Hermione retrieves you from inside her

The door to the third floor girl’s washroom slammed opened as Hermione raced in. A hundred thoughts about what could have happened to her pussy prisoner raced through her mind as she continued to feel no sign of movement inside her hot sex. She was panicking, but she retained enough discipline to check if there was anyone using the washroom right now. She quickly looked around, checking under all the stalls and saw no feet. She was alone, which was good because she really didn’t want anyone seeing what she was about to do.

Casting a quick door-sealing spell on the exit to the washroom, Hermione stepped in front of the wall mirror and lifted up her robe. The sight of her soggy pussy made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. Her pubic hair was matted together by her juices and her labium was puffy. It was horrifying for the perfect Hogwart’s student to know she had been walking around like that. Promising herself to never go out of her dorm room without panties again, Hermione slipped to fingers into herself and started searching for Harry Potter.

“Where in Merlin’s name are you?” Hermione moaned as her fingers pushed deep into her wet cunt. You had barely fit inside her this morning and now you had seemingly disappeared. Hermione started worrying that maybe she couldn’t feel you because you were no longer inside her, when her fingers brushed against the soles of your tiny feet. Grinning, Hermione grabbed your ankles and pulled you out, moaning in pleasure as she removed you from deep inside her. You had gone far into her, Hermione had nearly had to shove her fingers up to her knuckles to grab you. Laying you down in her Palm, Hermione quickly checked you over. Once her fear vanished when she saw you were breathing, she started to relax and stared at you with glee.

You were smaller then a doll now, barely as long as her index finger. Seeing you in such a tiny state sent a shiver running down Hermione’s spine. You were helpless in this state; you’d be unable to get off her bed if she left you there. She could put you in her panty drawer and you would be trapped there. She could do anything she wanted, now that she could fit you in her hand. She was in complete control of you and that thought made her feel so, so horny. Maybe she shouldn’t have dismissed Ron’s advances so quickly earlier. She could really use some Weasley loving.

“Cough! Cough! Cough!”

Gasping for air, thick, mucus like liquid sprays out from your lips. Fresh air fills your lungs and it feels amazing. You just lie there for a minute, enjoying air that doesn’t reek of Hermione’s cunt. Merlin, you can’t believe you nearly drowned inside your best friend. How fucked up is that?

Forget about your nightmares about Dementors, Voldemort and the night your parents die; Hermione’s pussy crushing down on you while your submerged in a raging river of her cum was now your top nightmare. It had been horrible, frightening, painful and in the most utterly messed up way, incredible erotic. In the same way that you had imagined being inside Hermione’s stomach exciting, her pussy had been the same way. You had found the idea fascinatingly erotic, but you hadn’t wanted Hermione to swallow you, just like now you don’t want Hermione to put you back into her hungry twat. Being crushed inside your best friend’s runny pussy should always be a once in a lifetime thing.

“Looks who’s waking up. Enjoy your spelunking, Harry?” Hermione asks you lightly, not understanding at all what you went through. You cough up the last of Hermione’s cum from your lungs and sit up. You see where you’re sitting right away and the shock nearly throws you back. You’ve shrunken again. No wonder you went so far into Hermione, you had probably been shrinking ever since she inserted you. The fact that you were smaller was most likely the reason you didn’t break anything when Hermione pussy clamped down on you. You should be grateful for that, but right now, you’d gladly have a broken rib rather then half your height.

“Oh Harry, don’t start getting depressed,” Hermione commented as you went into your funk. She looked at you affectionately at you, trying to make you happy again. But you weren’t in the mood for it. You were sick of shrinking, sick of being helpless and most of all, sick of being a sex toy for Hermione. It had been fun when you were up to her waist, but now you just reached past her ankle.

“Leave me alone.” You didn’t want to have any more sexy experiences with Hermione, all you wanted was to be alone and contemplate your fate. You looked away from Hermione and crossed your arms over your chest, which was a big mistake.

Two giant pillars pinched around your waist and lifted you up. There wasn’t enough time to scream before you were brought before Hermione’s huge, unhappy face. Her eyes narrowed on you like an overworked mother looking at a disobedient child. Under her hard gaze, you felt even smaller and fear started to creep into you. “I’ve been trying to not only keep you safe, but also keep you happy and now your throwing it in my face! What’s wrong, now that a woman’s in charge you aren’t having fun? Was it only fun when you thought you were in complete control of the situation? This is so typical, a guy loves to mess around until a woman has power, and then he sulks off to fantasize about dumb bimbos without brains.”

“Hermione, it’s not…” You try to explain but Hermione spins around sharply, nearly throwing you from her hand. Grabbing her thick fingers as tightly as you can, you stare at Hermione warily. She sometimes goes into these rants about dumb males and you usually deal with it by giving her space. This time, there was no walking away. You needed to diffuse Hermione before she tossed you into the wall in a blind rage.

“I mean honestly, I care for you, protect you and what do I get, disrespect. I’ll tell you what, if I wasn’t muggle-born I bet you’d treat me better. That’s why you want to be with Cho or Ginny, pure bloods sticking together, right?” You want to point out that you’re a half-blood, but Hermione isn’t listening. She thinks she is taking great care of you and that your attitude is the problem. Hermione would calm down if you could tell her that you think her games are getting to rough and you fear for your safety, but she won’t hear it. Hermione thinks your being trouble and she’s ready. She’s a prefect, the top of her class and maybe the brightest witch in the wizarding world, she believes she knows best.

“Hermione, stop this,” you quickly tell her as she’s between breathes from ranting. Her eyes go back on you and it sinks in that you should have shut up. Hermione brings her big finger towards you and pokes it right into your tiny chest. Her tiny prod is like a punch to you and all the breath is **** out of your lungs. Her booming voice rattles your head as she tells you want your problem is.

“You can’t take care of yourself therefore I’m making all the decisions for you from now on. I’m deciding where you go and what you do and everything about your life until you are fixed. You need me Harry and if you’re going to be stubborn I’ll **** you. But don’t worry, once you get fixed you’ll realize that we had a load of fun.” Hermione really meant that she would have a load of fun, but she figured that as her friend you’d enjoy seeing her happy.

Whimpering, you realize that you don’t have any choice. Either the power of friendship over comes the massive power trip Hermione is on or your stuck with her until you either disappear or she kills you. You’d like to believe friendship can beat everything, but after Hermione let on fuck her with you, friendship is seeming pretty weak. You just have to hope that Hermione doesn’t take this any further. At that point, she opened her mouth and threw you in like a piece of candy.

“Holy Crap!” You scream right before doing a face plant on the spongy surface of Hermione’s tongue. She didn’t toss you in all the way, your feet are hanging over her teeth just touching her bottom lip. The tongue shifts under you, lifting you up and pulling your feet into the hot, sticky mouth. Your fingers sink into the sides of the tongue, getting no grip from the spongy, wet muscle. The light suddenly goes out as Hermione closes her lips. You lie there waiting, wondering if Hermione is really going to swallow you. Digestion seemed like a steep price to pay for not cooperating with her.

The mouth shakes, jerking you from side to side, as you lay with your arms and legs spread on the giant tongue. Saliva splashes against your face and body, mixing with the cum already all over you. Honestly, couldn’t Hermione have washed you up before popping you into her mouth? You couldn’t possibly taste very good.

You start squirming around as the shaking continues, mostly to turn yourself around. You’ve been staring at the back of Hermione’s throat since she threw you in and the sight of the looming drop frightens the hell out of you. You could slid down that impending hole with a single drop, joining whatever food Hermione had last eaten in her steaming belly. This morning you had fantasized about being swallowed, but having to do it was a completely different thing. You didn’t want to be eaten by anyone. Trying to crawl under Hermione’s tongue, the ground rises again underneath you and the teeth part, briefly illuminating the dark maw.

“Oap oving.” Hermione says and your ears pop at the booming roar of her voice. She is trying to say ‘stop moving’, which you’ll gladly do now if only she not try to speak again. You had caught a glimpse outside Hermione’s mouth and had not seen the woman’s washroom but one of Hogwart’s hallways. All that shaking was Hermione walking.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask softly, afraid to raise your voice and get a response. There must not be any pockets in Hermione’s robe for her to be putting you in her mouth. Traveling in Hermione’s mouth was not much of an improving from traveling in her twat. You no longer have to worry about drowning or being crushed, but now you get to worry about being swallowed. Not much of an upgrading.

But you still had to wonder where she was taking you. Was she going back to her room or taking you somewhere else? Wherever it is, you hope it’s close by because you want out of Hermione’s mouth fast before an accident happens and you’re added to Hermione’s breakfast.