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Gif: Bimbofied At Hogwarts (Bimbo TF)

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A Random Day 535 - Bimbofied At Hogwarts (Bimbo TF)

- Story -

I was in France for one of the biggest modelling gigs of my career when my mother’s message popped up on my phone.

“Kira, I volunteered you for an undercover mission. Hogwarts University’s exchange program is experiencing strange bimbo transformations. Investigate ASAP. No arguments.”

I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. Of course she volunteered me without asking.

Fast forward a few days, and I was standing in a long queue at Hogwarts University’s orientation, dressed in the required uniform—a crisp white shirt and a red pleated skirt. My loose, wavy brown hair fell over my shoulders, and I tried to blend in with the other students.

As I shuffled forward in line, I noticed a group of girls giggling nearby. They were dressed provocatively—bikini tops, micro skirts, and sky-high heels—looking like they’d stepped out of a fantasy. One of them caught me staring and winked.

“What’s with them?” I muttered, but before I could ponder it further, I felt a strange tingling sensation.

I froze, looking down at myself. My white shirt was shrinking, the buttons straining as my chest began to swell. My hips widened, my skirt riding up as my curves expanded. My long brown hair grew silkier, cascading down my back in perfect waves.

“What the—?!” I gasped, grabbing my chest as my breasts grew massive, spilling out of the now-too-small shirt. My skirt had turned into a tiny pleated scrap of fabric, barely covering my new bubble butt.

The girl who had winked at me earlier walked over, smirking. “Welcome to Hogwarts, new girl. You look “Guess its effecting you too, but you do look so much better now.”

I glared at her, trying to cover myself with my hands. “What the hell happened did to me?”

She laughed, tossing her hair. “Just a little initiation ritual. Don’t worry—you’ll get used to it like the rest of us. Everyone here embraces their… transformation eventually.”

I glanced around, noticing more students—some looking perfectly normal, others looking like they’d stepped out of a fantasy magazine. My mission suddenly got a lot more complicated.

“Great,” I muttered, adjusting my shirt hopelessly. “Just what I needed—to blend in as the campus slut.”

But as I walked through the campus, I couldn’t help but notice the attention I was getting. Looks, whispers, and even a few catcalls followed me wherever I went.

“Well,” I thought, smirking to myself, “if I’m going to be undercover, I might as well own it.” giggling.

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