Someone follows Hermione into the washroom

With speed born of raw panic, Hermione Granger burst through the door to the second floor girls' lavatory. Harry had been absolutely still her entire sprint here. Had she hurt—had Harry managed to hurt HIMSELF while he was fooling around inside her? Oh God, what… what if he had died?! Had she saved his bacon all those times for him to go and get himself killed in her pussy?

Turning quickly, she made a bee line for the nearest stall and practically smashed her face when she found it locked. Occupied, damn it. Sidestepping quickly, she took the next stall over. The knapsack of the other Hogwart’s student was sitting open on the floor under the separating wall; half in one stall, half in the other. For a second Hermione thought about choosing yet another stall; but every second she waited only increased the chances of Professor Dumbledore failing her as a keeper. That just wouldn’t do. Oh, and of course Harry could be hurt.

Stepping quickly into the stall and closing the door behind her, Hermione lifted one foot up to rest on the toilet seat as she starting hoisting her robes up to her hips. As soon as she could reach she plunged two fingers between her still swollen lips. Even in this situation she could feel herself blush as she realized how wet she was; but now wasn’t the time for that. For a moment, her panic increased when she couldn’t immediately find Harry. Oh she knew he was there all right; and finally, with her fingers up to the third knuckle she finally felt the small, still form of ‘The Boy Who Had BETTER Live.’

Carefully she made sure she had a firm hold of what felt like his feet and began to pull him. With a small, wet sucking sound, Hermione pulled Harry Potter out of her pussy. He looked like hell. Hermione was about to lift him up to examine him more closely when the stall door hit her from behind. She let out a squeak of surprise as Harry slipped from her fingers. She heard Harry’s body hit the toilet seat with a wet slap; but didn’t actually see it; instead her attention was turned to both shoving her robes back down to cover herself and turning around to deal with whoever was trying to push into the stall with her.

“Who the bloody hell…?!” she growled as she turned to look at the face of the intruder, “RON?!?!”

“Shhh…” Ron shushed as he glanced at the wall separating the stalls. A smirk pulled at his face as he started to pull at his own robes. “I can’t wait till tonight,” he whispered urgently.

Hermione was instantly livid. Ron had actually followed her into the girls’ lavatory so that she could do something about his God damned erection?! If Dumbledore didn’t kill her, SHE was going to kill Ron!

“Ron, you stupid git! Get out of he—“ Hermione’s sentence was cut off as she lost her footing. Ron was continuing to push his way into the stall, pushing Hermione back inch by inch until she had tripped on the other student’s knapsack. Unprepared, Hermione landed heavily on the toilet seat; immediately her eyes opened wide in fear and panic. Had she just crushed her toy—uh… Harry?

“What?” Ron asked in surprise as he tried to judge her expression. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it before,” he continued thickly as he gestured down to his now exposed member.

“No, not that,” Hermione hissed back. She couldn’t feel Harry anywhere under her ass; he must have slipped into the bowel. A small portion of her rotten luck seemed to change when the other Hogwart’s girl finally retrieved her bag and quickly left the lavatory. “It’s not that,” she practically screamed at Ron as soon as the lavatory door had closed again, “I… I still need to use the toilet!” God, why did all the cute ones have to be so amazingly thick in the head?!

To Hermione’s surprise, Ron’s smile only widened. With a casual stretch of his arm, Ron reached down and pressed the lever. Hermione’s mouth dropped open in absolute shock as the toilet let out a loud whoosh below her. “And now you’re done,” he announced as if that settled the argument and then began guiding his hips towards Hermione’s open mouth.

A monster; an enormous furry, brown monster. It is easily large enough to swallow you whole and that was exactly what it wants to do. Before you are able to do anything, it has you and you are shoved into its greedy, pink maw. Held securely between its lips, you stare into the darkness beyond as it tries to swallow you. You feel a brief surge of hope as you feel Ron pulling on your feet to help you… or was he pushing? Finally, the sweltering mouth swallows you. You can feel its smothering, viselike embrace as you are pulled deeper into the beast. You’ve been eaten alive.

…

“Noo!” you scream as you wake in complete darkness and the sound of your own heartbeat. Your tiny cry, however, is garbled by whatever’s pressed against your body, including your face. For an instant your heart leaps to your throat as you realize that you’re still enveloped in warm, soft flesh! And yet, somehow, it’s calmer here; and a hell of a lot dryer. Turning your head to the side, you manage to take a deep breath of the warm, fragrant air. It does little to clear your head. What has happened? Where are you?

Experimentally you try to stretch your arms out as you try to get a better feel for where you are. You’re pinned in roughly a reclining position; more laying than actually sitting.. Your naked back is pressed against some sort of lacy, padded fabric and your equally naked front is pressed against the softest flesh you’ve felt since… since…

“Hermione” you yell as your mind finally kicks back into gear. Like a rush, a flurry of images flash through your brain: Hermione orgasming, practically crushing you inside her as she does so; Hermione and Ron arguing about Ron being a ‘git’ while you try to roll your weary body over; and falling. As sparse as these memories are, what happens after is even less detailed. You vaguely remember… books? A hammock… or a padded cup? No, a bra! Finally, massive hands lifting you and the equally massive bra you’d found yourself on. And then… well… here you are.

It certainly doesn’t take a genius to guess exactly what body part your trapped under; more a question of which one. Your first thought is to complain as you realize that Hermione has obviously chosen yet another unusual method of travel for you; but after the morning you’ve just had, this seems pretty darned sweet in comparison. It’s pretty obvious however that she STILL hasn’t given you to Cho Chang! ‘And you’re even smaller,’ you notice almost immediately as you realize that you shouldn’t have been able to fit in Hermione’s brassier. Damn it. In the darkness, it’s almost impossible to tell how small; however, judging was the girth of the massive orb that’s resting so fully upon you, you’d have to guess that you’re at least half your previous height.

You moan in misery. This sucks. True, it’s almost peaceful here; every breath Hermione takes causes her chest to expand, rubbing against your tiny body. It’s almost like getting a full body massage… only from a boob. The warm air, however, is getting staler by the moment and you aren’t too keen on you few remaining days/hours being snuffed out by an enormous tit should you fall asleep.

In addition, you’ve had just about enough of getting manhandled by Miss Hermione Granger. It’s time to put your foot down and make sure she knows the rules. With a massive heave you thrust your arms out in front of you in the hopes of making more room for yourself. Instead, you feel your arms sink into the soft flesh. You make a few more tries but it’s like stopping a wave in the ocean, her breast ignores your feeble attempts to hold it back and pushes past to envelope you again.

With a groan of defeat, you give up and let the full weight of the boob drop back down on you. For a few minutes you lay in the darkness, pinned by the largest breast you’ve ever seen—er, felt. Hermione must be walking, judging by the constant back and forth sway of your current ‘ride’. You don’t even realize that you’re starting to nod off in the breast’s warm grip until you jerk awake. No! You aren’t going to go out this way!

Fueled by anger, you begin a carefully thought out plan of ‘flailing wildly’; or as wildly as you can while being pinned beneath a girl’s breast. The anger vanishes the instant you realize that it actually seems to work! You moved! You can get just enough purchase on the bra with your feet to push yourself ahead a few inches. The next few minutes prove to be slow and hot, yet also… stimulating. As you slowly inch you way out from under the boob you certainly can’t ignore the soft, smooth flesh rubbing against your body and especially your crotch.

Despite your anger at Hermione, you soon find yourself dragging a raging hard-on along the underside of her breast. It doesn’t take long before you find yourself grinding your hips up against the soft flesh as you push yourself along. The sensation is amazing and you’re soon smirking sheepishly as you image Ron’s face if he could see you right now. ‘Oh well,’ you muse as you close your eyes and push your throbbing dick up against the yielding flesh again. You’re so preoccupied with slow humping that you don’t even realize you’ve reached the nipple until you practically bump your head on it.

You smile triumphantly in the darkness as you realize you’ve just found you way out of here. Hermione seems to think that you’re some sort of pet. Well you’re not. You a man, damn it! Time to put your foot down. And this should definitely get her attention. Once she retrieves you, you’ll demand that she take care of the throbbing erection that her bosom has given you. She DEFINITELY owes you one. Hell, she owes you about fifty after that little scene with Ron in Potion’s class. Carefully you slide your arms up between the breast and the bra until you can reach up over your head. The nipple is roughly the size of your head as you bring your arms up around it. You take a deep breath, and then pull the nipple into the biggest, tightest bear hug you can possible manage. You strain every muscle you can; determined not to be ignored any longer.

“What the?!” cries the nipple’s owner as a massive hand suddenly clutches at you though her clothes. In an instant your feeling of triumph vanishes; replaced by raw terror. That voice… is NOT Hermione’s voice. And that means that this breast… :::::gulp::::: is NOT Hermione’s breast!

“Oh fuck,” you squeak in panic as massive fingers slide easily under the fabric of the bra and grasp you. Quickly the breast, bra, and nipple all fall away as you are yanked back into the light. You squint at the face in front of you as your eyes try to adjust to the brightness. Finally, you can just barely make out the face of…