“Nope. I forbid it... uh... for your own good!"

“My own good?” You doubtfully repeat, looking skeptically at Hermione as she coolly looks back. The way she had said it was weird, almost like a subtle threat, but that was impossible. Hermione was your best friend, well, now best friend with benefits. She wouldn’t threaten you, she only looked out for your best interests. It took a little bit of self-control, but you pulled yourself reluctantly from between Hermione’s breasts and tried to talk to her.

“Hermione, I’m not saying you should give me away to Cho forever, just let me be found by her and spend a few hours enjoying her company,” you explain, leaving out that enjoying her company meant enjoying that sexy oriental body she has. The things you wanted to do with Cho made your mouth go dry and your erection throb. Hermione took notice of your lustful expression and her eyes narrowed dangerously as you continued. “It’ll let me give her a proper good-bye if Dumbledore can’t cure me. I’ll spend a day with her alone in the Ravenclaw dorm, no one else will see me and in the morning I’ll tell her to send me back to you. No one will know, it’ll be our little secret. I think it’s a good idea, but what do you think…”

Hermione showed you what she thought by plucking you up off her chest. Suddenly having fingers thicker then arms wrapped around you caught you by surprise as you were lifted up seemingly a few stories up and then dropped. You fell down, kicking and waving your arms as you headed towards the bed. The mattress broke your fall, but did nothing to make your heart stop jack hammering in your chest. Hermione had just tossed you off her like an annoying pet, getting off the bed without giving you a second look. Furious, you stood up, slightly unsteadily after being tossed around like a rag doll. Huffing angrily, the sight of Hermione’s fine ass slowly moving away faces you and you start shouting at it.

“Hey! What was that about? All I was asking was for you to do one thing, you didn’t have to toss me off your chest, I could have hurt myself. Care to give me some warning next time?” Hermione gives no reaction to your tiny screams, probably finding your squeaky voice slightly amusing. Without responding, she opens her closet and pulls out a set of school robes. You’re slightly taken aback when she slips the old-fashioned and long out of date clothing over her head without putting on anything under it. Patting down the thick clothing, Hermione finally turns to you, her face screwed up in annoyance.

“Stop being such a baby Harry, I was using you much more roughly yesterday and your perfectly fine. All those near **** experiences seemed to have made you one tough little doll.” Hermione laughs, but you don’t share her mirth. You’re near **** experiences with Voldermort are not something you find slightly funny, nor do you find her calling you little doll endearing at all. You prepare to give her a piece of your mind. But she cuts you off, no longer having the patience to hear you out any further.

“Harry, from now on, don’t tell me anything unless I ask you to. Dumbledore put me in charge of you and I make all the decisions. I thought you’d be used to that because I seemed to make all the decisions for you before you shrunk. Remember, I told you when to study, what to eat and when to practice. It’s just like before, only now it’s who takes care of you, what you do and when to pleasure me.”

Hermione takes a step closer and involuntarily you back away. Hermione seems to be on a power trip, which isn’t unusual for her. She’s a very opinionated girl and enjoys controlling the people around her. Usually you went along with it, quickly leaving if things got out of hand, but you couldn’t leave now, you couldn’t even get off her bed. For a girl that yearned for control, she had found the perfect person to lord over, a tiny boy that had to do everything she said with **** and nowhere else to turn to. For the first time since Hermione had taken you in, you felt genuinely scared.

“Speaking of pleasuring me,” Hermione huskily speaks and lifts up the bottom of her robe. You fear washes away in your lust as you find out what a giant pussy looks like up close. You had been very intimate with Hermione’s crotch yesterday, but yesterday the orifice had seemed to be only a foot wide, now it looked six feet wide and big enough to get lost in. From clitoris to the bottom, it was only one foot shorter then your current height. If you pushed yourself against her sticky labia, you could wrap yourself in the lips like a blanket. You might actually do that. Hermione had stepped closer, putting her huge, musky crotch directly over you as you stepped to the edge of the bed. You could almost reach out and touch it, every wrinkle, every hair, and every drop of desire coming out of her was clear as day to your tiny eyes. It left you breathless.

“Now,” Hermione said, holding her robes up in tightly clenched fists. Her eyes danced with excitement and she bit her lip to keep from moaning in anticipation. “Lets see if you can get more then your arms inside me.”

Just as Hermione reached down and grabbed you gently with her huge hand, the door to her room slammed open behind her back. You saw him first over Hermione’s shoulder, happy and smiling, Ron had no idea what he was interrupting. What happened next happened so fast that you didn’t realized what had happened until after it had already occurred.

With speed generated from fear and embarrassment, Hermione hid you in the closest place she could find. You saw the damp sex you had been gawking at come at you at high speed, and then all you could see was the pink, wet interior. You were trust in head first without warning. You could feel Hermione’s vaginal muscles tense as they were suddenly thrust into her past your shoulder. You can only imagine what Hermione felt as her cunt was stretched around the shoulders of a six inch boy. It must have taken all of her self-control to keep from moaning, but she succeeded and kept pushing you. With one shove you shot nearly the rest in, your body was squeezed by hundreds of tons of flesh and muscle, squeezing the air out of you. Hermione hadn’t completely inserted you, your tiny, twitching feet were outside her throbbing opening, keeping the orifice slightly open. It all took less then a few seconds and by then your brain had caught up with the situation. Hot, slippery walls of flesh bear down on you tightly, crushing you slightly, but not breaking anything. It feels like you’re in a sweltering, slimy vice, unable to move even an inch. Taking a deep breath of the musty, hot air inside Hermione’s cunt you screamed. The flesh around you blocked out your voice.

As you screamed into the steamy depths of Hermione’s pussy, you felt Hermione’s robe drop, keeping anyone from seeing the two tiny feet sticking out of her pussy. The world shifted around you as Hermione turned around to face her uninvited guest.

“Ron! How many times have I asked you to knock?” The voice vibrated around you, making your ears sting. It was like hearing Hermione’s voice in stereo from every direction. You used to think her voice was annoying when she got upset when you were tall, but at this size and inside her, it was ten times worse.

“Come on, Mione, can’t a boyfriend visit his girlfriend?” Ron’s voice is muffled, but you can hear it. Through the flesh, muscle and blood surrounding you on all sides you hear what Ron is saying and it bothers you slightly. You hadn’t given much thought to his friends relationship, but if Ron was under the impression that they were together he didn’t want to hurt his friend by letting him find out he had done some very naughty things with Hermione. You listened, maybe hoping Hermione would correct Ron about their relationship, but instead you heard Ron go on talking. “I mean, I thought you’d be ready. Class starts in ten minutes and usually you’re the one ready at the door to go.”

“Bloody hell! We’re late!” Hermione cries out and everything starts shacking against as Hermione races around her room to get ready. Jostled around in her pussy, your mind races as Hermione seems to care more about getting to class on time then in getting you out of her. You know she hasn’t forgotten about you, no girl could forget about something lodged in her cunny. However, Hermione just keeps running around, leaving you to be slowly smothered in her tight, hot pussy.

Ron’s voice calls out from outside. “You okay Hermione? You’re face is getting kind of red and your sweating a lot. You ain’t sick are you?”

“No!” Her voice makes your ears rattle, but you listen on, feeling like some kind of voyeur as you follow the conversation from inside one of the participants. “I’m just tired. Come on, I’m not missing class.”

“What about me?” You ask, hoping Hermione can answer you and get you out of her before you pass out from the heat. You get no reaction from her, either she can’t hear you or she doesn’t care. You hope for the former and dread the latter. Hermione is in full mode panic as she rushes to class as fast as she can, sending tremor to you inside her sex. The walls seem to be getting wetter, showing that Hermione defiantly still feels you. Some of her motions are erratic and her breathing becomes raspier. Her mind seems to be focused on getting to class, but her body isn’t. You listen to her body inside her, recognizing signs of arousal as Hermione tries to keep from moaning. If you started squirming, you’re pretty sure you’d send Hermione into a full blown orgasm.

However, you stay as still as possible. Not only do you not want Hermione to climax in front of Ron out of the kindness of your heart, you’re even more concerned about not falling out. You know from first hand experience that Hermione’s cunt starts throbbing when she orgasms. The only thing keeping you from sliding out is the tight grip her cunt has around you. If it starts loosening up, your bound to fall out and take a few story plunge right onto the cold, hard stone floor. The only thing keeping you alive was the very thing slowly crushing you.

Unable to move, you spent your time studying the inside of Hermione’s vagina. The tiny opening your feet made from sticking out both let some cold air into the sweltering orifice and also allowed enough light in to see vague details. You could see the pulsating red walls all around you, thick wrinkles dripping with pungent juices. There wasn’t much else to see except for hot, sleek flesh, but Harry stared forward, seeing if he could see anything else. All that greeted him was inky darkness and that caused him to come to an unsettling thought, there was still more room inside Hermione for him to go. He had believed that she had pushed him in all the way, but he was now seeing more pussy for him to explore. All it would take is a little pressure from his giant friend on the soles of his feet to send him plunging into completely darkness. She could swallow him up in her pussy with enough space to finger herself. You had dwelled on the idea of being inside Hermione’s belly earlier this morning, but actually seeing how easily she could consume you with another orifice was horrifying. You were an object that could fit inside her and you would only get smaller. Thinking about how easily she could insert your body when you’re three inches tall or one inch tall or when your even smaller made you feel a deep sinking feeling in your gut. Maybe hanging around girls when you’re the size of a sex toy wasn’t as great as you first thought.