"You should meet my snuntrant."

Typical Potter luck. You stand in the palm of a giant, beautiful, platinum blond haired teenage classmate. You’re shrinking away to nothing and she has imaginary creatures in her underwear. Your best friend tried to smother you to **** with her pussy and the most flighty headed girl in the school is pointing out the obvious to you. And she STILL hasn’t even noticed your size. … Well, so maybe it isn’t all bad. Still, you can’t evade the mental image of a baby growing out of a dead snuntrant husk. You don’t have the foggiest idea what a snuntrant is or what it should look like, but still: eww…

“So are we going to go on a date now?” Luna asks airily, her large eyes gleaming at the thought. “I’ve been on lots of them, but never with a ‘real’ boy.” Her face momentarily grows serious as she leans in closer to whisper to you again. “You aren’t imaginary, are you?”

Despite yourself, you feel the smirk reforming on your lips. No matter how much time you spend with her, you’re never quite sure what she’ll say next. You fight back the urge to agree that you are indeed a figment of her imagination before you finally shake your head, “no, Luna, I’m the real Harry.”

“Oh,” she says simply, “well that’s good, I guess… Should I deep throat you now or at the end of the date?” She smiles benignly at you, awaiting your answer as if she’d just asked your favorite color.

“Huh? Uh… I, well…” you sputter helplessly. Two images fight for dominance in your brain: Luna deep throating you at your normal size and Luna doing the same at your current size. One ends very well, the other ends with you hammering away at the inside of Luna’s stomach.

“What is deep throating anyway?” Luna continues simply.

“I… I… I… I…” you continue to sputter as it becomes harder for you to keep up with Luna’s thinking.

“Now now, Harry,” Luna says as she raises her other hand to calm you, “I know you’re eager to get started, but you still need to get inside of me before we leave.”

Is it hot in here? Nope, you’re just blushing a deep shade of crimson as you find yourself again mumbling gibberish. “I—inside of you?” you manage at last.

“Yeah, in here,” she says matter-of-factly as she sets you down on the bed. Climbing quickly to her knees, Luna grabs the hem of her robes and lifts it up to her waist, revealing her long creamy legs and her silver and blue panties. Ravenclaw colors. A thin line of moisture runs up the center of the fabric as she points directly at her covered pussy. “Right here, Harry, just pop on inside me, say ‘hey’ to my snuntrant, and we’ll do something really intimate… like sharing a milkshake or holding hands or something.”

“Your… suntrap…” you whisper in amazement.

“Snuntrant,” Luna corrects lightly. “It’s just spraying like crazy, Harry. The more I look at you, the more it sprays. It’ll be leaking down my leg soon, if you don’t make friends with it. So hurry up and get inside.” Quickly she loops a finger inside the elastic waist of the tiny garment and starts to pull them down. You see a shock of familiar blond hair appear before you manage to stop her.

“Wait wait wait,” you yell up at the towering giantess who finally stops, her thumb still pulling the front of her panties down a couple of inches. Your last experience with a pussy as large as this resulted in a near **** experience that you aren’t eager to recreate; of course, your dick clearly has other ideas and within seconds it’s pointing you forward.

“Traitor,” you growl down at your fleshy divining rod. ALRIGHT! Fine, so you DO want to explore Luna’s nether regions. You really really do. But she’s a heck of a lot stronger than you, her pinky is a heck of a lot stronger than you; and as much as you want to go spelunking, you kind of like living even more. “I want to, Luna, I would love to meet your snoringcat.”

“Snuntrant,” Luna corrects again. She’s begun to sway from side to side slightly as you talk. At first you assumed that it was to another tune playing in her head alone, but as she moves you quickly realize what she’s really doing. Grinding her thighs together, your thoughts wander as you watch Luna search for some relieve from her own growing desire.

“Riiight,” you mutter dreamily as you watch Luna try to stimulate herself. “Uh… I mean… Anyway, I’d love to help you Luna bu—“

“Good,” Luna breathes excitedly as her slender fingers shoot forward and quickly grab one of your ankles. In an instant you are again dangling helplessly in front of an obviously horny giantess. Looking down, you find yourself hanging directly above Luna’s open panties. Her blond hair, contrasts against the blue and silver of the fabric, both leading deeper to where her imaginary creature lives. “Ready,” she asks, excitedly.

“I…” you begin, searching for the right words to talk your way out of this newest situation.

Above you, Luna giggles delightedly. “Aye aye,” she says with a grin before suddenly growing serious again. “And Harry, snuntrants can get kinda rough sometimes, but be gentle okay?”

She doesn’t even wait for one of your sputtered half-answers this time before her fingers release your tiny ankle. Quickly gravity takes hold and pulls you down into Luna Lovegood’s open panties. You bounce lightly off the soft fabric before hitting her blond curls and sliding further down between Luna’s legs, following the slope of her body.

Luna purrs with apparent delight as you finally slide down against her warm, swollen pussy lips. You find yourself mirroring her groan as your dick glides against her soft, fragrant skin. You should be terrified. You should be scrambling to escape as memories of Hermione’s sweltering orifice fill your thoughts, but you aren’t and you don’t. You inhale deeply; Luna’s musky scent is everywhere. Similar to Hermione yet different, more exotic somehow. You smile sheepishly as you finally come to rest directly against her throbbing pussy.

With a tiny ‘fap’ Luna releases the elastic band, snapping her panties shut and pressing you tighter against her eager sex. Quickly, the same moisture that you had seen soaking through the silky material covers most of your front and all of your face. You don’t care, your hormones have taken over and any fear or discomfort is pushed aside by the sensation of your cock sliding between the two massive lips you’re pressed against.

Another pleased moan emanates from somewhere far above you. “Oooh, Harry, my clamhole feels soo neat.”

Neat? Not quite the word you were looking for, but it IS Luna, so you’ll take it. Spurred onward by her soft gasps of excitement, you begin to ease one arm between the soft lips and into Luna’s pussy. As warm as it is pressed against her cunt, inside the temperature is sweltering and as Luna had mentioned, more than a little wet. Her juices let your arm slide in easily; you’re up to your elbow before you realize that at your size, your whole body would probably fit just as easily. Horny as you are, however, you aren’t quite ready for that.

As you grind your sex against Luna’s soft, moist skin, you let the fingers of your engulfed hand play lazily against the slippery walls of her pussy, smiling as the flesh seems to ripple and pulse under your touch. Your whole word shakes and it takes you a moment to realize that Luna had involuntarily bucked her hips, eager for more.

You smile wider and push your arm in up to your shoulder into her pussy. Another gasp of excitement leaps from Luna’s mouth as you rub your entire arm against the slick surface inside.

“Exceedingly adequate, Harry,” Luna breathes in a tone that says that ‘adequate’ doesn’t do justice to how it feels. You are jostled again as her hips give another stronger buck, punctuated by a sudden squeal of excitement. You realize immediately what caused it. In the sudden movement, you had bumped your face against the small, nub of flesh at the top of her slit and just above your head: her clit. Hermione’s rough usage of your tiny body had been your sole experience up until now; but it certainly didn’t take a lot of experience to figure out the importance of this relatively tiny spot.

With your one hand still exploring the delicate inner folds of Luna’s sex, you reach up with the other and gently caress the palm sized bump above you. Immediately your giantess gives her most violent shake yet as another husky gasp rips from her lips. “Harry!” she breathes and you aren’t sure if it’s an implicit beg to stop for to push forward but you know which option you’re choosing. Carefully you work your body higher, using the soft grip that her pussy has on your body to hold you in place as you come face to ‘face’ with Luna’s clit. The sensation feels equally amazing against your cock as you press it against her quivering flesh.

You take just a moment’s hesitation to ready yourself, then, you extend your tongue and give the nub a slow, wet lick.

“Eep!” shouts Luna in surprise and almost immediately a massive **** slams into your back through the fabric of her panties as Luna’s hands shoot between her legs. All air is **** from your lungs as you are driven all the tighter against Luna’s pussy and more of your body is **** between her swollen lips. On cue, the slippery muscles clamp down around your arm, one leg and most of your torso as Luna lets out a guttural cry. Wave after wave of intense pressure works against your tiny body as her pussy tries to pull you deeper into itself. With every gasp and squeak that Luna emits, you can feel your body being pulled deeper into her body, helped by the unceasing pressure that her hands provide at your back. Worse, Luna’s orgasm only seems to grow stronger as more and more of your body is swallowed alive by her ravenous sex.

And you don’t care.

The rippling waves of pressure pulling you deeper into Luna feel just as amazing against your own throbbing manhood. Within seconds your concerns about smothering are washed away as a massive orgasm of your own, having waited patiently since before Hermione. You may die, but you’ll die relieved and humping away like mad the whole time.

Finally, Luna’s body starts to relax around you as you come down from your own orgasmic high and the pressure from her hands finally relents. You can’t help but laugh at your situation; you look like your sinking into quicksand, except the quicksand is the massive, moist pussy of your new girlfriend. Your head and one arm remain free while the rest of your body has been claimed by Luna’s greedy cunt. Ahead of you, Luna’s panties are soaked from being pressed against you and her pussy.

And you haven’t even tried to meet her snuntrant yet. Funny as it sounds; your own post orgasmic bliss suddenly makes Luna’s oddities a little easier to deal with. Maybe you will venture a little deeper after all…