Bath! What the heck do you have all over you?

“Well, I suppose I do smell a little ripe. A bath might be a good idea,” you laugh and lower your head to take a deep whiff of your own aroma. Your nose scrunches up as you pick up a very strong, strange smell coming off your. You can’t identify it, but it’s very musky. Most likely it’s nothing, but you can’t help feeling the smell means something.

Hermione clasps her hands together gleefully, giving you a big toothy grin. “I’m so glad you agree. I’m a little bit of a neat freak and don’t want our evening to be ruined by any dirt or gunk. It’ll be fun and relaxing, not to mention those cute hands of yours will be able to get to spots on my bear body that are hard to reach.”

The first thing that grabbed your attention was Hermione mentioning she wanted you clean for this evening. As far as you knew, you’d be spending the evening in her room, most likely studying. So, why did she want you clean? You went on full alert though when she said started talking about your hands and her naked body.

“Wait. What?” You stammer as Hermione carelessly lifts you up into her arms. Apparently following behind is no longer your method of travel. Hermione clutches you to her chest like a baby, which isn’t too awkward because you’re almost the size of one. You fidget around uncomfortably as you feel her breasts push against your side. Is it your imagination or is she not wearing a bra.

“What’s wrong Harry? Don’t tell me you thought you’d be taking a bath alone?” Hermione asked patronizingly as she cradled you against her bosom. You stare up at her angrily, not liking this new attitude she was showing.

You’re not a baby, you’re a man. A very small man, but a man nonetheless.

A little bit rudely, you respond back. “Yes I expected to take a bath alone. I’m not some little baby that’s going to drown in the tub because I don’t have supervision.”

Hermione just grins at your impolite response, pressing you slightly harder against her chest. “Oh Harry,” she calmly said, “I’m not taking a bath with you because I think you’re a baby. I’ve always thought of you as a man and always will no matter what size you are.”

“Thanks for saying that, but then why are we taking a bath together?” You blush as she smiles warmly at you, feeling very bad for being so curt with you. All this shrinking has put you on edge and you hate feeling so helpless. Something tries to surface in the back of your head when you think about how defenseless you are right now, but it quickly recedes back into your mind. Shaking away the stray thoughts, your head rubs against Hermione's chest lightly, making the breasts inside wobble. Now you’re sure of it, there is no bra keeping those puppies secure.

“We are taking a bath together because you are shrinking and at any second you could find yourself not tall enough to keep your head above water. I will not have you drown because you were too stuffy and prim to share a bath with me.”

“Oh,” is the only reply you can think to give. That was a very good reason from Hermione and it made you feel even more foolish. How could you think she was mistreating you? Hermione is only looking out for your wellbeing. You need to trust her more.

Hermione carries you into the bathroom and seats you down next to the sink. You sit there patently; trying not to imagine what was going to happen next. You were just taking a bath with a close friend; there was nothing sexual about it. You remind yourself of that several times, but you quickly lose focus as Hermione shrugs off her robe, leaving herself completely bear in front of you. Her naked body is on display for you, from her long, perfect legs to her bouncing bosom. She twirls around, flashing you her firm rump. Your flabbergasted as you move your eyes up and down her. You’d already seen her furry pussy before, but you checked it out again, finding that it didn’t lose any of it’s charm the second time.

Hermione was a bombshell. she looked better then any of the girls in the Playwizard magazine. You feel humiliated that it took you this long to figure that out. You’ve known Hermione since you were both eleven years old and never though of her as anything but a girl he was friends with. She was a sexy, gorgeous witch that any man would give his right arm to be with. And all it took was slowly shrinking away to nothing to figure it out.

“Hermione, you look…” you begin to say, but she cuts you off by grabbing the baggy bottom of your robe and lifting it up. Your robe was already five times too big for you and it comes over your head effortlessly. Your hands clasp your tiny genitals as Hermione laughs and tosses your clothes over her shoulder.

“So cute!” She loudly coos and lifts you up again. The right side of your body pushes against her breasts again, only theirs no clothes separating your body. She flicks her wand above the empty bathtub, filling it with warm water. As you feel your face heating up from your closeness to her naked form, Hermione lifts your glasses and puts the tiny spectacles down by the sink with her wand. She lifts one long leg up and lowers it down into the warm water. The other leg comes up and enters the water too and then she starts to sit down. The water rippled as her massive form filled it. When the water level reached you, she pressed you against her bosom until she was firmly seated. So, there you are, only a few feet tall, paddling water as your head rests against breasts the size of your skull.

“This is nice,” Hermione lightly comments as she nuzzles your face against her breast. She isn’t just referring to the warm water.. Having your tiny body nestled against her chest is making her heart pound faster and her mouth go dry. She wants to do more then hold you, but controls herself. You’re head sinks against Hermione’s soft boobs, a nipple brushes against the side of your head as Hermione’s hold tightens.

“This is nice,” you echo with a blissful smile. This is an incredibly sexy situation, but you don’t let it ruin the moment, instead you savor the warm water as it cleanses your body. Something sticky must have gotten on to you because you can feel it washing off your body.

“I’m happy,” you begin saying, looking up at Hermione’s huge face, “I’m happy I get to spend this time with you.” When you say this, it isn’t just because right now you think Hermione is the sexiest girl who ever lived, but because she’s one of the people you love the most. She cares for you, looking out for your wellbeing even when you’re a prat. She’s always been there for you and because of that you trusted her completely. You promised yourself, from now on you’re going to do everything Hermione asked and never second guess her. Your best friend now had complete control over you, she could do with you whatever she deemed fit.

“That’s sweet,” she happily says and starts moving her large fingers through your unruly hair. She draws her face closer to you, her lips twisting into a wicked grin. Having you here, the both of you naked, was too much for the horny girl to take. Breathing softly in your ear, she begins speaking, shattering the tranquil moment.