Luna now has some very important questions.

You laugh again as Luna runs her tongue along her fingers to catch every stray drop of her own juices. The more she licks, the more her finger glistens; and the more it glistens, the more Luna seems to think that she’s missed a few drops. You can’t help but feel like you’re watching a beautiful blond kitten chasing its own tail. And… you’re happy. Really happy!

Shrinking as been a humiliating and terrifying experience. You’re family is… well… the Dursley’s are hardly that friendly towards you to begin with. They’d be thrilled to see you now, only because there’s so much less of you! You’re best friend and supposed protector immediately went power hungry and did her best to feed you to her fuzzy brown pussy. And The Dark Lord; the truth was that you had begun to buy into the hype. The Chosen One. The Boy Who Lived. Voldemort’s Arch-Enemy. They all seemed to say the same thing… that at some point you would end up facing You Know Who… probably in the Forbidden Forest, with the way that your luck runs… surrounded by Deatheaters, just because fate hates you.

But now none of that matters. You stand between the soft, creamy thighs of one of the most beautiful blonde’s in Hogwarts and you’ll end your dwindling existence on YOUR terms. Living on through the glorious curves that are giggling as they blink down at you. Your fate rests in Luna Lovegood’s belly. And nobody can take that away from you.

“Harry?”

You shake the thoughts away as Luna leans in closer. Her striking blue eyes are full of concern as she stares down into yours. Her bottom lip is sucked between her gleaming white teeth. It’s obvious that she has a very VERY important question to ask.

“Uh… yeah Luna?” You hold your breath as you wait for the question though you’re only half aware that you’re doing it. Fate has found you and it’s about to mock and destroy your moment of happy feelings.

She releases her lip and the tip of her pink tongue glides across the fresh bite-mark. Luna’s deep cleavage presses against her lap as she leans in to apparently whisper the question to you.

“Harry,” she begins again; those large eyes searching your face with such intensity that you almost throw your arms out to stop her. Her warm, sweet breath blows softly over your body. “What… do you think we’re having for dinner in the Great Hall tonight?”

“LUNA!”

The massive walls of warm flesh tremble on either side of you as the poor, surprised girl actually jumps at your yell; her massive, soft fingers curling around your body as you start to fall forward onto the mattress in relief. You cannot really be mad at Luna after all; it isn’t her fault that you’re suffering from Post Traumatic Hermionie’s Snatch Disorder.

The puffy, glistening lips of her pussy rush below you as Luna lifts you up; reclining against the wall. Very very carefully she sets you down in the middle of her tummy.

“I… I’m so sorry, Harry! Was that rude of me… because you’re food now? Was that race—uh… no… uh… f… foodist of me to ask that question? I didn’t mean to sound that way. My parents always used to talk about food like you’re just supposed to eat it… i… I wasn’t really friends with any food until … y… hmm?”

Her singsong voice trails off as you wave your arms to get her attention. You want to call up to her but you can’t stop laughing at the obvious concern that she’s offended a cupcake or a rack of lamb.

“N… no no, Luna, stop! … foodist… honestly Luna… You’re amazing!”

The soft, ever moving ground beneath your feet wobbles as the beautiful blonde shares your latest laugh, though it’s obvious she isn’t sure why. You manage to maintain your footing for a few seconds before dropping to your hands and knees.

That’s when it hits you: this is it… you’re standing above your final resting place. The flat plane of her stomach rumbles all around you as if it’s just realized how close you are too. On an impulse, you drop down to your own belly, spreading your arms out wide to give her stomach a massive hug. You face presses into the soft flesh and suddenly the entire world below comes alive.

Your brief stay inside Hermionie’s body had been terrifying. Hot and so humid that it was like another layer of her cunt trying to smother you. You vaguely recall the wet squishes of her body and the distant beat of a powerful and overexcited heart. All of it only adding to the feeling of being trapped… overwhelmed… consumed.

But somehow, Luna’s stomach, an organ that really will consume you, sounds different. Again is the soft, distant thud of her heart. But her stomach seems to be alive constantly. Soft low gurgles… higher pitched whines… the occasional lazy burble. It reminds you of sitting at the edge of the Forbidden Forest with the constant sounds everywhere. No single sound more distinct than the others… just an unending symphony of soft, almost soothing background noises.

Laying in the middle of her bare tummy, hugging the soft, warm skin. It isn’t long before you find yourself starting to drift off. Half formed dreams already being fueled by the bubbling of Luna’s stomach.

*GRRRROOOOOOOAAAAN*

You’re up in a flash as her stomach reminds you again of your place. Her entire body seems to vibrate beneath you.

“I’m up… I’m up!”

You glance up at Luna only to find that you weren’t the only one who was nodding off during the quiet moment. A soft, content smile tugs at her lips as her now dry hand cups protectively over your tiny body. Her eyes, while still open, are unfocused and her blinks are growing longer…and longer. Slowly, her massive head slumps forward to her chest. You can see her glossy, pink lips just between the massive hills of her chest.

“Mmmm… hope… it’s… tasty…” she mumbles sleepily as her breathing starts to slow.

For several long moments you think about just curling up between her palm and her stomach and taking a nap too. But another punctuating growl from the depths of her gut put a stop to that. Slowly you push your hands out between her fingers and scramble out. Even half asleep, her loose grip is almost enough to totally overpower you; but, after a few minutes and more than a little grunting, you stand free atop your giantess.

Heh. Your SLEEPING giantess! Life has turned around for you so much today. A beautiful blond bombshell to call your own… who’s only rule is that you have to spend more time in her tight, pink cunt before she agrees to swallow you! And you’ve got days… maybe even weeks before that happens! Until then, her body is your playground and more than anything else… you just want to kiss those pouty lips.

You start forward, marching along her tummy into the valley formed by her huge breasts. With any other girl, this might be a intimidating; knowing that with the slightly flex of her arms, she could smother you between her jiggling pillows. But with Luna you take some time to savor the moment. Tiny hands reaching out to run along the walls formed by each perky orb.

“Mmmm… you really are a knockout, Luna…”

“… sorry,” she mumbles in her sleep.

After a few minutes you walk the last few steps to her mouth and her big, soft kissable lips. The smell of strawberries wafts over you from her lip-gloss and you can’t help but reach out a hand and run it along the shiny pink flesh as your mind wanders to the sorts of uses they could be put to if you were just full sized.

Your fingertips have barely touched her skin, however, when her entire mouth suddenly opens wide. The glistening pink maw is more than big enough to swallow you whole. Slender strands of saliva criss-cross the insides as her massive tongue rolls out to greet you.

*yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwn*

You stumble back away from the slick, lolling muscle before Luna accidentally shows you just how talented her tongue can be! Immediately your back presses against a firm surface that’s pushing you right back towards those parted lips. Her hand?! You’re about to be shoved into her mouth as she covers a yawn!

“L… L… Luna!”

“Mmm… wake me… for… dinner… Harry.”

“I’m trying too!”

You push back hard against her soft hand but it doesn’t even slow down and within seconds you’re stumbling forward into the middle of that wet, pink tongue. You get a quick view of the edges curling upwards around you, claiming its prize before her entire tongue slips back into her mouth and her lips close again.

“Grrr.. no! Lun—blech… luna!”

Almost immediately your entire body is coated in her thick, gooey drool. Everything is slick and the more you flail and try to fight your way back towards her lips… the further into her mouth you slide. Even in the darkness of her mouth, you notice the inky blackness that’s starting to envelop you as you slide towards your doom!

This is your fate… but it’s no longer your choice! You still have weeks before this… and you want to live them! Not end up as some sleepy burp because you were too stupid to realize what was happening!

You fling yourself forward, clawing at the slick tongue for purchase but every time that you do, it tosses you back towards her waiting gullet! You throw stray punches at the roof of her mouth, hoping to wake her but nothings working! Finally, your foot slips and there’s nothing below it but open space… her throat. Before you can yank it back, glistening wet muscle closes around your ankle. You freeze immediately… you’re face etched with terror. It has you! She’ll either swallow and gulp you down to fuel her glorious body… or her throat will relax and you can resume your frantic struggling for life.