was afraid he was going to try to bottom out, and she hoped Goddess’s comments about her vagina also applied to any organs that might get in the way of such a deep exploration of her insides.
    But, to her surprise, before she got even halfway down, he pulled her back up. The momentary reprieve made her gasp for breath. But it didn’t last. Seconds later, he pulled down again, plunging himself into her, even deeper. Then back up. Then back down. Faster. Up. Down. Until she was sure it was happening. He was fucking her. He was sawing himself in and out of her, tossing her up and down on his prick like a ragdoll.
    And despite the unwanted nature of his entry, every thrust of her body was sending Luna into greater and greater waves of sexual bliss. It was simply extraordinary. Not only to finally get fucked and let out the pent-up steam she’d been holding, but to be so brutally used, outside of her control. It felt so good to give up control. Wait, was that the voice in her head talking? She was already having a hard time telling the difference between the voice and her own natural thoughts. Maybe there wasn’t a difference. Maybe that was exactly what Goddess wanted. And maybe that was really what Luna wanted too.
    “Ungh, so fucking tight!” Neville grunted. “Yeah, take it!”
    Luna moaned in response as she was invaded from beneath. The more she was invaded, the more her breasts bounced, until each thrust was sending them up and into her chin. They were so large and soft and bouncy and beautiful and she couldn’t believe she was lucky enough to have them. Goddess was so good to her.
    She looked down as she was being fucked and locked eyes with Goddess, who was being diligently licked out by Draconia while Ron worshipped her pert, perfect breasts. Luna still knew what had happened, still knew that this power was a result of Luna’s out-of-control spell. But rather than suppressing her memories of how the world used to be, Goddess was generously letting her keep those thoughts, letting her compare the world now to the world that was. And Luna had to admit, as Neville’s monstrous cock rubbed again at her g-spot, driving her closer and closer to orgasm, the world now wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was beautiful.
    Beautiful like the Goddess. The world was reflective of Her beauty.
    Luna understood now. It wasn’t that the old world didn’t matter. It did matter, if only as a reminder of how much better life was when the world was serving the Goddess. She knew what she was now. She was a servant, a devotee, a worshipper. A slave. Her life belonged to her Goddess. Her will be done.
    Every muscle in Luna’s body spasmed at once, uncontrollably little volcanoes of sexual energy erupting on every inch of her sweating, smooth skin. She let out a shuddering scream, and juices sprayed uncontrollably from her cunt, soaking Neville’s bull cock.
    She came. And just as Goddess had said, she belonged to Her now. Now and forever.
    But it wasn’t over. Neville hadn’t cum yet. And that meant she was still his personal slut for the time being.
    Neville pulled Luna off his prick and laid her on her back on the ground. With a grunt, he knelt before her head.
    “You may move,” she heard Goddess say.
    Luna’s limbs were free at last, so she did what she most desired: She reached up with both hands and began stroking Neville’s cock with loving aplomb, her juices lubing up her double-handjob. She leaned forward with her head and licked the underside of his erection as much as she could, considering its girth.
    Finally he pulled back, still kneeling, and lined himself up with her prone pussy. She reached down and spread her legs, opening her nether lips with her fingers as wide as they would go without something pushing them apart from within. She locked eyes with him and licked her lips. That was all the encouragement he needed.
    Her bulbous ass pushing her up for his entry, he shoved himself inside of her as deep as he could go. It took all the willpower she had not to pass out from the shock of being invaded so forcefully, but she couldn’t sleep now. She had to be awake. She had to experience every incredible moment of the bliss her Goddess had granted her.
    As Neville plumbed her depths with animalistic power, Luna’s hands wandered, stroking his impressive abs, fingering her clit, squeezing her fat bosoms. The sight of her womanly curves being played with for his eyes seemed to drive Neville wild, so she continued. When he was sure of his balance, he reached out with one hand and pinched her left breast. It was his turn to have something much too large in his hands; even with his large manly grip, he couldn’t possibly encircle the entirety of one of her soft tits in his fist. The bouncing flesh felt extraordinary around his fingers.
    The time was nearly here. Years of watching this walking sex dream ignore his desires had come to a head, and he was ready to release his frustrations in her womb. He grunted and thrust, slamming her forcefully against the floor again and again, until he felt it: Her pelvis pushed against his, his inhuman dick finally all the way inside of a woman for the first time in his life. He couldn’t handle it.
    “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!”
    Luna gasped and shrieked, the force of Neville’s thrusts sending her into yet another orgasm, a feeling she’d had at least three times since they’d started. That’s when she felt it: Warmth flooding her insides, the steely rod of Neville’s prick twitching hard within her. His cum was so prodigious it pushed her slightly off of his erection, and yet he kept on spraying. White hot seed flooded her cunt, then began leaking out of her well-fucked hole, even as he continued ejaculating. It was like a hose. It seemed endless. Luna gave a silent prayer to the Goddess as she came down from her high and felt Neville’s spurts slowing.
    With a last “Ungh!,” Neville was spent, and pulled out of Luna with an indelicate ‘POP!’
    As soon as his cock was free, thick white sperm came spilling out from her stretched fuckhole. Luna’s sweat made her flawless skin glitter like an angel in the light. Neville smiled like the cat that ate the canary. He’d finally gotten to fuck the school’s hottest tease. He would be a king in the Gryffindor common room. He laughed at the thought and stood up.
    Luna was tempted to stand as well, but she was so exhausted from her first big fuck that she had to lie back and catch her breath. She closed her eyes, not to sleep, but to rest her vision.
    When she opened them, She was standing above her.
    Goddess looked straight into Luna’s eyes. “You may speak,” She said.
    From where Luna was lying, she had an incredible view, up Goddess’s legs, past her magnificent pussy, along her sultry stomach, past her warm breasts, to her dreamlike face, surrounded in the golden light of her hair.
    “Thank you, Goddess,” Luna said.
    Goddess smiled, and that sight alone was enough to make Luna wet.
    “You’re welcome, Luna,” Goddess said. “I’m glad you came to your senses. And I’m especially glad, because I’ve decided to give you a very special position.”
    Luna bit her lip. “What position, Goddess?”
    “You are going to be my greatest servant, my truest worshipper. Luna, I would like you to be the Head of the Church of the Goddess.”
    Luna’s jaw dropped. What an honor!
    “Thank you so much, my Goddess!” she exclaimed. “It would be the greatest honor and joy of my life to lead your church!”
    Goddess laughed. “Excellent. Then let’s get you anointed.”
    She slowly knelt over Luna’s head and lined her pussy over her new Head Worshipper’s mouth.
    “STOP THIS AT ONCE!” a deep voice bellowed through the hall.
    Goddess stood up, and Luna followed suit. Rushing towards them, wand outstretched, was Professor Dumbledore, trailed by several teachers.
    “I demand to know the meaning of this,” Dumbledore said. “What are you all doing here? How did you- Longbottom, is that you?”
    Luna looked sheepishly at the floor, prepared for the Headmaster to give her a stern lecture when she revealed what her spell had done. Luna was sad, because she’d finally discovered the love of the Goddess, and now she’d have to change everything back. Just when Dumbledore was about to reach them, Goddess stepped forward.
    “Headmaster, thank goodness you’re here,” She said.
    Dumbledore turned and spotted the school’s brightest student standing naked and, he had to admit, beautiful before him.
    “Miss Granger, what-”
    She cut him off with a wave. “I was afraid the teachers hadn’t heard the news.”
    “News?” the ancient wizard said warily.
    “Yes,” she continued. “You see, I discovered that all this time, I’ve been a goddess, and you haven’t been worshipping me properly.”
    Dumbledore’s eyes widened. “What?”
    Goddess nodded. “So what you need to do now is lower your wands, stand perfectly still and silent while the Head of my Church explains your new religion.”
    To Luna’s surprise, the teachers began to set their wands down on the ground in front of them. Dumbledore was defiant for a moment, prepared to conjure some spell to counteract what Goddess had just done to him. But in a moment, he, too, set his wand on the floor, and awaited Her word.
    Luna smiled. This was to be her first duty as Head of the Church of the Goddess. She was eager to start. But then she frowned.

    “Goddess,” she said. “Do you know what happened to Harry and Ginny?”
    Goddess seemed to think about it for a moment, then she shrugged.
    In the corner of the Great Hall, Harry and Ginny lay, sweating, in a loving embrace, sure that they’d each found the person with whom they’d spend the rest of their lives. Ginny couldn’t help but dream of a wedding in their future. But as she imagined it, she had a sudden thought: ‘I sure hope people start paying attention to us again by then.’

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