“Shit!” gasped Harry as he looked around inside Hermione’s dorm room.

He couldn’t believe how unbelievably stupid he was. Earlier in class yesterday Professor McGonagall had been teaching them a new convenient kind of spell. It was a spell to shrink inanimate objects such as books and other magical equipment to pocket-sized. Harry was proud to say that he had mastered the art of shrinking objects within the space of a single period. It was a lot more fun than the spell they had done in their second year which was transforming animals into inanimate objects. He couldn’t wait to show his snobbish, nerdy friend Hermione who always prided herself on being the smartest, the most studious and the one who always prided herself as knowing the most spells than everyone else. Now that he was in his 6th senior year, he couldn’t wait to rub it in her face that he had mastered a spell that she couldn’t do. Using the invisibility cloak, he had got in his first year he had snuck into the Gryffindor girl’s dorm room early this morning, waiting to surprise her.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t taken into account that the spell could shrink living organisms as well. As he was just playing around, trying to shrink random objects in the Gryffindor girl’s dormitory, the spell had rebounded off her mirror and accidentally shrunk himself to only a few centimetres tall. Now he was completely naked, standing in a pile of his now enormously large clothes and pissing himself in fear.      

For a girl’s room, the Gryffindor’s girl’s dorm room was extremely messy and scattered, with books, potions, clothes, and magical equipment everywhere in messy scattered piles. Beds circled the perimeter of the pentagonal-shaped grey stone-walled dorm room in an almost symmetrical fashion, with long hanging blood-red draped curtains dripping down from the overhanging bed roofs.  Even her individual bed was completely mangled with the bedsheets and quilt half hanging outwards onto the floor. It would be extremely hard for Hermione to find a bug-sized person in all this mess with the mirror conveniently located right in front of her bed.

And then in walked Hermione.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Harry’s world started violently shaking as he saw her bare feet thump into the room with each step creating a miniature earthquake every time she took a step.  He watched as she stood in front of the mirror checking herself out with her bare feet just millimetres in front of him, shivering as he saw her flex and wiggle her long pinkish-white toes which were more than twice his size with long razor-sharp toenails that could decapitate him in one swipe with them emanating a slight salty vinegary smell that made his nose slightly crinkle in disgust.

“Damn I have a fine-looking body” she smirked as she posed in front of the mirror, posing with her hands on her hips in her pink robe covering just her white linen panties and a bra. “I wonder if Ron and Harry are up for a threesome!” she giggled.

Harry’s eyebrows raised in surprise at the suggestion. He hadn’t realised that she was such a fucking slut.

“Well, I guess I better get changed into my school robes,” she said to herself, removing her pink bathrobe and dropping it to the floor, revealing herself in just panties and a bra, over those very nice tits.

 Harry snapped out of his trance and pulled out his wand, trying to get her attention by sending sparks out of the tip of his wand. Unfortunately, in his panicked state, he did the next stupid thing.

He accidentally uttered a teleportation spell and it backfired on him, resulting in him becoming teleported to the one place he had never wanted to be in a million years.

Hanging off Hermione’s fucking underwear.

“What the fuck?” growled Hermione. “Why is my underwear so itchy all of a sudden.”

“Hermione no!” Harry screamed as he saw her fingers reaching behind her to readjust her underwear without her even looking back. Her fingers tugged at the thin white linen panties, resulting in him being swung violently from side to side as his fingers turned bone white, clutching onto the rim of the waistband of her panties. As the G-string lining of her panties slid out of her butt crack, the jostling caused the upper half of his body to be flung over the rim, resulting in him staring into her naked white ass.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” gasped Harry.

Out of all the worst places to land in, it was just his luck that he had landed in the worst section of the panties, specifically in the area where the G-String slid nice and tight in between her butt cheeks. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her fingers clutching and shifting upwards.

She was putting her underwear back on.

“No! No! No!” screamed Harry.

Terrified out of his wits, he looked up to see two huge moon-sized white mounds with a goddess-sized valley symmetrical crack cutting right through them. And then that’s when he saw hell itself, her puckered asshole staring right back at him.

Given the fact that Harry was a skilled Quidditch player who knew exactly how to dodge the Bludgers while hovering mid-air on a broom, his player’s instinct kicked in. Heaving himself off the inside of her panties just in the nick of time, he breathed a sigh of relief as she slid her underwear back on without him on the inside. He shuttered to himself as he didn’t want to contemplate what would happen if he had still been stuck on the inside.   

Harry’s heart was pounding with a terror he had never known in his entire life.  For his entire life he had imagined himself as the Chosen One, the boy who had been destined to defeat Voldemort. But now he was pathetically clutching off the undergarments of his close childhood friend Hermione as she readjusted herself with her underwear. Already he had seen some ungodly sights such as her nice round white naked buttocks as she slid her thin white panties over them. With embarrassment he felt his cock becoming hard and erect, he knew Ron would kill him if he knew he was attracted to her.

Unfortunately, being on the outside of her panties did not stop him from experiencing the next disgusting thing that happened next.

 THPPTPHTPHPHHPH…. BLAAARP!!!

Hermione’s butt cheeks jiggled before her anus puckered and a huge blast of hot air rushed out, slightly inflating her panties. Suddenly Harry smelt a rotting smell of ammonia, rotten eggs, and sulphur wafting all over him. The smell was so bad he felt like he was going to vomit and pass out, his eyes watering by the sheer disgust that his body was hyperventilating through.

“Ewwwww…. yuck!” Hermione giggled as she ripped an early morning fart she had been holding in all morning, thank God no one was here to smell it or so she thought. She could feel a column of shit slowly working its way through her large intestine into her rectum with it beginning to build up. She wrinkled her nose as the stink of the fart reached her nose.

“I really need to take a shit….” she sighed. Suddenly her stomach growled loudly.

“I think I will take a dump after breakfast. Thank God Harry and Ron aren’t here for this” she snickered as she felt another build-up of gas in her rectum.

  BLAAARP!!! Another wave of hot gas erupted from her anus, causing her whole ass to vibrate with the fat on her ass cheeks jiggling a bit.

“Ahh that felt good!” she sighed. “Now where is my school robe?”

While Harry continued pathetically clutching onto the elastic waistband of Hermione’s white panties with his arms being wracked with pain and his hands turning bone white, he was soon greeted by a wall of pink fluffy fabric slowly barrelling downwards onto the floor right near Hermione’s bare feet in a crumbled heap. With the rough jostling of her ass cheeks vibrating while her bare feet stomped around with a soft wet thump towards her bed away from the mirror and the blur of the girl’s Gryffindor’s dorm room whizzing past him he soon realised that she had taken her sleeping robe off which could only mean one thing.

She was dressing up.

“Oh fuck!” shrieked Harry as he saw the envelope of Hermione’s black Hogwarts school skirt working its way around her naked white legs and rising upwards like a hot air balloon with its motion catching puffs of air as it ascended upwards towards her crotch. He screamed before he was muffled by the claustrophobic fabric, smothering him in between her soft white linen panties and the smooth textured black fabric of her ironed skirt. The soft pillowy texture of her ass flesh wasn’t helping either as it wrapped around him like an anaconda with the lingering odour of her fart from earlier still being felt in the air and from a crater imprint from his body being snugly pressed into her soft ass flesh. Harry knew that if he didn’t do something soon, he was going to get suffocated.

It was ironic that it was a spell that Hermione had shown Ron and Harry just a few months ago that had saved his life.  While they were hiding from the Hogwarts caretaker, that annoying Squibb Argus Filch, for being outside during curfew hours, Hermione had demonstrated how to scale up vertical walls so that they could sneak back into their dorm rooms without anyone noticing that they were gone.  

Now what was that spell…….

“Arcrachndio!!!” screamed Harry with him frantically waving his wand with what little motion he had left in him. A warm orange light suddenly engulfed him and he felt a strange tingling sensation flow through his entire body. After the tingling sensation died down, he soon discovered that his body had a lot more durability and that he didn’t need to desperately need to clutch onto the coarse fabric of her skirt or her plushy soft panty-clad skin anymore. Now he could instead just lightly press his hands and feet into the vertical surfaces.

Almost as if he was a spider…………

“Holy shit, this is so cool!!” Harry laughed as he wiggled his way through the underside of Hermione’s skirt and closer towards the very faint light trickling downwards from the rim of her skirt waistline. With a sudden burst, his head and upper body erupted from the gap in between the waistline of her skirt rim and her white panties with him greedily gulping a mouthful of air.

With his newfound spider climbing abilities, Harry soon began to scale Hermione’s body towards her face to get her attention. However, since she was in the middle of changing, the problems just kept coming like a never-ending avalanche.

As Hermione began to slip into her white school shirt and wriggle her arms into her sleeves, Harry was around her bare stomach area with the gaping twisted knots and swirls of her navel fully visible which was the same size as Harry. The constant twisting and turning of her body while trying to put her shirt on caused him to slide around on the slick creamy white surface of her bare exposed stomach like a marble due to him still not being able to fully handle his spider abilities. By sheer luck, his body managed to get stuck in the twisted knots and swirls of her navel crater with his body wedging in perfectly like a corkscrew.

Then his world plunged into darkness as Hermione’s white school shirt covered his entire perpetual vision like a solar eclipse. The cleaned ironed buttoned white shirt smothered him deeper into her navel as it wrapped snuggly around her upper body like glad wrap with Harry seeing glimpses of Hermione’s long unpainted fingernails fiddling with the buttons, which were the same size as him and sliding them into the holes like padlocks locking a gate or door, sealing him shut inside his clothy prison.

As the warm muggy sweaty aroma quickly rose under her shirt and the deep rhythmic breathing and vibrations of her stomach thrusted him up and down, he couldn’t help but notice that the belly button fluff and twisted swirly rubbery fleshy knots of her navel were rubbing all over his body and most distractingly of all, his dick. With horror, he could feel another erection coming with pre-cum slowly oozing out of the tip of his cock.

Gurgle!!

Hermione’s stomach suddenly rumbled loudly resulting in her stomach flesh vibrating in a synchronised wave pattern from the epicentre of her navel with a loud deep wet rumbling and gurgle of fluids. She giggled at the sound and sensations that her stomach made when it was hungry, particularly for a favourite food that liked to squirm a lot in there.

“Don’t worry!!” she giggled, slightly patting the side of her stomach with her fingertips. “I will make sure you are all nice and fed with your favourite delectable treats real soon!!”

Under Hermione’s shirt, the rubbing sensation was too much for Harry to handle.

“NUUURDGHHH!!!” he groaned, with him ejaculating a fresh load of white jizz right into Hermione’s navel with the sticky fluid coating most of the twisted swirly fleshy rubbery knots and swirls and his cum mixing in with the grey fuzzy belly button fluff. His erection was so strong he was actually getting a case of blue balls with his testicles and scrotum writhing with pain. Thank God he was small enough so that Hermione could barely feel the wetness of the dirty little present that he had left her inside her navel.

With his face flushing red with embarrassment, he slowly crawled out from inside her navel with his half limp cock still dripping jizz and slowly began wriggling his way under her shirt towards her face and her nice plump breasts…….

At one point Hermione squeezed her head through her maroon and golden striped school tie like it was a necklace, since it already had a pre-tied Windsor knot and then pushed the knot upwards towards her neck. Through a hole from inside her shirt, Harry could see the tie move over the trickle of light coming in through the opening in between two of her shirt buttons like a cloud before it started swinging back and forth sideways in front of the hole like a pendulum. Shuddering to himself Harry continued his ascent upwards, weaving his way upwards along Hermione 's slick bare white creamy skin.

Then the claustrophobia really began to kick in when Hermione began wriggling her arms into the sleeves of her dark grey buttoned fuzzy coat school jacket, resulting in the white shirt underneath it to be pressed even further into her moist sweaty white skin. Harry soon found himself smothered even deeper into her soft upper body flesh like an explorer going cave spelunking as her fuzzy school coat wrapped around snugly around her upper body and breasts with the roof of the two fabric layers narrowing in closer and closer onto his naked body. By this point, he had almost made it to her ballooning breasts, which were firmly cupped inside her bra with the underside of her bra cup fully supporting them into a nice B-cup size.

Suddenly a jolt from Hermione adjusting her tie and firmly securing it close to the collar of her shirt caused him to be flicked right inside her bra cup. He screamed as he saw himself face to face with her nipple with the rubbery teat pressing right into his face and emitting a milky fluidly aroma. The pillowy rubbery texture of her breast pressing right up against him as well as the sweltering heat and claustrophobia from three layers of fabric including her bra pressing him inwards into her soft breast flesh was too much for him and in a desperate effort to save himself, he decided to try that teleportation spell again to get himself out of this really fucked up situation. Taking a deep breath he uttered:

“Telpo!!” he cried, with orange sparks flying out of his wand.

The good news was that he hadn’t been teleported to an even worse place such as inside her asshole or vagina.

The bad news was that he was still on Hermione’s body, fortunately though on the outside of her white shirt and wedged in between Hermione’s V-neck of her dark grey buttoned school coat and white shirt, with her maroon gold-stripped school tie on his right-hand side. This allowed him now to see a bird’s eye view of the girl’s Gryffindor dorm room and whatever destination Hermione was heading towards. The annoying thing was that she wasn’t even looking down at him in his direction and could barely feel him with her moon-sized head hovering above him and the jungle of her brown hair dripping downwards like vines just out of his reach with it brushing up against the V-neck of her dark grey buttoned school coat.

Hermione by now was almost fully dressed apart from her heavy overhanging Hogwarts school robe and school shoes and socks, with her feet still completely bare. Harry was now about to get a front row seat to a shocking extra ingredient that Hermione had started adding into her school shoes and socks.

Smirking to herself Hermione reached towards her bed, grabbed a glass jar from underneath the messy sprawl of her crimson blanket and then held it close to her face. When Harry scrutinised his eyes, he was shocked to discover that it was filled with screaming tiny green elflike creatures that were the same size as him and had an uncanny resemblance to his house elf friend Dobby.

“You know to be honest I didn’t think that Nargles existed!” giggled Hermione to herself. “When Luna was going on and on about Nargles stealing her shoes and going outside barefoot on school grounds last year I thought she was crazy! Little did I know that Luna liked to stuff Nargles inside her shoes and socks for extra cushioning when she walked!! She said that when their tiny bodies popped under her soles and toes it felt like jelly!! No wonder they stole her shoes………”

Looking inside the glass jar with a power-hungry gleam in her eye, she uttered “I know it’s going to be very scary when I sprinkle you guys right inside my school socks. Yes, my foot is massive and to be honest a lot of you are probably going to die in there. Probably because I will forget you guys are even in there but hey look on the bright side!! You can offer your service to a superior magical witch such as myself. They did always say that elves were born to serve their witch and wizard masters……”

Harry was shocked by the bloodthirsty sadistic cruelty coming out of the mouth of his best friend. Literally 2 years ago, during their 4th year, she had vouched for Dobby’s freedom and the rest of the house elves to be free from house enslavement!! Now she was here enslaving other much smaller beings who were close evolutionary cousins of Dobby!! Talk about being a hypocrite……

The Nargles inside the jar began gesturing angrily, making rude signs at her, and crying out in some foreign elfish language that Harry didn’t understand. Unfortunately for them, Hermione did understand them very well and knew exactly what they were saying since she had taken extra classes in learning various languages and dialects of intelligent mythical magical non-human folk.

“I am a filthy fucking mudblood, am I!!” snarled Hermione with her bloodshot eyes turning into daggers with their cold hard stare. “Well guess what!? This filthy Mudblood’s stinky barefoot is going to smother you worthless little fucking cunts into paste!!

Watching in Horror, Harry saw Hermione sprinkle the jar full of squirming Nargles into both of her black knee-high socks with high-pitched shrieks being heard which then slowly faded away as they plunged deeper and deeper into the fabric canyon. As they tumbled into the bottom of the sock, which was pitch black, but with them having nocturnal vision, they were still able to see and more disturbingly hear the terrifying snapping of sock threads as Hermione’s toenails caught on the stray strands, with the muggy sweaty atmosphere of the sock reeking of salty vinegar and cheese. As they looked up, they saw the enormous veiny barefoot of Hermione slowly swallowing up the entire voluminous space with her gigantic pink wiggling toes equipped with razor-sharp toenails on the end looking like monstrous worms. Soon her moist toes, expansive sole and entire shape of her foot bulldozed the pathetic little Nargles against her foot’s pinkish white clammy skin and inner fabric of her black socks with many of them either getting smothered by pungent foot flesh, crushed into paste under her clammy foot flesh or sliced up by her toenails into bite-sized chunks of flesh with some particularly unfortunate ones surviving the initial onslaught of her voluminous foot. They would be the ones to be slowly bruised and battered by the jostling and vibrating of her foot inside her black thick school socks throughout the day while she took hundreds of footsteps with many of them either dying from blood loss, extensive injury or drowning in her foot sweat after being waterboarded from the pores of her skin while her feet sweated inside her thick school shoes and socks which had no room to breathe. The unluckiest ones of all would get trapped in between her toes and drown inside her wet clumps of toe jam with them slowly cooking inside like a wedge of hot cheddar. 

As Hermione slipped her black school shoes and socks on and did up the thin laces, she felt a series of sharp pops, followed by the wet squelch of jelly in between her toes and under her toepads and soles. “Oh, I think I felt some of you popping already!! And I can feel some of you squirming in there!! Oh, that feels so good!! It’s all nice and soft now. Thanks for helping me with my school shoes!! They feel so much better now”. 

All Harry could do was gawk there, unable to process what he had just witnessed.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot, my school robe!!” exclaimed Hermione, looking back towards her bed.

Roughly jostling the crumpled crimson-red and golden striped blankets, pillows, and bedsheets on her messy bed to one side, she then pulled out a very long elongated piece of ironed black velvet fabric with a crimson-red underside that was perfectly split down the middle symmetrically with baggy sleeves and the Hogwarts logo imprinted on the chest pocket area.

“There we go…...” she sighed slipping into her robe and readjusting it, causing Harry to be snuggled further up against the top upper bulge of her breast protruding from her white shirt. “Now I am absolutely fucking starving…….” 

All Harry could do was shudder, not looking forward to the hectic ride he was in for.

10 minutes later………

As Hermione skipped down the grand Hogwarts moving white marble staircases which were constantly moving up, down, left and right based on the student’s perception of where they wanted to go, Harry felt like a little bird or parasite that was clinging onto the body of a much larger being, like a tiny bird hitching a ride on a rhino. Shivers went down his spine as he heard Hermione’s shoes stomp with a loud clack with each step as he wondered if any of those poor Nargles trapped inside her socks were still alive, who were being forced to endure a living hell much worse than death.  As she passed under the semi-arched marble entranceways and traversed down the endless flight of stairs, which seemed to go on forever into a bottomless abyss, it sent shivers down Harry’s spine into just how much more dangerous everything had become. Hogwarts was already enormous when he was normal sized and now it was much more fathomably gigantic by a thousandfold.  He was so happy that the thousands of living paintings that lined the white marbled walls, mainly consisting of rich social pompous aristocrats, couldn’t see him in his tiny state tucked inside the front breast section of her shirt as he knew that many of them were incredibly rude and cocky and wouldn’t hesitate to jeer and mock him for the so-called chosen-one for being reduced to such a weak and pathetic state.

Soon Hermione entered the Great Hall. 

Despite Harry entering the Great Hall so many times over the years it was still incredible and surprising to him as to just how breathtaking it was. The four extremely long wooden oak dining tables that stretched from one end to the other and represented each of the four houses, the creamy coloured stone-coloured walls with the gargoyle statues lining the sidewalls with the open burning orange fire lanterns, the staff table lining horizontally to the dining tables with Dumbledore’s throne-like golden chair being the largest, the gigantic arch-shaped stained glass window behind it and most incredible of all the floating candles and the enchanted ceiling above them all. Harry just couldn’t get over the fact that it constantly changed all the time just like the real sky but as Hermione had told both him and Ron in their first year snobbishly, it wasn’t the real sky it was just an illusion enchantment. Since it was morning, the enchanted ceiling was a bright light blue clear sky with scattered wispy clouds and a fake sun with the unlit candles just hovering above them uselessly since it was daytime.   

Hermione planted her ass right next to Ron’s younger sister Ginny Weasley at the dining table. Harry flinched when he saw Ginny’s gaze, with her free-flowing ginger red hair messily cascaded on the sides of her head, look right at Hermione’s face with Harry’s puny form situated right below her gaze level in the pocket space between her clothed breast and her fuzzy school coat.

“Well, you’re finally up!!” remarked Ginny, munching on a buttered bread roll.

“Yep!” smirked Hermione, reaching forward for a large peculiar blue box with golden-coloured patterns and swirls lining the perimeter of the star-shaped box.  On the front of the box in bold lettering it read: Chocolate Frogs

“Oh my fucking gosh, is that those chocolate frogs!” gasped Ginny, looking at the box with horror. “The ones Ron and Harry said were actually alive and jumping around!! Harry said that in his first year when he tried to open the box, the frog literally jumped out the fucking train window!  Luckily my brother Ron told him that it’s the cards that are the real prize”.

 “First of all, Ginny, the chocolate frogs aren’t actually real, they just have a spell on them!” retorted Hermione. “Second of all I like it better when they are alive, fresh and squirming!! Makes them taste so much better on the way down!!”

“What?” said Ginny, completely baffled.

“Here I will show you!” giggled Hermione, gently prying the box open.

Hermione tugged the box open a smidgin before her lightning-fast reflexes snatched the first helpless frog out of the box that was desperately trying to crawl out. The poor brown chocolate frog squealed in pain as Hermione squeezed on its poor body in her warm fist and sunk her sharp fingernails into its slimy chocolatey skin. The body heat being emanated by the pores of her skin was starting to melt its coco flesh all over her hand and fingertips.

“The trick is to be very quick and dominate them a little by breaking them, such as what I am doing here…” smirked Hermione before raising the thrashing chocolate frog to her mouth with her maw slowly prying open. As the chocolate frog passed Harry, who was still stuck inside Hermione’s chest, the two made eye contact with the chocolate frog’s helpless expression on its face sending shivers down Harry’s spine as its facial expression revealed that it was prey in the clutches of a predator who was about to be devoured and just couldn’t escape.

As the chocolate frog got closer and closer to Hermione’s gullet, she pinched the chocolate frog by one of its legs and held it over her plush pink lips which were etched into a pearly white grin. Then her lips parted further apart revealing her gaping wide maw and gullet with the lumps of her tastebuds fully visible on her slobbery reddish pink tongue which was smeared with saliva, the bulges of the rings of her cheek muscles on the inside of her cheeks and her dangling uvula. Hermione tipped her head back and dangled the helpless creature over her mouth, allowing it to see the black cavernous hole beyond her uvula as well as her brown jungle of long cascaded hair and the top of her Hogwarts marron golden striped school tie.

“You’re going to feel so good squirming around in there!” she giggled.

With a high-pitched squeal and croak, Hermione then dropped the chocolate frog into her maw with her lips closing around it like a vice. A lone single leg could be seen still twitching out of her plush red lips as well as the frantic thrashing of its body inside her mouth making her cheeks bulge and writhe with drops of chocolatey blood dribbling out of her lips and down her chin.  Ginny could only watch in shock as she saw Hermione play around with the Chocolate frog in her mouth by thrashing her tongue and moving her jaw muscles around, hearing a series of sickening crunches and muffled croaks and screams before she swallowed with a big gulp. Horrified she saw a large twitching bulge moving down her neck and disappear into her chest. Harry swore he could hear faint screams and croaks coming from inside Hermione well beyond the white school buttoned t-shirt and ballooning breast he was currently pressed up against.    

BURP!!!

“That was delicious!!” giggled Hermione, opening her maw and showing Ginny her chocolate-stained teeth and tongue. “Oh my gosh I can feel it still squirming inside my belly!!” she snickered, rubbing her stomach.  “There is no better feeling than feeling those chocolate frogs squirming and thrashing around inside your tummy with them tickling your insides while they’re being digested!!” she remarked while feeling a pleasant wetness form in between her legs from the 16-year-old’s nether region resulting from the erotic digestion taking place.

“That was barbaric!” snarled Ginny with disgust.

“This is absolutely rich coming from someone who is eating a piece of chicken which is an actual fucking dead animal you know!” laughed Hermione, pointing at Ginny’s chicken wing which had a big chunk of meat bitten out of it, allowing her to see the bone underneath. “At least the chocolate frogs aren’t actually real you know!” 

“Boy my brother picked a real fucking keeper….” muttered Ginny, recounting the fact that Ron had recently broken up with Lavender a week ago after being poisoned by a bottle intended for Dumbledore and had ended up in a coma. Lavender had become heartbroken and then enraged when Ron, instead of calling out for her name, called out Hermione’s instead, making Ginny laugh to herself and stating it was about time those two got together.

“Anyway….” muttered Hermione, looking back to her box of chocolate frogs. “I can’t be fucked plucking them out of the box one by one you know! I will be here all day if that happens! I have a much better idea……”

Giggling, Hermione then crudely grabbed the box and discarded the lid to one side before then dumping the squirming, croaking and writhing contents into the clean white bowl. A gobsmacked Ginny noticed that for some reason the chocolate frogs couldn’t jump out of the bowl or crawl out, resulting in them being incapable of escaping and being completely helpless. The sight of those helpless chocolate frogs completely at her mercy made Hermione’s urges even stronger with even more wetness forming and cum oozing from her pussy.

“Um, why can’t they get out?” asked Ginny.

“That’s because I have enchanted the bowl silly!” giggled Hermione. “The bowl has essentially bonded them to the ceramic structure of the bowl by a magical forcefield which doesn’t let them get more than 30cm away from the bowl. This binding magic doesn’t apply to the witch who cast the spell, however, meaning that I can still do this!” she giggled.

Hermione then proceeded to pluck another squirming chocolate frog in between her sharp fingertips and then crudely throw it into her mouth before devouring it and playing with it in her mouth in a very similar manner to the first one, much to Ginny’s shock.

“Good Grief….” muttered Ginny to herself. “Looks like someone is enjoying breakfast a bit too much….”

It was just at that moment that Harry’s luck took a much worse turn.

When Hermione leaned to pluck her next chocolate frog victim, Harry went toppling over the side of the barrier of Hermione’s V-neck fuzzy, grey, buttoned Hogwarts school coat with him becoming dislodged from the breast section of her white shirt due to the sudden sharp change in gradient, resulting in him lurching forward and plunging in free fall straight towards the squirming shrieking mass of chocolate frogs.

“Oh fuck!!” shrieked Harry.

THUMP!!

It was due to Harry’s enchanted spider durability abilities that he had gained from the previous spell and allowed him to scale Hermione’s body that had enabled him to survive a 15m drop. However, he still felt battered and bruised when he hit the hard ceramic surface of the white bowl. That was the least of his problems as now he was surrounded by chocolate frogs that were 3 to 5 times his size who were jumping around and thrashing their limbs everywhere and worst of all, Hermione was looking down at him with a predatory delight in her eyes. Her pearly white teeth and gaping maw loomed over him, drooling drops of saliva onto the screaming mass of chocolate frogs below with her entire enormous head and jungle of free-flowing brunette hair over her shoulders taking up the majority of his overhead perpetual vision.

Feeling a stream of yellow-smelling liquid spurt out of his dick and splatter on the hard white surface of the ceramic bowl, Harry realised that he had quite literally pissed himself in terror.

 Hermione giggled as the pathetic chocolate frogs kept jumping around in her bowl with some of them trying to leap out.

“Quit leaping around!” she giggled. “You are all going to be squirming in my toasty belly pretty soon anyway!!”.

Those words that Hermione uttered sent shivers down Harry’s spine as he huddled under a piece of normal chocolate in the centre of the bowl, that was mixed in with the chocolate frogs inside the box, to stop the chocolate frogs from flattening him as they continued jumping around blindly. He knew that with Hermione moving her gigantic looming hands that cast ominous shadows over him and with every pluck of a shrieking chocolate frog with a flick of it into her maw was bringing him closer and closer to death. 

Killed by a simple teenage witch schoolgirl eating breakfast. He couldn’t think of a more humiliating way for the chosen one to die.

Both him and Ginny were in for a shock as they were about to discover just how perverted Hermione was.

“Hey Ginny!” giggled Hermione as she threw another screaming chocolate frog into her maw. “Did you know that there is another way to eat these?”

“Um, what?” frowned Ginny, completely baffled by what Hermione was saying.

To both Ginny's and Harry’s horror, who was peaking out from under the piece of normal chocolate, Hermione plucked another screaming chocolate frog from the bowl and squeezed it in between her fingertips and then pinched it with her long fingernails, causing it to screech painfully. Then to both of their utter horror, she began moving the poor helpless chocolate frog towards her midnight, black school skirt under the breakfast table with her other free hand tugging her skirt downwards to reveal her white linen panties which now had a very noticeable wet patch in her crotch area.

“Are you fucking crazy Hermione?!” gasped Ginny. “You’re in a fucking public place, the great hall! Everyone can fucking see you!!”

“You do realise that I am a master of memory charms, right?!” giggled Hermione as she tugged her white linen panties to reveal her dribbling juicy pussy which had dribbles of cum oozing out. While Hermione’s pubic hair wasn’t exceptionally long, it still had a nice curly forest ring of curly pubic hair surrounding the upper area just above her vagina. “Even if they see it, I can always just wipe their memories!!”

Spreading her puffy, swollen outer labia lips with her fingertips and her nails digging into the skin, the poor chocolate frog was greeted by the gaping vaginal opening with a sticky web of cum stretching right across the perimeter of it with blobs of cum smeared around her inner labia lips. With surgical precision Hermione inserted the terrified thrashing chocolate frog right inside her vagina with the frog’s face pressed right into her swollen clitoris and clitoris hood at the top with its lower half of its body quickly getting swallowed up by her vaginal opening and its chest area hovering right above her urethral opening with a strong scent of fermenting urine.

With a final agonising scream and croak, Hermione pushed the muffled screaming chocolate frog firmly inside with the palm of her hand and then allowed her outer labia to close inwards on the chocolate frog’s body like a vice with the thrashing and squirming of its body on her sexual nerve receptors sending electrified tingles throughout her body and dribbles of cum oozing out of her vaginal lips with it mixing with the melting chocolaty skin of the frog due to Hermione’s body heat being emitted. With a final satisfied moan, Hermione pulled her white linen panties back up allowing strands of curly brown pubic hair to brush over the screaming chocolate frog whose thrashing was resulting in the fat of her swollen pussy lips twitching and writhing with horny delight.

Pulling her black midnight Hogwarts skirt back up, Hermione remarked “Oh squirm little one! Squirm and make your witch very, very happy……” she moaned with her panties soaked full of cum and patting and stroking her skirt with satisfaction.

“You’re a psychopathic slut!!” shrieked Ginny with disgust. “I can’t believe my brother fancies you!!”

“I actually agree with the Weasley on this….” remarked the blond Slytherin boy Draco Malfoy who was watching from the other table along with several other gobsmacked others who were unable to process what Hermione just did. “You’re absolutely fucking crazy mudblood!”.

“Oh really!” jeered Hermione out loud to the students who were watching her as if they were watching some kind of porno strip show. “Because I am just getting fucking started! There’s another hole that these tasty little morsels need to fill…...”

Things were about to get a lot more vulgar and gross….

Giggling, Hermione crudely plucked another chocolate frog that was jumping around in circles directly in front of Harry as he was still huddling under his makeshift hideout of the chocolate scrap piece in the centre of the bowl. Harry shivered as he saw the chocolate frog look back at him with a terrified expression in its eyes as it was hauled high up into the air with its fat little body being pinched in between Hermione’s sharp white fingertips.

Hermione then proceeded to stand up haughtily and face towards Malfoy with her plump ass pointing right towards the wriggling bowl of chocolate frogs with Harry having a front-row view of her bulging ass cheeks which were ballooning from under the hem of her midnight black school skirt with her knee-high socks reaching just below her upper calves, showing a small section of bare white leg skin in between her linen white panties and her socks. As Hermione bent over Harry saw the hem of her skirt lift upwards like a stage curtain, revealing her panty-clad ass cheeks, a sight which ironically that he had wished he hadn’t been exposed to ever again and now he was being exposed to again for a second time today.

Hermione using a free hand, began to tug her white linen panties off her tight ass cheeks to reveal the most grotesque sight that he had been exposed to for the second time today. The bare milky ass crack that he had almost been swallowed up inside when he had accidentally teleported himself to the outside back rim of her panties earlier in the day, with two perfectly round symmetrically peach-shaped hill mounds with her ass crack cutting perfectly in between them like the Grand Canyon.  Confused as he saw Hermione digging her sharp fingernails with her free hand and three fingers on her hand, with her forefinger and thumb still skilfully pinching the squirming shrieking chocolate frog towards the white inner sloping section of her ass cheeks towards her butt crack and began pulling it further and further apart, it suddenly made sense what she was trying to do.

Hermione’s ass cheeks opened up like a clamshell with her ass crack widening further apart to reveal the pink meaty ring of her anus that had brown specs of shit peppered around its circumference with her asshole twitching like an ominous gaping black hole that was threatening to swallow everything up with it flexing at a quivering Harry, who was eyeing it up with horror from inside his vantage point inside the bowl of chocolate frogs as if he was going to be its next victim.

In a monstrous display of cruelty, Hermione inserted the chocolate frog into her hungry asshole with her crudely inserting its squirming body headfirst. The wrinkled twitching pink asshole wrapped around the chocolate frog like a voracious creature with its upper body thrashing around inside her anus, causing the skin of her outer anus to buck and writhe like jelly. Its legs were still thrashing around in a wild fight for freedom but Hermione sighed girlishly and pushed its legs deeper into the depths of her asshole with her fingertips, resulting in the chocolate frog being completely swallowed up by Hermione’s asshole. With immense satisfaction, Hermione removed her fingertips from clenching around her inner ass cheeks and let her ass cheeks close around her anus and its screaming prisoner inside like a set of trap doors, resulting in the helpless frog being sealed inside its shit-reeking holding cell.

Sliding her white linen panties over her bare milky ass cheeks and pulling the hem of her black school skirt she then wiggled her ass in Harry’s direction who had turned pale white with shock from watching the spectacle unfold from inside the bowl of chocolate frogs from underneath his chocolate piece hiding spot right in front of his eyes. He then saw Hermione playfully slap her ass with the palm of her hand causing her ass flesh to jiggle.

“There we go!” she snickered. “One for the backdoor……” she drooled with horny delight……... “And one for the front door!” she exclaimed with her proudly stroking her crotch. “That should get me through the day…….”

Malfoy, Crab and Goyle who had been watching Hermione’s perverted antics from the Slytherin breakfast table were so shocked they could barely speak. Ginny meanwhile gasped and exclaimed, “You might be the most perverted whore I have ever seen!” 

“Oh really!” giggled Hermione with her whipping her wand out of the pocket of her Hogwarts school coat. “You all really think I am so perverted and disgusting like the dirty little whore that I am! Too bad you won’t be able to remember it!” 

With a flick of her wrist and wand, Hermione yelled “Obliviate!!”

The entire Great Hall was engulfed in a bright white light for half a second which erupted from the tip of her wand like a volcano.

Pretty soon everyone in the Great Hall forgot about Hermione's perverted sick fetishes and went back to eating as if nothing had happened, including Dumbledore and the rest of the teaching staff. The incident had been completely wiped from their minds just like that fraud Gilderoy Lockhart who had tried to teach them Defence against the Dark Arts in their second year using stolen credit of accomplishments and feats from other wizards. This had spared Hermione a severe punishment for several rules being broken including using magic for sexual purposes, magical cruelty and indecent public exposure. In fact, breaking all three of those rules would usually get a student expelled from Hogwarts with even the possibility of being sent to Azkaban.

Everyone forgot that is except Ginny.

“Wait…...” Ginny whispered to Hermione so that no one else could hear. “How come I can still remember?”

“That’s because just before I cast the spell, I tweaked it to make it so that you could remember.” smiled Hermione. “I really want you to remember what a perfect little fucking keeper your brother has found who can really fuck him in so many different ways that will make him beg for more once he feels my sex drive and tastes the raw power of my horniness!”   

“Merlin’s Fucking beard!” grumbled Ginny in disbelief, reverting back to munching on her bread roll. “My brother really picked some girl, didn’t he?”

Little did they know that there was someone else who hadn’t forgotten what Hermione had done and ironically had been forgotten at The Great Hall with no one noticing he hadn’t shown up to breakfast which was incredible for someone who had a celebrity like status and was supposed to be the famous chosen one to defeat Voldemort.

Harry, who was still quivering under his makeshift chocolate shelter in the centre of Hermione’s white ceramic bowl right in front of her, hadn’t been affected by Hermione’s memory charm spell despite being in the vicinity of its light. ‘Maybe it’s because I am so small that the spell can’t detect my magical presence and aura’ thought Harry to himself.

It was at this point that Harry realised that there was only one chocolate frog left in the bowl.

“All righty then!” exclaimed Hermione with her booming voice rattling Harry’s eardrums and her intimidating voice echoing around the sides of the white ceramic bowl with her looking down at her breakfast with a hungry predatory gleam in her eyes. “Let’s finish off these tasty little morsels off, shall we?”

Fuck.

It was at this very moment that the very last chocolate frog kicked the chocolate block that he was hiding under in the centre of the white ceramic bowl, while it was jumping around and thrashing its limbs about in a wild panic. The piece of chocolate went flying off Harry’s naked body like a parachute and went sailing over the side rim of the bowl and landed on the wooden breakfast table with a loud gooey splat.

Splat!

“Oops!” giggled Hermione upon seeing a piece of scrap chocolate that went flying right out of her breakfast bowl and landing on the table area right in front of her with a brown splatter of messy milk chocolate. “They can be such messy little treats, can they? Well, I am not really into the normal chocolate pieces that are mixed in anyway, it’s the delicious squirming chocolate frogs that I am really yearning for!”

Ironically Hermione would have been able to just see a tiny ladybug-sized naked Harry in the middle of her breakfast bowl with her sharp eyesight if it wasn’t for the next unfortunate thing that happened.

The chocolate frog jumped right on top of Harry and pinned him to the ground after spotting him.

With a shrill scream, Harry saw a vast wall of underside chocolatey soft moist body flesh fill up his entire perceptual view before two gigantic front legs pinned him to the bottom of the surface of the ceramic bowl, with one of its webbed feet being as large as his entire torso that had gripped his upper body with its iron grip, resulting in his entire naked body being smeared in chocolate and his head and torso sticking out from in between two of its webbed toes. He looked up to see the mindless creature looking at him with a blank expression on its face before it opened its disgusting chocolatey toothless gaping maw which had a web of chocolatey saliva stretching across the breadth of its maw before its long sticky tendril tongue protruded out from deep inside its gullet and began licking him from head to toe. The tongue thoroughly rubbed itself all over his body, covering him in its coco saliva and making him shiver with disgust.

He didn’t know whether it was tasting him or licking him in a cute greeting kind of way like a dog. Suddenly he felt its slimy tongue reach down to his groin area and began tickling his furry testicle sacs, scrotum and the shaft of his dick with the tip of its tongue which were resulting in Harry feeling another erection coming and he knew it had gone too far now.     

“Get the Fuck off me, you stupid little fucking freak!” screamed Harry, feeling completely violated and humiliated with him trying to reach his wand but he couldn’t move it to perform any sort of spell since his arms were pinned firmly to the ground by the sheer weight of the chocolate frog which was five times his size and seven times his mass. 

His dilemma with the chocolate frog would end soon but not in the way he was intending.

Out of the frying pan into the fire…….

 “What’s got you so interested, huh little cutie?” giggled Hermione who was looking at the chocolate frog finally standing still with it preoccupied with something very interesting that it had captured. Licking her lips greedily, she then reached towards with her forefinger and thumb pinched in a claw motion with razor-sharp serrated unpainted fingernails on the end.

Little did she know that her final tasty little morsel had a little bit extra on the side………

“No! No! No!” shrieked Harry as two peachy-coloured fingertips with sharp grooved fingerprints slid under his naked body with Hermione’s forefinger and sharp fingernail sinking into the topside of the chocolate frog while her thumb hooked itself underneath Harry who was still trapped underneath the chocolate frog stuck to its slimy moist skin. Hermione’s fingers manoeuvred in such a way so that Harry’s ass and backside of his body were firmly pressed up against the soft underside of the chocolate frog’s body while his frontside including his bare chest and exposed crotch were pressed snuggly into Hermione’s cushiony thumbprint, resulting in him being sandwiched in between. The sharp grooves of her thumbprint as well as her sharp serrated fingernail at the end were inflicting painful bruises and cuts from squeezing on his naked body. This was terrifying for Harry since his body was under the spider enchantment, it really showed how much force Hermione was inflicting upon him and how strong her grip was. Had he not had the protective enchantment he would have almost certainly popped like a grape.

Harry felt a feeling of queasiness wash all over him as Hermione rapidly raised her hand towards her mouth with the gigantic presence of the ceramic bowl dwindling down to a small white disk. The wiggling and thrashing of the chocolate frog that was pinned to Harry’s backside of his body in between Hermione's iron-gripped pinch wasn’t exactly making him feel any better and actually made him feel even worse since this giant creature that had dominated him earlier was about to become breakfast to an even larger behemoth.  Harry saw blurred snapshots of all the other students munching away on their breakfasts on the other three breakfast tables and that’s when it fully dawned on him that he was about to become Hermione’s breakfast.

As Hermione raised her morsel to her mouth, she tipped her head back and dangled it over her drooling open maw.

“I suppose one more little froggy couldn’t hurt!” she giggled to herself. Feeling a series of microscopic twitches on the underside of the chocolate frog she was pinching in between her fingertips which seemed to make it feel like it had a swollen belly she then exclaimed “Ooooohhhh I think this one is a particularly fat juicy one!”

“Ginny!” wheezed Harry in between painful raspy breaths as he felt Hermione’s fingertips tighten even harder on his tiny body with him feeling the air being squeezed out of his lungs. Seeing out of the corner of his eye Ginny munching on some mashed potatoes on her plate sitting next to Hermione with a bored expression on her face with her fiery orange ginger locks messily cascading over her shoulders Harry cried out desperately one last time “Ginny! Stop her please!”   

But Harry was simply too small to be seen.

Seeing Hermione’s drooling open maw directly below him like a cavernous abyss with rows of perfectly white gleaming teeth, slobbery red drooling tongue lined with hundreds of lumpy tastebuds, stretched inner pink cheek flesh, twitching pinkish plushy lips and dangling uvula which was all too much for him. He started thrashing around in a mad panicked scramble to escape Hermione’s iron grip but it was all for naught as he saw a web of drooling sticky spit and saliva stretching across the expanse of her maw along with a radiating hot breath smelling of half-fermenting digesting sludge washing all over him from deep inside her gullet. He cried with salty tears trickling down his cheeks as he knew the one-way destination he was heading straight towards. 

“Bon Appetit!” giggled Hermione’s booming voice which echoed in Harry’s ears. With a final mighty flick of her fingertips, both the chocolate frog and its little stowaway were flicked like pinballs into the black hole of her greedy gaping gullet.

Squelch!!

Harry landed on Hermione’s tongue with a wet squelch with her wet saliva juices saturating his entire body and lumpy tastebuds which were as big as his entire hand poking into him. The chocolate frog meanwhile landed right next to him with a larger thump due to its heavier mass with the force of its impact sending a shockwave that threw Harry right onto his ass painfully. Both of them looked back to the backside of Hermione’s teeth which were stained with chocolaty stains and had bits of food wedged in between the crevices of her teeth with the teeth jutting out like ominous stalactites and stalagmites protruding from her pink gums. The rows of teeth then began to slowly close inwards like a vice, with their looming presence blotting out the last remaining trickles of light and the sounds and sensations of the Hogwarts Great Hall and the chattering and munching sounds of the students slowly fading away with her plushy pink cushiony lips fully sealing them inside Hermione’s maw.

This was all too much for the chocolate frog who began to thrash its limbs around in a wild panic causing one of its limbs to kick Harry right in the stomach which sent him flying into the stretchy pinkish-white cheek skin like a soccer ball.

SMACK!

Harry groaned painfully upon the impact with his body getting wracked with more purplish bruises before his body slid downwards and landed back onto the slobbery red carpet of Hermione’s tongue. Amused by the struggles that her prey was having inside her mouth Hermione began to play with her food in her mouth by first thrashing her tongue around like a rollercoaster, resulting in both Harry and the chocolate frog being flung around like ragdolls and her cheeks puffing and jaw muscles bulging due to the delightful thrashing taking place inside her mouth.  She then proceeded to manoeuvre her tongue in such a fashion so that the leg of the chocolate frog was close to the tip of her tongue before prying open her teeth and lips just a fraction, allowing its leg to slide over the perfect rows of serrated white chomping teeth and the rim of her lips. Trickles of light leaked into Hermione’s maw just for a second before her lips closed around the upper calf section of its front leg with its stretchy plushy surface, resulting in the chocolate frog’s front leg sticking out of her mouth like a lollipop.

Feeling the wiggling of the chocolate frog’s leg sticking out of her mouth, Hermione giggled at the sensation of its pathetic thrashing against the sensitive nerve endings of her lips before lining up her rows of chomping and crunching teeth with the upper calf of the chocolate frog and biting downwards.

CRUNCH! SPLURT!!

An eruption of chocolatey blood erupted from the severed end of where Hermione had just bitten through the chocolate frog’s leg, resulting in Harry getting sprayed and soaked in chocolatey brown blood and Hermione’s sticky saliva. Dribbles of brown chocolaty blood oozed out of Hermione’s lips and then trickled down her chin which made her giggle at the tickling sensation across her bare white skin. Flicking the severed chocolate frog’s leg towards her back molars with the tip of her tongue, Harry was soon greeted by the sounds of grotesque crunching along with the agonising screams and wails coming from the chocolate frog as it blindly hopped around inside her mouth with a fountain of chocolaty blood spraying the entire interior of her mouth from the severed gaping wound of its leg. Harry watched in horror as Hermione’s back molars moved up and down like pistons with it being mashed into a chocolatey paste while she rudely chewed with her mouth open, allowing Harry to see snapshots of what was going on inside her mouth as the light from the outside world flashed in front of his eyes.

When Hermione’s tongue was fully saturated in rivers of chocolatey saliva and spit Harry felt that the current was now flowing in one direction towards the back of her mouth. This was followed by a grotesque wet slurping and suction noise where he could feel his body moving away from the centre of her tongue and drifting towards the back of her mouth. As he progressed further and further downwards, he could feel the surface of her tongue sharply sloping downwards with the gradient of the slope increasing dramatically by the second. This could only mean one thing.

Hermione was beginning to swallow.

“Gaaaagh!! Shit! Fuck! Ahhhh!!!” screamed Harry as the rivers of chocolatey gooey saliva dragged him further and further down towards his impending doom, feeling the damp squishiness of her slippery red tongue and the pulsating sound of throbbing throat flesh all around him along with the painful croaks of the poor chocolate frog who was being dragged alongside with him. Even though it was pitch-black, his eyes had actually gotten quite used to it, resulting in him being able to see the outlines of a swinging pendulum of dangling ball-like flesh directly above him which then dropped fat drops of saliva directly on top of his head which resulted in him being completely drenched in her fluids. He soon realised that he had passed under her uvula which could only mean one thing.

 He was reaching the point of no return where the back of Hermione’s tongue met with the start of her throat just like the event horizon of a black hole…………

With a final petrified scream, both Harry and the chocolate frog passed over the sharp bump of flesh where Hermione’s tongue met with the start of her oesophagus where they were violently catapulted downwards like going over the edge of a waterfall and then plunged into the bottomless pit with the sounds of huge suction and slurping noises all around them………

GULP!!

“MMMMMM!!” moaned Hermione with satisfaction as she swallowed with a big gulp, resulting in a noticeable bulge moving down her throat and disappearing into her chest area and bosom. She turned to Ginny and grinned with her chocolate-stained teeth and smeared chocolate pink lips with dribbles of chocolatey spit dribbling down her chin. “That was the best one of them all!” she giggled.

“Urgh Hermione, you chewed with your mouth open, that’s gross!” scowled Ginny, with her scrunching her nose and turning her head away in disgust.     

“Whatever!” grumbled Hermione, patting her swollen belly as if it was pregnant, “I am absolutely stuffed now. Oh my god, I can still feel many of them tickling my insides!”

BURP!!

Hermione then unleashed a loud wet burp from her gullet with microscopic flecks of chocolaty spit flying everywhere and allowing Ginny to see her open gaping maw, much to her utter disgust. 

“Ah that felt good…….”  moaned Hermione with satisfaction. 

“Fuck me, you really have a carnivorous sweet tooth, don’t you girl!?” grumbled Ginny to herself in disbelief. “No wonder you can gorge yourself full of those creatures for breakfast”.

“Anyway…….” stated Hermione turning to Ginny. “I think we are both done with breakfast. We should probably head off to our morning classes!”

 Meanwhile Harry was facing a mortal danger he could have never imagined. For years he had horrible nightmares of Voldemort torturing his enemies which had led him to believe that Voldemort would be his greatest fear. But now being literally inside Hermione’s digestive tract was actually far worse as he was being actively tortured and at the complete mercy by someone who he cherished as a close friend and worst of all she was putting him in mortal danger by her sheer presence and gargantuan interactions without her even realising it.

As Harry and the crippled chocolate frog slid down the wrinkled pulsating ringed tunnel of her oesophagus, Harry knew that he at least needed to see something in this never-ending pitch-black darkness. He could feel his body embedded in a gooey sugary coco sludge that was moving like a slow-moving frothy torrent along with the jabs and pokes from the panicking chocolate frog which was sprawling its remaining limbs in all directions. Worst of all he could hear the wet grotesque churning and squelching of liquid all around him which was bucking his body up and down like a rollercoaster as he travelled further and further down Hermione’s oesophagus.  Feeling something long and stick like in his hand Harry suddenly remembered that despite all the crazy shenanigans that had happened to him he still had his wand.

“You’re my best friend right now….” he whispered to his wand.

“Luminous!!” cried Harry, pointing his wand high up into the air desperately. A bright white light suddenly appeared in front of him like a flashlight, emitting everything around him in a white glow and allowing him to see his surroundings.

Harry was horrified to see the layout of Hermione’s oesophagus. Her bottom wall of her oesophageal tunnel was covered in a blanket of chocolatey sludge that embedded him up to his chest area while the chocolate frog next to him that was 5 times his size had its 3 remaining limbs up to its ankles stuck inside like cement, allowing its torso and head to thrash around in a wild fight for freedom with its body smashing up against the slimy wrinkled ringed pinkish walls of the tunnel that was causing that pleasurable tickling sensation to Hermione when she swallowed her chocolate frogs. The circular ringed wrinkled walls of her oesophagus, however, were not completely still with them pulsating and writhing inwards in short sharp squeezes in an almost synchronised fashion. The pink slippery walls were twisting, bubbling, and writhing in circular pulsating rings in a synchronized motion, looking like they would crush anything that got caught in between the folds of the pulsating flesh into a mushy paste. Harry realised that contrary to popular belief, food did not slide freely down a person’s oesophagus and instead had to be pushed downwards like a tube of toothpaste by the oesophagus walls squeezing inwards every time it detected a mass to keep it moving towards the stomach. While the squeezing of the oesophagus tunnel was wracking the chocolate frog’s body with pain since its body took up most of the circumference and diameter of Hermione’s oesophagus for Harry since he was much smaller, he instead was jolting up and down close to the bottom wall of Hermione’s oesophageal tunnel like he was in the middle of a stormy ocean.

Soon Harry realised that the chocolatey sludge he was in was actually the flesh and gut remains of the previous chocolate frogs that Hermione had scoffed and gorged herself on earlier in the day, making him realised how fucked up it was for him to be entombed inside a liquidly grave for the dead. Then he looked at the terrified chocolate frog who was still thrashing around and realised how much more fucked up it must be to be covered in the dead remains of your own kind…….

Then the velocity of the torrent of the chocolate sludge began to increase rapidly, followed by the gradual narrowing of the oesophageal tunnel which Harry could sense was happening all around him. Then Harry heard a grotesque slurping suction noise like someone had pulled the plug out of a gigantic bathtub with dozens of litres of thick fluid getting sucked down the drain every second.     

 The white glow from the tip of Harry’s wand revealed something that was more terrifying than Harry could have ever imagined and now he was heading right towards it rapidly. It was Hermione’s wrinkled lower oesophageal splinter. A gigantic pinkish white circular wrinkled ringed wall of muscle that was 8 to 10 times his size, which ironically looked like a wrinkled asshole, was slurping litres upon litres of her half-digested food sludge every second. The slightly solidified sludge would pass through the wrinkled centre with the wrinkled muscle of flesh prying open to its required diameter before the sludge was slowly squeezed out like a tube of toothpaste out the other end into the fiery pits of hell below with the wrinkled circumference of the hole wrapping and enveloping around it like quicksand.

The wrinkled ringed muscle of flesh then pried open and unleashed a foul torrent of gas reeking of fresh half-digesting fermenting sugar, chocolate and puke along with hints of meat and cheese from Hermione’s previous meals from further ago in the last few days. The gale-force gush of methane gas wracked Harry’s body with a hot blast of pain but since he was cemented inside the chocolate sludge due to his much smaller size, his body wasn’t shot out of Hermione’s gullet which could have gotten ripped apart by the force in the process. This could not be said for the chocolate frog next to him, however, where its chocolatey skin was further shredded off in droplets like a grater with some of its fleshy bloody droplets becoming part of the chocolate sludge while other droplets peppered the pinkish red slimy wrinkled walls of Hermione’s oesophagus. Harry realised that Hermione had just burped with satisfaction from her meal including him which made him feel even more humiliated.             

 As he heard the sludge directly in front of him getting rapidly sucked up with a sticky squelchy sound, he then saw the wrinkled muscle of flesh pry open and lurch him forward until it was sealed again just in front of him with him just centimetres away from the wrinkled hole with him so close that he could reach out and kiss it. He could then hear the rippling sounds of her splinter muscles pushing it through its thickness before he heard a dribbling revolting excretion sound followed by a wet plop into a burning acidic ocean.

 Then the wrinkled centre opened up again and he was sucked inside within the blink of an eye. He could feel the pink wrinkled rings of muscles contracting around him, along with the sludge he was stuck inside. Then he gasped as the remaining chocolate sludge containing his naked body was squeezed out of the wrinkled hole with a wet plop noise and then felt his body along with the ball of chocolate sludge hovering in mid-air for a split millisecond.              

Then he screamed with a terror he had never known in his entire life as he plunged downwards towards the acidic burning ocean of stomach juices and mountains of half-digesting food sludge below him and entered the realm of Hermione’s stomach…….

As Harry plunged into the enormous cavernous abyss of Hermione’s stomach, he was horrified to realise that it was so enormous that the beaming light from his wand couldn’t even fill up the entire voluminous space with it being only able to light a small section around him like a bubble enveloped in a fog of pitch-black darkness with his bubble of light dimming out the further and further it got away from him.  He could feel that the air inside her stomach was incredibly hot and humid, which reached the standard body heat temperature of 37 C˚ and was drastically different from the outside room temperature of 19 C˚ to 20 C˚. However, this uncomfortable atmosphere was made 1000 times worse by the immense saturated moisture in the air, consisting of vaporising digesting sludge particles carrying an unholy stench of the acidic tinge of puke, half digesting fermenting sugar, meat, and cheese, which made his own stomach churn with disgust and was condensing all over his body, making it hard to breathe in the acidic and vomit-laden air, resulting in him retching and gagging.

What made it even more disturbing as he continued to plunge downwards was that he could hear the panicked splashing, thrashing of limbs against slimy walls of flesh and painful croaks coming from right down below him. Suddenly he remembered that stomach acid was strong enough to dissolve razor blades and if he didn’t do something soon Hermione’s stomach acid would peel the flesh from his bones like a hot sludge.

Luckily his trusted mentor, Professor Remus Lupin, who had been one of his dad’s best friends throughout high school hadn’t just taught him how to ward off dementors with the charm Expecto Patronum in his third year. In fact, he had taught him a bunch of different spells when they went on long walks in The Forbidden Forrest together including ones that would increase the intensity of existing spells by a thousandfold and others to make him almost invincible for a limited amount of time.

Luckily Harry still remembered those spells.

“Maximus!! Invinco!!” Harry cried out. This resulted in two flashes of light erupting from his wand, one white and the other blue. The first spell increased the luminous spell by a hundredfold while the second spell gave him invincibility for a limited amount of time. This meant that almost nothing could kill him apart from the killing curse Avada Kedavra. It was just in the nick of time as well as Harry plunged headfirst into the bubbling acidic soup of Hermione’s stomach juices and sunk below the dense liquid.

 Hermione’s stomach juices were much thicker compared to water, making it much more difficult for Harry to swim back to the surface. It was impossible to see under the dense broth, making him struggle for a good 30 seconds as he swam blindly in multiple directions before finally emerging from the surface and taking a big gulp of air. Wiping the thick goo from his glasses, eyes and hair he saw he was treading a vast titanic ocean of Hermione’s stomach acid with scattered mounds of half- digesting food sludge mounds protruding from the ocean’s surface like pacific islands. The air inside here was incredibly saturated with hydrochloric acid particles, creating an unbearable rancid muggy atmosphere with an air quality lower than China’s most polluted cities meaning the air Harry was breathing in was literally capable of shredding his lungs like razor blades and was the equivalent of smoking 25 packs of cigarettes a day. This also combined with a strong tickling sensation erupting all over his body and the steaming fumes coming from his skin meant Harry knew it was Hermione’s stomach acid trying to digest him, which sent shivers down his spine.  He knew that if it wasn’t for Lupin’s protective enchantment, he would have been killed within seconds of splashing inside this vile acidic bubbling lethal liquid and been dissolved into lifeless red meat.

Looking around in full view now that his enchantment spell had rapidly increased the luminosity  and lit up Hermione’s entire stomach cavern, Harry realised that Hermione’s stomach was a massive pinkish-red cavern with an unbearable muggy atmosphere, with her stomach walls covered in a patterned array of curved folds, wrinkles, bulges, lumps, and squiggles of wobbling quivering slimy red flesh with them oozing stomach juices and digestive acids out of its microscopic pores across their surface areas. The liquid trickled down the wrinkles, creased folds, and fleshy lumps of her stomach walls and then dribbled down into an acidic ocean of greenish brown liquidly soupy sludge that was frothing and bubbling with a wet burning sizzling sound.                                                               

Harry then turned his attention to where exactly he had entered Hermione’s stomach from and gasped in horror. The shoreline of the ocean of stomach juices was at the barrier of a sharp elevation change, where the slimy stomach walls sharply rose up at an almost 45-degree angle until they met with the curvature point of the stomach ceiling wall. From him observing how the stomach walls all curved around him and enclosed him in an oval perimeter, Harry quickly deduced that Hermione’s stomach was a slanted L shaped bean, which explained why the stomach wall behind him   sharply curved upwards at an almost 45-degree angle. Most shockingly of all, he noticed that the oesophageal splinter he had just entered through was located high above him right in the corner where the top stomach wall ceiling met with the bottom and side stomach walls. Due to the lumpy wrinkled and folded texture of her stomach wall, which was oozing corrosive liquid stomach juices out of its pores every second and was vibrating and quivering with a noisy gurgle every second, he knew deep down it would be impossible to scale the slippery slimy walls even with his spider enchanted climbing abilities. He was stranded like a sitting duck…….     

Suddenly Hermione’s oesophageal splinter pried open with a grotesque suction wet slurping sound before a brown squirming blob was shot out like a cannonball.  Harry quickly realised that it was the chocolate frog that had been devoured alongside him that Hermione had gruesomely torn its leg off with her gnashing white teeth and chewed it up. With a painful croak it splashed into the bubbly froth right in front of Harry, sending waves and splashes in his direction and splattering him in droplets. Harry watched in horror as without any protection spell, the poor chocolate frog was completely at the mercy of Hermione’s full digestive raw power. The body shape of the frog soon disintegrated into a brown blob with its painful croaks and thrashing of its limbs slowing down to a whisper before it sank below the waves.  The stomach walls wetly gurgled again with delight as they triumphed over their latest morsel of food that was digested. At the surface of Hermione’s brothy acidic digestive soup, a particularly large gas bubble popped, emitting a burst of gasses with a hint of sweet-tasting sugary flesh that rose rapidly towards her oesophageal splinter. With a puckering wet pop, it pried open, allowing it to escape and rapidly ascend the walls of her oesophagus.

Looking around Harry realised that there were several other frogs that were going through the exact same predicament as the one that had just died right in front of him.  Some of them closer to Hermione’s stomach walls were thrashing and bashing their limbs against the lumpy wrinkled folds of vast walled pink flesh resulting in more wet squelching noises and the oozing of digestive secretions from the pores that were peppering the lining of her stomach wall. Sometimes the walls would actually concave inwards sharply, resulting in the chocolate frogs being fired back further inside Hermione’s stomach like rocks from a slingshot with the stomach wall moving around in a circular motion. Harry soon deduced with horror that Hermione was actually rubbing her stomach with her fingertips due to her feeling the pleasant struggling inside of her. Only then did it fully dawn on Harry that he was inside Hermione. Inside a human being.

Even if he survived this, he was never going to look at Hermione in the same way ever again………

“Ahhhhh…….” sighed Hermione as she slid comfortably into the backrest of her chair inside Professor Slughorn’s potion class, listening to him drone on and on about the theory to create a cure for boils by writing some paragraphs on the blackboard with his white chalk while shelves of potions lined the background perimeter of the room and enveloped around the congregation of student’s desks and cauldrons in an oval circumference.  While Hermione loved learning, the way this guy’s voice was made everything so dreary.

On the bright side she had indulged in a few treats to get her through a boring day like this. She could feel the pathetic squirming coming from under her toes from the Nargles inside her socks, meaning some of them were still alive and were choking on the foot sweat pooling from in between her toes, making her giggle. The frogs inside her belly were still tickling her insides much to her horny delight and making more juices ooze out from her pussy which also caused her to wetly burp suddenly.

BURP!!

Professor Slughorn stopped his lecture and looked at Hermione with disgust along with several other students.

“Excuse me Ms Granger!!” gasped Professor Slughorn.

“Sorry sir” said Hermione sheepishly, covering her lips with her face turning bright red and stroking her stomach with her fingertips in circular rubbing motions. “I had a big breakfast”.

Feeling delightful squirming coming from right inside her asshole, she giggled as she remembered the chocolate frog, she had inserted in her backdoor this morning during breakfast at the Great Hall in front of everyone that she had wiped from everyone’s minds except Ginny’s.

“Oh, keep squirming in there my delicious little butt plug……” she moaned, clenching her ass cheeks together with full force and squeezing her pink rubbery anus as tight as possible. Suddenly she felt a sharp wet pop like a cherry, almost like a head imploding.     

“Ooops….” she whispered to herself, turning bright red in the face. “I can’t feel you squirming or moving around in there anymore and now I feel a wet sludge around the entrance to my anus. I think I might have squeezed you a bit too hard….”

“Oh well…” she shrugged, patting her crotch and feeling the weak struggles in there coming from the other chocolate frog she had inserted inside her vagina to be used as a dildo with her feeling a damp wetness in her panties. “At least I have one more in the front door….” she snickered to herself as she continued to listen to Professor Slughorn’s lecture……...

   2 hours later……….

Sometime later inside Hermione’s stomach, all the painful croaking and thrashing from the dissolving chocolate frogs had completely ceased. Hermione’s bottom stomach wall was now completely inundated in a vast ocean of bubbling stomach acidic broth that was completely saturated in melting chocolate sludge, which disturbingly was the remaining blood and guts from all the chocolate frogs that was mixing into a nutrient rich soup to be absorbed. All the solid food mound Pacific islands had disappeared beneath the waves since the sea level had risen by another meter. And within all this vast oceanic abyss was one still living very plucky little survivor.

Harry Potter. The boy who lived.

Harry was so grateful that the invincibility spell hadn’t worn off while he was still inside Hermione. However, that didn’t mean that his troubles were far from over as he could still see the roof ceiling of her top wrinkled pinkish stomach wall that was still oozing and raining digestive juices down below onto him like rain, with the supply still coming strong via a network of passageways from her pancreas and gall bladder with the moist gurgling which was only getting louder and more frequent with the oozing of gastric juices trickling down from the folded wrinkles, lumps, and fleshy bulges of her dark red-pinkish stomach walls which now had a steamy aroma being emitted from it, meaning Hermione’s stomach was working overtime with much more potent stomach acid to fully liquify it.

Hearing another series of wet noisy gurgles, followed by a long slurping suction noise, Harry turned his head around and then gasped in horror as he realised there was an identical wrinkled hole to her oesophageal splinter at the far end of her stomach precisely located at the bottom point where the top stomach wall ceiling curved downwards and met with the bottom and side stomach walls, whose curvature flattened out horizontally.  This wrinkled hole was known as the pyloric sphincter where food that had been fully liquefied by her digestive stomach acid was allowed to pass on to her small intestine where the next stage of digestion would take place and where the liquefied particles would be absorbed into her bloodstream. Looking over at the horizon he spotted that the top half of Hermione’s pyloric sphincter was twitching and puckering above the surface of the stomach acid with it sucking gulps of acidic liquid soup every few minutes to flow on into her small intestines for further extraction of the essential nutrients inside the dissolved soup which would be broken down cell by cell.

And now the current of the ocean of Hermione’s bubbling acidic broth was beginning to drag him right towards it…….

 The most disturbing detail Harry noticed was that every time the pyloric sphincter sucked up liquid the ocean of stomach acid which appeared mostly calm would suddenly become rougher and more chaotic with waves crashing into Hermione’s stomach walls. He was about to venture deep inside Hermione’s true inner space of her digestive system, a region no living creature had ever set foot in before. Well, alive that is.   

As he continued to flow downwards right towards it, he seriously wondered if he would rather face one-on-one with Voldemort rather than this fate. This cruel sick predicament was truly a fate worse than death.

Harry stopped right at the tip of the bottom end of Hermione’s stomach just before the entrance to her small intestine. The surface of Hermione’s bubbling acidic broth almost became perfectly still for a moment as the wrinkled ring of pink slimy muscles from the pyloric splinter twitched and flexed themselves like hell’s gate, as if almost teasing him that he was going to be swallowed alive.  As he heard the sludge directly in front of him getting rapidly sucked up with a sticky squelchy sound, he then saw the wrinkled muscle of flesh pry open and lurch him forward until it was sealed again just in front of him with him just centimetres away from the wrinkled hole with him so close that he could reach out and kiss it.     

Then the wrinkled centre opened up again and he was sucked inside within the blink of an eye, with him violently lurching forward and feeling the crushing slimy embrace of the circumference of Hermione’s pyloric splinter and him violently thrown inside the depths of a much tighter narrower dark pinkish red wrinkled red tunnel, with a torrent of slow moving liquidly soup channelling through it like a sewer pipeline.

 Gurgle!!

“Oooohhh!!” gasped Hermione, feeling a series of loud wet gurgles coming from her upper abdomen as she continued to walk down the arched stone Hogwarts corridor to her next class, which had a row of tainted windows that let in sunlight and had a direct view of the grass outside on the left-hand side with a set of orange lanterns on the right-hand side. As Hermione weaved her way in between the teaming mass of students who were trying to get to their own classes with her clutching her books close to her chest, she could feel her abdomen twisted into a wet set of knots and thought to herself ‘Fuck, those sweet little frogs really did a number on me, huh?’

 Then she passed a silent fart from her anus, perking her ass up a bit and sighing with relief as she felt some of the wet knots in her abdomen disappear. She giggled a bit while she wiggled her ass cheeks a bit while strutting down the corridor, spreading her filthy essence throughout the corridor and making some of the students wrinkle their noses and gag as they walked past her and got a whiff of rotten eggs, methane, ammonia and sulphur. 

‘At the end of the day I am going to go to the girl’s toilet and take a nice big fat fucking deuce……’ she chuckled to herself, delighted with the fact that her digestive system was turning those squirming almost alive chocolate frogs into her literal shit. Just the thought of it was making her really horny again with more cum and juices oozing from her panties, resulting in a series of faint tickles and squirming from in between her labia lips. She moaned silently and grinned to herself as she realised that her chocolate frog dildo was still alive to keep pleasing her throughout the day……. 

Meanwhile, Harry gasped as he entered the realm of Hermione’s small intestine with the nutrient rich soup filled with liquefied chocolate frog guts which he was currently treading in and slowly churning along. The inside diameter of her small intestine was much smaller compared to her cavernous stomach cavern, with its full breadth being only double his height and the liquid soup filling up almost 3 quarters of the cylindrical volume of the small intestine and his head just scraping the top ceiling of her small intestine with his entire body almost completely submerged in the chocolatey greenish brown broth and his head just peeking above the surface. The dark pinkish slimy circular interior of Hermione’s small intestine seemed to extend on endlessly forever as he continued floating along in the current with an endless series of twists and turns like a maze. He was truly inside Hermione’s most intricate inner space which was like an entire alien world to him and yet he had a hard time believing that this was simply the insides of his best friend.

He then noticed with shock that the walls of her small intestine were lined in thousands upon thousands of microscopic thin pink slimy beanbag-like structures that coated every single square nanometre of the inside surface area of her small intestine. There wasn’t a single clear space, with them twitching and writhing around like tentacles and a disgusting looking sucker on the end that was slurping the tiniest of liquid droplets. Most revolting of all, they lined the top dry roof part of her small intestine as well that wasn’t completely submerged by Hermione’s digesting liquid broth, meaning that whenever his head rubbed and bumped against the top roof of her small intestine the disgusting slimy beanbags would latch onto locks of his hair and then rip them off his scalp, resulting in howls of pain from Harry with the threads of his black hair getting devoured by the pink slimy beanbags into their suckers and right down into the middle stem part of themselves before disappearing beyond the walls of her small intestine. He looked down below his treading feet and noticed that the pink beanbag suckers that were completely submerged were also greedily sucking mouthfuls of Hermione’s nutrient rich digestive broth with little nutrient particles getting sucked up deep inside their gaping black ominous suckers, creating a circular suction rotating current that kept him moving along deeper and deeper inside her small intestine.

These slimy pink beanbag suckers were Hermione’s villi and their job was the part where true digestion took place. Since Hermione’s stomach had fully liquified the solid food mass, it was now in a suitable form where these villi structures, which were lined with hundreds of vessels in an intricate network and were connected to the blood vessels and Hermione’s circulatory system, where liquified nutrient particles could be utilised for this young teen witch’s body development. Since most of it was sugar particles, most of it would be converted into energy glucose molecules to be distributed throughout the bloodstream in her muscles however some of it including the fat from the milk would be converted into fats and lipids to be stored in the various fat reserves of her body. In fact, some of the measly fat remains from the chocolate frogs would become part of the fat reserves on her tits and ass cheeks, resulting in making Hermione even sexier. Thank God Harry was still alive in his physical magical form so the villi couldn’t ravage his broken liquefied body apart cell by cell.

Suddenly Harry remembered just how long the small intestine was and how long it took for the small intestine to extract every single nutrient particle from this liquid broth along with most of the moisture. Food could spend as long as 6 to 7 hours in the small intestine with the entire intricate twisted sprawl of knots and passageways of the small intestine being as long as 6 metres when fully stretched out! He groaned as he continued bobbing along Hermione’s small intestine which only seemed to be getting more hectic as the network of twists and turns up, down, left and right only seemed to be getting more frequent and more severely inverted and curved. He rolled his eyes and then decided to close them and take a quick nap. It was going to be a long time before he made it out of her small intestine and he might as well kill time since Professor Lupin’s invincibility spell was still going strong. Drifting off to sleep within Hermione’s small intestine of all places, the current of the liquefied digested broth continued bobbing the little shrunken magical boy along like a log deeper and deeper into Hermione’s inner depths………

6 hours later…….

“It’s so nice to have you back here at Hogwarts!!” exclaimed Ginny as she sat on her bed in the Gryffindor Girls dormitory with her lower body snuggled into the crimson red and golden striped bedsheets and blankets, with her back and upper buttocks pressed up right against the white fluffy pillows. It was now evening at Hogwarts where most students would be chattering in the Common Room or getting ready for bed, however, Hermione being the massive fucking nerd that she was had actually decided to take extra night classes, which were only offered to students in the senior 6th year who really wanted to excel in advanced magical arts. This had left only Ginny alone in the Gryffindor Girl’s common dormitory within the hexagonal grey-stoned room with stuff messily hanging out of the half-open bedside drawers.

Thankfully though, she wasn’t completely alone, wearing casual clothes in a white t-shirt, blue sweater and Demin jeans with her bare feet stretched out. She giggled and hummed with delight as she felt a little set of soft brownish-green elvish hands and fingers pressing into the naked balls and soles of her feet with the little house elf dutifully giving the teenage witch a nice long relaxing foot massage after walking around in black shoes and knee-high socks all day.

“Dobby is always happy to make Mr. Harry Potter’s friends happy!” chimed the house elf happily with him looking up at her from the foot of the bed with those enormous oversized greenish black eyes and pupils and disproportionate triangular-shaped flagpole nose that stuck out like an antenna from the rest of his body, while twitching and flapping his elephant like ears. The house elf had decided to gatecrash Hogwarts with a surprise visit for Harry Potter’s entire social circle. Since he technically wasn’t a male wizard or a human for that matter, he had managed to evade the stairs to the Gryffindor’s girls' dormitory that turned into a slippery slide whenever a male tried to enter.  Due to his lowly social status, the stairs hadn’t been able to detect his male presence.

“You know Dobby, you don’t have to massage my feet if you don’t want to,” replied Ginny.

“But it’s the one thing Dobby is good at, being a good little subordinate servant to witches and wizards…...” whined Dobby sadly. Despite being a free elf and the Ministry of Magic offering him several paying upper-class jobs, he had failed almost all of them since he couldn’t do anything for himself or work out anything for himself unless someone ordered him around. Maybe it would have been better if Harry never offered him his sock and freed him from his enslavement in his second year. Then again Lucius Malfoy had been an especially cruel and ruthless master…….

 “In that case, can you rub some lotion on them as well?” requested Ginny. Dobby happily obliged with him pulling out a small bottle out of his brown satchel next to him and wiping the lid on his grubby sleeveless brown garment before squirting some white cream onto his hands and smearing it all over Ginny’s bare soles, feeling the sweat and grime starting to adhere to his hand. Ginny gasped and then sighed with delight upon feeling the soothing relaxation on her sensitive skin.

“Make sure you get right in between the toes….” sighed Ginny and then grinned upon Dobby’s fingers sliding right in between her toes with small spots of black and grey toe jam sticking to his fingers. He then began to wiggle his fingers around like worms inside the crevices of her toes and slide them in and out in a rubbing motion to ensure that the lotion got into every single little crevice, nook and cranny.

“Ahh yes, that’s the spot…….” sighed Ginny. “Oh, fuck yes Dobby right there…...” she moaned with delight as she felt the tiny green lotion-soaked fingers stroke the crevices in between her toes.

“So, Dobby did you hear that Hermione and my brother Ron finally got together?” said Ginny to Dobby.    

“Ah yes, the clever girl!” said Dobby as he continued to rub Ginny’s feet.

 “But after seeing how vulgar and perverted she is I am seriously starting to have second thoughts….” mused Ginny. “Now I wonder if she really is the right girl for my brother……”

“What makes you say that?” asked Dobby, cocking his head with him continuing to slide his fingers in between Ginny’s toes.

“Well for starters she really seems to get sadistic sexual delight from devouring those almost alive like chocolate frogs!” explained Ginny with a shocked expression on her face. “You should have seen what she was like at breakfast!!”

“Dobby thinks that chocolate frogs were actually created in order to satisfy the predatory kink and horny perverted sick urges of many witches with peculiar tastes………if you know what Dobby means……” explained Dobby in his meek stuttering cute voice. “Clearly, they had some sort of vore fetish and they couldn’t use actual small animals or tiny people so those chocolate frogs were created as a simulation”.

“How do you know so much about chocolate frogs Dobby?” frowned Ginny, cocking her head.

“Because chocolate frogs were actually created by a terrified house elf 250 years ago out of desperation to satisfy the cravings of his hungry carnivorous mistress so that she would eat the chocolate frogs and not him!” stated Dobby fearfully, quivering to himself as he thought about the cruelty and power that witches held over their submissive house elf slaves. 

“Oh wow!” gasped Ginny. “I didn’t know you house elves were so inventive!”

“Our intelligence is often overlooked Maam……” stated Dobby sadly with his elephant ears drooping low.

“Anyway, Hermione and Ron getting together and finally dating have made me think about my own feelings” continued Ginny. “About my secret crush for a certain notable famous Chosen One”.

Dobby gasped out loud with his big blabbermouth “Ms Weasley has a crush on the famous Harry Potter!!”

“Shut up!” snarled Ginny, scrunching her toes together, causing Dobby’s fingers to be squished like a vice in between their slimy crevices and causing him to whelp out in pain and surprise. “Do you know how many girls lust after the famous Harry Potter? The Chosen One? No, if I want him, I have to really make myself fucking stand out!”

“And how exactly are you going to do that Ms Weasley?” inquired Dobby.

“Well, I wrote him a romantic letter and slipped it into the pocket of his robe yesterday when he took it off!” giggled Ginny. “I invited him to go skinny dipping in the Prefects Bathroom. You know that huge swimming pool-like bathtub with multiple taps and lots of bubbles where Harry opened Cedric’s egg during the Tri-Wizard tournament in his fourth year? But I didn’t sign it under my name, I signed it anonymously as a secret lover girl. I know that horny cutie is bound to find it sooner or later and his curiosity will be burning to know what kind of a girl wants to go skinny dipping in the Prefects bathroom nevertheless!! He will definitely be there tonight from what I have heard since he found it this morning and wants to know who this secret lover girl is as quickly as possible!!”.

‘Why not tell him straight up how you feel?’ thought Dobby to himself. ‘Why go through this whole elaborate plan? Romantic teenage love is so confusing. Then again Dobby doesn’t know the first thing about Romantic love since he has never been in love with any girl before or any girl has ever fancied him.’

“Here’s the kicker!” giggled Ginny mischievously. “Hermione has shown me how to do a certain spell that will certainly make Harry’s night even more memorable. It will be the most memorable night of his life and I will be the girl who makes the biggest impression on him. You could say I am trying to make me the girl of his dreams!!”  

“Oh!” said Dobby curiously. “What’s the spell?”

“I can’t tell you that Dobby, sorry it’s a secret!” snorted Ginny. “You think you can file my nails as well quickly, Dobby?”

‘Sure thing!” replied Dobby, like the obedient little slave he was, pulling a nail file out of his brown satchel and absentmindedly started grinding the rough serrated blade against her sharp long unpainted toenails and cuticles, with flakes of dead toenails and dried foot skin flakes rubbing off her bare toes and soles and falling onto his garment and torso like rain.

“I wonder what it would be like to have chocolate frogs though….” continued Ginny to herself. “Hermione really seemed to be into it……”

“Dobby actually has a box of chocolate frogs if Ms Weasley wants it!” piped up Dobby.

“Oh really, you’re the best! Thanks Dobby!!” giggled Ginny, petting Dobby’s face with her barefoot in gratitude and stroking and rubbing her toes, the ball of her foot and naked sole against the side of his face with her toes pointing into his long flagpole triangular shaped pointed nose and the ball of her foot pressed up against his lips. Dobby could taste and smell the fruity scent of lotion along with the hint of lingering foot sweat.

When Ginny released the clasp of her sweaty foot on Dobby’s face and stopped foot-petting him, Dobby hastily pulled out a box of chocolate frogs from his brown satchel and handed it to Ginny by shuffling over and extending his arm outward.

“Thanks Dobby!!” grinned Ginny with her taking the box from Dobby which had the familiar light blue colour with the pattern of golden coloured swirls and patterns lining the perimeter of the pentagonal box. She then took it to her ear and shook it but only the dry rustling of inanimate objects was heard inside.

“Why can’t I hear any croaking or squirming around in there?” she frowned.

“That’s because Ms Weasley you have to actually open the box in order for the enchantment to work properly and be activated” explained Dobby. “The frogs are only alive once they are out of the box”.

“Oh!” exclaimed Ginny. “That’s good then. I guess I won’t need to worry about the frogs trying to escape from the box or trying to restrain the lid”.

“But Dobby recommends you have sharp reflexes and a strong tight grip” warned Dobby. “Once they wiggle out of your grasp and are out of the box, they are almost impossible to catch due to their incredibly fast hopping”.

 “Yeah, yeah,” said Ginny. “I did learn a few pointers though, after watching Hermione”

Prying the box open a smidgen, she then quickly pinched a random chocolate frog and closed the lid within the blink of an eye. The chocolate frog, whose leg was pinched in between Ginny’s fingertips, suddenly burst into life with it croaking and squirming around within her grasp like a bit of live sausage. Dangling the chocolate frog over her mouth, it saw her drooling open maw directly below it like a cavernous abyss, with rows of perfectly white gleaming teeth, slobbery red drooling tongue lined with hundreds of lumpy tastebuds, stretched inner pink cheek flesh, twitching pinkish plushy lips and a dangling uvula, causing it to start croaking in naked petrified terror. Then in one swift movement, she dropped the chocolate frog into her mouth and sealed it shut like a vice with her plushy pinkish-red lips creating an almost airtight seal. For a few moments, she played around with the chocolate frog in her mouth, giggling as she felt it thrashing around and tickling the insides of her mouth, causing her cheeks to bulge and writhe like wobbling jelly. At one point the chocolate frog’s front leg stuck out from in between her plushy pinkish-red lips like a lollipop with chocolatey blood oozing out and dribbling down her bottom lip and chin but Ginny flicked it back deep into her maw with the tip of her tongue. Then in one swift movement, she swallowed with a big gulp with a noticeable bulge moving down her neck and disappearing into her breasts within her white t-shirt and blue sweater. There was no chewing, just swallowing it alive and whole with its body completely intact.

BURP!!

“That actually wasn’t that bad for something that technically isn’t truly alive….” hummed Ginny with opening her maw and showing Dobby her chocolate-stained teeth and tongue before letting out a loud wet burp. “Oh my god I can still feel it kicking and squirming around in there!” she gasped with her feeling a series of tickles coming from deep inside her belly just below her blue sweater. “It’s kind of weird but kind of pleasant at the same time. But it’s not really turning me on since I am not really into the whole predatory vore fetish kink like Hermione is”.

“Anyway……,” said Ginny, giving Dobby another pet on his face with her barefoot and stroking his face with her toes and the ball of her foot before looking down to her white sneakers and stripy Gryffindor-coloured socks, which were peeking out halfway from under the bed and then remarked, “I better get going to the Prefect Bathroom soon. I bet Harry will be there soon wondering who the secret sexy anonymous lover girl that left him the note is!!”.

“To be honest Dobby has heard from Ron and Hermione that they haven’t seen him all day!” exclaimed Dobby.

“Really?” frowned Ginny. “It’s not like Harry to wag class. He always said Hogwarts was like his true home! Oh well, I am sure he hasn’t gone anywhere too crazy…...”

Little did they know that he was in a place crazier than both of them could have ever imagined.

“It was nice seeing you again Dobby,” said Ginny. “I suppose I have time for one more quick little wank before I put my shoes on. Dobby, I think it's best if you go now, you really don’t want to see this”.

The 15-year-old then undid the button on her jeans and then slid two of her fingers down her pink cotton panties and began fingering herself gently with her sliding her fingers in between her labia lips and feeling a soft wetness forming. Gently moving her fingers to the top and rubbing her swollen clitoris, she then closed her eyes and thought about Harry’s hot toned body and torso, especially his thick massive cock and shaft penetrating her and filling her with his creamy white love.    

“Oh Harry….” she moaned and panted with her breaths getting shorter and raspier with sweat trickling down her forehead and her long ginger red-orange hair getting stickier with her vaginal fingering intensifying in frequency and speed with more wetness forming in her pussy.

Dobby cringed and quickly scurried out of the Gryffindor’s girl’s dormitory.

Harry woke up to quite a nasty shock as he soon realised that the liquid-digested greenish broth that he had fallen asleep inside had now solidified into a thick sludge and now had turned colour to a dark to medium brown. He was still inside Hermione’s small intestine but was nearing the end trajectory of it, where the villi were soon beginning to thin out and the small intestine started to twist itself into a sharp hooked u-shape with a sharp dip in gradient up and down, causing Harry to feel a little queasy.   

As soon as Harry woke up, he felt the sudden urge to piss so he relieved himself inside Hermione’s solidified brown sludge, feeling his dick twitch within the slushy material before letting out a steady stream of yellow piss, resulting in softening the sludge around his dick. When he regained full consciousness, he was confused as to why the digested broth had changed texture, composition and colour and then he realised in horror what had happened after remembering how digestion worked.

Since Hermione’s Villi had absorbed all the nutrients and moisture from her chocolate frogs into her bloodstream, what was essentially left behind was the waste products. And there was another name for it………

Harry was essentially entombed inside a massive disgusting wad of Hermione’s steamy warm literal shit up to his chest.

“Fuck, this is revolting, it's like a fucking cement mixture!” Harry screamed in disgust, desperately trying to free himself from Hermione’s crap but he was well and truly stuck inside. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw a huge pulsating section of ringed muscles that were completely free of villi that was twisting itself into a sharp hooked shape bend before opening up into an even wider section of circular intestine passageway that was 4 to 5 times the width of Hermione’s small intestine. Harry was approaching the ileocecal junction where the small intestine transitioned into the large intestine with the ileocecal junction acting as some sort of doorway. Harry squealed as the wad of Hermione’s crap that he was trapped inside moved over the twisted folds, ringed muscles and flaps of Hermione’s ileocecal junction, which was acting like a dam gate that was controlling the flow rate of crap into Hermione’s large intestine to prevent clogging and blockage. Harry gasped as he saw a coating of lubricated bacterial slime smeared all over the walls that were causing the wad of crap he was cemented inside to keep sliding along at a constant rate.

Then he gasped as he was squeezed out of the ileocecal junction via a small wrinkled oval opening in the wall of the cecum, which was the starting end pouch of Hermione’s large intestine (colon) and then slid down the walls with a wet grotesque puckering slurp into the much wider enormous canyon of Hermione’s large intestine (colon) which had a much lighter shade of pinkish red and unlike her small intestine was lined in hundreds of ringed pulsating segmented squeezing muscles in almost perfect symmetry and synchronisation.

Harry’s fear soon began to escalate as he could now feel a hot tingling burning sensation start to writhe across his bare skin combined with a shortness of breath. This was a really bad sign as it hinted that Professor Lupin’s invincibility spell was starting to wear off and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold it out inside Hermione’s inner space.

And he was so close to the end both figuratively and literally, inside Hermione’s colon, which was the final stage of digestion…….

The pulsating ring of muscles actually pushed him and the wad of shit he was inside upwards away from her cecum at an almost vertical angle at 90-degrees, with his body facing sideways and him looking upwards away from her cecum at the bottom pouch of her large intestine. The lubricated ring of symmetrical pulsating muscles actually pushed him against the force of gravity in the first ascending section of her colon, resulting in the centre of gravitational mass for the turd he was stuck inside to be concentrated around his lower torso and body and the steaming mass of crap trying to pull downwards against him back towards Hermione’s cecum below him. The force of gravity that was pushing up against his naked body made his organs feel all queasy like jelly as his entire body mass was being supported by Hermione’s turd that was stopping him from sliding back downwards due to it being stuck to the walls of her colon by a sticky paste of bacterial sludge.

As he continued his ascent upwards, he was disgusted that there were other small brown blobs and turds that were stuck on the light pinkish-red walls of Hermione’s colon, some of which looked like they had been stuck there for a lot longer than he had been inside Hermione’s large intestine with clumps wedged inside the series of thick pulsating ringed muscles. The large intestine was only a third to a quarter of the length of the small intestine at only 1.5 to 1.8 metres in length, however, the time that faecal matter could spend inside the colon could heavily vary with sometimes human crap being ejected within a day and other times lingering inside the colon for as long as 3 days!

Harry really didn’t want the latter as he was sure that Lupin’s invincibility spell couldn’t last longer than a day, meaning if he stayed inside Hermione’s colon for too long, he would certainly die, suffocating on toxic methane and sulphur and then pass out due to the lack of oxygen and even worse, his body becoming absorbed into Hermione’s turds inside her colon.

A little over an hour later Harry soon reached Hermione’s traverse colon, which flattened out almost perfectly horizontally at a 180-degree angle. Here Harry could see the upcoming pipeline of her large intestine properly since his body and the turd he was in had been reinverted to the comfortable principal front facing position.  Here Harry could see hundreds of light pinkish red pulsating ringed muscles that seem to extend on endlessly along forever with numerous clumps of shit that were peppering the surface area of Hermione’s colon on the sides, bottom wall and even the top wall. But the most grotesque thing Harry noticed was the oozing bacterial slime that was dripping from the walls and the top roof wall of her colon which was also trickling along the bottom wall of her colon as a very shallow creek, resulting in the turds in her colon sliding effortlessly along with them absorbing the bacterial sludge which also resulted in the bacteria breaking down the most toxic components inside Hermione’s crap and softening it up and also resulted in a revolting smell being emitted due to the decomposition reaction taking place that reeked of rotten eggs, sulphur, methane, and ammonia. The smell was so strong that Harry actually ended up vomiting a mouthful of green puke all over the front section of Hermione’s turd he was currently cemented inside along with some droplets splattering on her slimy colon walls, which were lined with hundreds of pulsating ringed muscles that were pushing him along.

It was ironic that the traverse section of Hermione’s colon passed directly under her stomach, where Harry and those chocolate frogs had been, just 8 hours earlier. Now all those poor chocolate frogs had been transformed into Hermione’s shit after being digested and liquefied, which was all around him and he was currently inside, meaning Harry was quite literally inside their dead remains.  Now Hermione’s stomach was filled with some new food from her lunch, which consisted of chicken, peas and mashed potatoes, which was going through the very same process that those chocolate frogs had undergone and tried to succumb Harry to, with it being supplied by a mixture of digestive juices that was brewing in her spleen and liver that was situated just above the traverse section of her colon as well as being nestled among the top of her stomach. Because inside Hermione’s digestive system, everything was treated as food for nutrition for this teenage witch’s body regardless of its past origins.

Since chocolate frogs were essentially sugar, cocoa and milk they didn’t tend to stay in Hermione’s gut for too long, which was good news for Harry as it meant he would be out of Hermione soon. The bad news was that he would be coming out the other end……

30 minutes later Harry soon finished the traverse section of Hermione’s colon and soon plunged downwards at an almost 90-degree vertical angle. It was basically the same as when Harry had been pushed up her ascending colon section from her cecum but this time it was in the opposite direction, with Harry facing downwards towards her rectum and the force of gravity was with him instead of against him. Harry screamed as Hermione’s turd boat that he was in passed over the event horizon of no return, where the trajectory of the horizontal traverse colon abruptly transformed into her descending colon, with him sliding over like a waterfall and him rapidly sliding downwards at an alarming rate down her colon walls where the turd he was in was stuck on by a layer of sticky bacterial slime. He continued his rapid slide down the walls of her descending colon at an alarming rate with the methane and sulphur-polluted air whipping his face and cheeks and Hermione’s turd vessel he was in adhering more bacterial slime and even smaller specks of leftover Hermione’s shit that was stuck to her colon walls as it slid across them and absorbed everything.

After 15 minutes of descent, Harry soon reached the sigmoid colon section, which was a horizontal section that pointed its flow in the opposite direction to her traverse colon section from right to left, rather than from left to right. Hermione’s turd containing Harry soon levelled out into an almost 180-degree horizontal angle, however, the section was much smaller compared to her traverse colon.  A few minutes later when Harry crossed Hermione’s Sigmoid colon section, he saw that it once again plunged sharply downwards with the pulsating ring of muscles smoothening out in a messy tangled of hooked wrinkles and folds which Harry knew was the start of her rectum. This meant that his whole chaotic journey inside Hermione’s inner space was almost nearing its end.

Then when he saw the start of her rectum, he saw something that made his blood run cold…….

Hermione’s entire rectum canal was clogged up by a mind-boggling gigantic log of brown shit which filled the entire cavern, leaving no room for him to get around the sides or even squeeze in between the rectum wall and the log of shit, which was being suspended above her anus by a series of hooked irregular tangled wrinkled folds and muscles that were digging into the surface of her sloppy moist gigantic cracked turd. Harry knew that this current piece of Hermione’s turd he currently was in and spiralling straight towards was about to become its latest addition to this steamy colossal wad of shit, with him sandwiched right in between.

With Lupin’s invincibility spell slowly fading away and after everything he had been through, he was going to drown and get boiled alive in a wad of his best friend’s steaming hot shit inside her rectum.

With a final burst of determination, he managed to free his arm and pull it out from Hermione’s turd that he was currently in. His wand was covered in Hermione’s shit but he didn’t exactly care about the condition it was in as long as it could save him.

For the third time today, he chanted the teleportation spell “Telpo!!”.

A flash of bright white light erupted from his wand, before his body vanished from the turd he had traversed most of Hermione’s colon with within a blink of an eye. It was just in the nick of time as well, since as soon as Harry teleported, the smaller turd that Harry had been inside slammed into the much larger log of Hermione’s shit with a wet squelch and absorbed itself into it, making its girthy mass even larger.

Unfortunately though, Harry still hadn’t perfected the spell yet, resulting in him being teleported to some random not so ideal places.

Harry soon found himself in the lower section of Hermione’s rectum, clinging to the irregular wrinkles and folds that were lining the walls of her rectum. He looked down below his feet and gasped upon seeing a wrinkled meaty puckering ring that was twitching like a bit of live sausage, which Harry knew was Hermione’s inner anus splinter that was letting in tiny slivers of light from the outside world and casting dim spotlights all around him. He gasped in horror when he looked above him and saw the gigantic log of shit he had come across hanging right above him like a colossal cylindrical smelly brown mass that was ready to bury him alive. He then realised that the teleportation spell he had cast had teleported him to the other side of Hermione’s colossal turd in such a way that he was looking at it from the bottom rather than the top.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he growled with frustration. “Why couldn’t I teleport myself out of Hermione’s fucking gut?!”

He then looked back down to Hermione’s puckering inner anus and screamed in horror upon seeing a set of mutilated chocolate frog’s eyeballs along with shards of chocolatey frog skull lining the perimeter and circumference of her inner anus like a grotesque graveyard.

“What the actual fuck?” he gasped. “Why does she have a frog’s head in her fucking asshole?!”

His thoughts were interrupted by a grotesque wet slurping sound coming from above him. Looking upwards, he shrieked as he saw the mass of Hermione’s log beginning to slide further and further down her rectum walls straight towards him. She was beginning to let her bowels loose and pretty soon she was going to take a dump in the toilet and bury Harry along with it. What a humiliating way for the chosen one to die. He would have rather faced Voldemort any day rather than this fate.

 Thinking quickly, Harry decided that the teleportation spell was way too risky since it had such an unexpected trajectory. He might accidentally teleport himself right inside Hermione’s log of shit if he tried that again which was a thought too horrible to even think about. Wracking his brain for another spell to get him the fuck out of Hermione as soon as possible he suddenly remembered another spell that Professor Lupin had taught him in his third year.

Pointing his wand towards Hermione’s log of shit, he cried out “Expando!!”

This spell resulted in a large influx of air erupting from his wand, resulting in creating a pressure air pocket that stopped Hermione’s log of shit from descending downwards any further due to the blockage of pressurised air created. What instead happened was the methane and ammonia gases emitted from Hermione’s turd mixed in with the influx of pressurised air from Harry’s wand created a massive ticking air bubble of gasses that needed to be released as it began swelling up the walls of Hermione’s rectum and began to expand rapidly. And there was only one place it could go, out of Hermione’s anus.

Aka a fart.

The massive explosion of fart gasses propelled Harry like a cannonball right towards her anus, with him choking on the foul air. He screamed as his body slammed into the wrinkled meaty ring of her anus, with him getting smothered against the chocolate frog's eyeballs and bits of its chocolatey skull before it wrapped around him like an anaconda and then squeezed his body through with it prying open to its required diameter to fit his body through, with the wrinkled ringed muscles hugging around him and their slimy embrace, before squeezing him through like a tube of toothpaste. The massive expulsion of gas propelled Harry right out of Hermione’s asshole, with the force exerted so great he traversed right past the sloped inner white pinkish creamy slimy walls of her inner ass crack and then continued to ascend further and further from her anus until he slammed painfully right into the white G-string of her panties, which was lining the top part of her ass crack in perfect symmetry. 

Hermione had just entered the Gryffindor’s Girls dormitory after taking night classes in advanced magical arts and now had made her way to her bed which was still a messy tangle of crimson red and gold-striped bedsheets and blankets, with some old casual clothes, books and other contents and school contents sprawled all over the bed as well as the floor around her bed and half hanging out from her trunk. Ironically Ginny and Dobby had left just 30 minutes earlier, leaving just her alone in the pentagonal grey stoned dormitory room which had a set of other girls’ beds neatly aligned around the pentagonal circumference with their open trunks on the floor and beds all looking very similar to Hermione’s condition with their bed crimson red curtains and bed roofs flapping slightly from the evening night breeze through an open tower castle window. 

Hermione first felt a sharp stabbing pain in her rectum, which she knew was the build-up of crap from her chocolate frogs that she had scoffed down earlier in the day and grinned a bit, since she knew that they ran through her gut within a day fairly quickly.

‘I think I will hold out just a little bit longer’ she thought to herself, snickering. ‘As soon as I put all my books back in my trunk’.

Then she felt an enormous air bubble suddenly expand in her rectum with its rate of expansion so rapid she felt like the walls of her rectum would rupture and pop from the rapid build-up of force. ‘What the fuck!’ she gasped to herself.

 FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!

Hermione then ripped the biggest fart she had ever done in her entire life with a massive expulsion of methane and ammonia gas erupting from her asshole, with the force of the expulsion that was so strong that it caused the fat on her ass cheeks, which ironically had acquired some of the fat from her chocolate frogs that she had scoffed on earlier in the day, to vibrate like jelly. The massive fart that she ripped soon polluted the air with a foul rotting smell of eggs and fermenting sugar, thank God no one was in the girl’s dormitory to smell it. Hermione giggled a bit as the noxious fumes reached her nose, causing her to wrinkle her nose.

‘Lol I think I really need to lay off those chocolate frogs’ she giggled to herself. ‘They are really starting to upset my gut!’

Her giggling soon turned to horror as she felt something solid and lumpy suddenly press right up the G-string of her white panties inside her ass crack, causing her ass crack near her anus to itch very uncomfortably.

‘Oh fuck!’ she thought to herself in horror with her face turning bright red like a tomato. ‘Don’t tell me I shit my fucking panties! The others will never let me hear the end of it!’

Swiftly throwing off her Hogwarts school robe and fuzzy grey school coat on the bed, leaving her with just her white school shirt and tie, she then undid the laces on her black school shoes and kicked them off, leaving her in just her knee-high black school socks. Then sliding her black frilled school skirt off by sliding her fingertips under the hem of her skirt, she then slid it down to her socked ankles and then kicked it hastily under her bed. Finally repeating the same process with her white panties, she slipped her fingernails under the waistband of her panties and then slid them down to her ankles and then slid one leg after the other through the leg holes and then threw it on the bed, leaving her completely naked from the waist down with her moist dribbling pussy and bush of curly brunette pubic hair visible above her knee-high socks.

Cringing with disgust, Hermione then looked at her white panties, expecting to see a brown shit stain on the inside of her G-string.

But when she brought her face right down and then focused her eyesight, she got even more of a shock when she saw a tiny bug-sized Harry Potter, who was barely a centimetre tall, completely naked apart from his glasses on his head and holding his wand in his hand, battered and covered in purplish bruises, with slime and shit stains all over his body right in the centre of the inside of her G-string. Rubbing his head groggily, Harry looked up to see the gigantic billboard-sized face of Hermione Granger looking down on him with her Amazon jungle of brunette hair messily cascaded freely over her shoulders, her car-sized hazel brown eyes dilating with shock and her bottom jaw dropping down like a loose hinge to reveal her gaping cavernous maw, with her pearly white teeth, dribbling saliva strands from her palate, slobbery red tongue twitching and dangling uvula looking down with shock.

“HARRY!!” she shrieked. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!! HOW DID YOU GET IN MY FUCKING PANTIES!!”

The sudden booming screech of Hermione caused Harry to cover his ears in pain from the immense soundwaves and excess decibels that were so loud that they almost made his eardrums burst. Hermione noticed that Harry had clasped his hands around his ears in discomfort, making her drop her voice down several decibels.

“Ooops……” she whispered in a hushed tone, with her crouching down onto her knees and then leaning forwards and also leaning her head to one side and perking her ear up to hear Harry’s tiny squeaky voice. “Sorry for screaming like that Harry, I should probably remember that you are a tiny delicate little cutie now”. 

Harry tried to speak to Hermione but she shook her head after hearing barely anything coming out of Harry’s minuscule mouth.

“Yeah, sorry Harry still can’t hear anything…” she shrugged. “Guess I will have to enhance my hearing then”.

Pulling her wand out from the inside of her white school shirt, she pointed it to her ear and chanted “Audio-Maximus!!”.

This resulted in Hermione’s hearing being increased by a thousand-fold, very similar to that of a pixie or a forest elf. Now she could hear Harry a lot better.

“So….” she continued. “How the fuck did you get so small, Harry? Wait a minute……….” she smirked. “Did you experiment with Professor McGonagall’s shrinking spell and completely fuck it up!”

“No!’ yelled Harry with his face turning bright red with anger.

Hermione cocked her head in an almost mocking fashion.

“Yes!” spluttered Harry with defeat, holding his head down in shame.

“But I still don’t understand how you ended up in my fucking panties of all places”, she frowned with confusion.

“About that,” said Harry sheepishly, with his face turning bright red and looking down in shame, “It’s kind of a long story.  You see I broke into the Gryffindor’s girl’s dormitory this morning-“

“Did you just say that you broke into the fucking Gryffindor girl’s dormitory this morning!” gasped Hermione with disgust. “Oh my fucking God!! You little pervert! Were you jerking off to the girls in the dormitory in their revealing sleepwear while they were getting changed?! That’s disgusting!”

“Um no Hermione, only you were there at the time” explained Harry.

“Wait!” interrupted Hermione. “How did you get past the staircase that leads to the girl’s dormitory. It changes into a slippery slide every time a boy tries to enter!”.

“Well, I teleported myself inside clever girl!” boasted Harry, making Hermione scrunch her face in jealousy upon learning that her best friend Harry had mastered a spell that she hadn’t. ‘She doesn’t need to know that I haven’t quite gotten the hang of it’, smirked Harry to himself, enjoying the glorious moment of finally tricking Hermione into believing he was better than her at something. In reality, it was sheer dumb luck that he had managed to perfectly teleport himself inside the Gryffindor’s girl’s dormitory, avoiding the staircase in the process.

“Anyway….” continued Harry “I saw you getting dressed for class in the morning in front of the mirror and you walking right in after I accidentally shrunk myself while trying to play around with the spell inside the girls’ dormitory by trying to shrink several girls’ stuff as a practical joke. Then I accidentally teleported myself onto your body while trying to get your attention and got stuck under your school clothes when you put them on”.

“Really?” frowned Hermione. “I didn’t feel fucking anything!”

“Well, I am really fucking small…...” shrugged Harry, shuddering to himself as he remembered how he had accidentally ejaculated inside Hermione’s tight claustrophobic navel and left a microscopic load of cum inside with likely tiny dried flakes of his cum still inside Hermione’s navel that were mixed in with her belly button fluff. It was so sick and perverted that he decided never to mention it to her ever as she would probably end his friendship with him immediately, calling him a perverted creep for what he had done and Ron would probably strangle him as well upon finding out that his best friend had busted a nut inside his girlfriend’s navel.

Harry then continued “So I hitched a ride under your school clothes while you went to have breakfast at the Great Hall. Then I saw those squirming chocolate frogs that you love to indulge yourself so much on with you pouring a whole box of them into your bowl and then scoffing them at the breakfast table next to Ginny”.

Hermione giggled and remarked “I love those little sugary critters so much. I have been devouring them since my very first year. I will never forget the very first chocolate frog I had at 11 years old on the train on my first day at Hogwarts. It felt so good squirming in my mouth and tickling my belly from the inside”.

“So long story short,” said Harry sheepishly, “I accidentally fell out of your school clothes and then fell into your bowl of chocolate frogs. Then you fucking ate me along with the very last chocolate frog. I have spent the last 7 hours going through your entire fucking digestive tract! I have seen such unspeakable things!”

“Merlin’s fucking beard!” gasped Hermione with horror. “You mean to tell me that the tiny little extra lump with the last chocolate frog I pinched was actually you! Fuck, I am so sorry Harry I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s ok!” smiled Harry. “I forgive you!”

“Wait a minute!” she gasped with horrified tears in her eyes. “My digestive tract digests literally everything it comes across indiscriminately! How the fuck did you survive my digestive tract?! Oh my fucking God, it's so fucked up that you could have been transformed into a bit of fat on my ass and the rest of your bones and ingestible bits I would have shat out into the toilet along with all those chocolate frogs! 

“Well Hermione……” explained Harry “Professor Lupin taught me an invincibility spell in my third year that protects me against all death-defying situations apart from the Killing Curse. Along with that spell Expecto Patronum to ward off the dementors. In fact, he taught me a lot of spells you probably don’t know about Hermione!” he boasted proudly.

“Humph!” scoffed Hermione, jealous of the fact that her best friend knew a bunch of spells that she didn’t know.

“So, I ended up in your rectum after completing the entire length of your digestive tract, watching those chocolate frogs get completely digested from start to finish under Lupin’s invincibility spell and then you almost buried me in your shit!” continued Harry. “Then I had to use another one of Lupin’s spells which was the rapid air expansion spell to force you to fart me out so that I wouldn’t drown in your shit.”

“Fuck!” gasped Hermione with her lip trembling. “You have gotten a lot more intimate with me, seen my most private areas and witnessed my most unspeakable bodily functions. Poor guy. If you want, I can wipe the entire incident from your memory with my wand so you don’t have to remember it. You probably have fucking PTSD!!”

“Um no Hermione, that’s all good, I think I would actually prefer to remember it,” said Harry sheepishly, holding his hands up. “I think I would rather remember it as a moral lesson to be more careful with Professor McGonagall’s shrinking spell next time”.

Looking down at her black knee-high school socks, Hermione said “Hold that thought for just a second Harry”.

Looking at Hermione in morbid curiosity, Harry saw Hermione slide her sharp fingertips into the cuffs of her black knee-high school socks and then began to pull back.

Slowly the black high-knee socks began to peel themselves off, first her shins and then her yellow-pinkish-creamy heels, followed by her soles as her socks began to unravel themselves inside-out, revealing pale white sweaty moist flesh with a pungent aroma of salty vinegar and a hint of rotting cheese which had been brewing all day for 10 hours straight. Repeating the removal process with both her feet, Hermione giggled as she had to yank a bit harder to pull it off her clenched toes, with Harry hearing the sharp snapping of sock threads from her pointy toenails getting caught on the loose black threads of the toe section of her sock. 

Raising both pungent knee-high socks to her face with her gripping them tightly in her fist from their midsection, Hermione then sighed and wiggled her moist sticky toes, airing them out as she let her bare feet soak in the cool evening air.

“Ahh…...” she sighed. “That feels good to let the old dogs out and barking again…….”

 Harry leaned over to take a closer look at her bare feet from the edge of her bed and then gave a shrill scream upon realising that it was smeared in Nargle blood and guts. Purple-coloured blood and flesh were smeared all over her toes and in between her toes with bits of gut and intestine wedged in between her toes, mixed in with her greyish black moist toe jam and sock lint along with shards of skull and even bits of liver and tendons wedged under her unpainted toenails, forming a nice layer grime line of purplish black toe cheese under her cuticle. Even the underside of her sweaty creamy white soles was gruesomely stained a shade of light purple.

Getting a whiff of sweaty unwashed vinegary foot flesh as Hermione brought her black knee-high school socks to the bed, Harry then caught a scent of decomposing flesh and guts coming from deep inside her black knee-high school socks. Looking at her in horror, he then saw her tip over her black high-knee school socks in such a way so that the opening cuff of her socks was facing upside down, resulting in Harry seeing dozens of dead mutilated Nargle corpses to rain down upon the crimson-red gold-striped bedspread right in front of him with a wet fleshy sloppy noise.

Harry screamed as he felt microscopic droplets of purple Nargle blood splatter his body as the ravaged pile of meat and Nargle corpses accumulating in front of him started forming a bloody puddle stain. Looking at their corpses in horror, Harry was horrified to see many of the bodies had been completely ripped open, allowing him to see their mangled purple guts, organs and intestines gruesomely half hanging out of their body. Some of the body parts were severed heads and limbs and other times it was smushed imploded faces with the facial muscles and tendons pushed out to the sides of their face like spaghetti due to the implosion from the pressure of Hermione’s toepads and sweaty moist sole pressing down on their fragile tiny bodies. But what was really disturbing to Harry was just how small and young some of the corpses were. They looked like literally fucking children!

How could his childhood best friend who seemed so sweet and nerdy could be so depraved at the same time?! 

“Shame I don’t think any of them made it…...” shrugged Hermione as she looked at the dumped pile of lifeless corpses deposited right in front of Harry from her black knee-high school socks. Looking back to her blood-stained toes and bare feet, she then giggled and remarked “Though feeling their stupid little fucking bodies pop like juicy grapes and feeling their soft flesh smush under my soles and squelch in between my toes as well as their blood moisturising my soles felt so nice and really cushioned my steps inside my shoes! It felt so good on my feet like a new massage!! It was all nice and soft like hamburger meat!”

“Hermione…...” croaked Harry with horror. “How could you massacre so many of them like that?”

Rolling her eyes and reaching over for a box of tissues on her nightstand drawer near the head of her bed and then pulling a few out before leaning over and crudely squishing the piles of Nargle corpses into the wad of tissues in between her fingertips, she then remarked:

 “Harry, Harry, Harry. Didn’t you listen to anything they taught us about Nargles at the end of fifth year during the magical creature’s class? Nargles are literal fucking parasites that suck out and absorb the magical energy out of witches and wizards by breaking into their homes and wreaking havoc on their property along the way like mosquitos.  If you are exposed to Nargles over a long period of time they could suck out all the magical energy out of you and you could end up like a fucking muggle! Just like my parents!! No offense………...And they breed like literal rats as well with them having litters of up to 50 children! If anything, I am doing the magical community a favour by conducting pest control!”

 Gathering up all the Nargle corpses in between the wads of tissues in between her fingertips, she then crudely scrunched the tissue into a ball in her fist, resulting in mashing their blood and guts together into one big ball with the white tissue turning a light shade of blood-stained purple with droplets of blood oozing out of the tears and fissures in the tiny torn sections of the tissues. In one swift movement, she then threw the tissues containing the mashed Nargle corpses into the cream-coloured metal waste bucket bin next to her nightstand drawer, which was filled with pieces of scrap paper and used pink chewing gum.

Looking back to Harry she then stood right over him on the bed, who sat on the G-string of her panties, looking at the sticky wet purple Nargle bloodstain right in front of him on the crimson and gold-striped bedsheet, where the Nargle corpses had been deposited just moments earlier. He then looked up to see Hermione’s completely exposed lower half including her puffed-up dribbling pussy and curly-trimmed bush of brunette pubic hair hovering right over him.

Grinning at Harry with a horny expression on her face, Hermione remarked “I think that’s enough time for the little froggy to be in my holding cell, don’t you think Harry?” 

“The fuck are you talking about Hermione?” asked Harry, completely baffled by her statement.

With Horror, Harry watched as Hermione fished two of her sharp fingertips, which was her pointer finger and middle finger, before diving in between her puffy wet labia lips and started squirming her fingers around in there and moaning a bit as they moved around inside her vaginal opening, with the top of her palm brushing up against her clitoris and clitoris hood at the top of her vagina.

‘Holy fuck, is she actually fingering herself in front of me?!’ thought Harry to himself.

But when he saw a cum-soaked chocolate frog’s leg slowly slide out from her labia lips after being prodded out, with her slimy fingertips clenched around its ankle, he gasped out loud “What the actual fuck Hermione?! Did you seriously shove a fucking chocolate frog right up your fucking pussy?!”

“Yep!” giggled Hermione haughtily to Harry. “It's another way to eat them if you know what I mean.  They make the perfect tiny little dildo you know!”

With a final yank, she pulled the chocolate frog’s entire body from her gaping moist dribbling pussy with a spray of her cum erupting in a small burst and her outer and inner labia lips prying open like a vice to reveal her gaping red vaginal opening which had a web of cum stretched across its breadth, with her clitoris and clitoris hood, which was at the top of her vagina, red and swollen.

Raising the unconscious chocolate frog to her face, Hermione noticed that the chocolate frog’s body was so fat and swollen from it absorbing so much of her cum that its belly had swelled up to a diameter so that it looked like it was pregnant with tadpoles, just like those certain rare species of frogs that gave live birth rather than lay eggs. Its chocolatey brown skin was now faded with crusts of Hermione’s dried up white cum flakes which was peppering its body like scales. Dangling it from its back leg by her two fingertips, which were clenched around its ankle right in front of her face at her eye level, she then began shaking it back and forth like a rag doll.

“Hey!” she frowned with her pouting her lips. “Are you still alive?”

All Harry could do was sit there on the G-string of her white panties, sprawled on her bed, and watch in shock.

“Oh my god, are you dead!!” she sneered. Pouting in a mocking sad frown, she added “Well that’s no fun. I wanted to play with you a little more before I was done….”

Hearing a painful raspy croak being emitted from the poor chocolate frog, followed by nervous twitching from its sugary replicated muscles, she grinned sadistically and stated “Wait I think I can still feel you twitching a bit…….” Grinning even wider with her showing her pearly white hungry gnashing teeth with a sexual hunger in her eyes, she exclaimed “There is a bit of life left in you……… that I can crush out!!”

Letting go of her tight grip around its ankle, the swollen pregnant cum-soaked chocolate frog shrieked as it plunged downwards in vertical free fall before it landed painfully on the hard grey stoned floor, with a painful wet smack right in front of her blood-stained bare feet, with it coughing up globs of Hermione’s white cum from its throat and flying out of its gaping mouth upon impact. Looking upwards with naked terror in its eyes, it saw the gargantuan form of Hermione Granger looming over it with her completely naked from the waist down and her raw and exposed wet twitching pussy and curly brunette bush of her pubic hair shining in its full glory with her torso covered by her white school shirt and tie and her looking down with a sadistic smirk in her eyes.

Gurgling a bit of spit in her throat, she then spat a large glob of bubbly thick spit with frightening precision right at the chocolate frog’s head with it sailing right out of her plushy pinkish-red lips and plunging downwards in a parabolic arc right towards the chocolate frog situated in between her two bare feet. The chocolate frog shrieked as its face was splattered in sugary coco-saturated saliva with the texture of her spit slowly melting part of its face off due to its enzymic properties and Hermione’s spit slowly bubbling away at its chocolatey face skin and flesh, creating a gaping crater on the right side of its face.

“Bullseye!!” sneered Hermione.        

Hermione then decided it was time to finish it off and raised her colossal barefoot over the writhing chocolate frog crawling away at a snail’s pace painfully.

Looking upwards towards the heavens for the last time, the chocolate frog saw the horrifying hovering bare sole of Hermione’s left barefoot hovering directly above it, with her flexing her toes menacingly like gigantic worms. It was able to see the blood stains and guts from the Nargles that was smeared all over her wrinkled sole and toepads as well as bits of guts wedged in between her toes along with sock fuzz and a moist sweaty vinegary aroma with it seeing her mocking grinning face far above it like the moon in the sky in between her toes.

“Goodbye little froggy,” she remarked. “You were so fun to play with”.

SQUISH!!

Hermione then brought her foot down and moaned in horny pleasure upon feeling the wet burst and pop of milk chocolate blood and guts, spit, and cum all over her toes and sole and feeling the wet squelch of the grotesque mixtures of all three of these combinations in between her toes and acquiring under her toenails and cuticles as well as the sticky fluid moisturising her wrinkled sole. Seeing the chocolate frog’s fat swollen cum and spit-soaked body literally burst like a balloon and saturate her barefoot in its fluids as well as creating a wet splatter region around her barefoot from the force of the explosion by the stomp of her barefoot then caused her to slide her fingers back inside her labia lips and start fingering herself, with her gently closing her eyes. Sliding her fingers around her vaginal opening and then moving up to her clitoris to start rubbing it, she then started twisting and grinding her bare foot over the chocolate frog’s broken squashed body, feeling the hard shards of its chocolate-like bones and skull crumble and grind into powder under the heavy ball of her foot with a series of sickening loud crunches.

After a minute of being in the horny moment, she then stopped fingering herself and removed her bare foot from the squished remains of the chocolate frog, then turned to Harry.

“Hey Harry, sorry I got a little carried away in the moment…….” she began and then gasped upon seeing something in Harry that was dripping in between his legs and splattering right in the middle of the G-string of her fucking white panties.

“Harry……. Fucking……Potter……” she snarled.

Harry had a massive rock-hard erection and was oozing white sticky precum from his open glans light pinkish penis slit opening, with drops of it splattering onto the G-string of her white panties upon seeing Hermione’s intimate session with her little sugary snack and his shaft sticking right out like a flagpole in front of his body.

“Did you actually bust a fucking nut for what I just did?” she gasped. “Damn, I didn’t know you were such a dirty little pervert Harry!”

“I can explain!” shrieked Harry, with his face turning bright red like a tomato and him covering his dripping, cum-soaked dick and swollen balls with his hands shamefully, to hide just how turned on he was.

“Wait a minute, I don’t need to fucking explain myself to you!” he retorted angrily with him frowning and glaring at her. “You’re the crazy bitch who was just fucking sexually torturing her food! That’s even more fucked up than anything my subconscious did!”  

“Your subconscious, huh?” inquired Hermione with her cocking her head at him in curiosity, before the gears in her head started turning and her saying “I am starting to think your little shrinking accident wasn’t such an accident after all…….”

“What do you mean?!” gasped Harry in horror. “Of course it fucking was!”

“Oh really?!” retorted Hermione, with her narrowing her eyes and glaring at him and adding “I mean think about it! It seems too much of a coincidence that you shrunk yourself right in my gigantic presence and were at the complete mercy of my gigantic body and actions while you were scaling it. And to top it all off, you just happened to fall in my fucking breakfast bowl of chocolate frogs out of all places!”

Her pupils began to widen as the gears kept turning in her head. “Holy fuck and then I just happened to eat you and you didn’t exactly put up much of a fight for a wizard in a life and death situation who had his fucking wand with him the whole time! Did you want to go through my digestive tract Harry?! Ewwwww did you fap your tiny dick in there and jizz in my stomach and intestines!! I can’t believe I have your fucking jizz inside of me!!”

Glaring at him with a disgusted look in her eye, she inquired “Do you have some sort of giantess fetish kink Harry? A desire and fantasy to be shrunk and dominated by giant girls? Boy, Hagrid is going to have a fucking field day with this if I tell him! His mother was an actual real natural-born giantess you know!! You must have been in paradise when Professor McGonagall taught us the shrinking spell the other day!! Especially when she was teaching it to all the girls in our class!!”

“For fucks sake….” Harry muttered under his breath.

Angered by what Harry had just cursed under his breath, Hermione snarled and remarked “You know Harry, you are being incredibly arrogant for someone who literally just jizzed in their female best friend’s panties. At least I apologised for what I did! You on the other hand haven’t even said sorry!”

“I don’t need to apologise for something I just can’t control!” replied Harry in embarrassed anger about his uncontrollable erections and orgasms.

“Well excuse me Mr. Chosen One, I couldn’t control anything I did at my gigantic size or even my digestive system either, when I was completely unaware of your tiny presence and yet I still apologised!” snarled Hermione. “It sounds like you have become too fucking big for your ego-sized boots with your haughty arrogance for your celebrity status and having the title of The Boy Who Lived. I think that it's fitting that you were reminded of your vulnerability when you shrunk”.

She then added, “And you should be thanking me for the fact that it was me who found you and decided to take a closer look at you and not someone else. For example, just imagine if it was Ginny who found you! Do you know how much she hates Nargles Harry?! Even more than I do! She would have squashed you under her toes, mistaking you for one without even taking a second look, especially if it was morning and she just groggily woke up!”

 Hermione then smirked at Harry and then winked at him seductively and grinned “I think it's pretty fucking hot though that you are turned on by your best friend Harry. Hmmm, maybe I won’t snitch to anyone about the humiliating trip you had across my body and the inside of my guts at your shrunken pathetic size as well as your puddle of perverted shame!” she giggled looking down at the tiny puddle of cum on the inside of Hermione’s G-string white panties accumulated right below his dribbling reddish-white dick, groin and swollen balls “if you do this one favour for me…….” 

“What?” gasped Harry, completely baffled by what Hermione was saying.

“I think your cute little dick will really enjoy it!” she snickered. “Don’t worry I fucking swear on my life I will keep this between us”.

Frowning in confusion, Harry looked at Hermione’s gargantuan moon-sized head hovering above him with her car-sized hazel pupils zoning in on him with her messy Amazonian jungle of brunette tangled hair cascading over her shoulders. “Yeah, I am still not getting it…...”

“Ok then!” she giggled. “Looks like I will have to show you!”

Watching in horny fascination and shock, he then saw Hermione start unbuttoning her white school shirt and loosening her Gryffindor coloured crimson red golden striped school tie before sliding her white school shirt off her shoulders and then squeezing her head through the open noose of her tie before then throwing them both off behind her gracefully in one swift movement onto the cold hard grey-stoned floor of the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory. Harry’s jaw dropped open as he saw Hermione completely nude in her full glory and her birthday suit, with her perky melon-shaped tits, erect nipples, bare shoulders, creamy white torso skin and exposed navel now fully visible in front of his perving eyes. It was a sight Harry thought he would never see unless he started dating her but with his best friend Ron now dating her, he thought his chances had pretty much fallen to zero.

“I want you to fuck me Harry!” she giggled. “And I think your cute little dick wants to as well!” upon seeing his uncontrollable erection perk up again.

“You can’t be fucking serious Hermione!” gasped Harry. “I am the size of a fucking bug. There is no way I will be able to bang you at this pathetic shrimpy little size!”

“Oh, come on Harry!” groaned Hermione. “Hagrid’s father, who was a regular-sized wizard, managed to impregnate Hagrid’s giantess mother, who was 10 times his fucking size!”

“I think you are forgetting that Hagrid’s bitch of a mother abandoned him when he was just 3 years old because he was too runty for her, despite him reaching more than 8 feet tall as an adult as well as the fact that her husband being too much of a weedy little shrimp for her!” retorted Harry. “Besides, Hagrid’s father was the size of a small rabbit compared to his wife, while you on the other hand are more than 1000 times my size! There is no way my microscopic dick will fit inside your giant vaginal canal; it's fucking three times the width of my entire body!”

Hermione smirked seductively and said, “I have a way of making it work….”

“And besides, you and Ron are dating anyway!” explained Harry, trying to explain to Hermione why this was all so morally wrong. “If I fuck you, it will be like stabbing him in the back and that seems like an extremely shitty thing to do! Plus, how do you think he will feel when he finds out that his best friend and his girlfriend cheated on him?! He would strangle me on the spot!”

“Harry we are not actually having romantic lovemaking……” explained Hermione, trying to justify herself and what she was about to do. “It’s not like I want you to be my hubby who cares for my babies. This is more like sport fucking, to satisfy each other’s horny urges as very good friends do. You can think of it as best friends with benefits!” she snorted with laughter upon her analysis of their sexy friendship. “And it’s not like Ron will ever find out about all this anyway”.  

“Oh!” gasped Harry. “Is that what we are? Friends with benefits?”

“Hold that thought Harry…...” said Hermione, leaning over his miniscule form with her immense presence with it casting a shadow over him and then hovering and pointing her wand at his head, which was around 10 times the length of his entire body, like the size of a large tree.

“Penio-Cranium!!” she chanted out loud.

Harry felt a weird tingling sensation on his head, followed by his scalp bubbling and boiling like jelly, before the bushy black spiky hair on his head vanished. Suddenly he felt something growing like an outcrop from his bald scalp, with it extending outwards for at least two head lengths in a girthy cylindrical shape, before it converged into a wrinkled meaty top. Frowning in confusion, Harry then looked towards Hermione’s mirror in the distance a few feet away from her bed towards the centre of the Gryffindor girl’s dormitory and then gasped in horror when he realised what Hermione had done.

Hermione had transformed the top half of his fucking head into a literal fucking penis. Making him into a literal dickhead.

“What the actual fuck have you done Hermione?!” he shrieked, shaking his tiny fists in rage.

“Well, I have solved the problem of you being able to please me when we fuck each other, haven’t I?” shrugged Hermione. “You have a much bigger dick to please me with now!”

“Hermione, fucking turn me back right now!” snarled Harry. “I look like a disgusting fucking freak!”

“Sorry to tell you this Harry, but the only way to get rid of that massive cock on your head is if you cum from it……….it can’t be reversed by a wand……” explained Hermione sheepishly. “And it is almost impossible to jerk off that monstrosity with your bare hands without twisting your limbs into a knot so the only way to get rid of that is if you fuck me”.

“Are you fucking kidding me?.........” Harry grumbled under his breath.

“I should probably add that despite you knowing some fancy spells from Professor Lupin that I don’t know about, I still have mastered Professor Mcgonnall’s shrinking spell despite only learning about it just last week,” explained Hermione. “Since I know you haven’t gotten the hang of it, I know for a fact that you don’t have a fucking clue on how to grow yourself back to normal but I do! So, the only way you are growing back to normal is if you do exactly what I say like a good little boy!”

“Are you blackmailing me, you sly bitch!” retorted Harry in an angry but playfully banter manner.

 “Yes!” she grinned cheekily.

“Okay then…...” sighed Harry with defeat. “I suppose I don’t have much of a choice. “Let me dive into your pussy and get this over with. At least I will sort of enjoy it…...” he shrugged, looking down at his erect normal cock in between his legs. 

But to his utter horror, he saw Hermione turn around and point her bare milky white symmetrical plump ass cheeks to him, with her parting them wider to reveal her twitching anal splinter, which was the very same asshole that he had just been farted out of less than an hour ago, with Hermione turning her head back and jeering at him and her flexing the fat on her ass cheeks proudly, which now had the addition of a little bit of extra fat from those chocolate frogs she had devoured for breakfast this morning.   

“Pussy!”  snorted Hermione with cheeky laughter. “Who said anything about pussy?”

Harry shrieked with horror as her arm extended out behind her and her left hand snatched him off the G-string of her panties in one swift movement, with her sharp fingertips and soft plushy white pinkish creamy fingerprint pads squeezing his minuscule bug-sized body like a vice in between her forefinger and thumb, before it started edging him closer and closer towards her hungry twitching asshole.

“What the fuck Hermione!” shrieked Harry. “We never agreed to do anal!”

“Oh Harry!” giggled Hermione. “You should know that I’m the kind of naughty dirty girl that vastly prefers anal! Besides I can’t take the risk of you impregnating me and having a fucking bastard child! The entire Weasley family would execute me for being a Witch who engaged in adultery as well as Ron’s heart breaking when he realises that his kid is actually fathered with his best friend and his wife! And I have never heard of a girl being impregnated through anal sex or a kid ever being conceived through anal sex……”

With a final scream, Harry’s magically modified mutated dickhead along with Hermione’s sharp fingertips plunged right into her tight puckering asshole.

As Harry sailed right in between the forbidden canyon of Hermione’s ass crack he could actually feel the dick on his head twitching and tingling in anticipation as it approached her puckering hellish black anus with his second normal bodily proportionate dick in between his legs sticking out like an antenna and sticky precum oozing out of his red glans penis slit, with his erection so strong he could feel himself getting another case of blue balls. This meant he was actually having two erections at the same time, meaning he was going to cum twice, which was quite a surreal incredible feeling. As the sides of Hermione’s fingers pushed her ass cheeks out a bit further apart to make way for their large width along with their shrunken sex toy, out of the corner of Harry’s eye as he rapidly approached Hermione’s black-pinkish abyss of her asshole, he could see the slimy inner walls of her pinkish white brown ass crack that was smeared in sweat, reeking of decomposing shit with specks of brown faecal matter, and microscopic scraps of toilet paper peppered to the walls.

Hermione bit her lip in horny anticipation as she prepared for Harry to anally penetrate her.

Harry’s dick-shaped head was swallowed up by the meaty ring of Hermione’s pink puckered asshole with it wrapping around the bottom half of his face and neck like a plastic bag, with the wrinkled circumference of her anus and her stretchy rubbery pink brown clammy skin pressing right down onto his screaming mouth and nose, snuffing out his high-pitched shrieks into sounds of muffled groans. His penis-modified head fit perfectly inside like a key going into a keyhole, with its shape perfect for pleasing every single receptor along her sensitive anus, causing more juices to ooze out of her pussy and dribble down onto the stone-cold floor and causing Hermione to hornily moan in delight.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” moaned Hermione in delight. “Squirm in my ass Harry! Taste my shithole!”

As Harry’s head was stuffed right inside Hermione’s anus for a good few seconds, he could feel the chocolate skull shards and soft squishy eyeballs from that chocolate frog, that Hermione had used as a butt plug earlier in the day before its head got popped like a fucking cherry due to the excessive squeezing from her tight asshole, getting smeared all over his face as well as his head getting turned around like a screwdriver by Hermione’s colossal fingertips that were turning his body around 360 degrees inside her butt crack to make sure he was hitting every single one of her sensitive anal receptors, making him quiver with disgust and humiliation. He could also sense that while the lower half of his body was hanging out of her asshole he could feel the bottom half of her grooved fingertips gently fondle his furry testicle sacs and erect cock in his groin area while the penis on his head was beginning to swell up like a balloon due to the magical semen building up inside of it due to it being rubbed right up against Hermione’s sensitive anal receptors with a bit of milky precum leaking out right out of the top of Harry’s head in the centre through the slit of his modified glans penis. As Harry groaned as Hermione continued fondling his balls and swirling his head around inside her anus out of the corner of his eye, he could see that gigantic set of brown semi-moist turds that Hermione had been cooking in her colon all day, which were partly made of the chocolate frogs that he had shared the breakfast bowl with, slowly edging their way towards him as they began to grotesquely slide their way towards him further down her rectum.

“For fucks sake Hermione!” Harry shrieked in between muffled groans with him thrashing his head around and slamming it against the sides of her slimy anal canal. “At least finish taking your shit first before you shove me up your fucking ass!”

His thrashing around inside her asshole caused the rubbery circumference of her pink anus to squeeze even harder like a vice on his head, resulting in his head being soaked in moist anal gooey slime and wracking his head with bruises and discomfort, while Hermione’s anal receptors twitched even harder with delight as Harry’s rubbery erect penis head was pressed up even harder against them. As Hermione’s asshole clenched even harder on Harry’s head, she moaned even louder with delight and then swivelled his head around even more, with the lower half of her fingertips still playing with his normal erect cock flapping in between his legs.

“Such a good little boy!” she snickered. “Why don’t you kiss it? And lick it while you’re at it?”

Harry very reluctantly, in a bid to end this disgusting perverted ordeal as soon as possible, decided to kiss Hermione’s rubbery pink inner anus and then slide his tongue across it with a long hearty lick, tasting the revolting taste of shit and salty anal slime that almost made him vomit and hurl with disgust.  

From this point onwards, things got completely fucking insane.

With a sharp yank, Hermione yanked Harry’s modified penis head out of her tight asshole, causing him to gasp a mouthful of fresh oxygen and spit out a mouthful of gooey anal slime.  Then with another shriek, Harry was plunged right back inside in between Hermione’s butt cheeks and dunked right back deep into the asshole of the horny 16-year-old witch, with his penis head repeatedly ramming right up against her twitching puckering anus. This yanking and ramming process continued to repeat several times over the next several minutes, increasing in frequency and speed as Hermione’s moans grew louder and louder with her fingering her vagina and rubbing her clitoris with her other hand while Harry’s penis head began to swell up with more and more magical cum like a water balloon and his dick in between his legs was growing harder and harder by being flicked around by Hermione’s fingertips, with his testicles tingling painfully with another case of blue balls.

In and out.  In and out.  In and out.

The wet slop and suction noise could be heard as Harry’s penis-shaped head continued to ram repeatedly into the wrinkled pink meaty ring of her asshole, with his entire head being soaked in a moist mixture of her shit and anal slime.

Finally, the threshold was reached.

Harry’s penis-shaped head erupted like a volcano inside Hermione’s slimy pink anal canal like Mount Krakatoa as a torrent of sticky white cum was violently ejaculated from the top of his head where his glans penis tip slit was. Every single square millimetre of the surface area of her inner anus and lower rectum was covered in a layer of sticky fresh cum with it mixing with her anal slime and dripping from the roof of the anal tunnel and little creeks even trickling along the bottom wall. The massive brown wall of Hermione’s crap that was lodged in her rectum was coated with a thick blanket of Harry’s sticky white cum with drying up semi-solid balls and strings of cum hanging from the brown sticky surface of her shit from the forward-facing wall facing towards him.

As Harry’s mutated dick head orgasmed inside Hermione’s asshole, the feeling of her anal receptors getting flushed with his jizz and filling her butt with his love sent her into overdrive. She violently orgasmed a puddle of vaginal fluids from in between her puffy reddish white swollen labia lips right onto the grey stone-cold floor from in between her legs, covering the hand she was fingering herself with her sticky fluids while she let out one final deafening moan from deep inside her throat, which transformed from low pitch to high pitch.

“Ngggggggghh………AAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Hermione moaned, panting hornily with her tongue hanging out.

And there was a little aftertaste in store for Harry as well ……

Harry, who felt an incredible euphoric tingling climax from the top of his head from his first orgasm, was about to experience a second orgasm just seconds later, a feat done by no wizard before, nevertheless at the mercy of the very same girl. The fondling of his dick and balls in his groin area in between the lower section of Hermione’s fingertips caused him to jizz a load of thick hot white cum as a smaller thinner stream, compared to his modified mutated penis head, all over Hermione’s fingertips, with its seeping into her grooved fingerprints. The sheer violent orgasmic jolt from just how turned on he was from Hermione caused the testicles inside his scrotum to retract inwards into his body with a sharp jolt, causing a searing hot tingling pain from the sheer intensity of blue balls being generated after being so aroused for such a long period of time. This caused Harry to gasp out in a euphoric horny yelp during both orgasms with his heart rate accelerating rapidly with sweat trickling down his forehead and all over his body and him panting heavily due to the energy being drained out of him.

Hermione, who felt the sticky sensation in her fingertips after feeling Harry bust a nut after she played with his normal throbbing cock in between his legs, snickered and remarked “Oh Harry!! You dirty naughty little fuckboy!”

Slowly sliding and plucking out the naked 16-year-old wizard from in between her naked white plump ass cheeks and the realm of her butt crack, who was also soaked in a mixture of anal slime, shit and cum, she first fished around in her butt by swirling her fingertips around a bit with him latched on the end before bringing him up to her face, which was etched in a massive grin with her feeling Harry’s fresh deposited cum squelch in her anus and rectum, with droplets of it in her butt crack as well.

Dropping him into her open creased creamy white palm of the hand she had been fingering herself with while she had Harry’s head up her ass, which was still covered in sticky drying vaginal fluid stains and crusts, she slowly raised her hand to her grinning face, with Harry tumbling into a sitting position from the jostling around. Feeling his scalp bubbling and writhing again like soft jelly, his deflated penis head, which was smeared in dried magical cum from its recent orgasm, bubbled away since it had fulfilled its single use purpose and his black forest of bushy black spiky hair soon regrew on his bald scalp, making him sigh in relief as the freaky monstrosity on his head disappeared, making his head revert back to normal.  

“So…….” she giggled. “Did you have fun in there? I know I sure did!”

Hermione then used her free hand to playfully slap her bare white creamy plump ass cheeks, causing the fat on them to vibrate and jiggle like soft jelly with them now even meatier due to the additional fat from the bowl of chocolate frogs she had devoured for breakfast earlier.

“Oh fuck yeah, my ass has never felt so big and sexy and satisfied before!” she moaned with delight, jeering at Harry with a gaping maw of pearly white teeth and the flickering of the thrashing red lumpy slobbery carpet of her tongue behind it. Harry shuddered when he saw it since he knew exactly what it was like to be inside her maw and gullet after completing the round trip of her digestive tract from start to finish.

Frowning at Hermione he said in a very serious tone, “Let’s not speak of this ever again or tell another living soul as long as we live. Especially Ron. We will take this to our fucking graves”.

Hermione giggled and replied “Don’t worry! It will be our little secret cutie!”

Lowering Harry in front of her melon-sized tits, with the light brownish nipples of them sticking out like needles, she sneered, gripped the underside of her right tit with her free hand and then started jiggling and moving them around in slow circular motions causing her soft elastic tit flesh to jiggle around like two enormous bean bag cushions, with the vast scale and shape of her tits looking like the Hindenburg blimp.

“Next time I think I will let you play around with my titties!” jeered Hermione. “I mean I think you already spent some time with these delicious perkies earlier today! I think you would want to cuddle and snuggle up with these soft tasty cuties again!” 

“Next time!” gasped Harry with shock. “There will never be a next time! I am never using Professor McGonagall’s shrinking spell ever again!”

Hermione smirked and replied “Ok. But I will and just remember that I have mastered it. I mean come on, we have both seen each other in our birthday suits already…...” she snickered with her flexing her nude body in front of Harry, resulting in Harry’s face turning bright red like a tomato and trying to cover up his awkward nakedness and shame with his hands. “And for the record, I think you’re much cuter at this size. I am starting to see why Hagrid’s mother had a kink for tiny wizards……”

“Yes, yes, Hermione, I fucked your fat ass with my tiny fucking mutated head!” snarled Harry angrily. “I kept my end of the fucking bargain, can you just grow me back to normal size now!”

“Well……” snickered Hermione with a cheeky smirk and a seductive wink. “Not yet….”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” screamed Harry at the top of his lungs, shaking his tiny hyperventilating fists with rage. “THAT WASN’T PART OF THE DEAL?! WE HAD A FUCKING DEAL!!”

“Ugh, don’t start blowing your fucking stack at me and running your fucking mouth…...” groaned Hermione in annoyance with her rolling her eyes. “I am going to revert you back to your normal size eventually. But right now, I need to drop you off at the Prefect’s bathroom. You have a special date with Ginny, Mister Chosen One!”

Harry at first groaned, wishing he had never shared the password to the Prefect’s bathroom that poor Cedric had given him before he was brutally and tragically killed by that snivelling coward and slave of Voldemort Peter Pettigrew with his social circle of friends but then his eyes widened when he heard Ginny’s name.

“Wait a minute!” he gasped. “Ginny Weasley was the one who wrote that cute anonymous secret admirer love note asking me to go skinny dipping with her in the Prefect’s bathroom?”

“Yep!” replied Hermione proudly. “She has been crushing on you so fucking hard ever since her first year, which from your perspective was your second year. Especially after you rescued her from the Chamber of Secrets”.

“Oh!” said Harry, with his heart fluttering with excitement and his stomach filling with butterflies, over the moon and giddy with the fact that Ron’s sweet little sister was in love with him. “In that case grow me back to normal size and I can make my way over in a jiffy! No need to drop me off!”

“That’s just the thing Harry….” giggled Hermione mischievously. “She wants you to be tiny and doll-sized for her to play with in the bathtub as a special condition. To make this night extra memorable. Especially for you. She just wants her wet gigantic soapy naked body pressed up against you while cuddling. So, I am going to grow you back a little bit but not to your full size just yet….”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” snarled Harry.

“Oh, and one more thing…...” smiled Hermione with a sly grin. “I might have taught her Professor McGonagall’s shrinking spell and how to master it, despite it being a 6th year spell and her being a year younger than us. So, you know, she doesn’t need to come after me all the time to shrink you down to your cute little size….”.

“No!” gasped Harry in horror.

As he stared bitterly across the Gryffindor’s girl’s dormitory with the flash of crimson red and golden striped bed curtains, bedsheets and blankets with the girls’ beds neatly arranged around the perimeter of the pentagonal-shaped room, the half-opened trunks sprawled across the floor with their school supplies and clothes, and the large Gryffindor lion logo encrusted carpet draped across the centre of the grey stoned floor, he wondered how many of the other students, especially the girls, that Professor McGonagall had taught the shrinking spell to, would misuse it for their own horny fantasies.

In fact, he seriously wondered now what was even the point of teaching them the shrinking spell. Apart from self-defence, attack, convenience for quick transportation of stuff, or hiding from your enemies, he could also see it being used as a major vessel for kidnapping, captivity, slavery and domination. Even worse the shrinking spell could put the receiver in mortal danger if everyone else was unaware of the transformation and be subjected to the sheer power of their gigantic interactions. Didn’t Professor McGonagall stop to even think about these issues before teaching a bunch of rebellious irresponsible 16-year-old teenagers such a loaded and dangerous spell?

Pandora’s box had truly been opened.

He thought back to during his 4th year when he was doing the death-defying Tri-Wizard tournament, he also remembered during Professor Grubbly-Plank’s class when she only let the girls step forward and pet the unicorns because they preferred a female’s touch. In fact, he could hear her smug arrogant words loud and clear like it was yesterday:

‘Boys Keep back! They prefer the woman’s touch, unicorns. Girls to the front, and approach with care, come on, easy does it……...’

In fact, Harry was a lot more fearful of what the girls would do, compared to the boys with the acquired knowledge of magical shrinking. And he knew that the witch’s brain was wired completely differently compared to the wizard’s one. The unicorns that Professor Grubbly-Plank had brought in his fourth year had clearly demonstrated that. So he knew that they could be a lot more creative with vulnerable helpless cute tiny little men and creatures, especially when they were horny and wild as Hermione had demonstrated with her perverted nature today.

He was in for the long haul. He could be the shrunken plaything of several other girls who lusted after the Chosen One which was horrifying to think about, more horrifying than facing Voldemort any day. It shuddered him to think what each witch with a different and unique personality could have in store for him at his shrunken size.  

Harry hated Professor McGonagall. He hated her so much for teaching all the girls in his class the shrinking spell.

“Fuck you, McGonagall…...” Harry snarled under his breath as Hermione placed him down onto her bed and began to put on some new casual clothes that she had pulled out from her trunk to prepare to deliver him straight into the hands of his new temporary owner, the colossal red-haired giantess witch Ginny Weasley, to play with his tiny doll-like form in the oceanic abyss of the Prefect Bathtub, with her colossal wet naked soapy body swallowing up most of the volume of the water and his tiny body bobbing up and down in the waves generated by the movement of her colossal body beneath the waves.

It was certainly going to be a long memorable day and night for Harry Potter to remember forever…….