You shrink a lot during the night.

“Wow…” you breathe in a slightly awestruck tone as the events of the last hour played though your head again. You can vaguely recalled overhearing a conversation between Filtch, the Hogwart’s Groundskeeper, and his cat in which Filtch, gazing lecherously after a group of 6th Years had mentioned wanting to find himself, “waist deep in pussy.” The lopsided smile that had dominated your face since Hermione had fallen asleep widened as you imagine Filtch sputtering in jealously that you, Harry Potter, had just found yourself with your arms up to your shoulders literally in the pussy of one of the hottest girls in the school. Of course, the mental image of Filtch’s face, screwed up in anger, is not exactly what you want to think about right now; instead you allow the thought to pass as you bring your focus back to your current surroundings.

“Uh… Hermione,” you try gently as you realize you are completely trapped in the gentle sleeping embrace of your voluptuous and very naked best friend. Laying on her side, Hermione has pulled the back of your head deep into her cleavage with your back pressed tightly against her tight tummy. You find yourself using one breast as an incredibly soft, warm pillow while her other breast lays heavily on the other side of your head. Together, her breasts seem to be doing their best to completely envelope your face, forcing you to time your breaths to coincide with Hermione’s. And of course, nothing about this situation is helping your throbbing hard-on which is doing its best to keep you wiiiiiide awake. “Hermione!” you call louder. A particularly loud snore is the only acknowledgement you receive which, thanks to your ‘bosom buddies’, vibrates down through your entire body.

With a tiny growl of frustration you make a few **** attempts to reach over her arms to your straining dick. This proves fruitless however; you’re already too small. Geeze! How could Hermione have so forgotten your own needs! It must have just slipped her mind. Briefly the image of Hermione falling all over herself apologizing for her transgression brings a brief smile to your lips. A smile quickly erased as Hermione adjusts herself slightly in her sleep; causing one of her arms to brush too lightly and far too fucking briefly against your erection. A grateful moan escapes your lips but almost immediately turns into another frustrated growl. You definitely need more than that! In simple frustration you actually make a few humping motions with your hips. Humping empty air, it turns out, is nothing less than a supreme disappointment.

“Gonna get you,” Hermione coos in her sleep almost too lightly for you to hear, “guess where you’re going…”

“Hermione!” you call anxiously, totally ignoring her sleep spoken words; instead focusing on the promise of waking her and the joys that may bring. “Hermioo—“ your words are cut off as Hermione demonstrates how totally helpless you are against her, even asleep, when her arms tighten across your chest till you can barely breath as she stretches in her sleep. A moment later she relents and goes back to her soft, almost invisible snores. Looks like you just have to put up with it…

Hours pass… your hard-on does not…

You wake with a start. Your entire head is buzzing slightly. You spent the entire night counting bricks in the ceiling (701 for anybody interested) and trying desperately to fall asleep. Now morning finds you having dozed only a few minutes here and there the entire long, long, night. You sit up miserably to wake Hermione with the intention of starting your morning begging to avoid class early. Fucking, amazingly hot Hermione and the glorious tits that robbed you of rest all evening, can attend class while you get some much needed sleep. You’re so focused on your own exhausted body that it actually takes a minute to realize that you’re actually sitting on the bed and not being clutched to Hermione’s heaving chest. You glance at Hermione and your jaw drops.

She’s grown through the night, easily two or three times the size she was when you fell asleep. No, stupid. That doesn’t make any sense. Focus! It isn’t Hermione who’s grown. You’ve shrunk again! It’s so difficult to tell… you’re now, what? 6 inches give or take. You were awake almost the entire night and you still missed it! In a flash you’re on your feet in front of the now massive tummy of your lover from the previous night. Few things have ever been so disheartening as realizing that, with Hermione still on her side; you are no longer capable of seeing over her to the other side. As if sensing your thoughts and trying to fix things, Hermione chooses that moment to turn onto her back; letting her hands casually drop to her stomach as she does so. For the first time since the fun started last night you get a good luck at your best friend/lover/…whatever she counts as to you at this point.

“Wow…” you breath is absolute awe and a brief twinge of déjà vu. Bookworm or not, Hermione obviously takes care of herself beneath those rather shapeless school robes. Your eyes travel up her long shapely legs to the curve of her hips and curly brown hair on her mons.

Using her arms as a sort of ladder you carefully climb up till your standing on her torso. You almost skip over her stomach completely when a sudden growl from directly below your feet immediately grabs your attention. Unable to stop yourself, you drop into a crouch and place your palm flat against the flesh below you. You had given little thought about it as your back was pressed against it all night; now… Now, you find yourself only too aware that you would probably fit inside Hermione’s tummy if she suddenly decided that’s what she wanted. You pull you hand back suddenly as another massive growl echos from deep inside Hermione. ‘Its thinking the same thing,’ you think for just a moment before shaking the thought away as crazy. ‘Let’s just… move on,’ you think as you step forward to the biggest breasts you’ve ever seen.

Well endowed at normal size; at your current size Hermione’s chest little short of breathtaking. Each massive, round orb stands almost as tall on her chest as you do; and either one definitely has you beat in sheer weight. You try to picture the bra needed to restrain such massive tits and realize that you could probably use a single cup as a bathtub at this point. Her nipples, small pink buds in comparison to the rest of her chest, are large enough to fill your hand if you could reach them from where you are.

Not that you don’t try. How could you not?! You practically take a running leap into her left breast; wrapping your arms as wide around the orb as possible. You body sinks into the soft, sweet-smelling tit flesh. Your arms don’t even come close to reach half way around. And your cock finds the stimulus it’s been searching for over the past 8 hours as you grind it into the yielding flesh. You could die right now and do so a happy man.

As if to prove you wrong another set of breasts floats up into your mind. Cho’s breasts. As glorious as your time with Hermione is; if you really are going to die… don’t you want as few regrets as possible? Sure! Another thought springs to your mind. The image of Cho Chang cooing excitedly as her fingers reach for your tiny body. You’ve had the hots for the Asian goddess since the moment you got to Hogwarts. And the thought of being held by Cho; petted by Cho; rubbed by Cho; kissed by Cho; stroked by Cho… is almost too good to ignore.

A sudden giggle wakes you from your motor boating of Hermione’s breast. “Well good morning to you too,” she says sleepily from somewhere beyond the hills your currently worshiping. “I guess you slept well…” she continues only to trail off as she gets a sense of your current size.

“Uh… hi Hermione,” you reply sheepishly as you step as casually as you can into the valley between her breasts. You feel yourself blushing as her eyes roam wildly over your naked body.

“Perfect,” she breaths throatily to herself.

“Huh? Perfect what?” you ask, suddenly curious.

“Oh!” Hermione says in surprise as if noticing that you’re listening for the first time, “uh… perfect that you’re awake and… uh… not hurt by me in the middle of the night. Yeah… that’s it.”

That hardly seems right but before you can question her further she beats you to the punch.

“So, I guess you’ll want to stay locked away up here again today while I **** away doing both of our classes, right?” Despite her words there’s a strange tone to Hermione’s question. She almost sounds hopeful.

“Actually,” you begin slowly as you search for the right words, “I’ve been thinking about it and I thought you might help me with something.”

The ground beneath you quakes as Hermione give a knowing giggle; the motion causing her breasts to jiggle and sway on her chest so invitingly that you almost lose your train of thought.

“I did kinda forget about you, huh?” she says with an evil grin as her eyes dart down to your throbbing dick. “I’ll let you do better this evening,” she finishes.

“Uh… yeah,” you reply sheepishly again before you remember your actual question, “that is, uh, no actually. What I wanted to know is: can you sort of, let Cho find me for a little while?”

For just a moment you aren’t sure if Hermione even heard you as she simply stares at you. But in a flash her smile disappears. “Cho,” she say coolly, “the Asian bi—girl from Ravenclaw.” It’s a statement more than a question. An accusation.

Quickly you wrack your brain looking for just the right thing to say before give a mental shrug when nothing presents itself, “yeah?”

“I see,” she says even more coolly as her eyes narrow. You can see something happening behind her eyes but you haven’t the foggiest what it is. Finally Hermione opens her mouth and tells you…