Molly's Grandbaby Potions: Ron
mc; drug; bg; Fdom; mast; preg
Hermione Granger was in two minds about the contact between her mother and Ron's mother. She'd started the contact at Ron's prompting, at Christmas. Ron's mother had actually visited her home right before she returned to Hogwarts from Christmas. The Devonshire Housewitch had apparently hit it off with the Crawley Dentist, somehow reviving Hermione's mum's wish for another child, which was now due on the first of December.
The Devonshire Housewitch had also converted the Granger household to nudity. In the case of Hermione, it was enforced nudity. Her closets were empty. Her clothes were locked away. She was only provided clothes if they were going somewhere. And it was her parents choice if she was going somewhere. Most days she was home alone, naked. She was allowed to go out to the fenced in back garden to lay in the sun, though she had to put on some magical lotion first, but she wasn't allowed to go out front, cross the street, go down a block, and get a book from the library. That required clothes, and Hermione no longer had access to clothes without asking her parents.
Hermione actually liked sunbathing, as long as she had something to read. Unfortunately her reading choices were not of her choice at the moment. Once she'd finished her summer assignments, the first week back, her school books had been locked away for the rest of the summer. That left her just her mother's romances, and a book Mrs. Weasley had left called "The Natural Witch Child." It was an okay book, that actually had a few potions that Hermione had made, including the lotion she was putting on before she went out side. Then again, it also was behind her current condition, as her parents were making her follow every rule inside it.
At the moment, she was re-reading the rules for a pubescent witch or witchette, while laying out in the sun. She was on her stomach at the moment, letting the lotion do its job of protecting her skin and feeding her magic. Of course, that was not all the lotion had done to her. Her pubic hair was gone, and the longer she was outside in the sun, the wetter her pussy became, especially as she approached her most fertile time of the month. The cushion under her already supported a significant wet spot.
Hermione couldn't read the rules silently. The book wouldn't let her. She had to read them out loud so that they would sink into her mind.
"A witchette obeys the rules. A witchette finds wearing clothes uncomfortable, and will only wear them when their parent orders them, or the rules require them. A witchette does not hide her body. A witchette keeps her body ready for any young wizard who her parents permit. A witchette does not have any control of her womb. A witchette expects to have babies early and often."
When she first read those rules, the second day of the Summer, Hermione had resisted them. She didn't want to follow them. Her parents made her, though, as she lacked the access to her clothes. Now, though, only the lack of access to books made Hermione resist the rules, and not much at that. She turned over on her back as she began to read, silently now, how a witchette kept her body ready for a young wizard. Her free hand slid down to her pussy, and began to rub the already wet nether lips.
It wouldn't be long before her fingers gave her a climax, her first of the day. Hermione hadn't pleasured herself much during her first year at Hogwarts, though she'd seen many a witch doing so in the showers and dorm rooms. Now she couldn't go without pleasuring herself for more than an hour if she was awake. Judging from her sheets in the morning, that might also be the case when she was asleep, but she couldn't be sure.
Hermione climaxed loudly and wordlessly, her cry of pleasure echoing throughout the neighborhood. The neighborhood was used to the cry. Hermione may have been the first girl in the neighborhood to do it outside, but she wasn't the only one anymore. The book said that the rules would spread and there were more pre-Hogwarts witchettes in her neighborhood than Hermione knew about. She was just the first and oldest by a couple years.
Hermione usually expected her mother to come home for lunch. It was a two hour break for her five-month pregnant mother, before she went back for the last two hours doing dental work. Her mother was working until her eighth month started. Hermione didn't know how her mother did it. Especially since the nudity around the house made it really easy for her to see exactly how much her belly was bulging. Hermione knew there wasn't a lot of room to move around the dental chair. There couldn't be much room now to move around, much less when Mum reached her eighth month.
Her mother did not get undressed when she came home for lunch, this time. Most of the time she did, claiming it was more comfortable not to have the elastic trying to find her long gone waist. She also wasn't alone. Ron's Mum was with her. "Hermione, I know that you're getting really bored staying here all the time this summer," her Mum said after hugging Hermione. "Would you like to spend some time with your friend Ron? I understand that Harry's already there."
Her acceptance left Hermione's mouth without thought. "Yes, Mum."
"Molly will take you there in time to have lunch. I won't expect you back until late, and expect you to have a fun time without the books. Ron may take care of you needs while you're there. I know you're fertile today, and Molly tells me that her son is old enough to see that you return to Hogwarts pregnant."
Hermione found herself getting very wet, as Ron's Mum put her arm around her naked body. She remember the rules. She knew she wasn't going to be able to stop Ron from filling her fertile womb with her first baby. She suddenly felt as if she was being forced through a tube, as the parlor disappeared.
The next thing Hermione knew, she was standing outside inside a walled country garden. The walls were barely a yard high, made of stone, and connected to the craziest cottage she'd ever seen. She was pretty sure that cottages were not supposed to be four stories tall and look like each floor had been casually stacked on the other.
"Almost done with the gnomes, Ronald?" Ron's Mum asked, directing Hermione's attention to the other person in the garden.
Ron had just tossed a gnome over the garden wall, and Hermione caught him still in motion. He hadn't cut his hair since he'd arrived at Hogwarts, and it spun around his head as he turned back to face Hermione and his mother. He was also naked, and for the first time Hermione was able to examine her friend's body. It seemed that his freckles didn't just cover his face, they graced the tops of his shoulders, and lightly covered below them. As she watched, his penis went from flaccid to erect, turning into a hard rod, jutting out from his lightly haired crotch. She wanted that rod inside her wet vagina.
"Yes, Mum," Ron said, his eyes locking with Hermione's. "'ello 'Mione."
She couldn't look away as he closed the distance. His arms hugged her, pulling her body close. His hard penis touched her wet labia, its head starting to part them as he kissed her for the first time. She lost herself in the kiss, and the next thing she knew she was on the ground, Ron's penis all the way up inside her. The pleasure was almost too much for her, as he thrust deeply into her. The seal between their lips broke long enough for her to wordlessly express her peaking pleasure.
Then Ron thrust hard one more time, and his penis twitched inside her. Hermione could feel his seed launch into her fertile womb. She knew he was putting his baby inside her. She wanted it, just like the book had told her she would. She was a witch, naked and pregnant.
Molly watched her children and their friends come in for lunch. Harry and Ginny had just come down from her room, and had not cleaned up. Their naked bodies still sported the signs of how they'd spent the morning. They didn't need to do it again, Molly's spell had confirmed that Harry had already put a pair of opposite sex twins in her daughter, but it was a good idea for them to get in the habit of love making.
Fred, George, and Percy were already seated around the table, naked, ignoring their sister's condition.
Ron and Hermione came in from the garden, the liquid of their first time leaking from between her legs. Molly cast her spell. Hermione's belly glowed low with a red-violet hue. It looked like the potions she'd given Emma to give her daughter had more than done the job. Topical application mixed with the sun-screen potion might have even increased the effects on Hermione. Molly had never seen a girl so eager and ready to get pregnant.
"Mum, remember that Penny's coming over after lunch," Percy reminded her, taking her attention away from examining the latest mother-to-be of her grandchildren. "Can I get dressed for her?"
"There is no need for clothes on children in this house, Percy," Molly replied. "You do need to shower and shave, though. Did you give her the ring?"
"Yes mother."
"Then she will have no problems with this house," Molly replied, her mind already going through what would happen to Penny Clearwater.
"Mum, can I go home with Hermione, tonight," Ron asked. "She wants to show me her room."
"You can spend the night, but I want you back in the morning, with Hermione," Molly said. "A flue connection has been set up to the Grangers under the name of Incisor Court."
Hermione accepted Ron's kiss as he snuggled up against her, their naked bodies still stained with sweet from their fifth time. Under the covers of her bed, she felt so close to Ron. She felt protected. Ron loved her. He knew what he was doing to her and wanted to do more. He expected her to be waddling around Hogwarts, his baby growing in her womb. It wouldn't just be her second year, either.
Hermione wondered what Hogwarts would be like next year, with her naked belly growing with Ron's child. Would she share Ron's bed? Would they allow her to lounge around the common room naked? How far along would she be when each professor told her to no longer attend their class until she gave birth? How many babies would she have before she couldn't keep up with her studies?
Now that Ron was working on making her pregnant, if he hadn't already, she knew she wouldn't have time to go get library books. She still needed to, and Hermione resolved that tomorrow she would, clothes or no clothes.
