Hermione gags again, It works?

You move forward and shove away bits of half digestive food as you desperately push forward, the desire to survive forcing you to ignore all else. You pay no heed to the foul smells or the constant rocking or the fact that your starting to fade out of consciousness and the tingling feel is stronger. You’re going to survive this. Dementors, trolls, **** traps, fluffy, werewolves and a dark lord himself couldn’t kill you, it wouldn’t be an manic oversexed girl that finally does you in. It’s kind of ironic. The first time you nearly died in Hogwarts was saving the life of the girl digesting you right now. Ron always said your need to be a hero would someday come back to bite you on the ass.

You push aside a piece of sausage the size of your head and hit something sticky and elastic. You’re touching the walls of Hermione’s stomach, now all you had to do is find the place that you came in from. You run your hands over the wrinkled walls, feeling them pulse with life as Hermione moans. That’s bad, if Hermione is moaning it means Ron isn’t forcing his meat down her throat. Your life relies on your best friend being a perverted prick. Luckily, said friend is Ron Weasley, the Boy-That-Never-Learns.

Your fingers press against a fold of flesh pushing out and you know you’re touching what you had been searching for. “Found it,” you croak out in success and then start coughing violently. Your lungs are starting to burn and everything is going dark, but you can’t stop now. Moving your hands over the crinkled folds of skin, you try to pull them apart, but get little success. You can only budge them a few inches and barely have room to get your hand in. You could never **** your way into Hermione’s throat, even if there were two of you. the only thing that can save you is Ron. Through layers of flesh, bone and organs, you hear his faint voice and it sounds like an angel singing to your tiny ears.

“Swallow it you, slut!”

Hermione’s belly rocks and you’re nearly thrown away from her throat and your only salvation. You hold on to the fold of flesh, digging your fingers in and pressing your body as close as it can to the fleshy valve. The whole stomach rocks again as you hear a rumbling gagging sound echo from all around you. Like magic the entrance to the belly opens up and your sucked in, out of the hot, steamy belly and into the bumpy, but safe throat. Your journey upwards is a rough one, lasting only a few seconds; you’re thrown from one side of the esophagus to the other on your rising passage to safety. But the you laugh through it all, you weren’t going to be digested. You are safe. Safe!

SMACK!

You hit it hard. You’d have broken several rips if whatever you hit wasn’t very spongy. I came out of nowhere, like a squishy wall blocking your path. The front of your body collided with whatever it was hard and you were now hugging it with both arms and legs. You can feel it throbbing underneath you, like some wild beast ready to attack. You try to pull your face off of it, but it’s stuck. Whatever you hit is sticky, and now that you notice it, the thing stinks too. It had a musky smell that you find disgusting. You don’t want to breath it but with your face pushed against the whole thing you don’t have any choice.

Just staying there, you wonder what the hell had happened and then you feel movement. Whatever you are attached to is moving back and taking you with it. You look out of the corner of your eye, seeing Hermione’s pearly white teeth pass you by. You start getting a sick feeling about what you are stuck to when you pass Hermione’s lips and the world bobs up and down. You look around wildly, trying to see where you are until finally you manage to pull your face off the spongy surface your stuck to and look up. Ron stares back at you.

“Oi Hermione, I think something got on my cock.”

Now you want to cry. You’re stuck to the tip of Ron’s cock. You can see everything now. His large, oozing piss-slit is a few feet from your face, spitting out his thick, warm pre-cum. That, mixed withy Hermione’s saliva is gluing you to the top of his manhood. You stay there, too horrified and disgusted to make even a tiny squeak. Trapped on the mushroom shaped head of Ron’s cock, you lie there and wait for this new nightmare to end. You wish you were back in Hermione’s pussy right now.

“If this is some kind of sick joke Ron, I’m going to…” A shadow looms over you and the words stop. Hermione has found you and for the first time this morning you really wish she’d pick you up. When her fingers pinch your ankles and peel you off Ron’s cock it feels like the greatest relief of your life. That is until your dangling in the air up side down looking at the two giant faces of your best friends. Hermione looks nervous and guilty, and right now, you hope the bitch feels terrible. Your other best friend, the one that didn’t try to digest you, stares at you with dumbfounded at you with his mouth hanging open.

“Blimey, is that…Harry!” Ron sputters as his eyes go huge at the sight of his tiny drenched friend. You stare back at him from upside down, the blood rushing to your head. You sway from Hermione’s fingers looking at them both silently. The two lovers are on the bed completely naked. They seemed to be ready for some serious fun, but your sudden interruption seems to have killed Ron’s mood. “He’s small. I mean really, really small. What’s he doing so small and what was he doing on my cock? How’d he get there I mean. This is so weird.”

That is Ron, always so elegant with his words.

You want to tell Ron everything, your disease, your experiences and how his girlfriend nearly killed you on two separate occasions, but Hermione beats you to the punch. “Ron, Harry’s got this disease that is causing him to become smaller and smaller until he disappears. Dumbledore is trying to fix it and until he discovers the cure, he put me in charge of taking care of Harry. We’re not sure if the cure will come in time, so I’ve been trying to make Harry comfortable.”

“Wow, sorry to hear that mate,” Ron says to you sympathetically before something occurs to him. “Hey, wait a sec, if you were trying to make him comfortable, how come he ended up on my cock?”

This is it, Ron’s going to save you. The boy might not be the shiniest Galleon in the treasure chest, but even he can figure out that something is wrong. He’ll take you away from Hermione, even if it requires ****. Any sympathy or kindness you felt towards your good friend Hermione went out the widow when she swallowed you simply for the power rush. You don’t care if this ruins the golden trio, you want to stay as far away from the crazy bitch as possible until your fixed, and even then you’re not too sure you want to be around her. It’s not easy to forgive and forget what Hermione has done to you. At least it’s over.

Instead of buckling to the question or getting upset, Hermione giggled and grabs you with her free hand. You gasp as her fingers tighten around your whole body, only leaving your head free to watch and listen as everything goes to shit.

“Since he started shrinking, Harry has been feeling really depressed and felt bad about all the things he’s missed out on in life. When he reached nearly half his regular size, he started crying about how he wished that he could enjoy all the things he never got to experience before. He told me I was the most beautiful, smart and sexy girl in Hogwarts and got on his knees begging for his first time to be with me. How could I refuse him?”

“You’re cheating on me!” Ron declared his eyes bugging out at the news he was getting. You squirm even harder in Hermione’s grasp, **** to tell Ron she was lying. That wasn’t what happened at all, Hermione came on to you. There was no crying, no begging, the evil bitch of a witch wanted you more then you ever wanted her. You try to scream something, but Hermione’s fingers tighten around your body further, forcing all air out of your lungs. You can barely breath, much less refute Hermione’s claims.

“Please Ron, Harry was barely up to my knee by that time, I could hardly call what we did cheating. All he did was rub up against me, the little twerp couldn’t even get it into me. All we did was some harmless messing around, not as bad as the stuff you did with Lavender while we were dating.”

Ron went ridged, and not in the good way, at the mention of his fling with Lavender Brown. Looking uncomfortable, he lowered his head and started grumbling. “Why’d you have to bring that up, all she did was give me a handjob. She caught me by surprise. I was goin push her away.”

“It’s okay Ron,” Hermione cooed and reached over to lightly rub the side of her boyfriend’s face. The tenderness and love she showed left you feeling sick inside. A few hours ago she had been treating you like a toy and now she was treating Ron like a prince. When did life get so unfair?

“I understand now, what you had with Lavender was just a moment of lust and meant nothing, just like what I’m going with Harry. He needs some fun and that’s all I’m giving him, but I got to admit, Harry can be very perverted.”

“What are you talking about?” Ron asked and you mirrored his question. What was Hermione going on about?

Licking her lips, Hermione looked bashful, but you knew she was just pretending. “I don’t want you to think less of Harry, he’s going through this bad experience and it might be making him a little daft, but ever since I agreed to have some fun with him he’s taken it really far. He loved to rub himself against me all the time when he was a few feet tall, humping and licking all my naughty places. It was all right back when he was that size, but since he went below a foot in size it’s gotten worse. This morning, he **** himself into my cunt and wouldn’t come out. I had to go to class with Harry deep inside me. I wasn’t able to take him out until after class and he was just as perverted as ever. He started talking about how he loved my body and wanted to be apart of it, he hopped into my mouth and went down my throat before I could stop him. I’m just lucky he came out when your cock was in my mouth, probably wanted to see what a real man looked like at his size.”

“You Lyin…” You try to scream, but it comes out as a squeak and you aren’t even able to finish before Hermione silences you with a small squeeze. She’s making it sound like she’s the victim in all this, the poor girl being **** to be Harry Potter’s giant sex ****. She’s got the timid voice down and scandalous look down, you’d believe her if you hadn’t lived through what really occurred. Lots of things are bugging you about this, like how through all of this, Ron hasn’t so much as frowned. His face as remained blank, but his body has reacted. When he found you stuck to his cock, Ron had lost his erection, but after hearing some of the stuff you’d done with his girlfriend, it was rock hard again. Not a good sign.

“Wow….wow,” Ron repeats, his mouth open in a dumbfounded expression that suited him so well.

“I know, and he even told me that he wanted to pretend like he was being **** through all of it. He tells me to stop, begs for mercy, even calls me a liar, but it’s all pretending. Harry loves his role playing.”

Then, like a final slap to you, Hermione looks down and winks at you as Ron closes his eyes to think. She is good, very, very good. Forget about her being the brightest witch of her generation, she’s the brightest witch ever, and right now you want to strangle her. You only hope, no pray, that Ron doesn’t buy this; that your other best friend doesn’t get sucked up into this.