Harry Potter Mind Control Series

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the “Harry Potter” characters. These stories are strictly for ‘entertainment’ purposes. Don’t sue me, I have no money.

WARNING: These stories are just fantasies but we’ll be dealing with mind-control, non-consent, public sex, and whatever else I want to right. Heed any warnings I put up. I’ll try to make each story in the series a stand-alone so if you don’t like something happening in it, you can just go to the next series. I will be altering facts to suit my purpose. This is Hermione’s 7th year. Book 7 hasn’t happened. So they’re all at the school. McGonagall is headmistress, Snape teaches DADA and was never seen killing Dumbledore, etc, etc, etc. Hermione is 17 years old in this and she’ll always be with older men, Lucius, teachers, etc. If that’s not what you’re looking for, this isn’t the story for you.

Body Modification: Big Breasts
Monster : Plant


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Lucius Malfoy smirked as he watched Madam Rosmerta’s head bob up and down on his cock. She’d been resistant at first but with a little coaxing from the Himeros Orchid, she’d become quite a willing little fuck toy.

While she was older than he was aiming for, she’d been an excellent text subject to insure the Orchid did everything it had promised. Watching Rosmerta’s blond curls bounce as she sucked his dick, he was pleased to see it had and more.

Banned in most ‘civilized’ countries, the Himeros Orchid was a very special breed. Dormant until a good rain shower or watering, once awakened, its pollen was a powerful aphrodisiac, arousing anyone near. While distracted, its smooth roots would capture its victim. Once it had you, it was too late and the side effects – Lucius bent down and squeezed one of Rosmerta’s new F-sized breasts – were quite pleasing and delightfully permanent.

Soon Hermione Granger should be watering her new little gift. The thought of what was about to happen to the little mudblood made him groan.

Hermione was the brains of Potter’s little gang. Put her out of commission and the Wizarding World would fall to the Dark Lord.

He just had to show the mudblood exactly where she belonged. On her back while he and the other Death Eaters pounded into her tight, young pussy.

Groaning at the thought, he cam in Rosmerta’s hungry mouth.

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Hermione opened the tall, rectangular box that had just arrived by Errol, the Weasley family’s ancient owl. After giving the poor thing some water and sending him off to Hogwarts’ owlery to rest, she’d finally been able to unwrap the brown paper package.

Reaching inside, she pulled out a beautiful orchid. She wasn’t exactly a flower expert so she couldn’t say exactly what kind it was, but it was lovely with white petals speckled with pink, going into a dark pink center and lips. It wasn’t in a pot like most plants but rather a tall, cylindrical vase with its roots, an ashy green, curled up all around it, the thicker ones growing up toward the lip of the vase.

Looking inside the box once more, she found a letter. To her surprise it was from Mr. Weasley rather than Mrs. Weasley who usually sent her such lovely gifts.

Dear Hermione,

This is a little something from Molly and I to congratulate you on being named Head Girl. We couldn’t have been prouder if it had been Ron.

This is a rare orchid that we stumbled upon in Diagon Alley. Has some sort of Greek name. Can’t quite remember. The florist said to be sure to water it right away when it arrives if the roots are looking too light. Fill the vase up half way and let it sit for half an hour.

All the best and looking forward to seeing you soon.

Author Weasley

“How nice,” Hermione mused, looking at the orchid once more. “Rare, huh? They shouldn’t have spent so much.”

Looking around her quiet room, she smile. He was so bazaar having a room all to herself at Hogwarts. There were definite perks to being Head Girl. Her own bedroom and private bath for starters.

Picking up the surprisingly light vase, Hermione carried it into said bathroom to give the flower a drink. Filling the vase up just as instructed, she sat it down in front of the mirror feeling giddy.

Deciding to break in her new bathtub while the plant had a drink, she filled the tub with warm water before shedding her school uniform and sliding in.

The hot water felt good after the long train ride from London.

“My last year,” she mused, swirling her hands through the bubbles. She was excited but also a little sad by the thought.

Resting her head on the back of the claw foot tub, she closed her eyes just enjoying the water and the jasmine scented bubble bath.

She could have laid there for hours and might have if not for a strange tickling sensation at her feet. Twitching her foot, she tried to knock it away but a moment later it was there again.

Opening her eyes, she gasped in horror as she saw a giant orchid blossom hovering above her. Her gaze darted toward the vase, only to find that the lovely flower had shot up at least ten feet from it, its vines growing toward her.

Feeling something slither up her legs and over her thighs, she looked down to find smooth, rich green roots speckled in white had snaked their way into her bath water and were working their way up her legs toward her.

Slamming her knees closed to stop their progress, she opened her mouth to scream. Before she could make so much as a squeak, the large orchid bloom above her opened its ‘mouth,’ releasing a light pink mist just as she took a breath, sucking it all into her lungs.

Instantly, Hermione felt dizzy and hot. The roots at her legs wrenched her thighs apart. “No,” she moaned, but it was weak at best.

Her breasts felt heavy as her nipples hardened. To her utter shame, she felt her pussy grow wet as a root found her clit, rubbing at it. Her hips bucked.

This was wrong and yet her body did not seem to care.

Two smaller heads of the orchid plant slithered their way over the lip of the tub. Dazzled, Hermione couldn’t help but think how much they looked like a strange combination of cunt and mouth.

Floating over to her chest, the orchid blossomed circled and teased her small, B cup breasts. Hermione couldn’t suppress a moan. The small lips of the flowers began to flick and tease her hard nipples.

She’d never been touched like this before. Sure, she’d fooled around with Viktor but they’d never gone this far. Her whole body was on fire.

Vaguely she was aware of smaller roots playing with her ass, circling her hole, messaging it, pressing into it. “No,” she moaned again, shaking her head. Even as she protested, knew it was wrong, it felt good.

The blossomed latched onto her tits, sucking on her nipples like mouths. The root at her clit rubbed harder and Hermione was lost. Cumming hard. Letting this plant make her orgasm.

Worst, she wanted more.

The plant shifted and a new, larger stem formed from inside the giant stem of the orchid. This one was thicker and tripped something that reminded her of nectar. She wanted it and yet, at the same time, she had this feeling that once it was inside her, she was done for.

The blossoms sucking on her breasts applied pressure, as though biting, driving her mad. Looking back at them, she was amazed by how big her breasts looked. They felt so full and sensitive and, oh god, they were growing! They had to be at least a D-cup now if not bigger!

Suddenly she felt the new, large root at her wet pussy. It had to be at least as big and thick as a well hung human dick.

The root at her clit began to vibrate harder and harder. The blossoms at her breasts sucked harder, her breasts growing into full, perky double-d’s.

Hermione cam again just as the large root plunged into her virgin pussy. She didn’t care though. Whatever was in that nectar was more potent than the pollen. It hadn’t hurt.

“Fuck me!” Hermione shouted, bucking her hips against the root as it pounded into her. “Fuck me!” She never said such words in her life. They made her feel dirty and horny.

Before she could repeat them again, another rood shoved itself into her mouth, the sweet, slightly honey like taste of nectar filling her mouth as another root shoved into her ass.

The plant pounded into her, showing her no mercy as it lifted her out of the bathtub and had its way with her. She sucked on the dick-like root in her mouth greedily, wanting more nectar, more pleasure.

Soon she felt the roots in her cunt and ass pulsing as they came, spurting nectar inside her. The root in her mouth followed suit and as the sweet liquid coursed down her throat, she came again so hard everything went dark.

Waking up in chilled bath water, Hermione blinked. It took a minute for it all to come back to her.

Shooting up in the water, she looked around and found the Orchid sitting next to the sink where she’d left it. Normal size, completely unmoving.

“A dream?” she wondered. How dangerous to fall asleep in the bath. Smacking her lips, she could swear she felt the lingering taste of honey. “It was so real.”

Then she saw them. Reaching up she grabbed her breasts, her nipples instantly hardening at her touch and her pussy began wet. They were so sensitive and so HUGE.

Climbing out of the bath, she rushed to the mirror and looked at herself. Where her modest B-cup breasts had been now sat large, luscious boobs that seemed to defy gravity with their perkiness. They had to be at least Double-D’s but stood proudly to show they did not need a bra.

That wasn’t the only thing that had changed. Her frizzy hair had become sleeker, her lips fuller, her complexion flawless. Her hips seemed to have a seductive curve now.

“What’s happened to me?” she asked, leaning over the sink to get a better look at herself. She felt a mouth on her breasts and looked down to see one of the orchid blossomed sucking it lovingly before she moved away.

“Mr. Weasley couldn’t have sent this to me on purpose… right?” Not kind Mr. Weasley. “I need to get to Professor Sprout.” If anyone could identify what kind of plant this was and how to reverse its effects, it was the Herbology Teacher.

Looking back at her new body in the mirror, she sighed in dismay. “I just hope I have clothes that will fit…”