It was another year after Hermione and Harry had eaten Ginny. The couple had sung her praises for days after that, causing Ginny to blush a bit. Over the course of that year, Ginny had told her team members about her new job, and had been quickly stripped in the middle of their quidditch pitch to examine her meat. They all understood that should she be ordered she'd be out of practice afterwards for a while and allowed her to get dressed. One of the girls on the team, a blonde, that reminded Ginny of Draco, whispered in her ear. "When we win the Quidditch world cup, we want you to be our victory feast" She was also the team captain so what she said got Ginny determined to win. And win they did, causing the first win for the Wales team in decades. Ginny was a lovely feast, spit roasted over an open fire and prepared and served by Hermione herself. The girl bowed to her friends team mates, causing her massive chest to wiggle and make the girls watching her drool.
 
 "I hope you enjoy your meal ladies, and if you need anything else, please, don't hesitate to ask" She had to admit that she was proud of Ginny, only a few short years prior, she had discovered Hermione's secret, almost cost Hermione her job, and then, thanks to the spellwork she had put on the redhead, the two managed to come back as friends. She was pulled out of these thoughts as she was ordered to sit on the lap of the team captain and be groped and teased while the team ate. She left a wet spot on the captains team uniform from all the teasing she had recieved. Now Ginny was getting ordered almost immediately upon her name going up on the menu, mostly from quidditch fans that wanted a piece of the girl who played.
 
 Hermione was about set for life, given hers and Harry's frugal ways. Hermione grew up to very successful dentist parents, a couple who would be very disappointed in their daughter if they found out what she really did for a living. She told them that she was a waitress in an all wizarding high class restaurant, which wasn't exactly true. Yes she was a waitress, but muggles were allowed to be there, so long as they were brought in by a wizard friend or relative, or else they wouldn't be able to find the place. She didn't want to take the chance of her parents seeing her shaking her body for gold, taking dick in all of her holes, and then having another waitress, equally nude, serving her roasted body to a customer. They accepted this and only asked her to bring them home some food from time to time, which she was only too happy to do. On top of that, Harry wasn't allowed his own pocket money growing up, so he knew how to get by on as little as he could, so despite the fact that he had several tons of gold in his vault, rivaled by Hermione's own at this point, it was mostly there for saving rather than spending.
 
 After a dizzying trip through Gringotts, Hermione opened her own vault in the bowels of the bank and shook herself as she leaned against the wall for support. She hadn't done that in her entire life, always simply translating muggle money her parents had given her into Galleons at the front desk. After half a dozen years of storing her gold in her home in a safe in the basement, trusting Winky, Harry's house elf, to protect it, she didn't feel comfortable keeping that much riches in the home.
 
 Being about a few decades behind, the wizarding world was just now getting charge cards that muggles had had since the 1800s with their charge plates being the beginning of the credit era. Hermione simply asked Winky to help her load her coins into her ever expanding money pouch, with the same charm on it that her bag had when she was supposed to be in her seventh year, but instead saving the world from Voldemort, and waltzed into the bank. Luckily it was early morning and no one was around to see her naked aside from the goblins, who had no interest in human women. She blushed so bright that a drop of blood leaked out of her nose as she realized what she had done. She shook her head as she picked out an outfit from her shared closet with Harry's clothes, and put it on. "It's been so long since I had gone out anywhere in the morning that I forgot" she says actually giggling to herself.
 
 The goblins didn't say anything to her when she returned 20 minutes later with clothes on. They simply handed her a pamphlet for reading on how to get money out of her vault from anywhere in the british isles, and a few select places in america, usually limited to other banks and very high class places over there. Once she tucked it away in a pocket, she was handed a small rectangle of gold, a small knife and a piece of parchment for her to sign. Knowing how this worked, Hermione simply looked over the parchment contract, signed her name and poked her finger with the knife, holding the small cut over the gold bar while the goblin held his hand out and was chanting in his own races native tongue.
 
 As soon as the drop of blood splashed onto the bar, the goblin magic took hold of it and the drop split in half. Half of it leaped off of the bar and into a small vial another goblin was holding. The other half of the blood drop sank into the gold and started carving out shapes into the gold. After a minute or two, the blood leapt from one side of the gold to the middle where it sank without a mark into the center and the bar sat still after that. The goblin then led her through the bank to the mine carts and took her to her vault.
 
 When it got to Vault 6328, a vault in the newer areas of Gringotts, the goblin placed the vial into a small divot in a small hatch that he opened. If Hermione hadn't seen him do this, she would never have known it was there. As soon as the hatch was closed, the goblin ran his finger over it and it slid into the inner workings of the vault door. From that area where the hatch was, a wide circle of light spread and covered the door in white magic before fading away again. "That, Miss Granger, is a new piece of magic some of our cursebreakers managed to develop for us. It links the blood drop in the door with the blood drop in the gold, creating a magical link" he says opening the door. "Unfortunately, this means that you cannot leave your gold in the bag, it has to be dumped out unless you plan on withdrawing your entire savings every time you wish to purchase something" he says not sounding like he meant the unfortunate part. It was a well known fact that goblins loved gold, from the sight, the sound, and to a very rare few, the taste, but they weren't working in the banks where people's money was stored.
 
 Hermione nods her head and sees the large space that was entrusted to her by the bank. She steps forward and undoes the drawstring on her sack before tipping the bag upside down and watching the gold pour out of it, over 2 million gold Galleons cascaded over her feet, and filled the vault up to her knees. She turned around, while still dumping out the money, expecting to see it flooding out of the vault and down the canyon where the rails were attached. This was not the case however, and there seemed to be a barrier at the edge of the vault which bounced the coins back and not letting any of it out. When the last coin fell out, she returned to the goblin who was looking hungrily at the money. Not in the I want to eat it way, but in the amazement that she had that much. "Now how do I go about depositing money in there?" she asks tucking her bag into her purse.
 
 Shaking himself out of his trance, the goblin asks her to take a couple of handfuls of gold and put them on the floor outside the vault. When she does this, she notices a massive roll of parchment attached to the inside of the door near where the hatch was on the outside. She sets a small pile of gold on the floor and waits for her next order. "Now just toss the charge gold into the pile"
 
 She stands by the minecart and tosses the gold bar at the money she had on the floor. Due to the charms on it, the bar managed to peek into Hermione's head and see what she wanted it to go towards. Though the threw it a little too hard to get into the pile, it changed direction mid air and landed perfectly on the top of the pile of gold. As soon as it did this, each galleon in the pile was sucked up into the bar and materialized above the rest of her fortune and fell down into place. Then the massive roll of parchment started rolling into the door but instead of coming out the other side, the parchment piece materialized right where the charge bar was and gave her a readout of her bank information. What she had before the deposit, how much she deposited and how much she had after the deposit.
 
 She thanked the goblin and tried to keep her eyes closed on the minecart back up to the surface. She could handle being impaled with a spit and spun around over a blazing fire, she could handle a 400 degree oven, a roiling pot of water, and having her tits grilled and pussy fried, but couldn't handle the roller coaster that was Gringotts. After looking over her list again of how much money she had, she had a thought. She remembered her first cooking experience, and what happened during it, a blush came to her cheeks upon thinking about this, and headed towards the shop to recreate that experience.
 
 Half an hour later, after she walked out of the shop, she apparates home and pulls out her magical cell phone. She calls her work number leans back in her chair by the fire place. When the boss answers, he smiles at her. "What can I do for you Miss Granger?"
 
 "I need to call off from work tonight, I had some work done and I can't take the chance of being cooked and messing up what happened" she says blushing bright red at what she had done.
 
 "What kind of work?" he asks leaning close to his phone. In the magical world, new devices had been invented to mimic the functionality of cell phones. They worked the same as muggle cell phones on the cell phone end, but when they were calling a number such as a magical home or location, the effect was a bit different. Hermione's boss was staring at a perfect hologram of Hermione sitting on a hologram chair that was situated right on his desk.
 
 In answer, Hermione flashed him, giving him a nice long look at her tits. She of course knew all about this development, having been asked to help with a few things on it from her customers at the restaurant. Being a hero of the war, everyone knew she was muggle born and had grew up in the muggle world, they also knew she had high marks in school so she was a good choice for new magical breakthroughs. Giving her a real man's job away from the kitchen however, was something that was still decades away from actually happening in the wizarding world.
 
 He smiled and nodded his head upon seeing what she had done. "You have 3 days, I'm sure the potions the shop gave you will heal you up nicely, enjoy your time off meatgirl"
 
 "Thank you so much sir" she says pulling her shirt down. "I hope Harry likes what I did"
 
 "I'm sure he will, it suits you, take care Granger" and with that he hung up the phone.
 
 As it turned out, Harry did really like what she had done and the couple made love very hard that night. His exact words when he saw her was "But love, my birthday isn't for another 2 months" before picking her up in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom where she laid on her back or on her knees the whole night. The next morning, as she made breakfast for her man, she told him that because of her little side trip after opening her vault, she had off of work for the next few days. He smiled and kissed her lips in a long lingering kiss while playing with her breasts which made her wince in pain. "Oh sorry love, I didn't mean to hurt you" he says patting her shoulder instead and pulling her into a gentle hug.
 
 The next three days passed by quickly for most people but way too slowly for Hermione who wanted to feel the heat around her body to cook her. When she finally got back to work, the whole dining room turned when they heard her walk into the room. A number of patrons stood and clapped for her, seeing her back and with her new additions to her body was intoxicating to them. She immediately felt the hand of one of her customers the past couple of years on her rump. "Hey there gorgeous" he says and she turns around to face him.
 
 "Hey yourself" she says as she pushes her chest forward for him to play with like he liked to do. He pinches her nipples and pulls on them. "What are these?" he asks curiously, playing with them between his thumb and forefingers.
 
 "Oh, when I opened my vault the other day, I remembered when I was oven roasted shortly after I started working here" she says with little moans every time he pulled on her. "Towards the end of it, the chefs put pineapple slices on me and to keep them in place, they pierced me with toothpicks. I remembered how that made me feel then and I wanted to feel it again, with a little less heat this time" she says as she pushes his hands away from her breasts. "So when I saw the piercing place, I took a deep breath, walked right in and flashed the front desk man and asked him how much it would be to pierce these puppies" she says blushing.
 
 "I see" he says now moving his lips down to kiss one of those breasts. "And did he say they couldn't be eaten?" He asks giving a small nibble to the top of one.
 
 "No he didn't" she says pulling his head closer to get more tit in his mouth. "But I am saying they can't be just yet, they are still rather tender, which I know is usually a good thing, but I'd like them to remain whole for now" she says smiling at him as he stands back up. She then turns around and bends over, grabbing her knees. "Perhaps I could interest you in a succulent rump roast" she says shaking her rump back and forth for him. "I remember how much you enjoyed these cheeks last time"
 
 The man had to wipe his drool off of his lips and nods. "Alright, I want your rump roast today" he says pulling her back up by her breasts. He pulled her up this way but he was still gentle with her because he knew they were still tender to her. "And I'm going to eat you without a knife and fork" he says into her ear as he grinds against her rump and she follows him to his table so she knows where to deliver herself.
 
 She returns to the kitchen and smiles. "That was quick Granger, you aren't even back on the floor for an hour and you already have an order" Jack says from the stove where he was flipping one of the restaurants tit burgers. After she had blown him the night she lost her first virginity, he kept looking at her with lost puppy eyes, trying to buy her gifts and such. It was a rather awkward 3 months until she got up the nerve to tell him she was seeing someone, the someone being her ex Ron, and then politely asked him to back off a bit, and try to find someone who could make him happy. That someone was one of the other chefs, the woman who kissed her after she blew Jack.
 
 "It's one of my regulars, he wants my rump roast tonight, so I need the butt grill" she says getting a rolling cart along with the grill, complete with a long metal spike that would roast the inside of her rump as well, some oil and spices, a platter and an apple to bite into while her rump was being eaten. She pushed the cart out into the dining room and waved her wand around so that the privacy curtains lowered around them. She then moved the grill onto the table
 
 She then sprayed the pole that was meant to cook the insides of her rump with oil and smiled sexily at the customer. "You must really like the taste of my ass, this is the third time you've ordered it sir" She says as she turns away from him and spreads her rump for him. "Could you clean me out sir, it is standard practice for a meatgirl to be cleaned before she is roasted" she says turning back around and pushing out her lower lip for him.
 
 "I'd be glad to" he says pulling out his own wand and pressing the tip into her rump and saying "Scourgify!" Hermione's head tilts back and her tits jiggle as the stinging feeling assaults her lower half but she knows that she'll taste all the better because of it. "And you meatgirl, have the finest ass of any meatgirl I have ever eaten" he says leaning forward to kiss one of her cheeks. "I consider this a delicacy of royal proportions"
 
 "Thank you sir, I wasn't dirty but I like the feeling, and it is standard practice on any meatgirl" she says taking the special made plug for the grill and attaches it's two ends to the base and tip of her wand. The wand and plug spark like jumper cables on a car battery and it siphons magic off of the wand and, by extension, from her own body and starts heating up the grill to cook her rump roast.
 
 "Of course girl, you are my favorite waitress after all" he says as he tells her to keep that position. She does so and he sprays cool oil over her rump and rubs in, giving hard squeezes every few moments as he feels the meat underneath his hands. While he was doing this, her pussy was dripping all over the table as she pulled on her nipple piercings and the feelings he was giving her from his hands was something she could only feel when she was meat for an evening. After her ass was nice and oiled up, covered in oil and shining all around her cheeks, he started shaking various spices over his meal that evening. Each spice covered more and more of her slightly tanned flesh. She had taken to sunbathing in the back yard daily so that she could look tan and sexy for her customers. Their backyard was magically charmed to be a nice 90 degrees with a hot fake sun overhead even in midwinter, so she could lay in the grass daily and soak up some warmth and sun for her body to absorb and get darker.
 
 She found this actually did bring her in some extra money and found it very interesting how now her body actually steamed when she went outside to the real winter winds. It was almost like her whole body was in a near permanant state of being cooked. She found that very arousing, and so did Ginny. She had come over once one afternoon after quidditch practice and stopped dead in her tracks. Hermione was steaming as she walked out to the front of the house to get the mail, and she saw that she was in fact steaming. At first worried, Ginny followed her inside just in time to see Hermione strip down naked in her kitchen and release more of the steam off her body that had been generated and sealed in by her outdoors clothes. Ginny came up to Hermione and sniffed her, wondering what was going on, thinking she had put herself in the oven for a bit just for fun. Hermione giggled and told her that she had charmed the backyard to be hot summer temperatures so that she could tan all year round. Or rather, she tried to, as Ginny had captured her lips in hers and the two wound up scissoring in the backyard until Harry got home, at which point her promptly dropped trow and Hermione did her girlfriend duties and sucked him off while Ginny was rubbing their pussies together.
 
 He finally patted her rump a few times and says "Good girl, sitting still so I can prepare my dinner, and now it's time for you to get cooking"
 
 "MMM Yes Master" she says as she crawls over to the now steaming grill. It took her a few tries at home to get herself ready for this, but she eventually lowered her mouth down on the burning hot cooking implement that was meant for her rump, and bobbed her head on it a few times, staring her diner in the face, even as steam wafts off her mouth. She finally pops off, sprays it with more oil and spreads her legs just a bit to lower her rump down onto the hot shaft that will keep her in place.
 
 She grunted in pain as she felt the hot metal pierce her rump, but it was one full of pleasure, she loved that feeling. Her slightly cooked tongue from what she had just done was a surreal experience for her as well, she couldn't believe she had just fellated a cooking pole. After a minute, her oiled and seasoned rump landed on the grill and a great deluge of steam wafted off her ass as she sat on the grill. Every few seconds another sizzle would come up between her legs as her wet pussy dripped onto the hot bars. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth as she was enjoying the feeling of her roasting ass and she wanted to play with herself. However, being cooked meant that she was also owned until she went into the box in the kitchens, so she wasn't allowed to do this. She didn't even notice that he was shaking salt and pepper on her tongue, cooked as it was, she couldn't taste it.
 
 She watched as the man stands up and cups her breasts, the line of flesh between his thumb and pointer finger perfectly shaped around her hard nipples as he squeezes her. Then he leans forward, meeting Hermione half way as she did the same and deepened the kiss as the timer she had set up as soon as her ass made contact with the grill ticked down. She was really enjoying the feeling, making out with a somewhat strange man while her ass cooked for his enjoyment, but then he went and made it far better.
 
 He teased her tongue until it was inside his mouth, playing with his and swirling around his mouth. She gave a moan as he pulled on her nipple piercings, causing her eyes to flutter closed, and her pussy to drip more juices onto the hot metal. Then he bit down. Her tongue wasn't fully cooked, but it wasn't dangerous to eat as she had fellated it for a few minutes. It not being that big of a piece of meat, it didn't take that long to cook. Her eyes widened as he pulled back and starts chewing the bit of tongue he had in his mouth before wiping his lips. Hermione stuck her fingers in her mouth to feel what he had done and shivered at the feel of the teeth shaped marks deep where her tongue used to be.
 
 Completely ignoring her training, while one hand was in her mouth tracing the teeth marks on her tongue, her other hand was furiously masturbating herself shocked that this had happened. Her tongue hadn't been on the menu that evening, hadn't even been ordered but she wasn't going to charge him for it, he surprised her so much that she forgot that he had to pay for her.
 
 With about half of her tongue devoured, Hermione was unable to speak aside from grunts and moans. She just moaned quietly as she brought her rump up off the grill briefly so he could spray it with the oil to make her stay moist and juicy and lowered herself back down, still masturbating the entire time. As soon as the timer went off, letting the two know that she was done cooking, Hermione came, gushing all over the grill and table. Or she would have if the man hadn't summoned a glass with his wand to catch the extra bits and set it aside while she carefully removed herself from the hard cooking spike that had impaled her. The waitress that replaced her for that evening brought over a platter for Hermione to lay on for dinner and removed the grill for cleaning while Hermione sat on the lettuce. Her cooked grilled rump was burning her heels as she sat on them, but that didn't bother her. She grabbed the apple off the cart and put it in her mouth before leaning forward, wincing in pleasure as her piercings pressed up into her chest as they pressed against the cold lettuce.
 
 She leaned on her elbows in a suckling pig pose, the same one she was in when she was cooked the second time by the rich wizard who had taken her first virginity. As she did this, she felt a calmness take over her, she was in her proper place in the world, cooked on a platter for someone to eat and she loved feeling that way, especially after being cooked. She closes her eyes and tries to lick the apple in her mouth as she had done numerous times when she was cooked before and shivered upon remembering that she couldn't. She smiles in spite of this though, knowing that she would be a real treat for this man who had eaten her more often than just any of the other customers who came to this restaurant.
 
 He stands up after taking a small sip out of her cum glass and pours the rest over her rump, sending chills up and down her spine upon feeling this and she winked at the man before closing her eyes again. She was relaxing happily, breathing heavily at this that she wanted never to leave the table, she wanted to be thought of only as meat, but she knew she'd never be able to do this. She was amazed at herself as she heard the soft sounds behind her of a knife and fork being scraped together. She was amazed that after all the hard work she put in at school, all the trouble she went through when she was 17 to help save the world with Harry, the torture she went through by the hands of Malfoy's aunt, putting up with Ron, then being very happy with Harry, that she wanted to let it all go and just be meat. Honestly she was surprised the realization didn't hit 5 years ago when she was eaten the first couple of times. She would never do that to Harry though, she loved him, and he'd just proposed to her the night before.
 
 She felt him press his hand to her steaming rump and wince with how hot her body was. She heard him gasp when he did this and then felt his hand on her sides. He leaned in and licked around her clean asshole before sinking his teeth into her rump. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she feels him biting into her, licking her, tasting her, eating her luscious well fucked ass.
 
 She really wanted to remove the apple from her mouth and tell him to bite her harder, that she could still feel it in her cooked rump, and wanted to feel more, but her current lack of tongue prevented this. As such, she laid there on the table, breathing heavily with every bite he takes, looking back on him as best as she can and smiling behind the apple as her grease leaks down his chin and lands on her legs as he has his favorite meal.
 
 The rest of the meal takes place just as it always had, with the addition of him going just a tad bit too far and causing some bleeding to occur which was quickly patched up once she was in the restoration box. She walks out of the box and, for the first time since she started working there, she was able to go back to work after being revived, though she was still off the menu having gone in the box once that day. She made a large number of galleons that evening and carefully threw her charge plate through the air to her stack of gold and watched as the whole pile was transported to her vault. When she was finished with her shift, she sat nude at the bar and had a drink. Over the last half a decade, she'd been drinking more and more though never gotten black out drunk. She found it helped when she didn't have to pay for the drinks herself and was sipping a rather strong drink right then.
 
 After work, she called out for the knight bus, conjuring some clothes so she didn't ride the whole trip naked, and took the bus home as she didn't trust herself not to splinch herself apparating.
 
 She went shopping later on that day and came across a woman who pulled her into an alleyway, gripped her breasts and opened her top to suckle on a nipple. Hermione was about to scream out rape but a hand was covering her mouth. "Hush meatgirl, I want you to be my food and I will have you" Hearing this, Hermione relaxed and felt fingers enter her pussy.
 
 "Ma'am, i'm sorry, but I'm not at work right now, I think you will need to order me before" she gasps here as the woman had hit a sensitive spot on her pussy. "Before you actually eat me, and I need a way to return which the restaurant has" she quickly gets out before the woman can pleasure her some more. Currently she was nipping and suckling on her breast meat to give her a good sized hickey on her boobs. The woman wasn't going to take no for an answer, she wanted this meatgirl for food and she was going to have it. With a snap of her fingers, a barrier erected itself around the two as she took Hermione's head and forced her down to her knees before grinding her pussy on Hermione's face. Hermione took to the job immediately, her submissive side kicking in and she started licking.
 
 "Give me your panties girl" she says and Hermione pulls out her wand, taps her panties with the tip of it, and they pop off of her.
 
 "Figures the one day I decide to actually wear underwear they get taken from me" she thinks to herself as she licks and watches the woman pocket her underwear. The way the whole thing happened, Hermione wasn't able to see who it was that was doing this, but her submissive nature, and her job made her want to serve with the woman knowing she was a meatgirl. The woman was humping and grinding against Hermione's face and moaning softly at Hermione's tongue.
 
 10 minutes later, the woman stepped back, after spraying all over Hermione's face, breathing deeply and waves her hand around. She could hear the barrier dissipating, and feel her hair, which was severely mussed up from the womans hands digging into the back of her head, fixing itself. Her shirt righted itself and rebuttoned, but her panties did not return to around her waist. She stood up but the woman was already walking away so Hermione didn't get a good look at her face. "I'll see you again soon meatgirl" she says loudly enough for a lot of Diagon Alley to stop and look around at who was being called that and by whom.
 
 Hermione blushed as she walked around the alley to do her shopping, gulping at the eyes following her around everywhere she went that day. She finished her shopping, surprisingly not a single book was on her shopping list for the first time in almost 2 decades.
 
 That night, she went into work and had an early night out because of another waitress having been ordered so she wasn't needed the whole night through. Just after she apparated out of there, the woman from the alley walked into the restaurant and ordered Hermione, her coin purse jangling merrily as she walked. "I'd like to order Hermione Granger for my dinner tonight please" she says tipping her bag of coins out onto the counter where they rolled about but magically coalesced into a perfect stack.
 
 "I'm sorry ma'am, she just clocked out for the evening, however she will be back tomorrow evening" the man behind the counter says looking at the coins. "We have a whole other menu available to order from however" he says with a smile.
 
 She shakes her head and waves her hand at the coins that fly back into her purse. "Though I do have another idea, i'd like to speak with your manager about please" she says still kindly. The man visibly relaxes as he had been there for a good number of customers who wanted things their way and not the way the restaurant required and its rules said was how things were to go.
 
 "Just one moment ma'am" he says heading to the managers office off the kitchen and tells him that he had a customer who wanted to speak with him. Once he gave her a mini portkey to enter his office, she sat down and shook his hand. "I have a proposition for you" she says as she leans back.
 
 "And that is?" he asks curious about her idea she had.
 
 "Well it involves Hermione Granger"
 
 "Of course it does" He says chuckling. "A lot of the changes around here have been because of her" He told her of the increase in security after one man groped her the day after she got reformed, then the fight with Ginny in the private room, and the increase in male meat at the restauarnt.
 
 She smiled and nodded, telling him how she'd been watching her for weeks, coming in just for the sight of the beautiful meat girl that made her so hungry. And how she met her in Diagon Alley which gave her the idea.
 
 It was a good half hour of discussion before the boss nods his head. "If I can get her to agree to it, she's yours, how long were you thinking?"
 
 "Two weeks would be perfect, of course i'd pay her entire wages if you are unable to, since she would technically be on the clock the whole time"
 
 He shakes his head, recognizing her name from one of the most prominant witches the ministry had, as well as being a rich wizarding family so she had a good sized bank vault anyway. "Maybe we could meet halfway, that would be fair for both of us I think" he says smiling.
 
 "Then it's a deal" she says standing up and taking his hand. "I must get going I have some things to prepare, if you can get her to agree, i'll be ready for her in a week"
 
 The next morning, or rather, at noon the next day as she had fallen asleep in her bed with Harry about 5 AM, Hermione was awoken by her cell phone going off. She reached out for her nightstand, misses and tries again to grab the phone. This time she hits the magical projection button and opens one bleary eye to see her boss' projection staring at her. "Good Morning Granger" he says chuckling as he takes in the projection that was beaming into his area. He looked her over, from her severely messy hair, far messier than what she'd had at school, and the lumps in the blanket that signified her luscious meaty body.
 
 "Morning boss" she says, sitting up and yawning, arching her back in a wide stretch as the blankets fall off, revealing her breasts, the piercings glinting in the light. "Did you need something?"
 
 "Why yes as a matter of fact I did" he says leaning forward. "You have been chosen to experiment with a new service we are offering" he says twirling something around his fingers. She immediately knew what it was knowing the way the boss was and what he usually had in mind.
 
 "You've got my interest" she says smoothing out her hair a bit and using her wand to finish the job. She desperately tried to ignore the fact that what her boss was twirling around her finger made her wet and aroused, but she knew it wasn't going to be long before she was giving her boss masturbation show.
 
 And so he spent a good 10 minutes explaining what the new service entailed, his projection floating along behind Hermione as she took her phone with her to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Hermione turned around, her breasts jiggling as she does so, a look of hesitation on her face. "I'm not sure boss" she says gulping. "I've never done anything like this before" she says taking a large gulp of tea now. "Couldn't Brittney or Sandra do it instead?"
 
 "You were asked for specifically" he says smiling. He had seen her body enough that he didn't need to look down at her shaking breasts to enjoy them and he just stared her in the face. "Otherwise I would ask Brittney to do it" he says shrugging. "The choice is all up to you, it's not going to affect your job one way or the other if you refuse, though we may lose a valued customer"
 
 He then went on to explain to her more about her job offer, more on what would be done to her body than actually what the job entails, and it caused her to wetten and arouse her while she played with her nipples and clit. When he finished explaining it to her, she was on the edge of orgasm, her tea cold and forgotten next to her on the counter as she leaned against it and moaned. "I'll do it" she says gulping. "How long do I have before this service starts?"
 
 "One week, then you will be on this assignment for another two, and your pay will reflect that as if you are working 24 hours a day for that whole time" he says. This fact seemed to have pushed her over the edge and she squirted all over the floor and falls against the counter.
 
 "Yes sir, I'll be ready" she says breathlessly as she sits against the counter and her head tilted back. "Thank you for the opportunity" she says as he hangs up the phone and Hermione pushes her hair out of her eyes. "I have to tell Harry" she says breathing heavily still.
 
 That evening, when Harry got home, Hermione was found on the table, bound up in a turkey position, a carrot in her ass and a cucumber in her pussy, her body greased and oiled with a topping of spices and an apple in her mouth. She was surrounded by food that their house elf had made for Harry's dinner and Hermione was the centerpiece. He had a good dinner that night, with a wonderful dessert being Hermione's pussy coated in ice cream and hot fudge. After a meal like that he was only too happy to allow her to go for her jobs newest assignment.
 
 One week later, Hermione was at work but it was different today. First off, she was working the day shift, where she usually worked the night shift, second, she was stood up on a pedastal, her arms tied behind her back, a ball gag in her mouth, her hair put up into two slutty ponytails, and a vibrator in her pussy, slowly turning around and around to face the whole room while she waits. It wasn't until midnight when the person who started this whole thing entered the building. By this point, Hermione's knees were shaking and quaking as the sheer amount of orgasms had exhausted her.
 
 The woman's heels clicked on the tile surface of the restaurant and straight up the platform to Hermione where she crossed her arms and waited patiently for Hermione to face her. Hermione had been shown a photo of the woman who had purchased her and such knew just who she was when the older woman, mid 40's, came into her view. As soon as she was facing her owner, the podium stopped and Hermione stopped spinning. The woman reached behind her and undid the bindings. "Kneel girl" And Hermione kneeled down before the woman. She snapped her fingers and the ball gag disappeared from Hermione's mouth. "Who are you?"
 
 Hermione gasped when she remembered the afternoon in the alleyway with a woman who had recognized her as a meatgirl in public. Not many people could manipulate their magic just by snapping their fingers, so she assumed this woman and the woman who had used her mouth were one and the same. "I am your property ma'am, your slave, your food, your slut to do with as you please" Hermione says while still staring at the floor. The woman patted her head and allowed her to stand. As soon as she was on two feet again, Hermione gasped when a wand was placed between her tits and a spell was spoken, sending a cold then hot feeling all through her.
 
 "That's a good girl" she says ruffling up her hair with more pets. "You sure do know your place don't you?"
 
 "Yes Mistress" Hermione says as her mistress runs her hands up and down her body, cupping her breasts and moving up to her neck. Once she gets up to her neck, she snaps her fingers and a collar appears in her hand and gets wrapped around Hermione's neck and click into place. A leash was pulled out of her belt loops and clipped onto the collar.
 
 "Hands behind your back meat" she says holding the rope that had bound her arms before and waits for Hermione to obey. Hermione gulped as she was ordered around and she was enjoying it. She trembled as she moved her hands behind her back and feels them being bound once again. The leash was pulled and she followed behind her owner, not towards the private rooms like was usual, but towards the exit of the restaurant. She struggled briefly once the door was opened and she was exposed to the warm summer air of the rest of the area outside the building. Her mistress went back in to see the people watching as Hermione was being led away. A few of the customers were whispering and the two could hear what was being whispered.
 
 "Is she going to eat her and not bring our favorite waitress back?"
 
 "We can take the meat out of here if it's live?"
 
 "That is such a nice ass" this one caused Hermione to blush deeply.
 
 "OH don't worry everyone" she says to the room making it quiet down in a wave. "I'll bring your favorite waitress back in about two weeks" she says as she reaches back and smacks Hermione's ass. The meaty ass jiggles a bit at the slap and she whines out in embarrassment as the door to the restaurant is still wide open and people are staring at her who have no idea she is a meatgirl. The interesting thing is that everyone who walks by takes a quick look inside at her, stops to stare and smile, even some of them get a bulge in their pants at the look of her, and keep going as if they didn't see anything.
 
 Hermione didn't have time to question this idea as her mistress comes back in front of her. "Open your mouth meatgirl" she says causing Hermione to obey, her chin trembling just like her hands did as she did as she was told. A new ball gag was placed in her mouth and clipped behind her head under the twin pony tails. She shuddered and her pussy moistened as she was led out of the job site. As soon as she stepped out onto the sidewalk outside the building, her mistress snapped her fingers and she lifted a quarter inch up off the ground so protective coverings could coat her feet. She knew better than to disobey a direct order even if it made her tremble in fear.
 
 She was amazed at how it felt to be naked outside with hundreds of other people that didn't normally see her nude like this, that it didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. What she didn't know was that her mistress, when she poked her with her wand, had actually put a powerful spell on her. It would make everyone notice her, but then once she was out of their line of sight, they'd forget about her immediately, giving Hermione that powerful jolt of embarrassment and arousal, while no one would actually remember anything about her. People who have eaten her meat before would not be affected by it however. It was similar to how the spell she'd put on Ginny when they'd had their fight in the private room had faded away when Ginny had eaten her tit burger.
 
 As they walked, Hermione actually got a nosebleed from just how many people were staring at her body. She couldn't fathom how this was any different from walking around the restaurant floor naked but then it hit her that on the restaurant floor, she was supposed to be the menu. Out here she was a witch, a witch on a leash, gagged and bound, and naked, but still a witch. Following behind her was a long string of wet pavement as she walked around.
 
 She was led around the area near the restaurant, which was in the most popular area of London with many other restaurants around. She got even more aroused at the thought that any one of these places could walk out, see her and want to eat her like the patrons at her job all did. As she walked, her breasts bounced up and down, and her nipples never softened once the entire time she was led around. Nor did her face lighten back to the tan she'd gotten in her back yard either.
 
 It was an hour before the two reached her mistress' home where she was ordered onto her knees. It was now that her blush faded away and she nodded her head as she fell to her knees. Her mistress walks around her, adjusting her position, spreading her legs to allow her pussy to be on display for her mistress to look at as she wished. She then pulls her hair so her back arches and her breasts are pushed forwards a tad, her piercings glinting in the light.
 
 "For the next two weeks you shall be my slave" she says as she snaps her fingers and the ball gag unclips from behind her head and it drops out of her mouth.
 
 "Yes Mistress" she says bobbing her head, her hair bouncing as she moves.
 
 "You will do my cooking, my cleaning, you will go with me to go shopping, and you will sleep in the cage and rest in the cage as well" she says gesturing to the cage that was in front of the floor to ceiling windows. "Or you can stay out back in the dog house slave" she says petting Hermione's head gently.
 
 "As you wish Mistress, thank you for choosing me" she says hotly, her hands clenching and unclenching in pleasure.
 
 The woman sat down in a chair and made a gesture at Hermione to come forward. "Come here girl" she says and watches as Hermione wiggle forward on her knees until she is sitting between her mistress' legs. She guides Hermione's head to her thigh and watches her eyes close in relaxation as she began to pet her head gently. Hermione's eyes fluttered closed and she sighs happily as she is petted. "Oh and one final thing for right now. You are not allowed to pleasure yourself unless I order you to for my entertainment, that pussy is mine to play with until I return you to your job, not yours and no one elses is that clear?"
 
 "Yes Mistress, I am but an object for your entertainment" Hermione says as she begins to relax even further in her owners care.
 
 "My name is Janice" she says as she puts one finger on Hermione's forehead and pushed her back until her back arches and cups one of Hermione's breasts, causing her to moan and push her chest forward into the womans hand, her nipple pushing between two fingers.
 
 "I can't wait to roast you up in my backyard" she says as she leans in and plants a powerful kiss on Hermione's lips, her tongue tangling with hers as Hermione's eyes widen at the words she had just heard.
 
 "Yes Mistress Janice" she says moaning once Janice pulled away and let Hermione relax on the floor. "I will be happy to roast for you, I hope I taste good for you" she says as her breathing returns to normal.
 
 Janice leans back in the chair and snaps her fingers again, a spark appears between her fingers with how much magic she was generating and the bonds fell off Hermione's arms and she was brought to her feet. "Go make me my dinner slave" she says pointing to the kitchen and telling her what she wants.
 
 "Yes Mistress" Hermione says heading towards the kitchen with her ass bouncing with every step. She soon appeared with a steaming meal on a tray, bowing gently to her. "Your dinner Mistress" she says waiting patiently for her mistress to take the food.
 
 "Get on all fours, you shall be my table" she says pointing at the floor in front of her chair. Hermione bowed after setting the tray on the table next to her mistress and crawled down in front of her. Janice put the tray on Hermione's back and patted her head. "Good girl" she says while Hermione gave a gentle moan at the position she was in.
 
 Janice rested one hand on Hermione's rump and the other played with her food with the fork. Sometimes she'd poke at Hermione's shoulder or slid the fork underneath and poked at her hard nipple. It was a long meal for Hermione as she played the part of the table for her Mistress. She gasped when Janice slid her finger along her pussy lips. A single finger enters her passage and Hermione can't help but shudder as Janice eats through her meal. When it was all over, Janice pinches Hermione's rump and slides a finger into the rump as well. Hermione pushes her rump backwards to get more finger inside her, only to recieve a slap on ass. "NO, you will spill my wine" Janice says guiding Hermione back into the original position.
 
 Janice then began to pet Hermione while sipping on her wine before an idea came to her. "Let's test your balance girl, I want you to crawl to the kitchen and keep the tray on your back like a good girl" she says watching Hermione do as she was told. She managed to do her order properly, only slipping a quarter of an inch when she got to the counter but caught the tray with her magic with a bit of wandless magic.
 
 "Now what mistress?" she calls from her position on the floor. "How am I to get it up into the sink to wash it?"
 
 "You know what to do, you just need to put it in there" she says leaning on the door way watching Hermione's rump as it moves around. "You passed the test, just do my dishes slave" she says patting Hermione on the head, causing her to let out a gentle purr in happiness that she is pleasing her owner. She stood up onto her feet and stumbled a tad with how much she was on her hands and knees. Her collar jingles as she cleans the dishes for her mistress and gives a gentle smile. She really liked being like this, working and taking orders. It was starting to cause a tear in what she wanted. She loved Harry with all her heart, she wanted to be his, give him a family that he'd never really had, but at the same time, she wanted to be a slave for this woman, for any one who would take care of her. That would take a lot of thinking about later so she could make a decision.
 
 After the dishes were done, Hermione turns around to see her mistress on the phone and kneels at her feet to await further instructions. "OH yes honey i'll be right over, keep it nice and firm for me" she says as she attaches a leash onto Hermione's collar.
 
 "Are we going for a walk mistress?" she asks sitting up to allow the leash to go on.
 
 "No slave, no, I am taking you out back, mistress has something to do so you will need to stay in your dog house, but i'll be back soon" She says opening the door and watching Hermione crawl out back. She went straight to the dog house which had a glow above the door. When she sat in front of it and had her leash attached to the house, the glow faded to reveal "Hermione-Meat" on the tag. "Now don't go anywhere slave, this is where you belong right now" she says heading back in the house.
 
 "As you wish Mistress" she says respectfully bending over and kissing her feet before she left. Then Hermione sat, on her knees, her hands on the ground in such a way that her breasts were pushed forward and she stuck her tongue out like a good dog would. A few moments later, a steaming bowl floated out to her filled with food, chopped up in easy to eat chunks followed by a bowl filled with water and set down in front of her.
 
 "Make sure you eat it all slave, Mistress will be back soon and if you are good, you may have a treat" Janice calls out from the doorway as Hermione lowers her mouth down to eat her dinner like a dog. She watches as her Mistress disapparates and suddenly she feels sad with her mistress not being there.
 
 She shakes her head and blinks a few times. "Get a grip on yourself Hermione, you are not being abandoned, she's just going out she'll be back" she says to herself as she goes back to eating. Once her food bowl was empty, it hovered up and took itself into the house as she took some water out of her water dish. After she drank her fill, she curled up on the ground, her breasts squishing into the cold ground and making her shiver.
 
 Her nipples rubbed across the ground and she moaned gently at the feeling of the ground pressing against her body. She took this time to think, think about how her life had changed since she graduated school. When school ended she was a war hero, with a handsome redheaded boyfriend who had a bit of an anger issue. Now, she was nothing but a slave with a handsome black haired boyfriend, curled up naked in her mistress' backyard. "Oh how things change" she says rolling over onto her back and looking up at the sky. "From war hero to whore slave" she giggles as her hands roam over her body. She soon falls asleep, basking in the sunlight of the afternoon as her mistress had eaten dinner early.
 
 She was awoken to the clap of thunder in the sky above. The first thing she realizes is that she is soaking wet. Now normally this was nothing new, she'd been in a near constant state of arousal for the past 2 years. But this was different as it was pouring rain. For an instant, Hermione forgot where she was and what her place in the world was and ran towards the house. She only got about 5 feet before her feet were whisked out from under her as the force of her run pulled the leash taut and she slammed into the muddy ground with a wet splash. She rubbed her neck and her life caught up to her. She was ashamed of herself as she crawled into the dog house. On the way to the dog house, she slipped and her tits landed in the mud and coated her chest in sticky brown muck.
 
 She tried to clean herself off once she was in the dog house by sticking her hand out of the doorway and wiping off what she could but it wasn't doing much good. Finally, she just crawled back out and sat in the cold rain until her chest was clean again. She went back into her dog house again and curled up, surprisingly comfortable in the little house. The sky was illuminated with a bright flash of lightning followed shortly by a loud clap of thunder making Hermione jump and she rubbed her head as she had hit the top of the dog house when she jumped. She sighed happily, feeling like she was in the place she needed to be in her life. Naked, at the mercy of someone more powerful than her and taking orders for their pleasure.
 
 She was sitting in her dog house for about an hour, patiently waiting for her mistress to get home so she could get warm and dry. She didn't mind being outside like this, she was on the level of an animal, and it was the will of nature to get her like this, but she did miss feeling warm.
 
 When she heard the pop in the house of her mistress getting home, and seeing that the rain had stopped, Hermione decided to have a bit of fun. She crawled out of the house and started playing in the warm evening. Shaking her rump and chasing her imaginary tail, licking her breasts that had some water on them from the rain that hadn't dried on her yet, and returned to chasing her tail. She had to stop and breathe as she had gotten dizzy doing that and smiled when she saw her mistress coming out to her. "Good girl!" She says happily, petting her wet hair and undoing the leash from the dog house. "Come on in the house, Mistress has a treat for you" she says snapping her fingers and a warming spell wafted over Hermione drying her off and making her feel nice and warm.
 
 Hermione sighed happily as she crawled into the house, feeling the spellwork take effect around her, cleaning her and making her skin as tan and pristine as it was before she was put out into the backyard. She sits obediently in the living room as she was ordered and waits for her mistress to give her the treat she promised. She then gasped when a blindfold was put around her eyes and her arms were pulled behind her back. She then felt herself being lifted up and put down after being moved a few feet. "Tell me slave, do you deserve to get a treat from your mistress?" Janice says as she sits in her chair with her legs on either side of Hermione's bound form.
 
 "No Mistress" she says taking a deep breath. "I fell asleep in the backyard and when I woke up it was raining so I tried to run to the house. I disobeyed your orders to stay out back and attempted to come inside" she says trembling.
 
 Janice petted Hermione on the head as she told how she had disobeyed, then tangled her fingers in Hermione's hair and pulled her forward. "Good girl, telling Mistress the truth" she says pushing Hermione's lips to her thigh and sliding them all the way up. "Now for your honesty, you get to eat me out" she says licking her lips.
 
 "Yes Mistress, anything this slave can do she will do" she says as she starts licking at the pussy that she couldn't see. In her years working at the restaurant, she'd eaten many different pussies, both the pussies of customers whom had ordered her, and wanted her to pleasure them before she was cooked, and the pussies of other waitresses that had been asked to be roasted for work parties. She'd even eaten this womans pussy in the alleyway while shopping, but it tasted different then. Now it tasted saltier, creamier.
 
 As she swirled her tongue around her owners clit, it hit her. She was licking the cum out of her mistress' pussy. "Mistress, I am happy to clean you out after your date" she says tilting sideways and kissing her on her thigh before returning to clean her mistress out. Janice reached between her legs and spread her pussy open for Hermione to get a better access to her hole.
 
 Hermione rather enjoyed eating out her mistress, thoroughly cleaning her out and tasting some random strangers cum that she had no idea whom it belonged to. She was soon rewarded for her efforts when a stream of cum, male and female mixed together, sprayed into her mouth and coated her tongue in the most delicious taste she's ever had that wasn't witch or wizard meat.
 
 Janice got up and patted Hermione's head gently. "Good girl, i'm going to go inspect your work" she says leaving Hermione on her knees in the living room, face soaked and dripping with cum. She checks and only finds a very small amount of cum still left inside her and was proud of her slave for cleaning her so well when she couldn't even see.
 
 With another snap of her fingers, the bonds fall off of Hermione's hands and Janice pats her own thighs. "Come here girl, Come here" she says loudly and hears Hermione slowly crawl her way to her, still blindfolded and her tits jiggling as she crawls along. When she gets to where she guessed her mistress was, Hermione sat up, her rump on her heels and her hands raised up to her shoulders and fingers down in a begging position. Her tongue was hanging out as she panted and waited for pets. "Good girl" she says as she leans down and kisses Hermione on the forehead. "You cleaned Mistress very well, you did a good job" she says patting Hermione's breast like she knew she liked.
 
 Hermione moaned and nodded her head. "Thank you Mistress, it was very enjoyable to clean you off and out, it was a pleasure" she says leaning into the pats and smiled before returning to her position to give her mistress all of her body. Janice put her foot on Hermione's forehead, causing her to jump as she was still blindfolded and give a gentle scream as she falls over onto her back.
 
 "Spread those slutty legs and reveal yourself" she says poking Hermione's inner thighs and pushing them with her toes. Hermione's breath trembles as she does as she is ordered and a gentle sweet scent rises up from between her legs. "Oh that look suits you Miss Granger, on your back, legs spread and pussy dripping all over the floor"
 
 Hermione moaned at the words that were being said to her and nodded. "Yes Mistress, I've been turned on for 2 years now and hopefully that will continue for many more years to come" she says hotly, not being able to see Janice kneel down between her legs and gasped when she adjusted her legs positioning. Her moanings started almost as soon as Janice's tongue started pleasing her pussy and her hands began to flex against the floor as Janice proved to be a very talented pussy eater.
 
 She was writhing around on the floor for only 5 minutes before she came, covering Janice's face in cum and covered in sweat. She was ashamed that it was the best orgasm in her whole life. Even Harry or Ginny hadn't been able to give her an orgasm that hard that fast. She breathed a deep sigh of pleasure as her body ran out of energy and she passed out with a smile on her face.
 
 When she wakes up, she finds herself in a room coated in deep black darkness. She sits up and feels the bars of a cage on her head, causing a soft metal clanging as she falls back down. "Mistress must have moved me to my cage" she says rubbing her head a tad and laying in a ball in the cage. She smiles as she can feel the effects of a warming spell on her body and knew that her mistress had cast it so she would stay warm that night with no blankets. She put her hands between her legs and began to play with herself, but realizes at her first moan that she didn't have permission to do this, and reluctantly pulled her hand away to try to get some sleep that night.
 
 Everything was going great as Mistress Janice's slave, once she got over and figured out that the people on the street would forget about her as soon as she wasn't in their line of sight anymore. She assumed it was a modified Fidelius charm which would break if the Mistress told certain people about her. Every morning, Hermione would wake up to pets from her Mistress, who would spend the first hour after she got up cuddling with her slave. Hermione would find herself sleeping in the cage, which was located somewhere different based on the circumstances, at night. If she passed out from pleasure, she'd wake up in a seperate room from her mistress in the middle of the night and go back to sleep. If she was conscious all the way up to bedtime, she'd crawl into the cage at the foot of Mistress' bed. Either way she'd wake up keeping her mistress' feet and legs warm with her own body and having her hair played with.
 
 Once that was done, she'd crawl to the kitchen and make her mistress breakfast, deliver it to her and kneel before her to act as her table for the meal. Following this, she'd wash the dishes, sometimes get groped as she puttered around cleaning and such, and put them away. Most days she'd continue her chores for the day with the laundry and folding the clothes when they were done while her mistress read a book and gave her more orders so she would always have something to do. She was only allowed half an hour while the clothes were in the washer to prepare and eat her own breakfast out of her food dish.
 
 Her wand was confiscated from her at the restaurant and put in the vault there, with instructions for her that she would be allowed it back when she had her freedom in 2 weeks so everything Hermione did was by hand with no magical assistance, aside from the accidental bit of magic she'd done when she almost dropped her mistress' tray on her first night there. Having grown up doing exactly that, it didn't bother her at all not to be able to perform her magic at will. She figured Ginny would have issues with this as they grew up the exact opposite, always having magical solutions to their issues and most of the house operating on magic.
 
 Most of the morning was consisting of chores, and every day around Noon, Hermione would crawl to her mistress and put her leash in her lap from her mouth and look up into her owners face as she silently begged for her walk. This had become something she thoroughly enjoyed, feeling the warm fresh air on her body as she crawled along, seeing people look at her and then forget about her. That was such a surprising turn on Hermione actually disobeyed orders again and played with herself as she thought of all those people just looking her over and forgetting she even existed as she walked. She got a good amount of smacks to her rump when she was caught pleasuring herself and moaning out back one evening.
 
 Nearly every day, Mistress Janice had a "date" to go to and would tie Hermione up at her dog house. Sometimes she would play out back happily, playing with a ball mistress had bought for her, or resting in the warm sunlight, but one evening she couldn't hold it back any longer, couldn't wait for Mistress to pleasure her so she began rubbing herself to orgasm. Unluckily for her, Janice apparated home and heard the moaning just as she finished cumming. She lay back on the grass, tongue lolling out, fingers dripping in pleasure and her eyes closed as her chest rose and fell.
 
 She was soon shocked to full awareness by the cold water being blasted onto her from Janice's wand, followed by her dripping body being levitated up into the air. She trembled and cried as she was moved and laid over her mistress' knees. "Talk, why did you disobey me?" she asks, forgetting about rewarding her slave by allowing her to clean out her pussy, she needed punishment.
 
 Janice forced her mouth open and poured a vile stinking potion down her throat before the canister floated back inside. Coughing Hermione told her that she couldn't stop thinking about how arousing it was that people would look at her and forget her immediately afterwards, in between gasps of pain as she was spanked.
 
 For the next 10 minutes, soft cracks and smacks could be heard through the backyard and a few wizarding back yards on either side as Hermione tearfully told what she had done and why. When it was all over, Hermione had a large red ass and was sitting on her knees in the yard wiping tears away. "I'll never pleasure myself without your permission again mistress" she says getting up on her hands to follow her. She is then saddened when she sees the door closed before she can even pass through into it. Of course she hadn't been untethered from her dog house anyway and started crying again that she wasn't allowed in the house.
 
 She curled up in her dog house and rested her head on her hands, upset at her own choice to defy her mistress. She cried for most of the afternoon as the sun settled down on the horizon and well into the evening. Janice crossed her arms at the sliding glass door and sighed. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the girl, muttering the warming spell before stripping off her clothes for a shower.
 
 Outside, Hermione sighed in relief as the warmth took over and she could stop shivering in the cold night air. She saw the bathroom light on and knew that it was her mistress' bath time, oh how she wished she could be in there washing her mistress for her, rubbing her back, helping her to relax. She knew she deserved to be out here tonight, she disobeyed the rules set out for her by her owner and she deserved to be punished. As such, her rump was still stinging and she knew it had to have been because of the potion her owner had given her before the spanking began. It was to keep punishments stuck in the minds of the one it was used on by keeping the pain from it going for a while.
 
 Hermione was just glad she didn't get whipped in her tits because she loved playing with them and couldn't imagine not being able to touch them because of pain. She fell asleep deeply regretting not obeying her owner and vowed never to disobey again. She fell asleep with red eyes and tears still rolling out of them as the night rolls on.
 
 The next morning, her food dish was hovered out to her and she sniffled as she ate her meal with her mouth, bending over and taking the food in without assistance from her hands. When she finished the food, and drank her water, Janice brought the dishes in with her wand and walked out to the dog house. "Have you learned your lesson slave?" she asks with her arms crossed.
 
 "I have Mistress" She says bowing her head and kissing her owners feet. "I won't play with myself ever again without your permission"
 
 "Good girl" she says undoing the leash from the dog house and leading her towards the house. "Stay" she says pointing between Hermione's eyes. She sits there like a pup and watches her mistress goes to get a large metal basin and sets it down next to her. "In"
 
 Hermione climbs into the basin and looks up at her owner waiting for her next order. "Aguamenti Calidum" Janice says pointing her wand at Hermione and warm water shot out and soaked into Hermione's body. She made a come here movement while pointing into the house and some soap came soaring out to her where she grabbed them out of the air and began to wash Hermione's body. "My good pet needs a bath" she says while rubbing the soap and a wash cloth on her slave's belly, causing Hermione to gasp in pleasure.
 
 "Y-y-yes Mistress" she says moving her hands back to the back rim of the basin and spreads her legs to give her owner better access to her whole body. At this point, she is able to detect that she'd put on some weight, and could tell that it was from the food she was being fed here. "Does Mistress want me plumper for her party at the end of next week?" she asks running her hand over her belly.
 
 "Oh you noticed" she says smiling. "Yes, I've been trying to put some weight on you to get more meat off of you" she says happily as she leans in and nips at Hermione's nipple causing her to give a gentle moan and her pussy to moisten. Janice pinched one of Hermione's nipples and lifted the breast up by it to clean underneath it and did the same with the other breast, cleaning the meat on her belly and chest thoroughly. She'd need to do it several times before her slave went back to the restaurant, but she wanted to be thorough every single time. She spent a good 20 minutes cleaning her slave from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.
 
 Finally, once she was fully cleaned, she wrapped her hands around Hermione's head and pulled her in to a heart pounding kiss, groping and squeezing the meatgirl who was still in the "bath tub" eventually entering her fingers into Hermione's pussy and feeling her moan into her mouth. She spent the entire time she was fingering Hermione kissing her and giving her hickies on her boobs. "You will behave from now on won't you? I don't want to punish you again"
 
 Hermione laid back on the back porch next to her bath tub and breathed deeply. She had just orgasmed extremely hard and was currently coming off her afterglow. "As you wish Mistress, I will be more careful not to disobey you ever again" she says as the sun warms her body and dries her off.
 
 "Good girl" Janice says as she pets Hermione's damp hair and pulls her head into her lap. "I don't like punishing you, I hope you understand that" she says sweetly as she rubs some more water off of Hermione's breast.
 
 "I do understand that mistress, I am the one who disobeyed, you did as any mistress should and punished your property for disobeying" she says smiling as she looks up at the woman who owned her for the next week and a half.
 
 That afternoon, they took their walk and shopping in Diagon Alley, Hermione had the bags on her back as she crawled along behind her Mistress with the bags hanging over her sides. She had to admit she was a lot more worried about being naked here as any one who knew she was a meatgirl at the restaurant could get past the charm placed on her by her mistress and remember that she was there. Now that's not the real issue either, she was worried what would happen if one of her customers saw her and pointed her out to someone who wasn't a customer, thereby telling them she was a meatgirl, would that break the charm on her for that new person. Being a dutiful slave, she followed behind her owner and carried all the bags, and blushed a deep crimson when she was led to the door of the book store, and told she had to wait outside because the owner of Flourish and Blotts stops Janice and says "I'm sorry, we do not allow animals in our store, too much paper that can get ruined by slobber"
 
 This both aroused Hermione and depressed her as this was her favorite store in the alley and she had wanted to go in, she'd just have to go back when she went back to the restaurant. And so she sat, with the bags taken off of her and set by her side, she sat up on her heels, hands up and bent down at her shoulders, nipple piercings glinting and tongue out, happily accepting any pets and yipping like a pup when they scritched her behind her ears. Then she heard it. It was like a ripple from down the alleyway that some of her friends were all too familiar with growing up. "HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER" As soon as she heard that voice, she gulped.
 
 From the epicenter of the screaming, the same ripple effect came out, but instead it came as a wave of silence as the whole alleyway just shup up and turned to look at the person doing the screaming. Even some muggles out in the rest of the world outside the alley could hear it and were confused. People were coming out of shops and looking at what caused all the noise as a fiery red haired woman come charging up the street towards Flourish and Blotts and stopping right in front of Hermione, her hands on her hips, eyes burning a deeper red than her hair and her face splotched with crimson. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN'S BEARD DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" she screams at the top of her lungs.
 
 "Mrs. Weasley, I... well, I was just" she says sounding remarkably like the 11 year old girl who had gotten caught by Professor Snape making plans to go down the trapdoor in first year instead of the 24 year old woman she was today. She had lowered one arm to her lap and the other one to cover her nipples that were still hard despite the fear coursing through her veins. She wanted to play it cool, she wanted to just let it go and hope Mrs. Weasley would turn away and forget about her like the charm said it would but she knew Mrs. Weasley would never do that until she said her piece and stormed off. She never thought Mrs. Weasley's temper would be directed at her.
 
 "ENOUGH, HOW DARE YOU GO OUT LIKE HIS, NAKED, ARE YOU A CHEAP WHORE?" Thankfully George was safe from hearing his mothers wrath as they had soundproofed the outside of the building when they bought it to avoid anything outside distracting their patrons from their shop. "EXPLAIN YOURSELF, DO YOU LIKE BEING OUT HERE, ALL THESE GOOD PEOPLE STARING AT YOUR BODY, YOU ARE NOT AN ANIMAL" She says reaching down and grabbing Hermione's collar which she had just noticed was there. "AND WHAT'S THIS? WHY DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING LIKE THIS ON?"
 
 "Mrs. Weasley, please, just wait for my mistress to come out and we can explain it all to you at the pub, maybe get you some tea and Ogden's" she says near tears as she is forced to stand up, but still having the presence of mind to suggest Mrs. Weasley's favorite way to calm down after screaming at her children.
 
 "Mistress?" she asks quietly. "WHAT WOULD HARRY THINK OF YOU GOING BEHIND HIS BACK TO SEE A WOMAN, THAT BOY HAS HAD EVERYTHING TAKEN FROM HIM AND YOU ARE OUT FUCKING ANOTHER WOMAN FOR FUN? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON, IS THIS BITCH THE REASON WHY YOU DUMPED MY RON, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HURT YOU MADE HIM THAT DAY" Apparantly these feelings had been building up for quite some time. "PIERCINGS TOO, I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU ANYMORE, THE HERMIONE I ALLOWED INTO MY HOUSE ALL THOSE SUMMERS WOULD NEVER EXPOSE HER BODY LIKE THIS AND HAVE THE MOST PRECIOUS PART OF HER BODY PIERCED FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF OTHERS"
 
 "Excuse me ma'am" a welcome voice says and Mrs. Weasley whirls around, giving the outside world something her children knew all too well, how a mother who is not an animagus, can look remarkably like a saber toothed tiger.
 
 "WHAT?" She screams as the 40-ish woman talks to her. "CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TALKING SOME SENSE INTO THIS STUPID GIRL WHO..... WHO" She pauses here for a moment as the memory of what she had seen drains away from her until there is nothing left. Hermione has a look of relief on her features as she sees Mrs. Weasley turn away from her and let her go so she hides behind a sign so Mrs. Weasley couldn't get her in view again.
 
 "Yes I'm aware of this, but I feel the need to tell you something, now under the workings of my spell I placed on her, if you are told things about the situation, you won't remember them after the line of sight is gone, but your mind will, so that if you look at her again after you've been informed, you won't be as angry, so if you don't mind, would you please go to the Leaky Cauldron, and purchase us a private parlor" Janice says as she reaches into her money pouch and tips a large stack of galleons down into Mrs. Weasley's hand. "We'll be right along in a few moments to speak with you"
 
 Mrs. Weasley confused and not knowing how, to her mind, she had made it from her son's shop to Flourish and Blotts without making the trip over herself. She wipes her forehead which had accumulated a large amount of sweat from the screaming and anger that she didn't remember, but with the promise of something being explained to her, she did as she was asked.
 
 Janice pulled Hermione into a smaller alley within Diagon Alley and pressed her against the wall. "Good girl" she says kissing the girl on the lips to calm her shaking slave down. "Most other girls would have released her magic in a blind panic but, though you didn't say anything, you still handled yourself rather well" she says beginning to finger her slave. Hermione began to moan as Janice pulled on her nipple piercings and fingered her pussy.
 
 "I won't lie mistress, I was terrified, i'd seen that woman scare grown men into doing their chores, even when they were out of the house already, and then her anger was directed at me, it was a scary situation" She then went on to explain, stopping frequently about how she looked at her as another mother, and at one point, she was thinking of her as a mother in law. Despite the feelings going on inside of her, she had been sure Ron was going to propose and the idea stuck in her head as the Weasley parents being her in laws.
 
 By the time she was done, she had cum, cleaned her mistress' fingers and lowered herself to her knees in front of her owner like a good pet. "Well let's go then, we promised her some explanation and she will get it" Janice says as she walks out of the alley. She freezes as the leash goes taut and looks back to see Hermione frozen in place, looking down at the ground she was crawling on. "Oh don't worry slave, as I explained to her before, when she stops looking at you, the memory of what she had seen will drain away but anything she is told about it will remain so when she looks at you again, she will understand, it's the first hurdle we have to get over first" she says giving the leash a few gentle tugs to get her moving again.
 
 And so, 5 minutes later, Hermione was sitting on her feet at the foot of her mistress with a bowl of water in front of her. She was blushing as Mistress Janice waved her wand a few times at Mrs. Weasley to give her a temporary back door into the spell so she wouldn't forget Hermione's existance on a leash until she left the room entirely.
 
 Once the magic took effect, all of the anger from the public portion of the alley returned and Mrs. Weasley could barely hold back her natural magic. "Now Ma'am, calm down please, we are here to explain what is going on to avoid causing a crisis" Janice says pushing over a teacup in front of Molly.
 
 She turned back to the woman with anger blazing in her eyes even as she took a sip of her Tea with ogdens old firewhiskey. "YOU forced her to do this, admit it"
 
 Hermione took a deep breath and put her hand on Janice's thigh. She jumped a bit as she was about to respond in the negative to Mrs. Weasley and looked down at her slave. She sits up higher than she was before and takes another deep breath. She goes on to explain what was going on the past several years, between her and her friends, her job at the restaurant and her current employment as a slave to Mistress Janice. She finished her explanations with telling how Harry is accepting of this and is ok with her doing this.
 
 All through it, Mrs. Weasley listened intently to the explanation, not exactly approving, but commending Hermione for her honesty. Hermione left out the part of her job involving her getting laid at the restaurant, as she knew Mrs. Weasley would never forgive her, but she figured she'd know about the sex with her mistress, after all, what does mistress mean if not owning a sex slave.
 
 "Now here's a test" Janice says snapping her fingers and pointing under the table. "Eat me out, make me cum" she says causing Hermione to blush and look at Mrs. Weasley.
 
 "Yes Mistress" she says after a few moments hesitation before climbing under the table cloth and slides Janice's panties out from her skirt and begins licking her. Janice manages to hold one hand under the table on Hermione's head and the other squeezing her own breast while keeping up a steady flow of conversation with Molly Weasley.
 
 Mrs. Weasley had watched Hermione crawl under the table and saw the immediate reaction by the woman she now knew as Janice. It made her blush quite red as she hadn't eaten pussy since her then girlfriends seventh year at Hogwarts. For about a year before she graduated, Molly had been seeing Narcissa Black, and was inadvertendly the cause of the Malfoy's hating the Weasleys. She had been seeing both Arthur and Narcissa, though Arthur had been her boyfriend for far longer than Narcissa had been her girlfirend, and broke up with Narcissa the same day Arthur had proposed to her. Narcissa had known about Arthur but the same couldn't be said for the other way around. They had met in the middle of the night and made love, mostly because Narcissa had wanted it so badly and didn't give Molly a chance to speak until they were finished and resting in each other's arms. When Molly brought up the nerve to break it off, Narcissa went off the deep end, claiming Molly had been using her, and was leaving her for the blood traitor. That was the first time Narcissa had called Arthur a blood traitor, and it wouldn't be the last.
 
 Molly had a thought of climbing under the table and joining Hermione, or licking her, but she was a proper wizarding woman, she wouldn't do anything like that. She'd dash on home and have some fun with her husband though after this conversation was over.
 
 The conversation wound up lasting until Hermione brought her owner to orgasm and returned to sit by her side with a dripping face and Janice was slumped in her chair exhausted and satisfied. "Slave" she says breathing deeply. "Go get me a butterbeer and one brandy for our guest, she looks like she could use it"
 
 "OH no thank you Janice" she says waving away the suggestion. "I need to get home anyway my shopping was finished when I saw Hermione"
 
 "Yes Mistress" Hermione says bowing and heading to the bar to get the two butterbeers. She got the brandy as well and slipped it into Mrs. Weasley's bag as she was walking out of the room, as ordered by her mistress when she left the room.
 
 "Oh and Hermione dear, when you are out of this particular set up, please, I would like to speak with you about this" she says as she walks out of the room and a look of confusion emerged on her features as she kept walking and disapparated once she was back in the main lobby.
 
 Hermione's shoulders slumped and a look of relaxation came over her face as Mrs. Weasley disappeared. Janice patted her knee and Hermione trembled on her way over to her mistress' leg. "You did very good this afternoon slave" she says moving Hermione's hair out of the way. "You are such a good girl explaining everything to your friends mother on your own"
 
 "I wanted to get over the first hurdle in case it should happen again later" Hermione says circling her finger around her mistress' inner thigh as her heart rate begins to return to normal. The petting lowered her heart rate almost to the point where she would fall asleep, even when Janice slid her hand down to cup one of Hermione's breasts and she closes her eyes with a small smile on her face.
 
 "Now, tomorrow afternoon, we will be having a party, so of course I need a slave to serve everyone their drinks and anything else they may need taken care of" she says winking.
 
 Feeling sarcastic Hermione kisses Janice's knee and looks up at her owner. "Oh, do you have any other slaves that I don't know about?" she asks winking as she kisses up her thigh to her belly, sinking her tongue into Janice's belly button that she revealed with her hand once Janice let go of Hermione's breast.
 
 Hermione licks her way up to Janice's lips and captures them in her own, while Janice wraps her arms around her neck. The kiss deepens and Janice rewards her slave with a deep fingering that lasted for nearly 20 minutes and resulted in Hermione resting her head on her owners thigh, breathing deeply and peacefully.
 
 They stayed like that for another half hour, both basking in the afterglow of powerful orgasms before Janice decided it was time to go home. As they were walking out of the room, Hermione caught sight of Harry at the bar sipping a firewhiskey and she got a huge burst of homesickness from seeing him. "Oh Mistress, that's my fiancee over there, won't you allow me to go say hi for a moment?" she asks tugging on her skirt gently.
 
 "Go on, but only for a few minutes" she says giving a sharp pull on the leash and it disengages from the collar. The beauty of this magical leash was that while disengaged, it was still magically connected, so when Janice wanted her back to her side, she could give it another pull and her slave would be pulled gently at first back to her owner. It would get steadily harder to resist the longer she tried, eventually actually dragging her across the floor.
 
 Hermione gave a gentle squeel and ran over to Harry, jumping onto his lap, squishing her breasts into his chest and kissing him deeply. She groaned when he gripped her rump and took a nipple gently into his mouth before she pulled away and spoke with him about what had been going on in the past week since she had left for this work assignment. He nods understandingly, but tells her that when she gets home to him, they wouldn't be leaving the bedroom for quite some time, something she was very aroused at the prospect of. She crawled off his lap and got many ass smacks on her way back to her mistress and clipped the leash back onto her own collar.
 
 Janice nods her head and they apparate back home where Hermione crawls to her cage and lays down, rather exhausted from all that had happened that day. Janice smiles as she sits next to the cage, reaching in and petting her slave until she falls asleep and she gets about making a list of things for Hermione to do the next day while she went to work.
 
 That evening, as a further reward for her behavior that day, Janice let Hermione sleep with her. They clutched each other tightly, their breasts pressing together like a pair of puzzle pieces, and their pussies resting on eachothers thighs. All through the night, they would both moan in their sleep as their pussies were teased by the silky smooth thighs they were pressed against, and Hermione actually came in her sleep, an act that woke her right up with a deep blush.
 
 She took the time while her owner was still sleeping, to clean her up with her tongue and latch onto a nipple before falling asleep again for the rest of the night.
 
 The next day, Hermione woke up late, stretched out across the bed, due mostly to the fact she hadn't slept in one for a week, and had a note pinned to her nipple piercing. The note detailed what she was expected to do that day, where her nipple piercing was sitting as it couldn't be in at the same time as the note, and that she was expected to have dinner finished, or at least cooking when Janice arrived home shortly after 5 that evening.
 
 Hermione got to her duties, which was mostly cleaning the entire house and trimming the grass out front and back. She did the lawn done first because it would cover her in dirt and sweat and grass that she didn't want to have to reclean later. She had started to pleasure herself after lunch but pulled her hand away. "No Hermione, just because mistress isn't here doesn't mean you can do what you please" she tells herself as she goes out back and gives herself a bath in her round basin.
 
 She sat on the back porch in the sunlight to let her body dry itself with the warm air and went back to cleaning the house. She was curious how her owner was going to cook her at the end of the week, she knew Mistress Janice had everything to cook her in a variety of ways, a spit pole, a large cauldron, a huge oven, and a massive fryer that could deep fry her to a crispy meatgirl.
 
 As she wiped the oven door clean, she remembered when she was deep fried at the restaurant. The pain and ecstasy that assaulted her body during that session was incredible. She had been left to sit in a huge cauldron of oil for an hour, followed by another hour in a thick creamy coating that would give her tender flaky outer crust skin. To this day the sound of fried chicken getting pulled apart or bitten into makes her wet just from that one evening alone.
 
 After those two hours, she was levitated up and dipped into an equally huge fryer that was basically a boiling cauldron with super heated oil instead of water. From the neck down, she was deep fried and covered in nice and crispy breading. She had to be tied down to prevent herself from playing with her breasts as it would have messed up the presentation. The amount of people going to private rooms that night were higher than any other night in the last 2 years before that. It took 3 hours of incredible pain and pleasure before she was served on a platter and served to everyone in the room.
 
 It took her all the way up to quarter to five to get the whole house spotless, and she jumped straight to getting dinner ready as soon as she did a quick washing out back. She did as thorough of a job as she could to make sure nothing could get into her owners food and got to work on the food.
 
 Mistress Janice appears in the living room as usual and comes out into the dining room just as Hermione puts the food on the table and she lowered herself down to kiss Janice's feet. "Good girl, you did an immaculate job cleaning my house today" she says slicing a cut of meat off the plate.
 
 "I do everything like I did my homework in school, I put my whole being into it and ensure it turns out perfectly just as expected" she says watching Janice happily eat her dinner. "And I cannot wait to be your dinner in a few nights" she says sweetly. "For you and all of your party guests"
 
 "You will be rented out to them in turn, and how much is earned there will go towards your payment for being on the job for 2 weeks straight" She says locking Hermione in the cage. She nods her head and drools when she thinks how many cocks and pussies will be there for her to pleasure.
 
 Janice begins stripping, her large breasts bouncing as they are freed from her bra. She snaps her fingers and the water starts up in the shower. Hermione wipes her lips as she sees the panties stick to her owner as they come off, and finally free themselves from her pussy. "Have a nice shower mistress" she says as she lays on her back, with her legs spread to give her whole body to the view of anyone or anything that came by.
 
 "I will slave, then we will get you bathed and weighed, I know you've put on about 2 Kilos but we need another 7, so it may be time to start giving you more fatty treats so you are plump enough for dinner" she says as she enters the bathroom and closes the door behind her.
 
 Hermione shivered when she thought about her body being plumper and juicier for eating, it all came rushing back the big meals she was told to make and eat, the fatty foods Mistress had ordered for her when they did stop to eat when they were shopping, the lack of exercise aside from the one hour of walking in the mornings, that they hadn't done that day. She smiled at that knowing that she would be fantastic at the end of the week. A bowl of heavy fattening food was pressed into the food flap in Hermione's cage, but before she was told to eat it, she was told to get on the scale in the bathroom.
 
 She crawled onto the scale that had been magically expanded to be more of a pet scale, and looked down to the number the digital readout was displaying. Whereas she was 50 Kilos when she was in school, her chest exploded in her second run through 7th year, giving her another 10 Kilos in her boobs alone, bringing her up to 60, and when she had started to be Janice's slave, she had grown another 2 kilos and was currently sitting at 62. She needed to be closer to 80 to be roasted properly and would be trying her hardest to get up to that level.
 
 Over the next week, she ate and ate and ate, at every meal, until everything in her bowl was gone, despite her belly being in pain from being over extended due to the food. By the time her owners dinner party got there, she had ballooned right up to 85 kilos (187 pounds). She gives a sigh of happiness as her belly gently sways from side to side underneath her. "I"m so happy I made it to how big you wanted me Mistress" she says as she nuzzles up against her owners leg.
 
 She scritches her slave behind the ears and pets her head. "I'm proud of you, I must admit I had my doubts when you told me you put everything into doing what you needed to do and now I must swallow my words."
 
 Hermione didn't feel the need to say anything to her she just blushed triumphantly that she had proven her mistress wrong. Today was different from the last 2 weeks that she had been there, instead of making her mistress breakfast and going for a walk, Hermione had been given a bath and given a box to open and put some clothes on. It would be the first time she had any clothes on besides her collar since she had gotten to work.
 
 "Stand up slave, let mistress dress you" she says and Hermione stands up straight, ready to have her body manipulated once again. Her soft leather collar was replaced by a black lace length of material with her collar tag hanging off of it. Next a shiny gold ribbon was wrapped in a figure eight around her breasts and a large ribbon was tied between them. More black lace was wrapped around each thigh and a long butt plug was put into her rump with a fluffy dog tail wagging behind her.
 
 Hermione looked herself in the mirror and blushed at the way her owner made her look. She looked so slutty and yet so meaty and delicious. She took a deep breath as she bustled around the house helping her owner with preparations as the party was due to start within the hour. After all, with how much meat she had on her now it would take her all day to cook and she wanted to come out good.
 
 The hour passes quickly and soon Hermione is kneeling down by her mistress' feet waiting for the party to officially begin. She had been warned that she would need to say something at the start of the party before she started "working" on the guests so she had spent much of her free time coming up with something. She jumped when her mistress' loud voice carried over the assembled witches and wizards announcing that the meat had something to say. She lowered her wand which was acting as a microphone, and a few of the guests gasped that a slave was given a wand. These were the people that felt that it was wrong for a slave to have access to anything with magical properties or sharp edges in case they got funny ideas in their heads about freedom.
 
 Hermione took the wand in her teeth gently, a move that had been approved by Janice that morning, and crawled forward so everyone could see her. "Hello everyone, my name is Meatslave and I will be your menu this evening" she says blushing at the words she had come up with herself. "While I am making my rounds serving you like a good slave should, my mistress would like you all to choose which portion of my juicy meaty body you would like to dine on tonight. Now just remember there is plenty of me to go around so don't hesitate to order as much of me as you think you can handle" she says returning the wand to her owner and crawling to the set up room her owner had indicated and charmed earlier, the dog tail butt plug wagging back and forth to encourage the people to follow her. As she crawled towards the room, she heard her mistress tell the group that it would be first come first served, so if they wanted a highly wanted part, they had to hurry and talk to her.
 
 For the next 8 hours, or at least 8 hours for Hermione anyway, she sucked cock after cock, and ate pussy after pussy, fucked numerous men and women in all of her holes, and was covered in a thin sheen of sweat from head to toe from the amount of pleasure she had been allowed to feel. In reality, it only took 20 minutes of real time for those 8 hours to pass and Hermione stumbled out of the room once all of the guests had been satisfied and collapsed into her basin for her mistress to bathe her. She didn't help or move at all while she was in the tub, just thinking about the spell one of the guests had cast that tripled himself allowing him to fuck her in all three holes at once. The tail plug was removed long before this impressive feat of magic was pulled off and was laying stationary on a counter in the room as it was powered by Hermione's magic when it was inside her.
 
 The final entertainment for the morning was Janice binding Hermione to her tub to soak all the dried cum and sweat off and out of her body, and straddling her face. Despite the exhaustion she felt from 8 hours of contant sex, she took her final order from her mistress in stride and ate her out to the best of her ability. Before she was able to make her cum however, Janice stepped backwards, pressed the base of her wand to her clit and snapped her fingers. A flash of light came out of the tip of her wand and when it faded, there was a 9 inch cock staring Hermione in the face.
 
 Hermione's mouth dropped open and her tongue lolled out before she engulfed the cock in her tired mouth. Janice's hand clutched the back of Hermione's head and began to fuck her hard, her fake balls bouncing off Hermione's chin as she performed her duty as a good slave. Hermione tried to move with the pleasure but could not as she was bound directly to her basin while she soaked in the warm water. That was ok, all she really needed to do was to keep her mouth open and her head moving back and forth.
 
 With a final moan, Janice cums, filling Hermione's mouth with slightly less salty than normal cum, and watching her swallow it down. The years of sucking cock at the restaurant had taught her that it was far better for a slave to swallow than spit. The whole crowd cheered and clapped as the ball of cum slid down her throat and disappeared behind her breasts.
 
 Janice knelt down and petted her slaves head with a smile. "Did you enjoy your last day slave?"
 
 Hermione, understanding the wording properly, nods her head. "I did mistress, I am very happy with my day today and cannot wait to take a nice warm nap while I am cooking" she says as she had not yet been told how she was to be prepared and cooked.
 
 "Good girl, now head into the kitchen so I can prepare you for dinner tonight" she says snapping her fingers and the bindings release and Hermione is able to crawl out of the basin and head into the kitchen, shaking her shapely rump for all her diners to watch as she goes to where she was ordered. She sat on a glowing piece of floor which would keep her clean until her owner was ready for her and looked around the kitchen.
 
 "So this is my last night here" she thinks as she spots the oven, the boiling pot, and the indoor spit roast which had a skyline directly to the outside to prevent the smoke from such an act from filling up the whole house. As soon as she was ordered into the house, she knew she would not be spitted outside nor grilled, so her choices wound down to 3. "I will miss it here at my owners home, it was very fun and sexy here for the past two weeks" She thinks as she is petted every time Mistress Janice walks past her while she grabs things from around the kitchen. Among memories from the past two weeks, Hermione also thought about going back to her normal life, her normal job, and her life with Harry, and it was even harder to get over how much she wanted to stay here with Janice or stay on hand as meat at the restaurant for ever.
 
 She'd wracked her brain for a way that she could do all of this but nothing had come to mind. Finally, she heard the thud of a roasting pan being pressed onto the counter above her and it shocked her out of her thoughts. "Are you ready to go into the pan my tender plump oven roast?" she asks as she takes out a pad of parchment and sets it on the counter next to the pan.
 
 Hermione nodded happily and let herself be lifted up onto the pan where she sat on her knees. Most other times when she had been oven roasted she'd been marinated beforehand, but she guessed that this time she would not be. She was also set up in a different way than usual as well, instead of laying on her back, she was sitting on her butt with her legs spread to the sides of the pan, her pussy spread open and in view and her breasts hanging low on her chest. Her arms were bound behind her back and a metal pole was slide down her back and magicked to the roasting pan. With another snap, and the pieces of cloth were popped off of her and landed in a pile on the counter behind her.
 
 Oil was poured over her back and over her shoulders so it trickled down her breasts, dripping off her nipples and off the base of her breasts. She shivered in pleasure as her mistress rubbed in the oil and thoroughly massaged her breasts as she had been known to do for the past weeks. Hermione tilted her head back as much as she could, having to move her head to the side as her head came in contact with the metal pole that was meant to keep her upright if she passed away in the oven.
 
 The oiling was standard, just covering all of her meat in oil, making her whole body shine, only lifting her up a tad to allow the bottoms of her legs and rump to get covered. From here though, Janice had to consult the parchment pad she had brought inside with her as everyone had ordered something different off of her, cooked in a different set of spices. It was a bit more complicated when cooking a girl like this, but she was happy to prepare her slave like that.
 
 Her breasts were both prepared differently both with very different spices and only one of them to be coated in bread crumbs. Her piercings had been removed with the pieces of cloth that had been put on her for presentation and to make her look sexy while she was fucking everyone at the party. Her belly was seasoned with just a sprinkling of salt and pepper, where as her left foot was seasoned with just about every spice Janice had in the cabinet. Her pussy had a good few spices applied to it, with Janice fingering her deeply to season her inside and out, causing Hermione to open and close her fists in pleasure at the stinging and erotic sensations going through her body. Janice leaned forward and nibbled on her ear as Hermione's breathing slowed and got deeper in pleasure. "Your tender pussy is all mine" she says as Hermione gives a shuddering moan and cums, squirting her orgasm all over the base of the pan. "Your tender cunt and one of your big juicy tits" she says squeezing the one that didn't have any bread crumbs on it.
 
 Finally her back and ribs were coated in gentle BBQ sauce, something with a tad of a kick to it and just enough spice to make the tongue and lips tingle.
 
 "I hope I taste good for you mistress" she says kissing Janice on the lips before she can pull away and relaxed against the pole.
 
 "Oh I'm sure you will, i've eaten pieces of you before when you were cooked at work for the whole lobby to enjoy" she says kissing on Hermione's neck. As she pulls away, she places two pineapple slices on her nipples and uses the piercing holes to hook toothpicks in to make sure the pineapples stayed in place. "And now slave, there is one last thing to warn you about, to save quite a bit of time, I'm going to move the stuffing directly into you instead of packing it in you piece by piece, i'm going to need absolute silence through the whole thing as this will feel a lot different than being stuffed normally" she says looking her prepared body up and down.
 
 Hermione nods and closes her eyes, breathing deeply to relax as she hears a murmured spell before the feeling of stuffing basically appearing out of nowhere within her without going through the path that it should normally take to get there. She bit her lip and moaning gently, trying to keep herself quiet as she enjoys the feeling of her belly and innards expanding with the stuffing entering her body, her belly plumping forward and rounding out, making her look even plumper than usual. Once the spell fades, Hermione can let herself moan at the sudden change in her body, letting her body rest again.
 
 Janice then put two horseshoe looking devices on her ankles to bind her legs in place and tied her neck to the pole followed by one under her breasts, giving her enormous amounts of staility. Finally, Janice gestured everyone to come through the house and kiss Hermione on the lips on their way out the door as the morning was just for getting everyone off and getting their orders placed. Everything else would take place that evening. Hermione gratefully kissed everyone in the party and watched as the oven was magically expanded, along with the counter space on either side of it to allow such a change in mass. She gulped as her owner came close with an apple in hand. It wasn't a gulp of fear, it was more anxious to feel the heat once more, surrounding her meaty prepared juicy body and turning her into a feast for the eyes and mouth.
 
 "Now open up slave, just like you did every time one of my guests wanted a blowjob" she says kissing Hermione on the forehead.
 
 "And I enjoyed every single one of them" Hermione says enjoying the tender moment before the oven. Janice turns her back on her main course for only a minute as she points her wand at the oven and sets it up to the right temperature. They spend the next few minutes making out before Janice pulls back, and presses the apple into her mouth. She opens willingly and bites into the apple, sealing her mouth shut for the final stage in her preparations.
 
 As with every other time she was roasted, she knew better than to ask for last words, there was no point to them seeing as they weren't her last. Janice smoothed her lips down over the apple and waved her and to pick up the tray. As it moved towards the oven, pre-cut vegetables flew from the sink and rested around the meat, and between the meats legs before continuing it's trip to the open oven door.
 
 Hermione sighed deeply as she is put in the oven back first, so she can see out of the oven window and smiles behind the apple as the oven door is shut. Mistress Janice sighs as well knowing that the most important part of the day is over.
 
 Hermione begins to sweat as soon as the door is closed and can't help but enjoy the feeling of the heat slowly piercing her body from all sides. It felt as if the heat was pressing into her body in tiny needles all across her entire flesh. Because of the way she was prepared it felt different on every portion of her body. The heat took the longest to get to her meat on her breast and her foot as they were both covered in bread and spice but once the heat made it to her meat, it caused her to squirm and moan behind the apple as the heat pressed into her hard nipple.
 
 20 minutes later, the oven door was opened and the oven rack she was sitting on was pulled out. She was greeted to the smiling face of Janice wielding her wand and the pad of parchments. She waved the wand over Hermione, then the parchment so the words floated off and into her wand tip. She then swirled the wand in a massive circle over her head and various seasonings flew out of different bowls around the room and dripped on Hermione's various parts, all to suit the orders of her party guests.
 
 She had to admit she didn't like this method of basting very much, she loved the feeling of the brush going over her flesh, cooling her down and making her feel special, especially when a good basting made her cum. These quick bastings didn't feel nearly as good or nice, it was just a wand wave and she was back in the oven. On the other hand, she did understand why it had to be done, it would take too much work to remember and use the correct bastings on every part of her body.
 
 That didn't mean that she went without orgasms however, as Janice took it upon herself to play with her pussy for a total of five minutes every basting. While it did not result in an orgasm every time, it was still better than not feeling the basting brush at all.
 
 This roasting session was by far the most boring out of all of her other cooking experiences. At the restaurant, she could always watch customers walk by and baste her or say things to her while she boiled or was spitted, and there was always a commotion in the kitchens when she was oven roasting. But here, all she saw was the static view of the kitchen and she found herself sleeping a lot more than if she was at the restaurant. She figured this is just what happened when she was cooked at a home instead of at work.
 
 She did cum several times while she was sleeping, partially from the bastings and partially from the heat. Over the course of the 8 hours, she was visited throughout the day by her diners who had ordered pieces of her, and that was when she got her basting brush feelings. Once an hour, she had a visitor who was allowed to baste the piece of meat they ordered, provided the meat was pointing forward, and she adored when those bastings happened.
 
 She actually enjoyed looking down at her covered tit and foot meat whenever she woke up just to see the progress the bread was making in its cooking. It was always so fascinating when she opened her eyes, blinked a few times to get them wet again, and saw how much darker the bread and her actual meat was getting. Her visible nipple had gone from light pink to a delectable dark pink and she was sitting in a small puddle of pussy juice, sweat and orgasmic juices. As she woke up this time, she saw a drip of juice emerge from the tip of her cooking nipple and drip into the puddle between her legs.
 
 As usual, she could feel her magic draining to keep her alive through the whole cooking session this time, and was happy her body did this. She always loved watching herself get eaten, ever since Cho had carved a portion of her breast off all those years ago. When the oven reached it's sixth hour of cooking her, Hermione woke to find herself sitting on the counter and the apple out of her mouth. Her vision was clouded by the steam rising off of her body due to the much colder air of the kitchen compared to the inside of the oven. She heard a knife slam into a counter behind her and she jumped a tad. "Mistress?"
 
 "Oh I didn't realize you were awake slave, i'm just putting on an extra piece onto you so you become perfect for me" Janice says as she begins to wrap slices of bacon onto her tit meat. "Your meat was perfect how it was, but it needed a little bit more pork" she says after sliding her finger down her chosen breast and licked her finger clean. Hermione shivered and nodded when she saw this, watching the raw bacon coat her tit meat and perfectly frame the pineapple on her nipple. Janice leans forward and licks an ear lobe. "Your pussy needs nothing, it is absolutely perfect just how it is" she says hotly. For the first time in her life, Hermione came without anything even touching her with the intention of making her orgasm.
 
 When she awoke again, she was in the back yard, fully cooked and ready to be served. Mistress Janice stood next to her with her parchment pad sitting in a stack while she wore a dress for the occasion. Most of the other guests were similarly dressed in their best robes or dresses for dinner. The yard had been transformed to resemble a restaurant floor so that everyone had a comfortable atmosphere to dine in.
 
 "Mr. G. Lockhart" she says causing Hermione's eyes to widen to their widest. She was pleasantly surprised when she was a much younger man than the one she was expecting walk into view and she relaxed. "He must be a relative" she thinks as her coated breast was carved off and placed on a plate for the man.
 
 Piece by piece her body was carved and given out to the party guests, all of which had their genitals in hers or on her in some way shape or form. The final piece, her hands, went to a "Miss. M. Edgecombe" which turned out to be Marietta herself, the SNEAK marks on her face having finally faded completely. She walked away with Hermione's hands, complete with the bindings that held her to the roasting pole, and an apple clutched between them, and a smile on her face as Mistress Janice stood in front of her slave.
 
 Janice snapped her fingers and with a little pop, a small box appeared next to the roasting pan. "This box will take a small bit of magic from anyone holding onto a piece of you" she says as she kisses Hermione's forehead. "So long as you are being eaten the box will keep your head alive" she says as she picks up a carving knife and slides it easily through Hermione's throat seperating her head from what remained of her body. At this point in the feast, she was basically just a skeleton with one breast and a thick steaming pussy. Hermione would have nodded had she not been seperated from her body but as she was now in the box, she couldn't move.
 
 It only took her a moment to realize that if she thought of a piece of her body, her head would swivel around to watch that portion being eaten, only having to change her thought slightly to indicate which piece she wanted when she had two that were split up between guests. She found it the most pleasurable for her brain to watch her mistress enjoy her meat, but couldn't help but finding herself watching Marietta eating her hand, or Lockhart's relative eating her other breast.
 
 When she first entered this box, she could feel magic entering her head from all over the back yard, but slowly each bit of magic faded as her pieces entered into their mouths and were chewed up. If she still had a body she'd be masturbating to how intoxicating it all was. After all, she was meat now, her mistress couldn't punish her for it. As soon as she thought that, she had a vision of her mistress putting her out in the dog house for a whole week for masturbating in front of all these guests without permission. The thought made her shiver even though she was just a head.
 
 She wished there was a spell that could connect her nerve endings straight to her brain based on DNA so she could still feel herself getting eaten up when the parts weren't attached anymore, but she was fine not being able to feel it. She was just meat after all, there was no reason for meat to need to feel itself getting eaten. That would be like the cow still feeling it's steak getting carved and eaten.
 
 "Mistress' breast" she thinks to herself and her head swivels back to face her Mistress who chose to eat at the same table that the head was displayed on and the plate was literally in contact with the box itself. She watched as one strip of bacon after the other was pulled off, sometimes taking a small portion of flesh with it when it was removed, and placed in her owners mouth. With a smile she watched her pussy being pulled apart, a few sprinkles of stuffing falling out between the lips, and the lips being chewed up with care. The stuffing confused her as she wasn't stuffed the normal way but figured that with how it went in, some of it must have found it's way back out the passage it was supposed to go in from. It was obvious to Hermione that Mistress Janice wanted to drag out her meal as long as possible as at that point, all that remained of Hermione's body was her head, half her bacon covered breast, and half of her pussy. The other guests were mingling around congratulating Janice on yet another successful party and reaching into the box to pat the slave's head before going to the ice chest and getting another drink of some sort.
 
 Hermione wished she still had her body so she could serve these guests their drinks, or in other ways.
 
 The more Mistress Janice ate of her breast and pussy, the more tired Hermione became as the confines of the spell began to wear off with just Janice providing the magic keeping her alive. After her pussy was gone, Hermione smiled behind the apple and her eyes rolled over into the back of her head as she passed away.
 
 Due to a spell Janice had placed around the back yard, anyone who tried to apparate away with a piece of Hermione's bone in their pocket would instead find themselves in the auror department of the minstry with a note tied around their neck stating "I attempted to steal a meatgirls bone, thus preventing her from coming back and killing her" it was a good plan that she and the aurors had been using for years to catch sneaky people like that. This time no one tried to take anything and Hermione was placed in a portkey bag that would teleport her straight to her boss' office at the restaurant as soon as the bag was cinched shut.
 
 With a smile on his face, he poured Hermione's bones into the restoration box, put the time turner in it's proper positioning and set it back about 12 hours. When Hermione walked out of the box she was much plumper than her boss remembered her and he salivated at her. A small pop in his office alerted him to the fact that Janice had done as promised and sent him dinner with some of Hermione's thigh in it like he requested. "Good job Granger" he says patting her on the shoulder. "You've earned yourself a break, come in tomorrow and we'll get you your money for working two weeks straight"
 
 "Yes sir" she says tiredly as she apparates home to Harry who immediately wraps her up in his arms and they make love the entire night, and most of the next day. When she went into work the next evening to pick up her money, Janice stepped out from behind her boss' door and poked her between the breasts with her wand, removing the spell she had placed on her when she took ownership of her. The feelings rocketing through her was a reverse of what she felt two weeks ago, a hot feeling spreading through her followed by one of extreme cold as the spell faded away. When she stepped aside she saw a mountain of gold being dumped out of a bag by her boss and her jaw dropped at how much she had earned that whole time.
 
 A small whirlwind zoomed out of her gold charge plate as she threw it into the pile and it was all transported directly to Gringotts for her use later. She was met by Janice one last time as she turned to go home, and pulled into a private room where they made love as equals for the first time as opposed to Mistress and slave. Hermione rather enjoyed that as well.
 
 Over the next month, she had spent a lot of time researching the spell she had heard about from the one man who fucked all three of her holes at the same time, as it intrigued her the uses the spell could be put towards.
 
 About two weeks after she got off assignment, it was Harry's birthday and they spent the day at the Burrow to celebrate as they had every year, aside from the two when they were not in the good books of Ron and Ginny. After Hermione exited the bathroom in the middle of the day, Mrs. Weasley was there, causing Hermione to jump. "Can I speak with you privately?" she asks quietly.
 
 Hermione nods and they enter the Weasley parents bedroom, a room neither Harry nor Hermione had ever seen before. For the next half hour, Mrs. Weasley tells her that she had remembered everything about their conversation a few weeks ago, and that the memories came rushing back that morning. Hermione blushes, but realizes that the spell had only been modified for Mrs. Weasley and that none of the others probably remember her. "I was just wondering something" she says sitting on her bed, toying with a strand from her homemade comforter. "What is the pay like?"
 
 Her jaw drops and she asks all sorts of questions to the mother who had been like her own for over a decade.
 
 Mrs. Weasley tells her all about her old activities in school and for a while after wards, how she knew all about the restaurant as she'd had Ginny bring home some meat from there when she wasn't up to cooking, and had been thinking about it more and more since she had talked to Hermione in the Leaky Cauldron, though she couldn't remember until a few days ago why those thoughts were popping up again.
 
 She gulped and reached out for Mrs. Weasley, squeezing a breast and a thigh causing the mother to moan gently, but with the room being soundproofed, nothing escaped. "Knowing you Mrs. Weasley, I'm sure you could fund everything you could ever need with just one or two nights working" she says, sliding her hand into Molly's top and cupping a breast directly. "There's enough meat here to feed the whole floor of the restaurant and still have leftovers" She knew it would be ok to say something like that seeing as Mrs. Weasley made it no secret that she was proud of the weight she'd put on. "So nice and plump" she says as Mrs. Weasley locks the door and strips off her top. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Hermione also knew just the right words to say to her, as well as knew not to tell her that her daughter worked as food on occasion as well.
 
 Hermione inspected Mrs. Weasley thoroughly, putting her training from the restaurant to great use. What ended up happening was Hermione pleasuring Mrs. Weasley with her fingers and telling her of an idea where she could bring her into the restaurant, her arms bound up behind her and give her the title of a Milf Meal. This seemed to excite the mother so hard, and Hermione kept going, eventually getting her to agree to it. All that needed to be done now would be to talk to her boss about it.
 
 The talk with the boss went well, and Mrs. Weasley was served to thunderous applause only a few days later, to Hermione herself, who had ordered her immediately, paying twice the normal asking price for a meat animal of her size and stature. The remaining meat from that feast went home with her but she told Harry that it was from another coworker without giving names as she knew Harry would find it wierd to eat his mother figure.
 
 Mrs. Weasley was almost immediately addicted to these feelings as people much younger than her found her attractive, succulent and fuckable. She only worked at the restaurant for a month and earned more than enough gold in that time to make her and her husbands lives so much better. She just couldn't believe that people who were barely out of hogwarts found her attractive enough to order, and being taken away from needing to cook made her feel so relieved. She had spoken with the boss when she saw her daughters name on the employee sheet and requested never to be scheduled on a night she was as it would be very awkward, but that decision was taken away from her when she and her daughter had both been ordered as a mother daughter soup only 3 weeks into her 4 week tenure at the restaurant. It had taken a good hour for her to bring up the nerve to speak with Ginny about this but when it was over, they gave the customer a good show as they boiled together.
 
 Hermione smiles as she served the two women to the customer and went back to the back for her break where she could do some reading. This time she did find a great spell and went about practicing it, succeeding in doing just what she was intending to do. With a great smile on her face she ended the spell and went back to work.
 
 It was another month before she was ready to put her plan into action. When she went into work that evening, she poked her wand into her cleavage and spoke the spell she had modified herself, using plenty of practice on small animals that had been conjured just for experimentation.
 
 She had a gold aura followed by a silver aura in the form of an outline all around her, making the room glow gold and silver before it faded and she went to get roasted. She was turning over a spit for hours passing over to midnight before she was served on her twenty fifth birthday.
 
 When she was put into the box after the feast was over, the magic she had cast on herself beforehand took effect and three Hermione's walked out of the box causing her boss' jaw to drop along with everyone in the kitchen at that point in time. The original Hermione, looks around and decides to explain.
 
 "I modified a spell I saw when I was with Mistress Janice and made 2 permanant clones of myself. I've been in this business for 6 years and it was getting harder and harder for me to choose what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, did I want to stay here as meat and never see the outside world again, get sold to an owner and be a slave forever, or quit with my savings and be with Harry for the rest of my life." she says as one of the other Hermione's turns her back on the boss and puts her hands behind her back to get them bound. "And with this modified spell, I have made 3 permanent perfect clones, that I can transfer between at any point I want" she says triumphantly.
 
 "I am proud of you" the boss says as he leads the meat Hermione to the cooler where she immediately lowers herself down into a crouching position and smiles up at the boss. "No one has ever done magic like this before"
 
 "That's been my goal since I found out I was a witch" she says smiling. "All these clones are me inside and out, with the difference being that the clones know and accept they are clones, and are able to recognize me as the original. If I switch between them, they know which body they are in, and can adapt accordingly" she says happily looking down at the engagement ring on her finger.
 
 "That Hermione is your property to do with as you please, and the other one is to be rented out as a slave like I
 
 was a few months ago, either rented out or sold outright" the original says. "Their pay is tied in with me, as we all share the same blood so don't worry about changing anything out" she says as she walks towards the door. "Now I need to go see my true love" she says leaving the restaurant to loud clapping and cheers at what she had accomplished.
 
 For the next several years, she switched between the three bodies at least once a week. Her favorite place to visit was the slave Hermione who had been outright bought by Mistress Janice as soon as the news of what she had done had reached her ears. More often than not she'd jump into the Slave Hermione body and be either sucking a cock or eating a tender pussy.
 
 She was surprised that the Meat Hermione wasn't always on the rack for roasting or boiling into soup. She had figured out that the time box couldn't be used so much because of the damage it does to the soul, but when her soul really isn't in the meatgirl it shouldn't be a problem, but was told that it was more so people didn't get sick of her that she wasn't cooked so much.
 
 And in her life with Harry, they were married about a year after her 2 week stay with Mistress Janice, she gave birth to their first child another 5 months after the wedding. Janice had actually given Slave Hermione some polyjuice potion, an enhanced recipe than what had been in circulation in 1992, that had allowed the slave to be in a different persons body for closer to 12 hours rather than a single one hour. Hermione was very happy with the way her life had turned out. From a brainy bushy haired brunette girl who no one wanted to be friends with, to a war hero, to a meat slut, to a loving wife with 2 other lives at her disposal wheneve she wished to experience them. She was in fact a very happy wife and mother who always told her husband when she was going to visit her other bodies for a little while.
 
  THE END