You continue being squeezed. Yah!

Hermione's rectum constantly contracted and expanded.

It was a struggle to keep moving forward. Every so often, Ron would make a particularly powerful thrust. Hermione's innards would rearrange to accommodate. Harry would be squished from all sides.

Every time this happened, Harry would be winded. He squeaked in fear and Hermione's anal juice was **** into his mouth. It tasted bitter, but spicy.

All around, Harry heard moans and groans, squelches and squeals... Surprisingly, the smell was only musty, like the smell of sweat and sex.

He felt his way forward. It was like a rollercoaster. Up, down, up, down, squish, squish, up down...

He felt something different... a knot of muscle? It was her anus! He had made it!

Harry pushed at the sphincter, but it didn't budge. He flicked it, smacked it, punched it...all while being abused by his environment, fighting to stay in one place.

Harry threw his entire tiny body at the knot of muscle, and finally broke through.

"Ah!" screamed Hermione, as she felt something odd in her backside, "H-he's ge-... He's getting out R-Ron!" She moaned.

Ron just grunted.

"Ron! He's escaping! Do something!"

Harry finally managed to **** his face out into fresh air, he was almost out! He just needed to get his shoulders through and he would-

... Wait... everything had stopped.

Had they stopped fucking? Had Hermione felt him?

He couldn't see well without his glasses, but from the distant haze, Harry made out something large and pink coming towards him.

The pink thing smashed into his face. He tried to scream, but just got a mouthful of slime from the object.

It **** him back into Hermione's anus.

Once he was popped back inside, and got his bearings, Harry could see the pink, slimy thing better...