Ron has other plans for you.

“Hold on just a sec,” Ron slowly says and then pulls you away from Hermione’s salivating maw. You see a look of disappointment on Hermione’s face as your taken away, but that’s a bitter sweet victory because you know that Ron only saved you fir his own perverted reason. You stare at the giant as he pulls you back and then he looks at you. The big toothy grin he gives you sends shivers down your spine. It’s almost exactly like the look Hermione had as she used you last night. Ron only lewdly stared at you for a few more seconds before turning to Hermione.

“You don’t have any more of these shrunken dolls do you?” You try to scream at Ron that you’re not a doll, but a real person, but he isn’t listening. All he cares about is Hermione and the fun he can get out of you. You listen closely to the giants, although you already know what they are going to say.

“He’s one of a kind Ron,” Hermione tells him and then looks at you. For a moment, you mistake compassion on her face until she licks her lips hungrily. “That’s why I’m the one that’s going to eat him.”

“Hermione, I ain’t angry that you want to eat him. I know you love to swallow,” Ron chuckles softly, while you and Hermione roll your eyes. That joke was really pathetic. What isn’t a joke is what Ron has to say next. “You can eat him later, after I’ve had my fun with it. This is the coolest thing you’ve ever brought to the bedroom, way better then those stupid music with that muggle musician Bert White. Me, you and it are going to have some real fun.”

Ron slipping up and calling you ‘it’ again pales before the fear gripping you as Ron brings closer to Hermione who has lifted herself off the bed and was pondering Ron’s words. She was looking at you with a smouldering gaze, her cheeks flush and body aroused. She looked like she was going to pounce on either you or Ron, before reaching forward and taking hold of the tightly closed fist you were being held in.

“You’re right, I’ve been so selfish. Both of us our Harry’s friend, we should both get a chance to use him. It was so selfish of me to want to gobble him up before things even got started. Can you ever forgive me?”

“I won’t forgive you for this!” You scream at Hermione, even though the question wasn’t for you. Ron moves closer to Hermione and you find yourself stuck between them. You are being held only a few inches from Hermione’s luscious, full chest and Ron’s sweaty, muscular one. They seem to have forgotten you as they came together for a romantic moment. If they had forgotten you a few minutes ago you would be as happy as a claim and running as fast as possible. But with them coming towards you on both sides, all you can do is brace yourself as they collide in tight embrace.

“I could never stay mad at you,” Ron deeply says, mimicking all those cheesy romantic types. He pulled Hermione into a kiss, his hand letting go so you slid out and start falling. Before you can land in their laps, you smack into Hermione’s breasts, which are as big as the night bus. You start sliding down the smooth top of her breast, but then crushes his body to Hermione and you’re stuck between his rock hard pecs and Hermione’s soft boob. Squished between the two, you can only moan in pain as they start rolling around on the bed.

You’d be a smear on their chest if Hermione’s breasts weren’t so soft. You’ve sunk into the fleshy orbs of fat and muscle, completely pinned by the hard chest pushing into you. Their heavy breathing rumbles in your ears as they make out, never pulling apart to give you any release from the pressure. You start sliding around on Hermione’s breast, the rippling flesh giving way as Ron snogs Hermione even harder. You slid until you bump into Hermione’s nipple, which isn’t good. Now you’re being crushed between a hard, flat chest and a hard, bumpy tit. You feel like your tiny body is going to break, but your unlucky luck persist and they break the kiss.

“I love it when you use your tongue,” Hermione panted as she pulled away from Ron for a breather. Her chest heaved, which made it easy for Ron to spot you. He chuckled and Hermione followed his eyes, finding herself laughing at where you were. Your puny body was pushed up against her nipple, your face pushing against its side as the rest of you was stuck to her sweaty and stinky breast flesh. Stuck to Hermione’s breast, you need to evil girl to peel you off. Hanging from Hermione’s fingers again, you almost wish she’d eat you so this would end. Your wish never comes true.

“What a pervy little boy Harry is, couldn’t get enough of my breast so he attached himself to them,” Hermione said in an imitation girly tone, shaking you lightly in her fingers just to make you twitch. You look up at her loathingly, wishing you had your wand with you right now. There are a few unforgivables that you’d love to try out on your former friend.

“Looks like he’s not the only one, you look like your going to burst Ron,” Hermione noted, her voice getting deeper as her eyes zeroed in on Ron’s throbbing manhood. With a sad nod, Ron whimpered as he gestured to his member. He had been holding it in all day and of Hermione didn’t do something about it he was going to explode. Like the oversexed minx that she was Hermione lowered her face to the big, hard cock and then turned her head, not to Ron, but you. “Think we can help a friend out!”

“NNNNOOOO-” You’ve cut off when Hermione’s fingers wrap around you body, totally enclosing you within her fist. You close your eyes as you start hyperventilating, not wanting to get near Ron’s cock again, especially if Hermione wanted you to help pleasure him. You have to look when Hermione’s hand opens up a moment later, but you regret it right away as you find yourself staring into the head of his cock. His eye like piss-slit is a few feet from your face, a blob of shiny precum oozing from the tip as it widens to let more flow out. His cockhead is bigger then you, but you know that after getting stuck to it. Hermione holds you there for a very uncomfortably long amount of time, wanting you to see how big her man is. The horror and disgust you feel is nothing compared to when you are moved again.

Just below the huge mushroom head, Hermione draped you onto the shaft, stomach down, feet towards his body and head towards the tip of his cock. She held you in place with her thumb on my back, lightly rubbing you into the pink column. You violently shudder as she rubs you into Ron’s cock, letting your naked body massage a small portion of the massive member. A steady flow of pre-cum leaked from a top, leaking all over you. The revulsion you feel is only heightened as you weakly listen to the giants talk.

“Merlin, Hermione! I can feel the little bugger squirming against me. Its little hands rubbing into me, his tiny chest dragging over my shaft, I think he even has a boner himself!”

“He’s not the only one getting off. I can feel both of your pulses through my fingers. It’s making me so hot!”

You gag, spitting up the different body fluids you’ve been **** to swallow inside and on these giants bodies. You most certainly have no boner right now. After tonight you don’t think you’ll ever get a hard-on again. What is wrong with these two? You thought you knew Hermione and Ron, but you never thought it possible that they could be so perverted. It made you feel sick; too bad you emptied your stomach a few seconds ago.

Hermione added another finger, this one pushing your face into Ron’s cock. Apparently she didn’t think you were appreciating the smell and taste of the mighty rod. Your face rubs against the wrinkly skin, scrubbing the area just under the head and covering your eyes, nose and mouth in fresh precum. This goes on for several more seconds before Hermione loosens her grip. You think she’s done, but when her fingers pull away her palm slammed into your back. Hermione placed her hand on the shaft of the cock and lowered it onto you, trapping you between her palm and Ron's cock. Now your whole body is being crushed against the hated rod, only your head is poking out and that is so you can see the throbbing purple tip as it spews out precum.

You could feel the veins, gorged with blood, adjusting underneath you as Hermione pressed you more tightly against him. Very slowly and carefully, Hermione started stroking Ron with your squirming body against him. Your entire body slid along the massive cock, producing wet, squishy sounds. Your body was so slick it smoothly moved along the pole, adding to Ron’s pleasure. His deep, grunting moans grow vas Hermione moves faster, squishing you harder into his cock so you’ll squirm even harder. At this point you block out the nightmare around you and go into a semi-conscious state. Your aware of what’s happening, but your mind has broken away from any emotions.

You turn your face to the left so that your right cheek was sliding over thick veins that conformed to the pressure. At least now you aren’t rubbing your lips and nose into the thick, musky muscle. Hermione slowly slid you back downwards until your legs were entangled in the thick red hairs. Then her hand went up again and your face was pushing against Ron’s bulbous cockhead. She goes on like this for a while, moving you around so every inch of you gets to touch all of Ron’s cock. Rubbed raw against Ron’s tool, you feel yourself start to black out from the constant heat, smell and physical **** you’ve sustained. Then Ron had his orgasm.

You could almost hear the stuff gushing through the thick tube inside his cock as it rocketed out of him. Ron gave a loud shout as gallons upon gallons of cum spewed forth from his gigantic cock. The few few shots went wild, hitting his stomach, leg and Hermione’s arm, then it started flowing down towards you. As soon as the river of semen flowed onto you, it woke you up fully and you resumed panicking. You became completely engulfed in his cum, squirming helplessly against his shaft as it poured down. You couldn’t lift your head clear as Hermione still had you pinned to the cock. Opening your mouth to scream and cum flooded in. You were drowning.

The fact that this was the second time you were drowning from cum today was forgotten in your panic as you tried to scream to Hermione to let you go. All you did was **** on the extra thick cum, so you tried to keep your mouth shut. Ron was in an orgasmic seizure and had completely forgotten about you. Hermione was no better as she watched with fascination as you drowning her boyfriend’s seed. You think the crazy bitch might actually be getting off on it.

Just as you thought your lungs would burst, Hermione let go and the pressure released. Your carried down Ron’s cock by the swell of cum, falling into his pubic hair cum and becoming entangled in the thick, greasy hairs. Ron keeps cumming until your floating in a small puddle around the base of his cock. Floating in the thick cum, you weakly squirm, praying that the nightmare was over, but knowing you’ve never been that lucky. As fight to stat afloat, the couple talks.

“That was the best hand job ever. It’s official, we are going always going bring ‘Harry’ to bed with us. I’m sorry Mione, you can’t eat Hermione, no matter how much he begs.”

“Okay Ron, but it might be out of my control. If Harry gets swallowed while I’m giving you a blow job or accidentally falls into my mouth, you have to understand, he’s the one that really wants to be eaten.” Looking at you, Hermione subconsciously licked her lips. On was crazy about you for now, but he got bored quickly. By the end of the week, he would get tired of abusing you and Hermione could do swallow your yummy little ass. Her only worry was that you might die by then or shrink too so much that she wouldn’t get to properly enjoy you. She had no other trepidations about your fate.

“I got you, little bugger is just asking to be eaten. Hell, I might accidentally swallow him later.” He said while wondering if there were any good spells to get cum off a lifelike sex toy. Ron groaned, his body still tingling after emptying his balls on his best mate. He looked lazily down at Hermione and his new sex toy, who was swimming around in his cum. Smiling at the fact that you were having fun, Ron reflected on how much fun abusing a tiny version of his best friend was. It was so kinky and amusing, and the fact that you weren’t real allowed Ron to act on any perverted idea he had. Then, just like that, an idea popped into his usually vacant mind.

“Hermione, get on your hands and knees. It’s your turn.”

“My turn for what?” Hermione coyly said as she did as she was told. Turning onto her stomach, she lifted herself up, making sure her ass was lifted up the highest. Her round, full bottom wiggled in the air for Ron, inviting him to come closer. That got Ron aroused again, as you quickly found out as his flaccid cock started to rise up.

You hadn’t been listening to the horrors these two were deciding for you because you had cum in your ears, which is more disgusting then it sounds. Your blissful ignorance didn’t last long as Ron lifted you out of his soaking pubs. You were back in is hand, only this time you weren’t staring out at Hermione’s evil face, but rather her upwards rear. Ron got onto his knees and crawled toward Hermione until he was directly behind her. He ran his hands over her rump, getting a slow moan from the slutty bookworm. He moved his hands around, cupping her crotch and ass, while she waited eagerly.

“Since I got a hand-job from you and our best bud Harry. How about me and him double fuck you. Would you like to feel us both inside you?”

“Yes!” Hermione cried, while you just closed your eyes and groaned. Talking wasn’t going to save you, neither was squirming. All you could do now was bear through the pain and humiliation, and try to escape later. Then you could spend the rest of your life repressing this nightmare. You watched as Ron moved you towards Hermione’s backside and then it occurred to you, Ron didn’t specify where he was going to fuck Hermione. You had been shoved into two of Hermione’s orifices, you did not have to explore the third with Ron.