Some good, old fashioned, make-up sex!

“Ever since I saw your tiny body I’ve been dying to do this. Lets have a little bit of fun right now,” Hermione huskily moans as she pulls open her robe. The article of cloth is tossed away carelessly and you openly gaze lewdly at Hermione’s naked form. You’re still kicking yourself for never noticing how sexy your best friend is. How could you have missed her smooth, velvety skin, large, firm breasts or sexy figure? It was like until tonight you’ve never seen the real Hermione. Well then, that just meant that you needed to get acquainted with Hermione’s body personally.

“Soooo cute. How about a kiss.” The soft hum of Hermione’s voice makes you gulp. You never expected a bookworm like Hermione could sound so sexy. Crawling back onto the bed on her hands and knees, you get a good look at her dangling breasts as she slowly crawls towards you. You gaze at her low dangling bosom, wanting to feel those large, soft orbs against your small body again. With all the sly grace of a mountain cat stalking its prey, Hermione forces you to lie back as she crawls over your body. You feel her hot breath moving up you as she advances, stopping as her huge face is directly above yours. You stare into her huge red, panting face, seeing her lustful eyes center on you.

Up close, Hermione’s size is incredible. Her head is more then twice the size of yours. If she wanted to, she could probably wrap her lips around most of your face. You wonder how you can possibly share a kiss with this Amazon when Hermione leans down, planting an open mouth kiss on the bottom of your face. Her soft, warm lips cover everything from your chin to your nose, leaving you to stare into her noses as she sucks the bottom of your face. Low moans escape Hermione as she slowly inhales half your face, while all you can do is take it and try to keep on breathing. All you can smell is Hermione's minty breath with your nose under her top lip. Remaining still, you start to wonder when Hermione’s going to finish. Feeling her lips on your face was nice, but it felt like half your face was caught in a vacuum cleaner. Not exactly a romantic kiss. You open your mouth to tell Hermione to stop, but before you can say anything, something squishy and wet pushes past your lips and fills your whole mouth. Gagging, the spongy object squirms inside your tiny mouth, making your cheeks bulge and forcing wet juices down your throat.

Oh God, Hermione’s French kissing me, you think in horror as you realize the thing in your mouth is Hermione’s tongue. Your mouth stretches to the point of pain as Hermione literally shoves her tongue down your throat. The slippery worm like tongue squirms inside your mouth, filling your jaw completely. Losing oxygen fast, your eyes roll into the back of your head as you begin blacking out. **** by tonguing, didn’t see that one coming.

Before you fade out, the tongue recedes and Hermione breaks her kiss. She pulls your face away from her mouth, saliva running down half your face and you looking a shade paler. You cough up Hermione’s saliva as she stares at you, finding your coughing fit to be adorable. Before you can start complaining or ask Hermione what the hell she was thinking, you’re on the move again. Hermione lifts you down her form, not in the mood to talk with you right now. She wants something else and she tells you without words by placing you between her thighs. Her legs spread like walls of flesh, leaving your barely two foot body enough room to move about and reach a certain area. You eye is carefully, Hermione’s vagina. Her cunt. Her pussy. Whatever you want to call it. Someone had **** you against one of these earlier today and earlier this evening you had been used to clean this very orifice. You stare at it now, like it’s the first time ever seeing it.

“Come on Harry! Fuck me!” Hermione is practically shaking as she stares wide eyed down at you. Her hips thrust up, forcing her furry twat up. The mounds tremble, dripping with her arousal and slightly puffy. Even a virtual virgin like you knows Hermione is horny as hell and you share her feelings. Even after being manhandled and nearly choked on tongue, your have a hard-on. You never expected your first time to be with your best friend, but you can’t complain. If you’ve learned anything since you started shrinking it has been that Hermione is a seductive, naughty witch that can have a good time.

Pulling yourself up to your knees, both your hands rest on Hermione’s thighs as you position yourself at her slit. Your slightly clumsy, unable to get it properly positioned, but eventually the head of your manhood is poking directly between the lips of Hermione’s sex. You take a breath to prepare yourself, psyching yourself up for this, when Hermione speaks up. “What are you doing?”

You look up, past the large swelling mountains that are Hermione’s breasts to the girl’s face. Hermione is wearing an expression of impatience and frustration. Wanting to rid her of any problems, you answer honestly, “I’m about to fuck you.” It feels weird saying that, especially when Hermione gives an exasperated sigh at your answer.

“With your cock?” You nod slowly, not getting what Hermione’s difficulty was. She stares down at you, looking like she can’t believe what your doing. Staring dumbstruck at Hermione, she explains slowly, like she would to a child. “Harry, while I’m sure your cock could please any girl at normal size, but right now you’re not half your height and your cock, well, my pinkies bigger then it. I want you to use your body to please me. I want to feel my cunt rub and push against the tiny form of the Boy-That-Lived. That’s what I want, to see you squirm and penetrate me with your small body. Your cocks just too small, I’d never feel it.”

“Oh,” you distantly mumble, feeling a strange mix of pride and humiliation. Hermione wants you badly, which makes you feel like a man, but she also thinks your manhood is puny. You decide to ignore these feelings completely and get to work. You’ll show Hermione that tiny or not, Harry Potter can please the ladies. Never mind that you’ve never so much as gotten to second base until today. That was irrelevant.

“Ready or not here I come,” you try to growl, but end up squeaking out what your saying instead. Quickly pulling yourself down towards Hermione’s pussy, you take a look at the furry mounds. Closely inspecting the female sex, which you know next to nothing about. You gingerly reach out, pulling the lips apart to reveal the glistening interior. You breathe in the musky, full aroma of Hermione’s cunt. The scent makes your erection throb and you idly rub your crotch into the mattress as you lean in.

You stare at the entrance of Hermione’s vagina, a narrow tunnel nearly the size of your head. A few more inches and most likely you could cram your skull into there if you tried. A shudder rips through your body. Your face was crushed into a sex much like that one and your skull was nearly **** inside. The memory still wafts through your mind and you slightly back up. You don’t want your face so close to the tiny tunnel.

“Harry.” The passionate hum in Hermione’s voice is lost; instead, there is an angry, impatience that makes you quickly act. Unwilling to bring your face to the spread sex, you pull your arm back and then reach in, sinking your arm into the embrace of Hermione’s pussy. A soft moan escapes Hermione as your hand disappears into her heated deaths, followed by more of your arm. Without knowing it, you’ve slipped your arm past your elbow into Hermione. All the juices make it so easily and your find lots of room inside the slippery tunnel. Hermione’s breath deepens as you fumble wiggle your arm inside of her, rubbing your hands against the creased walls and sends transparent juices flowing out. Hermione sighed in delight as you curiously twisted and slid your fingers inside the pleasantly warm and velvety crevice. She’s enjoying having your hand inside her, but it’s not enough. Just as your getting used to the furnace like heat of Hermione’s body, her voice rises up in a low, groan.

“More. I need more.”

Simple request. After all, you have another arm. Aligning your open hand against your embedded arm, you slide it in slowly, feeling the tight walls of Hermione’s sex resist the extra intruder. Her insides pulsed around your arms as you slide the second one in. It so much tighter, harder to move forward, but you do anyway. Hermione’s moans are getting louder, shaking her whole body as she watches your arms disappear into her.

“Thrust them in Harry! Thrust them both in!” She squeals. Her eyes are wide with excitement as she watches someone thrust into her with both of their arms. Feeling those tiny limbs moving around inside her is such a thrill. How much more exciting will it be when more then just your arms can fit inside her.

You watch Hermione’s cunt attentively, seeing her lips push out when you pull your arms out. Your thrusts become stronger and quicker, slowly pushing more of your arms into the gapping opening. You’re nearly up to your shoulders now, causing your face to push against the top of Hermione’s cunt. During a brutal stroke, your face mashes into the top of Hermione’s sex, rubbing a hidden nub the size of your nose under a hood of flesh. Hermione nearly threw you off as she lets out a loud shriek.

“Fuck Yah! Do that again! Touch my clit!” You grunt at the sound of Hermione’s shriek, not sure what a clit was, but willing to take a guess that it was the nub you’d brushed against moments earlier. Pumping and twisting your arms inside Hermione, you lean your head in and open your mouth wide. Hermione’s clit fits perfectly inside your mouth and you begin licking and sucking on Hermione’s joy button.

Loud, moans grow with intensity from Hermione as you fuck her with both arms and suckle her clit. She grips the bed sheets with her fingers, trying desperately to keep from bucking and throwing you off. Her pants grow louder as you put your all into it, tending to her clit lovingly with your tongue while never breaking the thrusts of your arms. Without warning, Hermione lets out an ear-piercing shriek and the velvety interior of her sex becomes iron hard. Her whole cunt grips down on your arms, making your break away from licking her clit to cry out in pain. It feels like your arms are in a throbbing vice that won’t let you pull out. Juices start discharging from Hermione, coming out in waves directly on your face. You sputter as gallon after gallon pour out, getting into your hair and mouth until your whole face is soaked. It doesn’t stop for another minute at which time the grip on your arm lets go and you pull your arms free. Juices cover your sore arms, now red from being crushed inside Hermione. Rubbing your arms to get feeling back into them, you let out a surprised gasp as two arms pluck you up. Once more your carried up Hermione’s body, only now a thin layer of sweat covers her whole body. You stop at Hermione’s face, looking directly into her toothy grin. She’s positively aglow and still winded from the orgasm you delivered to her. Pulling you close, she gives you a hug.

“Harry, that was amazing! That was even better then the bathtub! You really impressed me!” Hermione’s hug tightens as you lay check to cheek with her.

“I strive to please,” you bashfully chuckle. Hermione’s praise makes you feel pretty big right now. Maybe now Hermione won’t think your prick is too small to please her.

“I’ve never come so hard!” Hermione squeals and you soak it in. This is the best moment you’ve had since you started shrinking. Hell, this might be one of the best moments of your life. You’ve managed to please someone twice your size, a task you never thought you’d mange to do at full size. You feel like a real super star now. Forget being the Boy-Who-Lived, now you can go by the Boy-Who-Made-Her-Come. All your worries of feeling puny and helpless wash away. If you can please a woman, you’re all man.

“So good,” Hermione sighs, her eyes starting to droop as her body comes down from her incredible orgasm. Yawning, she cuddles up to you, holding you tightly to her body with one hand and reaching for her blanket with the other. Pulling the blanket up, Hermione wraps herself in the sheet and starts to drift off. She mumbles one last thing before she’s sound asleep.

“Can’t wait until you’re smaller. Real fun can start then.”

“What?” You mumble in alarm. Squirming in Hermione’s grip, you try to turn and look at her, but find her hold too tight. She’s got you trapped and she isn’t even awake. Trying to squirm free for another few minutes, you give up, ready to spend the night held against Hermione’s body. Sleep doesn’t come to you quickly like Hermione, a lot of things keep you from drifting off. Your worries about who violated you, fears of shrinking further, confusion about Hermione’s final words and most of all, the ragging erection that you can’t reach. You had been so preoccupied with Hermione, you had forgotten about yourself. You’re a bundle of hormones with nowhere to go. Sighing loudly, you close your eyes and try to sleep, feeling that you’ll need your rest for tomorrow. Today was rough and tomorrow might not be any better. You only hope that the shrinking really is slowing down because if you continue at the rate your going, Hermione will be getting her wish for the real fun to start.