Up the ass for you.

“Sorry mate,” Ron says with a shrug as he lowers you down, “but she never lets me near her rump usually.” You watch helplessly as the massive curves of Hermione’s ass sweep past and above you. Dropping quickly into view is her pussy, bigger and, if possible, fuzzier than before. The steaming orifice almost killed you once and it seems even more powerful now at your diminished size.

For a moment you can hear Malfoy’s drawling voice, “What’s the matter, Potter? Not man enough for a little pussy?” But there’s nothing little about the swollen lips drawing ever closer to you. The last time, it had been a tight fit and even then, your feet had still poked out of Hermione like some exotic tampon string. Hermione’s fingers appear, grazing along the slit lovingly before she pushes her labia apart, revealing the glistening pink interior that awaits you. No part of you will be safe this time, you realize, you’re small enough for Hermione’s sex to swallow two or three people your size… and it just wants you.

“Whoa, easy there,” Ron says with a laugh as you begin struggling harder than ever before in his fist. Held securely, you realize that Ron could crush you with very little effort, but he seems more concerned with breaking the ‘one of a kind’ toy that you’ve been dubbed. Instead of tightening his hold, he lessens it, letting his fist form less of a vice and more of a five fingered cage as he ushers you even faster towards Hermione’s waiting slit.

Given a bit more room, you begin to scramble. Nothing resembling a plan enters your mind, instead, you have one objective: escape. The air grows thicker as you draw closer to Hermione’s pussy, and you can feel the warmth radiating onto your back, urging you to find escape all the quicker. Finally you see your opening as Ron’s thumb moves and you make a **** leap from his clutched fingers onto his wrist. A thick wet slurp from directly behind signals Ron’s fingers making contact with her waiting sex.

Hermione lets out a pleased moan, only muffling it by biting her lip as she watches the scene between her legs. “Hurry,” she pants as Ron tries to adjust to your momentary escape. Not that you intend to give him the chance; his arm stretches out ahead of you and you’re going to climb up it and punch your bestest bud right in the jaw.

Steeling your legs, you make another frantic leap, feeling something heavy and very wet envelop your foot a split second before you jump. You land awkwardly on his arm and end up scrambling to hold onto whatever tiny red arm hairs you can reach. A quick glance confirms Ron’s plans as he rubs his palm and then wrist against Hermione’s eager pussy; he’s going to simply scrape you off into his girlfriend. Hardly dignified, but the flushed expression on Hermione’s face says that she doesn’t care how, so long as you end up where she wants you.

And that look is all the encouragement you need. Quickly you start to climb up Ron’s arm, moving on all fours as you single slick foot keeps jumping out from under you. You no sooner reach Ron’s elbow, and begin wondering how you’re going to climb his more vertical upper arm, when two giant fingers pluck you up into the air again.

Breathing heavily, you find yourself suspended in front of Ron’s face. He almost looks sympathetic as she smiles at you. “Nice work, mate. You’re almost as good as the real Harry.”

“I hate you,” you mutter darkly.

“And it’s pretty obvious that you don’t want to go into her pussy,” he says with a resigned shrug. “Hey ‘Mione?” He looks past you to his still panting lover and for just a moment you dare to hope that he may decide to let you sit this round out. “Mind if he gets your ass instead?”

“Just put him inside me,” Hermione snaps with an edge of desperation in her tone, “Now, Ron!”

Ignoring your newest howls of outrage, your best friend turns you to face your newest prison: Hermione’s round, curvy ass. Poised on her hands and knees with her butt in the air, she presents you with more of a view than you really want. The round swells of her ass cheeks seem to draw your eyes across her glowing, healthy skin toward the inviting crevice between them.

A few days ago, this would have been Heaven. A little awkward perhaps considering who’s ass it belonged to, but still an amazing sight that you would gloat about to Ron for the rest of your life. Now… now you may still be able to do that, but only because you don’t expect to live very long once you’ve been shoved inside.

Like parting the curtain so that the real show can begin, Ron sets his free hand against one round cheek and pushes it lightly aside. Immediately you catch sight of your destination: Hermione’s tightly puckered asshole. Wasting little time, the wrinkled sphincter looms up at you as Ron moves you closer. Desperation begins clawing at you again and you try to struggle free. Unable to find any leverage between Ron’s fingers, you hear your buddy chuckle at your latest pathetic attempts. And with each second, Hermione’s ass looms even larger.

You squeak in panic as you start to pass between the massive globes of fatty flesh that forms her butt cheeks. Yes, you, Harry Potter, squeaked; nothing else matters now. As if hypnotized, you can’t seem to drag your eyes off the brown pucker. Every line of every wrinkle seems to sear itself onto your brain as you draw still closer. Finally you stop, close enough for you to reach out and touch the tight muscle. You can even make out a few tiny, fine hairs.

As if sensing your presence, the pucker suddenly pushes outwards towards you, eager to feel you in it’s grasp. “Do it, Ron,” Hermione breathes; her voice barely a whisper.

With a casual flick of a free finger, Ron obliges, pushing the single thick digit into the center of her sphincter and guiding your feet in with it. Immediately his finger withdraws past your feet. For just an instant, you’re so awestruck watching your legs lead into someone’s ass that you don’t think to yank your feet free until after her hole irises closed around them. Recovering quickly, you give your feet a yank only to feel the sphincter tighten around your ankles. It’s too late, you’re trapped. Even if Ron released you right now, you’d be completely powerless to prevent her firm, round ass cheeks from flowing in and enveloping you completely.

“Yes!” Hermione gasps in obvious excitement. You can no longer see her face, but you can picture it; her eyes closed and her face upturned in the type of bliss she usually reserved for acing some difficult test. “I… I can feel him. God he feels amazing, Ron.”

Again her anus puckers outwards, pushing you along with it and for just an instant, you see a hint of glistening pink around your legs before the muscle contracts again; drawing you deeper. You realize, with horror, that you are now up to your knees inside Hermione’s tight asshole. No… She’s capable of swallowing you with her ass? How the fuck do you even learn a skill like that?! Again and again you try to yank your legs free as you begin to realize just how swelteringly hot and moist the inside of her ass is.

Again, Hermione puckers her sphincter towards you and this time you feel Ron give your back a gentle push so that when her ass relaxes again, you find yourself up to your waist inside her anus. Hot, slick walls seem to grip and rub your legs from every direction and Hermione gasps delightedly every time you try to move. You push your hands out, feeling them sink into the spongy wrinkled flesh all around you; but your shoves only push Hermione closer to orgasm. Each time you struggle you can hear her gasps reaching a higher pitch.

Looking around in desperation, you realize your best chance is to wait for her to pucker her asshole again and to try to jump free then. With that in mind, you look down; waiting as the wrinkled muscle grips you uncomfortably around your waist.

It doesn’t come though. Before Hermione can decide give you another tug, a thick Weasley thumb plants itself on top of your head and begins pushing. “Noo!” you howl as the sphincter works its way up your chest and around your shoulders. “Let her do it, let her do i—“ Your words are cut off as the wrinkled muscle finally reaches your face. Immediately your mouth fills with rubbery, wrinkled flesh as the rest of your body is embraced by the hot, slimy confines of Hermione’s ass.

This time you’re ready when Ron’s finger suddenly withdraws. You don’t even take a moment to get your bearings. The moment you see the flash of light as her sphincter squeezes closed and you dive for it. You manage to shove your head and a single arm through before her asshole closes around you, holding you tightly.

“Oops,” Ron chuckles as you watches you squirm to free more of yourself. Somewhere behind you, Hermione moans even more loudly. “Now listen mate,” he says as he rears up, “I realize you’re eager to jump down her throat and all…” Your nightmare returns to a fever pitch as his massive erection suddenly rises back into view, pointing directly at you. “…but we’re not done with you. So either you pop back inside there and get her off; OR, I’m gonna help push you back inside there.” He wags his throbbing cock back and forth at you, leaving little doubt how he intends to ‘push.’ Your mouth gapes open as you try to run this impossible scenario through your head.