“Wow!!” gasped Harry as he reached the top of the bottom bedpost that he had been scaling for the past several minutes with sweat dripping down his brow while he dug his bare toes right into the hardwood of the bottom bedpost to maintain his grip. As he heaved his naked body right over the bottom wooden ledge of the bed with his bare chest and floppy dick grinding right up against it, he then flopped right onto it in a moment to catch his breath before then slowly rising to his feet to admire the sight right before his eyes.   

The Gryffindor girls’ dormitory hadn’t changed much, with it still being just as messy and scattered from the last time he had intruded on it, with all the girls’ books, potions, clothes, and magical equipment scattered everywhere around their beds, along with their half-open chests peeking out from right underneath their beds. Beds that were the size of small towns circled around him near the sides of the walls in a somewhat circular motion at various angles while being decorated in crimson red bedsheets and blankets, as well as having long, hanging, blood-red, draped curtains that were dripping down from the overhanging bed roofs, along with a bedside wooden drawer with two drawers lining each side. From Harry’s vantage point, he could see the grey stone brick castle walls and wooden floors that had the large red and golden coloured carpet featuring the Gryffindor lion in the central space of the dormitory that was being illuminated from the moonlight trickling down from the windows right near the top of the side walls.  From what Harry could tell, the girls' dormitory looked almost identical to the last time he had broken into it. 

Of course, with the only difference being that now it was completely occupied and he had broken into it in the dead of night. 

Pleasant feminine murmurs could be heard all around him as several skyscraper-sized, teenage girls in their nightwear and pyjamas tossed and turned slightly while their eyes were firmly closed in a blissful sleep, and half of their shapely bodies were snuggled right underneath the golden and crimson-coloured, Gryffindor themed blankets. He had always had somewhat of a curiosity about what really goes on in girls-only spaces when no boys were around, and now that it was fully occupied, he had the perfect chance to secretly observe. Though that wasn’t actually the main reason that he had shrunk himself down since it would have made more sense to arrive a bit earlier in the evening, it was actually for a completely different reason………

Speaking of which……...

A soft but loud feminine hum echoed right on his left-hand side, which caused him to swivel his head around in shock to the source of the immense sound. He smiled as he saw Ginny Weasley, who was now the size of a skyscraper, tucked happily right into bed in the one that was right next to the one that he was currently standing at the bottom of, with her eyes closed, along with a cute smile on her face, while the gold and crimson red coloured blanket was wrapped snuggly right around her teenage body like a cocoon. The blanket went right up to her neck with just her head peeking out, while her right cheek was pressed right into the pillow, and her IMAX-sized face was pivoted directly at him. Her fiery reddish orange hair was messily cascading all around the side of her head and pillow like a bird’s nest while she continued to dream happily, probably a dream about him, which made the tiny naked Harry Potter slightly blush red as he continued to gaze at his very first and recent girlfriend. Her shapely, just recently post-pubertal teenage breasts that were poking out from right underneath her light pink and red spotted patterned, buttoned pyjamas were pressed firmly right into the crimson red bedspread, resulting in causing it to sag inwards a little bit as she continued snuggling on the side of her skyscraper-sized teenage body with her left shoulder slanted towards the next bed that Harry was situated on.

As Harry continued to gawk at the seemingly adorable and gorgeous red haired Weasley girl, who was just a year younger than him, he then caught the glint of spit and saliva twinkling on her pinkish, plushy lips while she continued to doze off. As he continued to gaze upon those sweet, gentle lips, he then gazed down at his bare chest, which now had a purplish-blue coloured, kissy mark shaped hickey tattooed right across it that stretched from his nipple diagonally right down to his abdomen. It was a reminder of that amazing night that he had shared with Ginny Weasley in the Prefect bathroom when she had bathed with him in the bubble bath while she was the size of a skyscraper and he was small enough to fit right into the palm of her hand while they were both completely naked…….      

It had truly been a magical night in both a literal and an ironic sense and a first date with a girl that he would never quite forget ever. He remembered playing with her gigantic, nude teenage body that was lying slumped right inside the prefect bathtub partially submerged, with him swimming and diving right in amongst the soapy bubbly waves of the bathwater while exploring every single nook, cranny and outline of her ever-expansive nude body underwater while her massive twin tower sized mounds of her naked teenage tits peaked and loomed right above him and burst through the bubbly soapy waves like mountains and her erect nipples right at the top resembling building spires. As he used her naked, shapely breasts like a water slide with him scaling the springy, soft white breast flesh along with his bare feet squelching right underneath it and causing soapy water droplets to be dislodged as he scaled upwards and then slide right down the breast slope on his naked butt right into the soapy bubbly water down below from her erect nipple at the top, he had enjoyed sliding down her gigantic naked breasts so much with her gorgeous, wet soapy fiery red hair and IMAX sized giggling face looming right over him that he had repeated it several times over and over again. Later on, right at the end of their weird, magically size kink first date, Ginny had plucked his tiny, squirming naked body right from the soapy bubbly bathwater right in between her fingertips while slightly squeezing him and then given the tiny teenage boy his first ever romantic kiss, which would be a bit more memorable and rather strange and unique compared to other boys his age. She had pressed his tiny naked body right up against her massive plushy pink lips and smooched him so passionately that her gigantic lips had hugged right around his naked white skin like a vice with the spit and saliva coating her lips creating a suction, slurping force during the kiss that had irritated his skin and caused that purplish-blue coloured, kissy mark shaped hickey to be tattooed right across his bare chest. Another unintended consequence was that his naked white dick had rubbed right up against her massive bottom lip during the passionate kiss, which had caused him to unintentionally explode a fountain of his minuscule, sticky white jizz right onto her gigantic bottom lip and the tip of her colossal tongue, with her tasting the hint of peculiar saltiness during their kiss. Giggling even more, she had laughed and called it his juice and then joked about how her sweet, gentle lips had squeezed out Harry’s freshly squeezed organic juice like an orange and about how she could taste his salty little juice right on her lips……….     

It had been incredibly hot while he had gone skinny dipping with her in the prefect's bathroom’s bathtub, while he was tiny and she was enormous, with them shortly dating afterwards normal sized for the rest of the time, which was kind of boring to be honest. It had been a few months now. But Ginny wasn’t really into the whole size-kink domination fantasy as a certain other girl was; she had just asked the expert of spells, Hermione Granger herself, to shrink Mr. Harry Potter down just so that she could make their very first date extra special and memorable to cherish forever. 

All those size fetish interactions and making out with her while he was shrunk down……….it just didn’t have the same exhilarating thrill, naughtiness and panache as he felt when he was with another skyscraper-sized gorgeous girl with brown hair a few months ago who had dominated tiny, scrumptious, squirming chocolate frogs so passionately………...

He loved Ginny Weasley, yes, she was so cute and adorable and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, building a family……

But she just couldn’t push his buttons like Hermione Granger did. 

And that’s whose bed he was situated on right now.    

As he gazed upon her colossal body frame that was sprawled right in front of him, while he stood on top of the bottom wooden ledge of her bed, the first thing that he noticed was that compared to Ginny in the bed right next to her, that her body was a lot more exposed and was showing a lot more bare skin. The crimson red blanket was barely covering half of the calf on one of her legs while she slumbered completely lights out, just like a log, as she slept on her stomach, and her gigantic limbs being bent and twisted at various angles. Her eyes were firmly shut in a blissful, uninterrupted sleep while her light brown hair was messily cascaded all around her head and on her pillow like a bird’s nest, with half of her pretty face obstructed by the thick waves of her light brown hair, as well, just like a curtain. Compared to Ginny, she was wearing more revealing, skimpier nightwear, with her sporting a pair of light blue and grey striped pyjama shorts that barely reached halfway down her thighs, along with a matching, linen buttoned night shirt that seemed to be a size too small for her due to it hugging right around her shapely curves.  The blue and grey striped night shirt was barely able to contain her shapely, large breasts, which were pressed right into the crimson red bedspread firmly, resulting in causing it to sag a little just like a crater, along with it being rolled right up to the base of her breasts, resulting in revealing her bare stomach and navel. As she continued to snore with her heavy breathing sounding just like the deep rumbling of jet turbines even while Harry was standing hundreds of metres away, he then got the slight whiff of alcoholic butterbeer that had slipped right out of her plushy pink lips and was carried along on the air currents. 

‘Fuck, she’s completely wasted……’ thought Harry to himself.    

He remembered several months ago when he, Ron and Hermione were at the pub, and they all had butterbeers together. While Harry was busy trying to court Professor Slughorn for that crucial memory that Dumbledore insisted that they needed so badly to defeat the dark lord, Hermione had indirectly admitted that she had feelings for Ron when he was upset about some other guy snogging his little sister Ginny, back when Harry and Ginny hadn’t started dating yet. He didn’t know how he had missed the clear hints that Ron and Hermione had given each other over the years. Afterwards, Hermione clearly had been intoxicated, with her tipsily stumbling around and looking up at the sky a few times while walking with them in the snow before putting her arms around the both of them just before they saw the horrific cursing of poor Katie Bell from that mysterious package. 

He hadn’t been around this time when she had gotten drunk on butterbeer again; however, he knew that she had gone out with Ron at the same pub, just the two of them, given the fact that he was currently completely wasted back at their dormitory as well. Given the fact that Hermione clearly was a lot more drunk than he had witnessed when he was walking with her in the snow a few months ago, he wondered if she had binged drunk or had a much stronger cocktail of butterbeer with more alcoholic content. Which was fine, since in the Wizarding world, the legal drinking age was 16, unlike the Muggle world, which was 18. 

After the cursing of Katie Bell, Harry had figured out it was Draco Malfoy who had done it and had confronted him in the bathroom in a rage. This had led to a massive argument where Harry had used the spell Sectumsempra in self-defence after Malfoy had started attacking him. It was a spell that he had never heard of before until he had discovered it in the potions book that he had found accidentally in a closet by the mysterious Half-Blood Prince. The Half-Blood Prince’s potions book had been a prized possession of his, and this was how he had become the number one potions student in Professor Slughorn’s class with him even overtaking Hermione, which had made her quite jealous much to his utter delight. Given how much interesting information was in that book, he had held on to it, that is, until he had accidentally severely wounded Malfoy with the Sectumsempra spell and left him bleeding heavily from his chest while lying on the bathroom floor, making Harry feel horrified and guilty, with Snape luckily saving Malfoy’s life just in the nick of time. He had no idea that the spell would do something that violent and ruthless. Then again, it did say that the spell was for enemies…….

Ginny had convinced him that the book was incredibly dangerous and should never fall into the wrong hands, given how much dangerous, unknown magic had been documented inside. This was just after their Prefect bathroom date, while he was tiny-sized and she was gigantic while they were both naked just after Harry had suffered the crazy full tour with Hermione and those squirming chocolate frogs. After Ginny had disposed of it somewhere in the Room of Requirement with him telling him to close his eyes so that he wouldn’t be tempted, she had then kissed Harry right on the lips while his eyes were still closed, this time while they were normal-sized, thankfully…….

But what she didn’t know was that Harry had already copied down several of the spells, potions and notes from the Half-blood Prince’s book directly into his own notebook using an enchanted quill. At first, he didn’t even care to find out who the Half-Blood Prince even was, ironically, even after Hermione had tried to grab it from him and he had refused with him hastily saying that the binding was fragile. Unfortunately, nosy little Ginny had snatched it from behind his back before he could even react and then proclaimed to everyone in the room loudly that all the stuff in the book had been written by someone called the Half-Blood Prince.

This had all changed when he had made a really shocking discovery in the Half-Blood Prince’s book…...

It was on page 26, a modification of Professor McGonagall’s shrinking spell that he had used earlier combined with several other durability charms, some of which were from Remus Lupin that he had used last time while touring Hermione’s digestive tract along with some new potion that he had never heard of or documented anywhere before as well to give him further durability and even allow limb regeneration and instant healing, which wasn’t an option last time. Apparently, the potion’s ingredients were rather simple in terms of the number of ingredients with it consisting of powdered rock that had been heated in a dragon’s breath that was known as Dragonstone, along with screaming mandrakes, the hair of the person to whom the potion would be applied to and finally the blood of Nargles, all mixed in with water. Most of these ingredients weren’t too hard to acquire, he had just borrowed some powdered Dragonstone from Hagrid, mandrakes from Professor sprout, a strand of hair from his own head and finally the blood of Nargles that he had just fished right out of their squashed corpses while rotting at the bottom of the waste bucket after Hermione had crushed them to death underneath her gigantic toes and sweaty bare soles while being imprisoned deep inside her shoes and socks from last time. Luckily, Nargle corpses took a long time to decompose, so some of their sticky purple blood was still salvageable even after several months.   

But what had really been shocking was the Half-Blood Prince’s personalised notes of what exactly he had used the modified shrinking spell and additional durability for!! Apparently, he had used it to shrink himself down and spy on the red-headed Lily Evans (Potter) herself, Harry’s own mother!! He had been absolutely shocked when he had read those particular notes!! The shrunken half-blood prince would apparently stalk and spy on his late mother back when she was a teenager with a clearly creepy obsession and full born lust for her!! He had no idea that the Half-Blood Prince was in the same cohort as his parents!! Did his mother know the Half-Blood Prince? It seemed evident that they did!! Did he shrink himself down just to get that euphoric high of macrophilia due to the fantasy of seeing his mother as a giantess, rather than making himself invisible, which would have made more sense and been easier if he just wanted to spy on her?      

Due to this revelation, he had then decided to copy down as many notes from the Half-Blood Prince’s book as possible. If there was some sort of connection between this mysterious Half-Blood Prince and his own late mother then he just had to find out who he was!! Which was ironic because originally, he had no interest in finding out who he was; much to the disgust of Hermione since he just wanted to be the top student. But now that had all changed, given the fact that there could be some personal connection to himself now. It seemed that he had some similar perverted interests with the mysterious Half-Blood Prince as well, given the fact that they both enjoyed shrinking themselves down to spy on giantesses!!

But that could all wait for tomorrow once he got his own euphoric high from touring Hermione’s insides again, tonight………...    

‘Okay, let’s fucking do this…….’ thought Harry to himself as he leapt down from the top of the wooden ledge right at the bottom of Hermione’s bed.    

As his bare feet sank right into the crimson red bedspread, he then rebounded upwards like he was on a trampoline due to the springy surface of the mattress that was right underneath the thin fabric layer of the bedsheet. He actually bounced up and down a few times while going forwards in bounding strides just like a kangaroo, until he managed to steady himself. From there onwards, the surface of the bedspread felt more like soft sand, with him having to walk in slow, long strides to prevent himself from tripping over his own feet as the mattress sank down right up to his ankles with every step. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a huge looming figure just a few metres away from his perspective that was around the height of a three-storey building. It was a wall of expansive, pinkish, white, wrinkled skin that had a hardened, curved base right at the bottom of the mass that sank somewhat into the mattress and crimson bedsheet like a shallow crater impression, along with five squirming digits right at the top that were around the length of his entire body. As he continued to gaze upon the massive structure in front of him, he then realised that he was looking at the bottom of Hermione’s gigantic, outstretched, bare foot, which was connected to a colossal white pillar of bone and flesh stretching out right behind it that was her leg before then disappearing right into the cuff of her grey and white striped pyjama shorts. A distinct scent of musky sweat mixed with dirty, earthy rainwater reached his nostrils from Hermione’s bare foot while being carried along the air currents that was posed right in front of him like fumes that made him shudder with disgust. 

As Hermione mumbled a bit in her sleep and out of instinct curled and wiggled her unpainted toes, Harry then noticed a tiny, squashed black ant that was plastered right at the bottom of the toepad of her big toe. He could see its corpse all squished and almost completely flat just like a pancake, along with a puddle of its squeezed, brownish guts surrounding its mangled body, which were seeping into the dozens of toeprint grime lines. Droplets of her foot sweat trickled down right from the tips of her toenails and then smeared all over the ant’s severely injured body in its trajectory as they travelled all the way down to her bare heel that was leaving a slightly wet imprint on the bedsheet where it rested. As Harry studied it curiously, one of its mangled legs actually seemed to be twitching a bit too much for something that was supposed to be dead, making him realise much to his utter shock that it was still alive. What was even more shocking to him was that it actually seemed to be making eye contact with him somewhat through its beady black eyes, with it twitching and squirming even more vigorously when it had laid eyes upon Harry Potter’s tiny naked frame, as if it had recognised him somewhat on a personal level. And was it just his imagination, or was there shimmering yellow magical energy right around the tiny black ant’s severely injured body?............

Oh well, it was probably nothing anyway. He had decided to just ignore it and keep going forward, with him ignoring the strange, helpless ant that was stuck on the bottom of her bobbing big toe like a piece of dirt………                 

As Harry continued moving forward across the open plain of the crimson red coloured bedsheet, he trudged closer and closer in proximity to Hermione’s torso while traversing around the sheer colossal columns of her bare white legs that were sprawled on either side of him like immense, twisted mountain ranges that disappeared into the twin cuffs of her grey and white striped pyjama shorts. The mid-sections of her calves were slightly covered by the ends of a fuzzy crimson and gold coloured, Gryffindor themed blanket that was bunched up like a low dome plateau on the left-hand side of her body, resulting in giving the impression of a coating of red and golden coloured snow from the shrunken teenager’s perspective. At this point he could feel the radiating body heat along with the muggy air tainted with her body sweat particles and wafting all around him as he edged closer and closer with him admiring the expanse that her toned white stomach displayed right in front of him on its side along with her massive twitching navel, the very same navel that he had ejaculated inside last time when he had scaled her colossal body from underneath her clothes while she was putting them on and getting dressed…..

Suddenly, he heard a deep rumbling and mumbling emanating right from Hermione’s throat, followed by a massive earthquake that shook the entire mattress and crimson red bedsheet violently on which Harry was situated on. The entire ground beneath Harry’s bare feet then began to violently sag inwards like a sinkhole, causing the shrunken teenager to slide forward right towards the centre and Hermione’s gigantic slumbering body, which was beginning to tip over him like an entire mountain range that was crumbling in a series of landslides, along with it casting an immense shadow. 

Hermione was turning over in her sleep………

“Oh fuck!!” Harry shrieked as he was buried right underneath an avalanche of Hermione’s soft stomach flesh and white skin that pinned him right into the mattress and crimson red bedsheet, along with a layer of her sticky night sweat that was soaking every single part of his tiny, shrunken naked body. All of his screams were smothered as her clammy, white skin smothered right over his screaming, open mouth with the fleshy mass muffling most of his cries. As Hermione began to snuggle and further settle her body weight right onto the bedsheet on the front of her stomach, her sheer body weight pressed Harry’s tiny frame further and further into the mattress, with the bed springs creaking underneath her and it forming an impact crater with him at the epicentre. All he could see was the never-ending expanse of white tummy skin like an endless desert in every direction, along with the soft white fat and flesh compressing right on top of him like a sandwich presser.  But luckily for him, since he had taken all of Remus Lupin’s durability charms combined with the instant healing of the Half Blood Prince’s potion, he didn’t have to worry about being suffocated to death let alone the oxygen being squeezed out of his lungs, broken bones, ruptured organs or internal bleeding. Though it was still really uncomfortable with his entire tiny, shrunken naked body throbbing with pain as he began to wiggle right underneath her bare stomach like a worm in a desperate effort to get out from underneath Hermione’s body as she continued to slumber and smother the unintended collateral damage right underneath her shapely frame on her front side. It was also not helped by the fact that Hermione’s stomach was rising and falling in a synchronised motion due to her breathing, which was causing Harry to be pressed into and out of the mattress in a short, sharp, pumping motion, resulting in further discomfort for Harry. 

At one point, Harry wiggled directly underneath the twisted knots and swirls of Hermione’s navel that he had accidentally deposited his load in from last time while scaling her gigantic body as she got dressed. While being smeared in some fuzzy grey, and slightly moist belly button fluff, his dick accidentally slipped right into Hermione’s navel once again, resulting in him accidentally getting another erection and then wiping some pre-cum from the tip of his cock slit inside his foreskin that had leaked out. Groaning in embarrassment, he then continued wiggling forward while being pinned underneath tonnes of Hermione’s body flesh like a blind worm, with him having no concept of direction or how to get out from underneath Hermione’s massive body. 

Then Harry wiggled underneath Hermione’s blue and grey striped linen buttoned shirt and slid right in between the breast cavity of the twin mounds of her breasts, which were firmly pressed right into the mattress without a bra to support them. Some of the pressure was relieved, but it was still incredibly hot and muggy down here, just like a tropical rainforest with the air saturated by Hermione’s night sweat, along with his naked body brushing right up against the tit flesh of both gigantic breasts on either side of him. Even in the near pitch-black darkness, he could see the outlines of Hermione’s nipples pressing right into the mattress, resulting in causing deep sagging craters on both sides of him, along with a thin flat pathway right in between and the side walls of immense white breast flesh and the blue and grey striped fabric roof from her night shirt hovering right above him that were forming a tunnel of sorts. The sight brought back flashbacks of when Harry had wiggled right inside her bra and then had her gigantic nipple press right into his mouth and entire body while getting dressed for class during the last shrinking incident.  He shuddered as he could still taste the rubbery teat with a milky, fluidly aroma along with the pillowy, rubbery texture of her breast pressing right up against his naked body, even though it had happened several months ago……….     

By sheer luck he had managed to wiggle right out of the top end of her breast cavity towards an opening in her blue and grey striped, linen buttoned shirt, leaving both twin mounds of her gigantic shapely breasts behind and his tiny naked body popping right out of the V-neckline of her buttoned, blue and grey striped night shirt, which had the top two buttons undone right at the bottom rim of her pillow with him then climbing up right onto the central area of her pillow. An expanse of light brown, slightly curly hair surrounded him like a thick forest, with him standing in the small clearing of her fluffy white pillow. When he looked at his left hand side he was greeted by her massive, gorgeous, IMAX sized face with her eyes pleasantly sealed shut and a soft closed smile plastered right across her massive, pink, plushy lips while the deep rumbling of her breath could be heard and felt all around him as she sucked air in and out rhythmically through her nostrils that were big enough for him to crawl inside, along with the stench of alcoholic butterbeer on her breath, now stronger than ever given the fact that he was a lot more closer to the source, her massive maw…….

As Harry continued to gaze upon her massive, mesmerising closed smile, suddenly a puff of wind slipped from right in between Hermione’s butt cheeks that were encased inside her blue and grey striped pyjama shorts. While the fart that Hermione had released as she dropped her guts would be barely audible to the average-sized person, with it resembling one of those ‘silent but deadly farts’, it was still loud enough for Harry’s tiny ears to pick up, due to his tiny size, like a plane humming off in the distance. The stench that followed, however, was rather unpleasant with an odour of rotten eggs and half-digested barley from the butterbeer reaching his nostrils after several seconds, with the noxious fumes wafting hundreds of metres away and travelling from her rounded butt cheeks along the air currents right up across the expanse of her body to her pillow, where her gigantic head rested, resulting in making him almost hurl with disgust. 

PFFFFFTTT!!! 

“Ahhhh……Much Better” sighed Hermione in her sleep as she dropped her guts in relief and released a clenched fart that she had been holding and had been trapped inside her colon all day, while one of her massive hands dove right into the back of the waistband of her grey and blue striped pyjama shorts and then scratched her white butt cheeks and crack with her sharp fingernails. Then her massive pink, plushy lips began to pry open, revealing her massive, pearly white teeth with each tooth being more than twice the height of his own body……….

Harry inched his way forward, closer and closer towards her slowly parting maw that seemed to be having a rather hypnotic trance on him and revealing an incredible fortress of front incisors, canines and molars right at the back of her mouth in twin U-shaped rings, along with a searing warm breath wafting all over him that reeked of alcoholic butterbeer. The stench of her breath was so strong it was almost as if Hermione was pushing butterbeer from her mouth directly into his own while their lips were interlocked, with him being able to taste it in his own throat, tongue and lips. As he continued to suck in and inhale the muggy, alcoholic mouth particles from her breath all around him even in the near total darkness, he could see the outline of her gigantic, slobbery red tongue that was twitching like a kraken like serpent behind the fortress of pearly white teeth along with the dangling pendulum right at the back of her throat that was hovering right above the entrance to her oesophagus. Due to the trickles of moonlight that was coming from the top windows of the dormitory, he could even make out the squelching, inner, light pink cheek skin on the sides of Hermione’s maw that were oozing with spit and saliva. 

The sight of all these features in her gigantic, sleeping maw gave Harry flashbacks of when he was pinched helplessly right against the much larger, squirming, chocolate frog right in between Hermione’s sharp fingertips from the last time he was shrunk, where she had swallowed him along with the sweet amphibian in a single gulp. While witnessing all her chewing molars and canines tearing that poor helpless chocolate frog, the feeling of her spit and saliva oozing all around him and getting thrashed along like a ragdoll on the surface of her slobbery red tongue had been terrifying, it had also been very exhilarating, with it turning him on in a way that he could have never ever felt before…….

The sight of her prying, open, sleepy, gigantic maw made those forbidden urges stir deep inside him again and drew him even closer in a hypnotic trance. Now he was so close that his big toe was just touching the side corner of her massive bottom lip that was pressed right into the pillow……...

Spoke too soon…….

A sudden suction of air inwards right into Hermione's open mouth, with her for some reason deciding to take a breath with her mouth then causing Harry to suddenly lurch forward, with his feet becoming airborne and his lower body propelling forward just like a feather fluttering in the air while he felt himself falling backwards at the same time. Harry shrieked as the entire lower half of his naked body right up to his chest was now lying right across the curved girth of Hermione’s massive bottom lip, which was moist with a layer of spit and saliva, along with it being soft and springy and a slight lumpiness due to the hundreds of lip crevices and folds on her pink lip skin.  

His turmoil was about to get a lot more wild as the sensation of a tiny figure tickling her bottom lip caused Hermione to slightly giggle; however, from Harry’s perspective, the giggle sounded more like it was bellowing from a set of loudspeakers due to his sheer proximity of her vocal cords in her throat, along with being combined with Hermione’s gigantic size. Then Hermione began to close her gigantic lips again out of pure instinct to gain a greater sense and taste of what exactly was the little thing that was tickling her massive bottom lip with her gigantic, pink, top lip coming down right on top of him like a clam shell…….

Harry gasped as Hermione’s top lip gently clasped right on top of his bare chest with the lower half of his naked body imprisoned right inside her maw, while the top half of his body was hanging just out of the clasp of her massive, expansive pink lips. An audible squelching sound could be heard as her gigantic lips pressed right up against his naked white skin and gave him a cool, moist, gooey sensation while Hermione’s spit and saliva were smeared all over his body from her lips, resulting in depositing some of their fluids. He could also feel his bare feet kicking right up against the hardened enamel of her bottom row of incisors, which thankfully were just out of the reach of her chomping bite of the top and bottom row of her teeth, so he didn’t have to worry about his limbs accidentally being severed if she decided to bite down. Then again, he had the instant healing ability of the Half-Blood Prince’s potion, so he didn’t have to worry about that, but it still would be quite painful……...

That’s when things really began to get heated………

Upon feeling the tiny thing pinned right in between the hugging embrace of her gigantic, massive pink lips, Hermione then began to gently suckle on Harry’s lower body just like a lollipop or a dummy in a baby’s mouth. Harry gasped as he felt rivers of spit and saliva sloshing all around his tiny naked body, along with the white skin on his bare chest area that was pinned right underneath her massive top lip starting to become inflamed and slightly purplish like she was giving him a hickey due to the prolonged pressure and constant suction and slurping of her mouthy fluids. At first, Harry wondered why the Half-Blood Prince’s potion wasn’t healing the hickey that was formed, but then figured out that it must have had some exceptions, for instance, for enjoyable ‘love bites’ and was only reserved for serious life-threatening injuries.  Then he realised, much to his utter horror, that the gigantic kissy mark that Hermione was giving him was directly on top of the one that Ginny had delivered him during their very special first date in the bathtub of the Prefect bathroom with Hermione’s hickey gradually rubbing away Ginny’s one……...  

Then his ordeal got heated tenfold as Hermione, while mumbling and continuing to suckle on Harry’s tiny, naked body in her sleep, then began to snake the tip of her tongue out like a kraken-like serpent from the U-shaped fortress of her bottom and top row of teeth that was parted slightly open and then dive right in between Harry’s tiny legs. Harry gasped as he felt the tip of her gigantic tongue begin to lap up right against his naked junk, with him feeling the sensation of her lumpy tastebuds adding even more sensation along his cock shaft, which was now fully erect, throbbing and flexing around in excitement. His scrotum, testicles, curly pubic hair and dick were all drenched in Hermione’s spit and saliva as the tip of her tongue continued to play with his family jewels and then flick them around in all sorts of different and unique directions while never depriving him of the incredible sensation………

“Nggggghh……...Nggggghhhhhhh……...Fuck………” Harry cried out in a series of admittedly cute moans as Hermione continued to orally pleasure his lower region while being completely unconscious and unaware of the whole perverted ordeal. Cum oozed right from the tip of his naked pink cock slit and then dribbled right down his cock shaft until droplets plopped right onto the tip of her tongue with Harry’s jizz getting absorbed right in between her lumpy, squelching tastebuds. In her sleep, Hermione murmured happily as she felt a peculiar salty taste on her tongue with her longing to taste more of that salty goodness without her even realising that she was tasting Harry’s cum. As a result, the constant tongue flicks and plays with his precious family jewels only became more and more vigorous with Harry starting to squirm his entire tiny naked body in pure, unintentional pleasure while within the hugging embrace of her gigantic plushy pink lips due to the intense pleasure writhing throughout his entire tiny naked body with him even kicking his tiny legs and the sides of his bare feet, resulting in them banging right up against the hardened enamel and causing some painful discomfort. At one point, he even started slamming and punching his tiny fists right against Hermione’s gigantic top lip that was immobilising him in a desperate effort to stop her forced blow job but to no avail. 

Then he just couldn’t help himself, he released……... 

“Nggggghhhhhhh……...Ahhhhhhhh……….” Harry softly grunted as he ejaculated a thick torrent of his cum as a flurry of strings right onto the tip of Hermione’s colossal tongue that was lapping at his junk right in between his legs with further dribbles of cum oozing right down his cock shaft. His tiny naked body was dripping with sweat, along with all his muscles aching and throbbing as his entire body tensed up due to the force of his climax and him now exhausted and limp just like a rag doll. An immense slurping and suckling noise could be heard as Hermione’s tongue eagerly slurped up Harry’s minuscule load of fluids that was oozing and absorbing right in between her lumpy tastebuds with her humming in delight upon feeling a prolonged salty goodness right on the front section of her tongue that seemed to be lasting longer the more, she suckled on the little thing right in between her lips and prodded the little, softening, firm rod that was poking right into the tip of her tongue . This was due to the tip of Hermione’s tongue further prodding and poking at Harry’s tiny, now flaccid dick in an effort to extract and squeeze out any remaining traces of his cum that was oozing right out of his cock tip and then right down his cock shaft with the droplets of cum sticking to her squelchy, sticky lumpy tastebuds right on the end of her tongue like a fly on a frog’s tongue. 

“Mmmmmmm……. Yum!! Yum!! Oh Yum!! Yummy!!” Hermione moaned happily in her sleep with her giggling to herself as she savoured the salty goodness right near her lips within her maw. Then, out of pure instinct to savour more of the delightful salty goodness further deeper within her mouth and different areas of her tongue, she then began to slurp both of her gigantic lips and the entire front section of her tongue inwards more, with her dragging the tiny naked teenage boy clenched right in between them right across the curvature of her lips. Poor, little, naked Harry Potter slid smoothly right over the curved girth of Hermione’s lips as easily as she was slurping up a piece of noodle or spaghetti………...

“Mmmmmmph!!!” Harry shrieked as his tiny naked body was dragged right into her maw with his white skin effortlessly sliding right across the moist, slippery surface on both sides of his body. For a moment, he was stuck right on the tip of her gigantic, slobbery, red tongue just like a fly that was stuck on the end of a frog’s tongue before it then retracted further inwards just like a conveyor belt, and Harry just passing right in between the sheer monoliths of her pearly white teeth that was hovering above and right underneath him in their formidable U-shaped fortresses. As he passed behind her gnashers right out of the corner of his eye, even in the darkness, he noticed the horrific outline of her plushy pink lips and gigantic rows of teeth sealing tightly shut just like a clam shell, resulting in trapping him completely inside her maw and sealing him from the outside world.

For a few more moments, Hermione continued to play with the tiny shrunken teenager within her maw in her sleep, with her tossing him right against the sides of her wet, squelchy inner pink cheek skin and soaking him in even more saliva, while her cheeks were slightly inflated, along with a moist suckling noise being heard. Showers of saliva rained down right from the roof of her mouth in long gooey strings and further soaked him in even more mouthy fluids before her tongue bucked upwards again, resulting in him being pinned right up against the roof of her mouth with his tiny dick pressed right in between two lumpy tastebuds. This resulted in him feeling a second climax and him ejaculating some further remains of his jizz right onto her tongue as she rubbed him vigorously in slow circular motions right against the roof of her mouth with his naked butt and back pressed right up against her palate. Hermione giggled a bit as she felt some further delicious salty goodness accumulating on the deeper sections and areas of her tongue with her happily slurping on his fresh juices before she played with his tiny naked body even more and then knocking him right up against the backsides of both U-shaped rows of her bottom teeth and front teeth. The hardened enamel felt rather uncomfortable and was not helped by the fact that it was coated in a thin layer of grime from her previous meals, as well as pieces of food wedged right in between her teeth consisting of various vegetables, meat, bread and of course, chocolate frogs, those creepy, squirming, chocolate frogs that he had become all too well accustomed from last time. The tooth grime was smeared all over his tiny naked body like a grease as he was banged right up against them, which was rather unpleasant and gross, while Hermione’s cheeks and closed lips continued to twitch and inflate as she played with the living morsel in her mouth, while fast asleep. 

But of course, playtime had to come to an end soon………

The rivers of spit and saliva were once again flowing in one direction, right towards the back of her mouth, along with the gigantic slobbery red tongue that he was situated on with him bucking upwards again, but this time in a smooth motion, with the tip of the tongue pressing right up against the roof of her mouth in the front section of her mouth. This resulted in Harry rapidly sliding backwards as the gradient slope increased tenfold, with his tiny naked body bumping and jostling a bit as it slid right over the moist, lumpy tastebuds that were prodding and poking right into his bare white skin. This could only mean one thing since he was familiar from what had happened to him the last time that she had swallowed him along with the remains of the chocolate frog alive in one gulp. 

Hermione was beginning to swallow……….

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 hovering directly above him, which then dropped fat drops of gooey saliva directly on top of his head, resulting in him being completely drenched in her fluids. He soon realised that he had passed directly under her uvula, which could only mean one thing.

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

It was a sensation that he was all too familiar with from last time. He started to feel that naughty exhilarating rush again…...

This time, however, he didn’t scream or thrash around in a panic. Instead, he just closed his eyes with a relaxed smile on his face and fully confident that all of his protective charms and the Half Blood prince’s potion would protect him as he let his tiny body be carried along by the slurping forces of Hermione’s mighty gullet, with him then passing over the sharp bump of flesh where Hermione’s tongue met with the start of her oesophagus. Once again, he was violently catapulted downwards just like going over the edge of a waterfall and then plunged into the bottomless pit down below with the sounds of huge suction and slurping noises all around him…...

GULP!! BURP!!

Outside, Hermione mumbled in her sleep and giggled a bit, with her snuggling her head further into the pillow as a visible tiny lump moved right down her white neck before disappearing into her chest and bosom. Then she let out a satisfying soft wet burp in her sleep that reeked of alcoholic butterbeer and sounded more like a muffled hiccup.   

Since Hermione was lying horizontally towards the force of gravity as she slumbered on her bed, the way Harry travelled down her oesophagus would be slightly different from last time. Instead of free-falling downwards with his trajectory being aided by the force of gravity, this time he would be pushed along purely by her overwhelming oesophageal muscles as he remained stuck within the tight, moist red tunnel that reeked of fermenting, half-digested food and was dripping with her throaty fluids. That was until the circular ringed wrinkled walls of her oesophagus pulsated and squeezed inwards in short, sharp squeezes in an almost synchronised fashion to push him further down along right towards her stomach. It was a strange feeling to be travelling in a horizontal motion this time, with the pink slippery walls that were twisting, bubbling, and writhing in circular pulsating rings in a synchronised motion and repeatedly pressing right into his body along with wet squelching pops over and over and over again. The crevices and folds right in between the pulsating rings of flesh were even leaving welting red sores on his bare white skin all over his body as they pressed right up against and stuck to him before being ripped off again to push him along to the next set of oesophageal muscles further down her gullet. It was like being squeezed all around his body by moist, slimy sandbags that were almost crushing his bones and squeezing all the air right out of his lungs. Harry knew that due to the Half-Blood Prince’s instant healing potion component that all the fresh, welting red sores that were appearing all over his body were disappearing just as quickly, with the painful snap of bones, partial rupturing of organs and internal bleeding being unbearably painful for a few seconds before then quickly disappearing again. He only hoped that he could hurry up and get out of Hermione’s oesophagus so that he could get to the fun part of playing around in her stomach to stop this vicious cycle of injury and healing that was being delivered by her oesophageal muscles. 

Harry decided to use his wand again, just like last time, to see where he was heading, with him pulling it out of his invisible dimension pocket right beside his naked body. 

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

Up ahead, Harry saw the sight that he was all too familiar with and looked just as grotesque as the last time that he had encountered it. It was Hermione’s wrinkled, lower oesophageal splinter that signalled the gateway right into her stomach. A gigantic, pinkish, white, circular, wrinkled, ringed wall of muscle that was around 8 to 10 times his size, which ironically looked just like a wrinkled asshole and was noisily slurping the moist air all around it since it had been several hours since any sort of food or drink had passed through it. As a result, there wasn’t really much liquid or half-digested food sludge that was flowing at a constant rate every second into it, with her lower oesophageal splinter out of pure instinct just wetly popping and squelching loudly. 

Harry Potter himself, in the flesh, would be its first morsel of food that it had received in several hours…...   

As Harry reached closer and closer to the wrinkled, ringed muscle of flesh, he then pried open and unleashed a foul torrent of gas that was reeking of fresh, strong, bitter alcoholic scent of butterbeer from her binge drinking at the pub earlier in the afternoon, along with faint hints of meat, bread, vegetables and cheese from Hermione’s previous meals from much further ago in the last few days. The gale-force gush of methane gas wracked Harry’s entire tiny body with a hot blast of pain, but due to his protection spells, along with instant regenerative healing from the Half-Blood Prince’s potion, his body wasn’t shot right out of Hermione’s gullet, which could have gotten ripped apart by the force in the process. He was so familiar with Hermione’s bodily functions after experiencing it up close, while deep inside of her, that he knew that she had just burped. Classic Hermione. How fitting……

The wrinkled centre pried open again, with it twitching in excitement and ready to receive him. He was so close that he could reach out and kiss it, along with it emanating a sticky squelchy sound and him hearing the rippling sounds of her splinter muscles. It greedily sucked him inside, right within the blink of an eye, along with him feeling the pink wrinkled rings of muscles contracting all around him. His tiny naked body was soaked in her throaty fluids that reeked of bitter and sweet alcoholic butterbeer and almost made him pass out due to the noxious fumes.  Then he gasped as his naked body was squeezed right out of the wrinkled hole with a wet plop noise and then felt himself hovering in mid-air for a split millisecond right at the tip of the top section of her stomach. 

He gasped, but he did not scream. He knew exactly what would happen next……...

This time, as he plunged downwards right towards the acidic burning ocean of stomach juices and mountains of half-digesting food sludge right below him as he entered the realm of Hermione’s stomach, he smirked and then decided to humorously tuck his arms and legs inwards like he was doing a cannonball!!

SPLASH!!

Harry plunged right into a vast lake of bubbling, yellowish green Butterbeer that was mixed in with highly acidic stomach acid that was strong enough to dissolve razor blades. Since Hermione had drunk so much butterbeer, the lake was practically covering the entire bottom surface area of her stomach, with the liquid’s level reaching around a quarter of the height of her stomach’s cavern, with the sheer volume of the butterbeer actually diluting the much more acidic stomach acid to much lower, almost lukewarm levels. There simply just weren’t enough stomach acid and other digestive juices from her liver and pancreas, which were essential for breaking down alcohol into small enough components to be absorbed into her bloodstream and carrying the excess out through her urine, which was why it was still lingering in her stomach even after several hours with her still feeling completely wasted. 

As Harry plunged right into the mixture with his entire tiny naked body sinking right below the bubbling waves, he discovered that it was much stickier and more viscous, which gave the texture that was more like muddy water rather than pure liquid, resulting in making it much more difficult for Harry to swim back up to the surface.  It was almost impossible to see underneath the dense broth, resulting in making him struggle for a good 30 seconds as he swam blindly in multiple directions before finally emerging from the surface and then taking a big gulp of air, along with him wiping the thick goo from his glasses, eyes and hair. 

Realising that it was almost pitch black in the darkness, he decided that he needed to have just a little light to see Hermione’s inner space again…….

“Luminous!! Maximus!!” cried out Harry, with him pulling his wand right from his invisible dimension pocket right beside his tiny naked body before then pointing it high up into the air desperately. A bright white light suddenly appeared right in front of him like a flashlight with it emitting everything around him in a white glow and allowing him to see his surroundings, which was the vast lake of Butterbeer and stomach acid that seemed to stretch out endlessly in front of him like a vast ocean.  The second spell increased the light by tenfold, resulting in the entire cavern of her stomach being lit up and not just having a bubble of light right around his tiny naked body, since he was familiar with just how voluminous Hermione’s stomach was compared to his puny body from his previous encounter. 

‘No wonder she’s still fucking wasted!!’ thought Harry to himself as he gazed upon the sheer scale of the alcoholic lake that he was treading inside. How many Butterbeers had she had in one sitting? It seemed like that she had more than fucking five!! 

Even though that the stomach acid had been heavily diluted by the sheer amount of butterbeer, the atmosphere inside her hadn’t changed that much from last time. It was still incredibly hot and humid with the standard body heat temperature of 37 C˚ that was drastically different from the room temperature of 19 C˚ to 20 C˚ and giving the impression that he was in a tropical rainforest. While the contents of her stomach were different from last time and consisted mostly of liquid, there was still considerable saturated moisture in the air, consisting of vaporising digesting sludge particles that were combined with the bitter stench of alcohol, fermenting sugar from the butterbeer and finally a tinge of acidic puke. The air was still saturated with hydrochloric acid particles that had an air quality equivalent of standing right next to a heavy industrial factory and was capable of shredding his lungs like razor blades, like he had smoked four packs of cigarettes, though ironically due to the dilution this was well below average than the usual air quality that would be expected inside Hermione’s stomach. He could even see the steam lines and frothy bubbles due to the butterbeer continuing to slowly react with the stomach acid all around him, digesting portion by portion, which resulted in making his own stomach churn with disgust out of pure instinct due to the outputs of the chemical reactions condensing all around his body. He could even feel himself somewhat retching and gagging just like last time. 

The bare white skin that was coming into contact with Hermione’s digestive juices was still creating a strong tickling sensation despite being heavily diluted. Although he had come fully prepared, or so he thought, he was still fazed with the fact that if he had none of Lupin’s protective enchantments or the instant healing ability that had been granted by the Half Blood Prince’s potion that he would die within seconds of splashing right inside the lethal liquid and then dissolve into lifeless red goo. 

Looking upwards, he saw the spot where he had entered Hermione’s inner space just like last time. The stomach still had the same classic shape of a slanted L-shaped bean with the stomach walls curved all around him and enclosed right around him in an oval perimeter, along with the oesophageal splinter that he had just entered through, being located high above him, right in the corner where the top stomach wall ceiling met with the bottom and side stomach walls. 

As he gazed upon Hermione’s stomach walls, several dozen metres away in the distance that were lined with a patterned array of curved folds, wrinkles, bulges, lumps, and squiggles of wobbling, quivering slimy red flesh while oozing stomach juices and digestive acids out of its microscopic pores right across their surface areas, a naughty thought suddenly popped right into his head. Upon feeling that exact same exhilarating  rush that he felt from last time when he had toured Hermione’s insides, he then smirked a perverted grin as he continued to hungrily gawk upon the liquid which trickled right down the wrinkles, creased folds, and fleshy lumps of her stomach walls and then dribbled down right into an acidic ocean of yellowish green, liquidly, soupy sludge that was frothing and bubbling with a wet burning sizzling sound.  

‘It’s not like she will ever find out what I did!!’ he snickered to himself as he began to paddle forward in a freestyle motion right across the ocean of butterbeer and stomach acid with him swimming right towards Hermione’s stomach walls with a dirty thought in mind……

When he reached the wet, squelching stomach walls with him calmly treading the liquid soup right beneath his bare feet, he then reached out to touch the surface of Hermione’s stomach walls. The multiple curved folds, wrinkles, bulges, lumps, and squiggles of slimy red flesh swallowed up his hand smoothly in one gulp, like his hand had sunk right into quicksand. The wet, slimy, red flesh squeezed and wrapped right around his hand like tough jelly, along with his hand being smeared in further sticky, slimy digestive juices. The odour of digestive acidic slime mixed in with the sugary and bitter stench of alcoholic butterbeer was so strong now that it was almost causing him to go dizzy despite his protective charms and the Half Blood Prince’s potion. The raw sensation of soft but springy stomach wall flesh pressing right up against his tiny naked body as he leaned completely into it caused another particular member right in between his legs to spring up with excitement despite being completely submerged in the bubbling, frothy, liquid soup…...

Harry wasn’t sure whether it was the noxious fumes that were causing him to go completely wild or the potential of the alcoholic content of the butterbeer being absorbed right into his bloodstream since he had been submerged inside it for a prolonged amount of time that was causing him to feel tipsy. But suddenly, he pressed his tiny face right into the slimy crevices and folds of her stomach wall with the squiggly rings of slimy red flesh imprinting further digestive juices right onto the bare white skin of his face as he sank further deeper inside them with them hugging right around his head. In a mad, horny fashion, he then bizarrely started French kissing and licking the surface of Hermione’s stomach walls with him tasting the acidic burning sensation of her stomach juices within his own maw like battery acid along with the sweet tang of the butterbeer and the bitter taste of alcohol that resulted in creating the most unique taste in the world that could only be produced by Hermione herself. Longing to feel her very essence deep inside himself, including his own maw, throat and lips, he continued smooching her stomach walls passionately with a series of loud wet smooches. 

MWAH!! MWAH!! MWAH!! 

But soon that wasn’t enough, and he took it one step further with him then dragging his tongue right across the lumpy, slimy surface of her stomach walls and getting an even stronger sensation of that taste that he lusted so passionately for while his head was still buried deep inside the squiggles and folds of her stomach wall flesh. That sexual thrill and rush filled his brain in such an overwhelming way that he was ashamed to say that his current girlfriend Ginny Weasely just couldn’t do, which was why he had decided to tour Hermione’s insides again in the first place, to feel that perverted lust that he had been deprived of for a few months now…….

“Oh fuck yeah, Hermione!!” Harry moaned hornily while he then began to thrust his entire body right against Hermione’s stomach walls in a series of pelvic thrusts, while his now fully erect cock was pressed right up against it. The sensation of his firm dick being squeezed and fondled around by the squiggles, folds and crevices of her stomach wall flesh as it pressed right into it and was swallowed up within the surface while the squiggles, folds and crevices hugged and pinched his cock shaft along with it being submerged within Hermione’s bubbling, lukewarm stomach acids and butterbeer filled his entire body with an euphoric high that even trumped back when he was stuck down here last time with those wiggling chocolate frogs. He could feel sticky white droplets of his cum oozing right out of his pink cock slit along with it emitting a few air bubbles while being submerged and then running right down his cock shaft like a slow erupting volcano, along with another strong case of blue balls as his scrotum and testicles were sucked right into his body. But all his repeated humping, kissing, licking and caressing of her stomach walls hadn’t gone completely unnoticed……...

Suddenly Hermione’s walls concaved inwards sharply, resulting in causing Harry to be caught completely off guard as he was suddenly thrust inwards with the motion of his tiny naked body moving right through the liquid soup churning up a frothy torrent. However, Harry wasn’t shot away from Hermione’s stomach wall right across the cavern of her stomach like he had been fired from a sling shot. This was because his bare white skin had actually managed to be stuck to the squiggles, folds and crevices of her stomach wall that was smeared in her sticky digestive juices just like suction caps or glue. Then he saw a large section of the stomach wall that had suddenly concaved inwards, which then moved around in a circular motion, making Harry realise that Hermione was rubbing her stomach unconsciously in her sleep and cementing the fact that he was inside Hermione Granger. Inside a human being.  The revelation of this notion, along with what Hermione was doing on the outside, was just enough to bring him to full climax…….

Outside the slumbering, gigantic Hermione reached down with her left hand, right down to her bare stomach that was exposed just below the rolled-up fabric of her grey and blue, half-buttoned night shirt, and then gently rubbed her gurgling stomach while giggling and mumbling to herself and then letting out a series of soft wet burps that sounded more like muffled hiccups. “Oh……. Ahhhhhh…...Something is tickling!!” she giggled and snorted in her sleep while continuing to gently rub her stomach with her sharp fingertips. She had no idea that it was actually Harry Potter himself who had shrunk himself down again, invaded her insides for the second time and was now full on humping her stomach wall from the inside and causing all those delightful tickles in her gut just above her twitching navel…….

“Nggggghhhhhhh……. Fuck!! Fuck!! Fuck Yeah!! Hermione, Oh Hermione!!!” Harry moaned out in pure bliss and pleasure with absolutely no shame that he was yelling out another girl’s name hornily while he was already in a relationship as a torrent of his sticky white jizz erupted right from his cock slit in a series of strings and he ejaculated right into the liquidly soup of Hermione’s stomach acids and butterbeer while his cock was completely submerged inside. The force of the ejaculation caused a series of frothy, bubbly torrents to erupt from his cock and then rise up to the surface, resulting in causing some further bubbling right in front of his bare chest area, where the air bubbles were filled with the strong odour of his semen when they popped. Further remnants of the more solid portions of his cum floated along the liquid’s surface with the currents and then got deposited right onto the surface of Hermione’s stomach walls, with some of it getting absorbed by the twitching folds, crevices and squiggles with the curved wrinkles of flesh wetly gurgling with delight as they received some unusual organic nutrients. 

“Ahhhhhh……...Fuck Yeah……… Much Better……... That was so nice……...” Harry sighed with relief while his body was completely exhausted and limp now, due to the intensity of his climax combined with the fact that his body had been submerged inside an alcoholic soup for a prolonged amount of time, with some of the alcoholic content that Hermione had ingested having indeed becoming absorbed into his own bloodstream through direct skin contact. As his eyelids began to feel very heavy with a sense of drunkenness washing all over him, he then decided to let himself float right onto his back and let his tiny body be carried away with the casually bobbing waves wherever they went within Hermione’s stomach. There was no harm in taking a quick nap, right? He was so tired, and he had all his protective charms along with the Half-Blood Prince’s potion to protect him anyway, right? There was surely no harm done in letting himself drift off to sleep inside Hermione while she was asleep herself, with him gently closing his eyelids and the sights and sensations of Hermione’s gurgling stomach all around him blurring and dimming out as he entered the land of nod……….

Several hours later……...

“Ugh………” Harry groaned as his bare foot hit something soft and squishy right at the bottom of the ocean of the liquidly soup that he had peacefully been floating upon on his back for the past several hours while bending his leg and knee and his foot extending downwards right beneath the frothy bubbling waves. When the sole of his foot felt the patterned array of curved folds, wrinkles, bulges, lumps, and squiggles of wobbling, quivering, slimy red flesh, his eyes widened with surprise, and he soon came to his senses with his eyes bursting into life and him suddenly pivoting his entire body forwards. 

He was surprised to discover that the vast ocean of butterbeer and stomach acid that he had fallen asleep inside was now shallow enough for him to stand fully upright with the liquid level coming right up to his stomach. The once vast ocean had now transformed into a small greenish brown lake, with it only covering a small surface area of Hermione’s bottom stomach wall and him being able to see a shoreline several dozen metres away in the distance, which now consisted of dry areas and patches of the bottom stomach wall. Most of the butterbeer over the past several hours had been fully absorbed and broken down enough into its separate sugary and alcoholic components for the villi in her small intestine to absorb them right into her bloodstream while disposing of the rest in her urine that was directed towards her bladder. Interestingly, during all of this, Harry had luckily managed to avoid being drifted towards and being consumed by her greedy, puckering, pyloric splinter on the far end of her stomach. He wasn’t sure whether it was just sheer pure luck or whether the Half-Blood Prince’s potion or any of the protective enchantments had played a hand in that. 

But that moment of tranquillity in Hermione’s stomach wasn’t going to last for very long…….

Harry’s tiny ears picked up a series of deep vibrations and rumbling in the distance, like an avalanche was approaching down a slope. The shallow lake of liquidly soup that he was still half submerged inside and now consisted mostly of Hermione’s bubbling digestive juices that had a sickly green colour then began to send a series of ripples everywhere all around him, which only became more frequent as the vibrations grew stronger and stronger. As the vibrations got closer and closer, Harry soon realised that the vibrations were actually a large, wet, gooey, half-solid mass that was rapidly rushing down a sharp slope coming down from above, beyond the stomach wall ceiling that was dozens of metres above him. The mass was also emitting a series of wet squelching pops and slurps right behind the trail of its trajectory as it moved further downwards, almost as if it was being forced down as well by a series of ringed tunnel muscles. As the stomach walls that were enveloping all around him quivered and gurgled with it gradually increasing bit by bit, along with the shallow lake of Hermione’s digestive juices bubbling and frothing more strongly and finally the oesophageal splinter located right in the corner where the top stomach wall ceiling met with the bottom and side stomach walls, that was twitching and puckering with anticipation it all suddenly clicked to Harry of what exactly Hermione was doing right now…….   

He hadn’t realised just how long he had actually slept for. He thought he had just taken a quick nap for an hour, but given the fact of what Hermione was doing right now and the fact that he had entered her insides while she slumbered around midnight, he had clearly been out for a lot longer than that………  

‘Oh shit!’ thought Harry to himself just before the impending avalanche hit. ‘I slept for too long……...’ 

SLURP!!! GURGLE!! GURGLE!!  RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!! PLOP!!

From the wrinkled ring of muscle that was Hermione’s oesophageal sphincter and located right in the corner where the top stomach wall ceiling met with the bottom and side stomach walls, erupted several, whitish yellow, long tendrils that were hundreds of metres long and smeared in Hermione’s spit and saliva along with some kind of reddish-brown sauce. The stream was relentless, with the bunched-up tendril-like masses being squeezed out just like a tube of toothpaste, along with a revolting wet, puckering and squelching noise as the width of the tendrils stretched the width of the ring of muscle right to their maximum limit. With a loud plop and squelch noise, they landed right onto the dry surface area of the bottom stomach wall, with the long, yellowish-white, gooey tendrils dribbling and stretching right down the frontside stomach wall and following the 45-degree curve and the L-slanted, bean shape of the perimeter of her stomach. As the long, yellow-white tendrils squirmed and slid right over the patterned array of curved folds, wrinkles, bulges, lumps, and squiggles of wobbling, quivering, slimy red flesh that were smearing it in more of Hermione’s digestive juices as the tendrils rubbed all over them, Harry suddenly recognised the type of food that Hermione was chowing down on, much to his utter horror given their shape and texture. 

“Spaghetti!!” gasped Harry, with him gagging on the stench of half-chewed tomato and spaghetti strands that had been mixed in with her spit and saliva that gave a distinct scent of organic, decomposing, stale wheat along with decomposing vegetable matter and the scent of dissolving meat. “She’s eating fucking spaghetti!!” 

To his horror, since spaghetti wasn’t a typical breakfast food, he realised that she must be having brunch instead, with her waking up late morning, around midday, due to the hangover that she had from the butterbeers that she had guzzled down the night before. This meant that he had been asleep for more than 10 hours…… 

His thoughts were short-lived as they were interrupted by an immense, loud gurgling and squelching noise that was louder than ever before and filled up the entire stomach cavern in which he was situated in. With horror as he glanced at the side stomach walls that were enveloping all around him, including the frontside one that he had passionately humped and pleased himself on last night, that the digestive juices weren’t just oozing down the crevices, folds and squiggles anymore: they were instead literally gushing right down the slimy red surface in fast flowing streams, resulting in creating an immense, sloshing sound all around him. The shallow lake that he was situated in soon began to rapidly rise in liquid level, with the depth increasing tenfold, and him once again being required to tread the liquid soup of digestive juices with his bare feet just to keep himself afloat since he couldn’t stand up in it anymore. Even worse, the side stomach walls all around him were also concaving inwards and outwards in a series of synchronised long and short squeezes to evenly distribute the digestive juices all around the voluminous cavern of her stomach due to rapidly arriving amounts of food that was pouring in right from her oesophageal splinter above like a sewer pipe emptying into an ocean. 

The worst thing of all was that the long, thin strands of sauce smeared spaghetti that were being deposited directly under her oesophageal splinter were forming an immense, rapidly growing mountain that was expanding outwards like a set of kraken-like tentacles that squirmed, twitched and wiggled like they were alive. Long, tentacle-like spaghetti strands reached out directly towards the tiny naked Harry Potter while being submerged inside the sea of digestive juices that were also submerging the bottom buried strands of the spaghetti mountain while oozing with red meaty tomato sauce and her other bodily fluids and churning and splashing the green bubbling liquid as it moved right through its mass while continuing to expand outwards.  As the avalanche of chewed-up spaghetti swallowed him near the bottom mass of the mountain and then buried him along within the rapidly rising waves of the digestive juices, they then wrapped right around his tiny naked body like vines that restricted his movement and caused him to shriek in pure terror. As more of the spaghetti strands buried him deeper and deeper right underneath their mass with more of the tendrils wrapping right around his torso, arms, legs and mouth that muffled his screams, he was reminded of the time that he, Ron and ironically Hermione had fallen right into the devil’s snare layer during their first year of Hogwarts while searching for the Philosopher’s stone as tweens. The spaghetti strands had a strikingly similar texture to the black suffocating vines of the devil’s snare. All the while, the ocean of digestive juices continued to rise with it now bubbling and frothing more ferociously than ever before, along with a vast fog of steam lines brewing and building up due to a particular special ingredient inside the spaghetti…….

Inside the Great Hall, Hermione had once again planted her ass right next to the fiery, red-haired Ginny Weasley while having a groggy expression on her face and having a steaming hot delicious plate of Spaghetti Bolognese topped with meaty, tomato sauce smeared, bright orange meatballs, while casually twiddling her fork right inside the mass. She then glanced around while munching on a mouthful of spaghetti in her mouth, with her noticing the familiar aspects of the Great Hall. The 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 along 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 right behind it and finally those hundreds upon hundreds of unlit floating candles hovering above everything in the great hall. In fact, she was so familiar with it at this point since she had set foot in it hundreds of times that she could probably describe it to her Muggle parents back home brick by brick, despite them never setting foot in Hogwarts.  

Since it was close to midday and Hermione had woken up around 11:30 in the morning due to her hangover, 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. After all, she had lectured snobbishly to both Ron and Harry in their first year back when they were little tweens that it wasn’t the real sky, it was just an illusion enchantment as stated in the book ‘Hogwarts: A History’.

Since it was a Saturday and there were no classes, there weren’t that many people in the Great Hall, with Hermione and Ginny being two of only eight people that were spread out right across the elongated wooden oak Gryffindor dining table with them all wearing their casual clothes. Hermione was wearing her thin purple sweater with a massive V-neckline in the front that could barely contain her shapely breasts, along with a long-sleeved grey undershirt and dark blue denims, while sporting a pair of slip-on, black and white checkered vans. Ginny, on the other hand, was wearing a plain, long-sleeved, forest green t-shirt, dark blue denims and black and white Converse sneakers with pink and white striped socks. 

Ginny frowned with disgust as she gazed upon Hermione hungrily slurping on her very special Spaghetti Bolognese and juicy orange meatballs with her cheeks bulging with strands of spaghetti and chunks of orange meatballs along with meaty red tomato sauce smeared right around her lips. She squirmed uncomfortably as she saw a long strand of spaghetti slurp its way right in between Hermione’s plush pink lips. 

“Do you ever stop eating?” Ginny chided with disgust as she noticed that this was actually the second plate of spaghetti that the greedy teenage witch was helping herself to. 

“What?” replied Hermione with annoyance in between muffled bites with her slurping right off the prongs of her fork as she continued to chow down. “I’m hungry……” 

‘Well, at least it's normal fucking food this time!’ thought Ginny to herself. ‘Not like those creepy squirming chocolate frogs that she was trying to get me hooked on……’ 

SLURP!! GURGLE!! BURP!! 

After swallowing another mouthful of spaghetti, Hermione’s stomach gave a loud groan and gurgle, with the white flesh around her navel underneath her purple sweater and grey undershirt quivering and wobbling a bit due to the rapidly arriving amounts of food. Then she gave a loud, satisfied wet burp and then snickered a bit. 

‘Ugh, I guess my brother’s gross habits have really rubbed off on her since they started dating’, thought Ginny to herself with her rolling her eyes. 

Noticing she hadn’t seen Harry all day, she then asked Hermione: “Hey Hermione, have you seen Harry today? Was he with you when you and Ron got so fucking drunk on butterbeers at the pub last night and got those massive fucking hangovers?” 

“No, actually, he wasn’t with us; it was just me and Ron, Harry said that he didn’t want to be a fucking third wheel!” replied Hermione in between muffled bites of spaghetti with no signs of slowing down. “Mind you, Ron hasn’t even woken up yet being the lazy fuck he is; he’s still passed out from his fucking hangover!! But don’t worry, Ginny, I’m sure he will turn up eventually. Probably went to Hagrid’s or something…….” 

Ginny couldn’t help but be a little concerned since no one else had seen him either….

BURP!!

Ginny scowled with disgust as Hermione let out another wet, loud disgusting burp with flecks of spit and saliva laced with meaty tomato sauce and microscopic traces of spaghetti flying right out of her maw, while her teeth were also stained a light shade of brownish red from the sauce. “Oh, excuse me!!” giggled Hermione as she gently clutched her noisy, gurgling stomach that was even louder now while panting and sticking her tongue out, much to Ginny's shock. It was literally piping red hot with the tip and front section of her tongue, even emanating some steam and crackling with some fiery embers. “Three-horned, Bulgarian flame beef really packs a fucking punch with its spice!! It makes my entire gut and throat feel like it's on fucking fire and really sends my entire gastrointestinal system right into fucking overdrive!! Triple the strength of even the Carolina Reaper!! But it’s worth it due to how delicious it is!!” she giggled as she gently rubbed her gurgling stomach in an effort to try to soothe it, which was going through a piping hot turmoil of constantly churning inside due to this very special ingredient that made up some of the sauce and was the primary ingredient of those very spicy orange meatballs………

Meanwhile, inside Hermione’s stomach……...

“Fucking hell!!” screamed the one and only Harry Potter right at the top of his lungs before another large, gigantic spaghetti strand that was smeared in sauce and microscopic pieces of orange meatball fell right on top of his face, resulting in muffling his cries. Desperately, he then tried to claw and squirm his way right towards the light near the top of Hermione’s stomach wall ceiling while being buried under dozens of other gigantic strands of spaghetti with the pinpoint of light that he could see right at the top through the gaps of the spaghetti strands being generated by the floating light orb that had been cast and created by his wand’s luminous spell. It was however becoming close to impossible to reach it as more of the spaghetti strands wrapped right around his arms, legs and torso like slimy putrid vines the more he twisted and squirmed his tiny naked body around with the mountain of half chewed spaghetti that he was buried under only growing in size as fresh, half chewed spaghetti was ejected right out of Hermione’s oesophageal sphincter with a wet plop and puckering sound that was showing no signs of stopping or slowing down. The spaghetti strands dribbled right down the 45-degree curve and the L-slanted bean shape of her stomach and absorbed more of the digestive juices from the curved folds, wrinkles, bulges, lumps, and squiggles of wobbling, quivering, slimy red flesh lining her stomach wall as they slid right down the stomach’s perimeter before finally being swallowed up by the ever-expanding base of the spaghetti mountain that was marinating in her bubbling stomach acid. But the most disturbing thing of all was the rapidly rising bubbling waves of her greenish stomach acid that were quickly submerging the bottom strands of spaghetti near the base of the mountain, with the submerged spaghetti strands ejecting a series of frothy bubbles as they quickly reacted with the digestive juices and then began to dissolve. Harry was desperately trying to keep one step ahead of the rising stomach acid that was constantly lapping at his bare feet while frantically pushing all the gigantic spaghetti strands right out of the way that were snagging all around his body and trying to drag him down towards the now much more acidic ocean of stomach acid. 

Finally though, he just managed to reach the top of the yellowish white, slimy spaghetti mountain with Hermione’s stomach wall ceiling just below his head, and him so close now that he could reach up and touch it, along with the floating light orb that had been created by his wand and was lighting up the whole stomach cavern at eye level with him now.  Luckily, the level of the much more potent stomach acid had stopped rising now, with the liquid level finally reaching 75% of the height of the side stomach walls, and the top part of the spaghetti mountain peeking out from beneath the green, frothy, bubbling acidic waves. 

As Harry’s bare feet sank right into the slimy, thick strands of spaghetti right up to his ankles, with each yellowish white strand being as thick as one of his arms, he quivered with disgust upon feeling the meaty tomato sauce and bits of piping hot orange meatballs mixed in with Hermione’s digestive fluids getting smeared right across his bare white skin. 

He was just about to find out just how far his protective charms and the Half-Blood Prince’s potion were going to be pushed right to their very limit……

Due to Hermione’s extremely strong stomach acid gradually eating away and dissolving the bottom part of the spaghetti mountain in which it was completely submerged, it then began to become unstable. Slowly, the large spaghetti mountain began to collapse and then break apart into smaller chunks. 

Suddenly, the top part of the surface area of the spaghetti mountain that Harry was standing on, right near the peak, collapsed with the slimy yellowish white spaghetti strands suddenly rushing down the slope of the mountain as a large mass like a landslide right towards the shoreline of Hermione’s bubbling, frothy, green, stomach acid. Poor, helpless, tiny, naked Harry Potter was swept right along with the flow of the landslide, with him screaming all the way as his tiny naked body, which was trapped right near the top section of the sliding spaghetti strands and were stuck all over his body sunk right below the bubbling, green, frothy waves with him as collateral damage. 

SPLASH!!!

As Harry’s tiny naked body sank right below the greenish brown acidic waves along with all the fragmented pieces of spaghetti strands around him, a searing burning pain then flooded his entire body. An extremely painful sensation that shouldn’t be this strong since he had thought that all his protective enchantments and the Half-Blood Prince’s potion would somewhat numb the pain. He had thought that he had come well prepared and knew exactly what to expect with him just riding his way, like last time when Hermione had scoffed herself on magical squirming chocolate frogs just as she was gouging herself on spaghetti right now!! But spaghetti bolognese was a somewhat normal, non-magical food from the Muggle world!! Why were her stomach juices so unbelievably acidic this time around? 

As he burst right through the greenish acidic waves of Hermione’s stomach acid while treading it with his bare feet and coughing and spluttering while being surrounded by smaller spaghetti mounds all around him like pacific islands and half submerged mountains, he then pulled his hand right in front of his face and then gave a shrill shriek. 

His hand was not there anymore. 

Instead, all his white skin and most of his flesh had been melted off, revealing the bare bones of his hand as a skeleton hand, along with pieces of hot, acidic brownish red flesh that had still managed to stick to the surface of his white bone, along with some muscles and tendons resulting in showing its pure grisly blood and gore. Watching in fascination, he gasped in awe as the instant regenerative healing of the half-blood prince’s potion kicked in with fresh, red flesh growing rapidly all over the bones of his hand, and finally, the white skin covering it like a wrapped blanket, resulting in restoring his hand to its full capability.

Looking down at his torso that was submerged right within Hermione’s stomach acid, he gasped in shock as he saw that a part of his chest and torso had been dissolved along with the inner skin and flesh resulting in revealing his organs and ribcage to the raw destructive power of Hermione’s stomach acid and explained why his torso was in so much pain. He could see his own beating red heart, his pink lungs that were inflating and deflating with every breath that he took and even his own gurgling stomach, ironically through the gaping hole in his torso that reached deep down right into his body cavity. Due to the protective nature of Professor Lupin’s charms and the Half-Blood Prince’s potion, luckily, Hermione’s stomach acid wasn’t dissolving his own vital organs and seeping into his own body cavity since he knew that severe organ damage would be fatal instantly and something that even the Half-Blood Prince’s potion wouldn’t be able to reverse. However, he noticed that as the regenerative instant healing of the half-blood prince’s potion kicked in once again, with fresh red flesh and white skin rapidly growing to cover his vital organs Hermione’s stomach acid would dissolve it again as it regenerated fully. It was like it was locked in a constant tug of war between digesting and instant healing as the half-blood prince’s potion and the wall of his protective charms were being pushed right to their very limit with him being so scared that eventually the raw power of Hermione’s body would finally overcome it if it became too much. The equilibrium between the half-blood prince’s potion and Hermione’s raw digestive power and stomach acids was a very bad sign. As he touched his face, he winced in pain as he realised that even a piece of white skin on his face, right on his left cheek, had been burned off, revealing the soft inner pink skin underneath, with the white skin regrowing now at a slower pace right over the exposed raw part. The Half-blood prince’s potion was beginning to wear out due to the exhaustion of trying to resist Hermione’s raw, destructive power……...

As Harry squirmed and writhed with excruciating, burning pain while being surrounded by a torrent of frothy, acidic bubbles and a muggy, thick fog consisting of vapourised digestive juice particles that was building up further and further, he still couldn’t understand; why was Hermione’s digestive system kicked into such fucking overdrive? 

Then, upon seeing a piece of dissolving mushy flesh from Hermione’s orange meatball float right in front of him that was piping hot with red thermal heat lines and fiery embers being able to be seen on its mushy surface, along with steam lines coming from it as Hermione’s stomach acid dissolved the extremely resistant piece of food, Harry suddenly recognised the meat of the animal that the orange meatball had been sourced from. 

“No fucking way!!” gasped Harry to himself. “She’s having three-horned, Bulgarian, flame beef, fucking meatballs and spicy, flame beef-based tomato sauce with the Spaghetti Bolognese!!” 

Three-horned, Bulgarian flame beef was sourced from an enormous type of cattle in Bulgaria known as Triple Horned, flame snorting cattle. It reached the size of an African elephant with a height of 3 metres tall, 5 metres long and could weigh as much as 7 tons, with the ability to snort jets of blue fire right out of its nostrils and sporting a vicious set of metre long, razor sharp brow horns along with a 30cm long nose horn that could also be ignited like a blue flamed tiki torch along with their brow horns when charging as described by Newt Salamander in his book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Often, many people had nicknamed it the mammalian version of a Triceratops with its blood red coloured furry coat and skin also sporting the ability to store and generate large amounts of heat to almost 100 degrees Celsius, which was the boiling point of water. Due to this particular ability, their meat had acquired quite a unique taste, with its beef prized and revered for its spicy punch as well as being valued by many food-loving witches and wizards as an upper-class food that was rather similar to caviar. This was probably due to the fact that they were quite hard to farm and slaughter due to their enormous size, as well as their fire-breathing abilities that made them quite dangerous to handle, resulting in requiring large amounts of resources to be diverted towards them when handling and rearing them. Due to their extremely high spice content, there were restrictions on their trade as well, given the fact that it was lethal for Muggle consumption since the raw heat and spice would cause their tongues to literally be burnt off and could burn a hole right through their throat if they swallowed. As a result, three-horned flame beef was quite rare to have as a meal, with Hogwarts only serving it once or twice a year when it was in season or for any special occasion. 

This explained why Hermione was making the most of it, with her scoffing down so much of it. 

Due to the heat retention properties of the beef as well as the extremely spicy punch that it packed, a person’s digestive system was kicked right into overdrive with their digestive juices reaching the maximum acidity possible in order to soothe the raw heat and spice of the beef since it was quite resistant to digestion and required quite a bit of firepower in order for it to start being dissolved.  This explained why Hermione’s stomach acid was on the verge of overpowering Harry’s protective enchantments and the instant regenerative healing of the half-blood prince’s potion; it was being pushed right to its very limits. 

She just had to eat those spicy, three-horned, flame beef, orange meatballs, did she? First, it was those creepy, live chocolate frogs and now this? She always did have quite the unique appetite for all sorts of strange and exquisite food……….

Regardless, Harry knew that despite the fact that he had initially thought that he had come well prepared, he knew that nothing could have prepared him for this. As he lay squirming and writing in Hermione’s bubbling, frothy stomach acid in unbearable pain all over his body that was on the verge of making him pass out despite all of his protective spells and the Half-Blood Prince’s potion, he knew that he had to get the fuck out of there right now….

With extreme difficulty, he began swimming right towards Hermione’s front stomach wall that was further away from Hermione’s puckering, oesophageal splinter, which was still spewing out half chewed strands of spaghetti while manoeuvring around the mounds of half-submerged spaghetti mountains that were rapidly filling up the entire volume of her stomach cavern. As they decomposed inside the stomach acid and sunk further beneath the bubbling green acidic waves, they released noxious gases such as hydrochloric gas, methane and ammonia, which made the air extremely muggy and laced with acidic burning properties…….

A dense fog was building up all around him that was around 37 C˚ and was eating away at his lungs every time he took a breath, which had also significantly reduced visibility. The air quality had now dropped to the same level as if he were smoking 50 packs of cigarettes a day, which was double the potency of last time when he had been surrounded by all those squirming chocolate frogs that were being digested alive. Every toxic breath that he took was shredding his lungs like razor blades as he gasped, while looking inside the large front opening of his torso, with the bottom lining of his lungs completely dissolved and a build-up of blood happening right above his diaphragm, resulting in him coughing and spluttering blood. He thought that he was done for, since he doubted that the Half Blood prince’s potion would be able to heal severe organ damage. However, just as quickly as his lungs were dissolved and incinerated into two deflated punctured balloons the Half-Blood Prince’s potion instantly healed them back into a healthy set of lungs, which made him realise with awe that the Half Blood prince’s potion could even cheat death itself and that whoever the Half Blood prince was must be a genius, perhaps even greater than Dumbledore himself. But his intact lungs were short lived with them only to be destroyed all over again in a vicious cycle, just like the large gaping hole in the front of his torso that was constantly submerged in Hermione’s burning stomach acid, with the agonising pain significantly slowing down his feeble freestyle strokes. 

It was quite unbelievable to him that Hermione was still chowing down on more spaghetti with her entire stomach now twisting and churning to rapidly digest the vast volumes of extra spicy spaghetti bolognese that were constantly flowing in as quickly as possible. As a result, the frothy bubbling waves of Hermione’s stomach that were emitting steamy fumes soon violently thrust him just like a rag doll right underneath and out from the bubbling liquid’s surface. Huge, violent, stormy churning waves were constantly being generated due to the bottom stomach wall that was dozens of metres below him in depth, which then began bucking up and down and side to side in an effort to distribute Hermione’s digestive juices all around her stomach cavern.

At one point, Harry accidentally swallowed a mouthful of Hermione’s own stomach acid where some of it splashed right into his own open mouth, which tasted absolutely foul. He screamed as the dissolving acid completely melted his tongue and made him swallow a chunk of his own deformed tongue while a massive hole was burned right into his throat, resulting in a gaping, bloody, gory deep wound that revealed his burnt, severely damaged oesophagus. Most of Hermione’s stomach acid had leaked right out of the large gory opening in his throat and caused some more first-degree burns on his skin that exposed the pink, raw, burnt flesh underneath as it trickled right across his bare chest, but some of it managed to travel right into his own stomach, where it reacted with his own minuscule stomach acid and caused his own belly to swell up like a balloon before it violently exploded. This resulted in scattering bits of navel, flesh, white skin and the remains of his stomach right into the ocean of Hermione’s stomach acids that it was submerged inside and leaving a large gaping bloody hole right in his lower torso where the top half of his burnt but intact colon and intestines could be seen peeking through the charred pelvic bone cavity. Harry screamed and screamed in excruciating pain with tears streaming right down his face and slimy, scarred cheeks while the Half-Blood Prince’s potion caused new organs, flesh and white skin to form until his body was fully intact once again. He honestly didn’t understand why the Half-Blood Prince’s potion could provide instant healing and save him from the brink of death, but couldn’t provide any form of anaesthesia or pain relief. 

He had to get the fuck out of here right now. 

Whipping out his wand from his invisible dimension pocket right beside his naked body, he then pointed it at the sky and cried out “Telpo!!” in a desperate effort to teleport right out of Hermione’s insides, just like he had had done quite a few times to get out of really gross situations like last time when he was inside and climbing all over Hermione’s body while she was getting dressed. Even though he couldn’t control where he could properly teleport from last time, he was certain that he could control it a lot better this time, combined with the fact that he couldn’t think of any worse place to be than this. 

But instead of bright orange sparks flying right out of the tip of his wand, a feeble, dull red stream of magic fluttered out of his wand before it completely died out. 

“What the actual fuck?!” cried out Harry in absolute horror.  

Why hadn’t the spell worked?!

Thinking it was a problem with the specific spell, Harry thought that maybe he should try a different kind of spell. 

The spell Invinco was the next option. Not only did it grant invincibility with the fact that nothing could kill him apart from the killing curse Avada Kedavra, but he was also certain that it would help numb some of all this fucking excruciating pain that his entire body was in since this spell granted some form of anaesthetic for the pain associated with all of the potential deaths. 

But no, the exact same result happened; instead of a bright blue flash flying out like a lightning bolt from the tip of his wand, it was still the same feeble, dull red stream of light which flickered from the tip of his wand before fading away completely. 

“Why aren’t any of these fucking spells working?!!” Harry cried out in frustration. 

Then he remembered a crucial fact that his late Godfather, Sirus Black, had told him just before he was brutally murdered by Bellatrix last year. 

He remembered Sirus telling him that each Wizard or Witch was limited to a certain amount of magical energy right around their body at any one particular moment in time. It was why a witch or wizard could only have one Animagus form, that had to be acquired purely through their inner traits, charisma and personality deep inside their magical soul in a very complex, specific and lengthy process, as well as why some certain spells that had been cast left a witch or wizard with a certain tiredness afterwards, since they had drained a lot of their magical energy. This magical energy didn’t just apply to spells cast by their wands but also to any potions that they had ingested that gave them magical powers. 

Harry had reached his maximum magical state, with the Half-Blood Prince’s potion taking up more than half of his magical energy. In order to use any of the major spells that required large amounts of magical energy, he would have to undo some of Remus Lupin’s protective enchantments that were providing him with increased durability. There was absolutely no way that he was undoing the Half-Blood Prince’s potion because that was the main thing that was keeping him alive up until now. 

But he was terrified that if he undid any of Remus Lupin’s protective enchantments that the raw power of Hermione’s digestive juices would finally find his weak spot, exploit it and then give him an irreversible, severe, fatal injury that not even the Half-Blood Prince’s potion could save him from if it was absent for even less of a single second. He knew that all it took was a fraction of a second, a couple of milliseconds in fact, for his body to be completely dissolved into lifeless red goo right within the blink of an eye, so if anything happened, there would be no time to cast any of the other major spells, such as Telpo or Invinco, to save him. He would be dead long before any of that and have no chance to weave anything or even know what had hit him. 

He was at the end of his rope now. He literally had no options left. 

As he continued to blindly swim through the thick, muggy fog that was hovering just above the surface of the frothy, bubbling, green stomach acid in slow, feeble, freestyle movements, he hit some sort of slimy and fleshy barrier that was covered in curved folds, wrinkles, bulges, lumps, and squiggles, along with it having some sort of elastic springy texture. As soon as he felt its texture, he quickly realised that it was the frontside of Hermione’s stomach wall, the very same one that he had humped and ejaculated against the night before. 

Completely terrified now, he started banging his bloody, bony fists, which were skeleton hands along with bits of searing hanging off red flesh, muscles and tendons right against it in a wild panic. Every time his mutilated fists sank right into the slimy, springy texture of the stomach wall, droplets of digestive juices squirted out right in front of him, with some of it landing on his shoulders and upper body, which resulted in causing further painful red welting sores. 

“HELP!!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs with tears streaming right down his face as he continued to bang his mutilated fists right against it. “HELP HERMIONE, I’M RIGHT INSIDE YOUR FUCKING STOMACH!! STOP BEING A GREEDY GUTS!!! FOR FUCK’S SAKE, STOP EATING!!” 

But his cries were for naught as he heard further gurgling and wet squelching all around him, along with more wet puckering and deep rumbling from her oesophageal splinter as it continued to deliver half-chewed, slimy spaghetti strands, sauce and fragments of orange meatballs. As it slid down as a slimy mass right down the 45-degree curve and the L-slanted bean shape of her stomach that made up the side walls of her stomach cavern, as a landslide, it created further splashing and displaced more digestive juices as it sank right into the bubbling liquid soup that was now made up of dissolved Spaghetti Bolognese. Gigantic, sloshing acidic waves splashed right up against Harry’s tiny naked body as he lay cowering right up against the frontside of Hermione’s stomach wall with him continuing to bang against it in vain, and causing further red welting sores right on his slimy, moist cheeks, resulting in disfiguring his face even more and causing further excruciating pain.   

Then, suddenly, Harry remembered a spell that Professor McGonagall had taught them in their third year at Hogwarts, during the events of Sirius Black’s escape from the Prison of Azkaban. It was a telepathic type of spell that enabled a witch or wizard to telepathically communicate with any other witch or wizard within close proximity if they pressed the tip of their wand right up against their temple, closed their eyes and then uttered the spell while concentrating really hard. It was especially useful in secret, private conversations between two people, with the main advantage being that it required a very low amount of magical energy. Harry wasn’t sure if it would work since he was literally inside her and she was absolutely gigantic now with her being his entire world to him, but given the fact that he was completely out of options and in mortal danger now if she didn’t stop eating, it was worth a shot. 

Pulling his wand out of his invisible dimension pocket right beside his naked body, he then pressed the tip of his wand right to the temple of his white forehead, closed his eyes and concentrated really hard, with him muttering the word ‘Telepathia’ and Hermione’s name over and over again…….

Outside of Hermione’s stomach…….

As Hermione disgustingly and noisily slurped up the last few mouthfuls of slimy, saucy, yellow spaghetti strands that were mixed in with pieces of orange meatballs right off the metal prongs of her fork, that were dipping back into her second plate of Spaghetti Bolognese, Ginny at this point had just about enough of Hermione being such a greedy guts. Glaring at Hermione in disgust with her fiery red hair quivering with anger, she then picked up her empty plate, where she had a single plate of sausages and eggs for brunch earlier and then started whacking her repeatedly on the shoulder with it while using both of her hands.  

“WILL………YOU………STOP………...EATING!!!” she snarled angrily with disgust upon the impact of each whack. “Your best friend is missing!!” 

“Ow!! Ow!!” groaned Hermione, with her feebly trying to deflect Ginny’s whacks and cowering a bit. “I’m basically done anyway!! For fuck’s sake Ginny!!” she said in between muffled bites as she swallowed the final mouthful of her second plate of Spaghetti Bolognese with a loud big gulp. “We can look for your fucking boyfriend once I finish cleaning up!!” 

Hearing another loud gurgle and groan coming from her now slightly swollen stomach, she slid both her hands right down to her abdomen and then slid up her purple sweater and grey undershirt, revealing her bare stomach and navel, with her then fiddling with the button of her denim jeans and undoing the top button. This allowed her belly and slightly swollen gut to slightly hang right over the waistline of her denim jeans, with her then giving another loud wet burp and then started gently stroking and rubbing her bare stomach with her sharp fingertips in a circular satisfied motion. 

BURP!!

“Sorry about that, Ginny!!” she giggled. “Ah, much better!! I’m so fucking completely stuffed now!! Butterbeer ravenously increases your appetite for some reason!!” 

Then she felt something tiny tickling her belly from the inside out that was almost like a feather, causing her to frown slightly and then start gently prodding and poking right on the spot where the tickling was coming from with her sharp fingertips.  “Wait a minute, something is tickling my belly from the inside out!!” she remarked in curiosity, with her cocking her head slightly to the side. 

“Well, you did just scoff down fucking three-horned, flame beef meatballs like an absolute pig, what did you expect girl?” remarked Ginny sarcastically. “It’s probably just the fucking spice playing up!!” 

“No!” replied Hermione defiantly in a bit of confusion. “It can’t be that. It’s like something alive is in there, that is kicking and squirming around!! I know the feeling because I love chocolate frogs after all, especially while they squirm and wiggle deep inside my belly due to them getting digested alive!! But I didn’t have any today, so what the fuck could it be?” 

Then, almost as if to answer her question, a telepathic message suddenly invaded her mind, in Harry’s voice in a panicked and urgent tone. 

‘Help Hermione, I’m right inside your fucking stomach!! Stop being such a greedy guts!!! For fuck’s sake, stop eating!!’ 

Her eyes widened with horror and shock as she realised where Harry had ended up and what he had done all over again. ‘No fucking way……...’ she thought to herself. 

Inside Hermione’s stomach……...

Harry screamed right at the top of his lungs as Hermione’s frontside stomach wall suddenly concaved inwards sharply, resulting in him being catapulted right across the width of Hermione’s stomach cavern like he was a rock that had been fired directly from a slingshot. As he skyrocketed right across the bubbling, green, acidic, liquidly soup with his movement creating a trail of churning torrents and splashes due to his movement through the fluid, with his tiny naked body being thrust right underneath and above the liquid’s surface several times, he then noticed that the frontside stomach wall was repeatedly flexing inwards and outwards in a circular motion, resulting in the  flow of the liquidly soup all moving in one direction directly towards him.  Harry soon deduced with horror that Hermione was actually rubbing her slightly swollen stomach with her fingertips from the outside in satisfaction due to her feeling the feather-like tickling inside of her coming from him. Only then did it fully dawn on Harry that he was inside Hermione Granger. Inside a human being. Hermione was his entire world right now. 

The good news was that the constant wet puckering and plopping of her oesophageal sphincter had stopped delivering fresh, half-chewed, slimy spaghetti now, which meant that his urgent telepathic message directly to Hermione must have somehow worked. 

The bad news was that he had no idea where the directional flow of Hermione’s bubbling digestive juices was taking him towards. 

He was just about to find out. 

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 remembered from last time that there was an identical wrinkled hole to her oesophageal sphincter 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 then flattened out horizontally. That wrinkled hole was Hermione’s 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 of her extra spicy Spaghetti Bolognese would be absorbed right into her bloodstream. Looking over at the horizon, he then spotted that the top half of Hermione’s pyloric sphincter that was twitching and puckering just 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 then 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…….

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 sphincter twitched and flexed themselves like hell’s gate, as if it was 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 shut again just in front of him, with him just centimetres away from the wrinkled hole and him so close that he could reach out and kiss it.

“Oh fuck……” croaked Harry gummily. 

Then the wrinkled centre opened up again, and he was sucked inside right within the blink of an eye, with him violently lurching forward and feeling the crushing, slimy, embrace of the circumference of Hermione’s pyloric sphincter and then being 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 right through it like a sewer pipeline. The floating orb light that had been hovering in Hermione’s stomach vanished, since the wizard who had cast it in the first place was too far away to maintain it now, with her entire stomach then plunging into complete darkness. 

Outside of Hermione’s stomach…...

Ginny’s light blue eyes widened with surprise as she saw Hermione quickly and hastily rise to her feet, with her brushing and flicking away some sticky spaghetti remains right off her purple sweater with her fingertips, which now had some splotchy red sauce stains.   

“Sorry, Ginny, I have to go back to the dormitory like right now!” replied Hermione in a slightly panicked tone, much to Ginny’s absolute shock. “There is something I must double-check!! Afterwards, I promise that we will look for Harry!!” 

“What the fuck?!” gasped Ginny, with her completely baffled and her eyes then darting down to Hermione’s dirty, sauce-smeared, white plate that had bits of spaghetti and orange meatballs still on it. Angrily glaring at Hermione as she quickly scurried away from her right out of the Great Hall and her exhibiting bizarre behaviour in general, she then called out to her: “Hey!! Whatever happened to cleaning up after yourself?!!” 

20 minutes later in the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory……...

Hermione flew open the thick, oak wooden door of the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory in a pure rage, with the door loudly squeaking on its hinges as it swung in a parabolic arc before slamming right into the grey stone-bricked wall. As she glanced around the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory, which was still messy with all the girls’ books, potions, clothes, and magical equipment scattered everywhere around their beds, along with their half-open chests peeking out from right underneath their beds, she was absolutely seething. Her fury and rage ironically matched the colour of the crimson red bedsheets, blankets and long hanging blood-red draped curtains that were dripping down from the overhanging bed roofs of all the girls’ beds, which were all arranged in a circular motion at various angles, along with a bedside wooden drawer with two drawers paired up with each bed. Stomping right towards the centre of the room, her black and white, slip-on checkered vans stepped right on top of the large Gryffindor lion that was in the centre of the large red and golden carpet that was positioned right in the centre of the dormitory. 

She was fucking pissed, alright. 

‘He’s got some fucking explaining to do!!’ she snarled to herself. ‘How the actual fuck did he get right inside my digestive tract again?! It’s completely fucking ridiculous!!’ 

Her private thoughts were interrupted by a rather annoying, irritating itch right on the bottom of her slightly, sweaty big toe that was snuggly fitted right inside her left, black and white, slip-on checkered van. The itch had started out as a slight tickle on the toepad of her big toe while she had slumbered the previous night, but now it had further developed into an irritating itch. 

“And what the actual fuck is this?!” she snarled even more angrily with her violently kicking off her left, black and white, slip-on checkered van, resulting in revealing her slightly reddened and sweaty bare foot. The black and white checkered van flew right through the air in a wobbly, parabolic arc before slamming noisily right into her bedside drawer directly in front of her with a noisy thud before falling to the ground with another dull thud. “Why the fuck is my big toe so itchy all of a sudden?” 

Slightly wiggling the unpainted toes of her left foot, she then precariously balanced right on her other leg and right foot, which was still encased inside her other black and white, slip-on checkered van, while upturning her pinkish white, raw bare sole directly towards her face that was peering downwards with her squinting her pupils closely to scan for detail. There, she spotted a squished ant right on the bottom toepad of her left big toe with its mutilated, twitching body pressed right into the dozens of grimy toeprint lines just like a pancake. It appeared to be some poor, unfortunate tiny black ant that she had accidentally stepped on barefoot, probably on that night she had come back completely wasted with Ron on Butterbeers and drunkenly stumbled around barefoot after taking off her boots and socks. 

“Oh……...” she grimaced with her twitching and scrunching her cute button nose and plushy pink lips slightly in disgust while having a hint of sympathy as well. “I stepped on some poor, gross little ant with no shoes on……. Poor little guy…...” 

Then her eyes widened as she noticed tiny shimmers of yellow, magical energy flickering on either side of the tiny black ant’s squished body, with its tiny legs still twitching a little bit. A flicker of magical energy could only mean one thing……...

Hermione’s eyes widened with shock. “No fucking way……” she gasped out loud to herself. Pulling her wand right from the back pocket of her denim jeans, she then pointed the tip of her wand directly at the underside of her big toe with a bright blue light then shooting out. She had used the Animagus reversal spell, the very same one that Remus Lupin and Sirius Black had used 3 years ago, back in their third year at Hogwarts, to force Peter Pettigrew, otherwise known as Wormtail, the man who had betrayed Harry’s parents to the dark lord, right out of his rat form. 

But honestly, she had never heard of a witch or wizard whose Animagus form was a tiny black garden ant. It even made Peter Pettigrew’s rat form look less pathetic and weak for comparison. Even Rita Skeeter’s Animagus as a beetle that was rather useful for secretly spying on people for juicy press gossip was less vulnerable compared to the almost invisible fragile form of the Animagus of a tiny black garden ant.    

Hermione’s brown eyes widened in surprise as the tiny, squished ant unstuck itself right from the bottom of her big toe and then floated upwards, and some distance away from her as a tiny black dot hovering in a bubble of bright blue light. Then she watched in fascination as the tiny black dot rapidly began to grow thousands of times its own size in mere seconds, like watching the sped-up film of a growing tree. A spherical head was inflating at the top; then limbs began to protrude from the glowing mass, and the next moment, what had once stood a tiny, almost invisible ant lay a 6-foot-tall adult man with his body gently lowering to the ground and the bright blue light surrounding his body flickering away. 

Hermione gasped for a second as she was scared that there was a strange man who was considerably larger in body frame than her as well as being much stronger. But that fear quickly evaporated as she realised that he was too severely injured to do anything to her at all. His dark black robes were stained red with blood and torn to shreds, while his torso was torn right open with a huge, bloody, gaping wound that cut deep right into his body cavity, revealing his ruptured and bleeding internal organs that included his punctured lungs and stomach as well as his shattered ribcage along with all his muscles, nerves and tendons that were violently contorted right out of place with some networks completely severed. Almost every single bone in his body had been broken or fractured, rendering movement basically impossible, along with his limbs gnarled and twisted with bits of bone protruding right through the skin like shards of glass.  Large grafts of his skin had also been ripped off, revealing pink, raw inner skin underneath. Only his head and beating heart remained intact; however, his face was covered in several bleeding welts as well. It honestly was a miracle that he was still alive given the fact that the weight of Hermione’s big toe and spending several hours slowly cooking inside her black and white, slip-on checkered vans had done a real number on him. 

And then there was the smell emanating from him…...

The stench of her sweaty bare feet that was reeking of salt and vinegar, along with the old pungent fabric of her black and white checkered vans, emanated from his body like he had been doused in bucketloads of it with it oozing from his bleeding white skin and open wounds all over his crippled body. When he was a tiny ant, it was barely noticeable, but now that he was in his human form, it had been amplified a thousand times over.  

“Ugh, you fucking stink!!” scoffed Hermione in disgust, with her pinching her nose. 

As Hermione continued to gaze upon the severely injured wizard, who was beginning to stain the Gryffindor lion carpet with a pool of his own blood that was forming all around him, she quickly deduced that it was a man in his early to mid-thirties. That’s when she noticed the distinctive tattoo of the vicious snake coiled all around a menacing human skull, despite the fact that it was fragmented due to several wounds and chunks of flesh being ripped right from his mutilated forearm and being stained with his blood. 

“No fucking way!!” she gasped out loud. “He’s a fucking Death Eater!! I thought Wormtail was the only fucking Death Eater with an Animagus form!!” 

The Death Eater could barely speak since his throat was clogged with so much of his own blood, but he still managed to spit out a few gummy words. 

“Tiny………Potter........climbed on you while you were sleeping…...” he croaked with a few flecks of bloody spit flying right out of his bloody maw and him relaying the events of the previous night while witnessing the shrunken, naked Harry Potter’s perverted antics. 

After all, the main advantage of an Animagus was still being able to retain their human mind and perception while still inside their animal form without the use of a wand even, unlike transfiguration which could do neither.   

“I knew it!!” she snarled. “I knew I wasn’t fucking hearing things when that fucking telepathic message came through!! That dirty, little perverted fucker!!” 

Then she turned her attention back to the severely injured Death Eater lying right in the middle of the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory and was staining the carpet with his blood while slowly and painfully bleeding to death. It was obvious that the dark lord had sent him here to spy on Hogwarts and relay information about its weakness as well as the whereabouts of the chosen one, with Voldemort obviously selecting him since his tiny ant Animagus form could basically go undetected as the master of disguise due to it being almost invisible. If anyone found out that a Death Eater had successfully managed to sneak his way right into the heart of Hogwarts, despite all of Professor Dumbledore’s protective enchantments as the most powerful sorcerer in the world, it would become hugely problematic. 

Sighing loudly to herself, Hermione turned around and pointed her wand right at the wooden door behind her, with her crying out: “Colloportus!”. With a loud squelching and squeaking noise, the door locked firmly shut right behind her, resulting in sealing her inside the Gryffindor Girls’ dormitory.    

Then she turned her attention back to the Death Eater. 

“I’m sorry, but no one can ever find out about you…...” said Hermione with a heavy sigh as she raised her left bare foot right over his bleeding face with her slightly wiggling and flexing her unpainted toes, causing his bloodshot eyes to bulge with fear and horror. “I mean, you’re basically already dead, there’s just no coming back from what my toe did to you…….” 

Then she pressed her pinkish white, moist, bare sole right on top of his nose and mouth with her beginning to press down with her full body weight……

A muffled scream erupted from right underneath Hermione’s bare foot as she slowly began to smother him to death by pushing the back of his head right into the carpeted floor, while her unpainted toes and the tips of her sharp toenails were pressing right into his bloody right cheek. Her bare foot was stretched horizontally right across his face, with him unable to push her foot off at all in the slightest since all of the bones in his arms were broken, along with several of his muscles and tendons being completely severed which truly rendered him completely helpless. He could only slightly twitch and squirm his head while his nose and mouth were filled with the stench of her unwashed ped that consisted of salty foot sweat mixed in with grimy old fabric from her black and white, slip-on checkered van as his breaths grew shorter and shorter. As her clammy sole skin pressed harder and harder right on top of his air passageways, more of the fresh oxygen was pressed out, with not enough air being able to get right in between her sole skin and his nose and mouth. Soon, his entire face turned red, and his vision began to blur as the last thing that he ever saw was a teenage girl’s bare foot stepping right on top of his bloodied face, with it smothering him to death. Finally, his eyes rolled right to the back of his head, and his entire body went completely limp, along with his eyes turning milky white and glassy. 

Hermione bit her lip as she felt the twitching of the Death Eater’s face going completely limp right underneath her slightly sweaty bare foot. Confirming that he was dead, she then removed her bare foot from his face and then grimaced upon seeing some of his blood staining the bottom of her bare sole. 

“Yuck, I have got some of his fucking blood right on the bottom of my fucking foot!” she snarled with disgust. As she placed her bare foot back onto the carpeted floor, she then realised that there was a whole new problem, concerning what to do exactly with this Death Eater’s corpse. She definitely couldn’t leave it here after all, for the other girls to find. 

Then she spotted an open window at the far top of the Gryffindor girls' dormitory tower, just underneath the domed curved roof. She knew that outside the window lay a small grassy area right at the back of the Gryffindor Girls' dormitory tower that not many people walked by or visited, with a few shrubs and bushes right underneath the window, 50 feet below. It would be the perfect place to dump a body and cover it amongst the bushes and shrubs that would enable her to get away with murder. 

She smirked to herself. Sometimes she admired just how quick-witted she was in situations like this. It was because of this ability that she had bailed out Ron and Harry so many times over the years. 

Pointing her wand at the Death Eater’s corpse, she then did a swish and flick and uttered a spell that she had learnt in her very first year at Hogwarts as a tween. It was a spell that she had mastered first before anyone else, with her earning praise from her teacher as well as getting Ron extremely jealous since she had been lecturing him about how he was pronouncing the spell wrong just before she had done it. 

“Wingardium Leviosa!!” she cried out. 

The Death Eater’s corpse became airborne and hovered off the bloodstained, red and golden coloured Gryffindor lion carpet before it then floated right towards the open window right at the top like a helium balloon.  Casually floating right through the large rectangular open window, which was just big enough for an adult man’s body to fit sideways, she then did another swish and flick movement with her wand to remove the Wingardium Leviosa spell as soon as it was fully outside the tower. 

The Death Eater’s mangled corpse, which was hovering just outside the window and above the shrubs and bushes at the back of the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory tower, then plunged downwards like a stone. It then hit the shrubs and bushes with a sickening loud splat and squelch along with the sickening crunch of his bones as his hanging out blood and guts were quickly swallowed up by the thick green foliage. 

Inside, Hermione grinned upon hearing the sickening squelch and splat of his mangled corpse. ‘That takes care of that!’ Then she realised that there were still dark bloodstains splattered across the red and golden coloured Gryffindor lion carpet in the centre of the room.  ‘Oh yeah, that……...’ she thought to herself upon noticing them. 

But this could be easily rectified. 

“Scourgify!!” she cried out, with her pointing her wand right at the bloodstains. 

The bloodstains on the carpet shimmered for a second before vanishing entirely, resulting in leaving the red and golden Gryffindor lion carpet as good as new. 

“Now!!” she snarled, with her glaring at her stomach and abdomen. “That fucking Death Eater just confirmed my suspicions!! Looks like I am going to need a good talking to a naughty little boy who decided to invade my fucking insides for the fucking second time!!” 

Inside Hermione’s intestines……

Harry rubbed the disgusting slime right out of his eyes and glasses, with him then pulling out his wand from the invisible dimension pocket that was directly beside his tiny naked body. 

“Luminous!!” he cried out with the tip of his wand glowing blue and then lighting a bubble around him, which illuminated the new setting he was in.

The familiar insides of Hermione’s small intestines soon greeted him with the diameter and breadth of the fleshy tunnel that made up the inside of her small intestine being only double his height and him slowly simmering inside a liquidly soup made primarily of digested Spaghetti Bolognese that filled up half of the cylindrical volume while all being cast in the dim blue light from the tip of his wand. Most disgustingly of all, he could see solid, orange brownish, gooey chunks floating right beside him, which he knew must have been the not-so-fully digested remains of the spicy orange, triple horned, fire beef meatballs. His bare feet were floating just above the bottom rim of the small intestine’s wall, with him tucking his legs inwards right into his body to let himself bob along right down the small intestine, which seemed to extend on forever endlessly just like a maze with a series of twists and turns. The digested broth that he was submerged in reeked of fermenting stale wheat, rotten cheese and vegetable matter, along with decomposing flesh from the meatballs emanating a searing heat that was so strong that he could taste it deep inside his own digestive tract, and the stench almost making him vomit with disgust while the temperature of the digested broth was similar to a sauna. Hermione’s intricate inner space hadn’t stopped being so weird, just like the surface of an alien world from the last time he had visited it. It was hard to believe that everything around was only Hermione herself. 

Then he saw the curved intestinal walls all around him twitching and squirming hundreds of times per second, and then remembered from last time that the red, fleshy, intestinal walls weren’t smooth and slimy, or even lumpy like her stomach walls that had dozens of creased folds. Instead, the intestinal walls 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 just like tentacles and a disgusting looking, toothless sucker on the end that was slurping the tiniest of liquid droplets. Even the top, dry roof part of her small intestine that wasn’t completely submerged by Hermione’s digesting liquid broth was lined with them as well that squirmed and twitched just above his bobbing head when he floated past them underneath. Just below his bare feet, he also noticed that the toothless, 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 toothless suckers, resulting in creating a circular suction and rotating current that kept him moving along deeper and deeper inside her small intestine.    

He knew exactly what they were. 

These slimy, pink, toothless beanbag suckers were Hermione’s villi, and their job was where true and the most vital stage of digestion took place. Since Hermione’s stomach had fully liquified the solid food mass which was once Spaghetti Bolognese, it was now in a suitable form where these villi structures, which were lined with an intricate network of absorbent flesh were connected to the blood vessels and Hermione’s circulatory system, where liquefied nutrient particles could then be utilised for this young teen witch’s body development. All that wheat from the spaghetti strands would be transformed into carbohydrates for short term energy use to be distributed throughout her bloodstream, while the calcium from the cheese would be directed to her bones, the protein from the spicy orange meatballs would go to strengthen the various muscles and tendons throughout her body and finally the fat from the spicy orange meatballs would be stored in the various fat reserves on her body for long term energy use.  The raw power of Hermione’s digestion really knew how to utilise every single little bit from a meal to contribute to her incredible figure, especially in making her tits and ass even sexier. 

But Harry wasn’t going any further right down Hermione’s digestive tract or getting the full tour like last time. 

Instead, a much different fate awaited him…...

Suddenly, a long, slimy, pink tentacle with a beanbag like, toothless suction cap on the end darted out right from the left side of Harry’s body like a cobra and then latched right onto his hand. The villi clamped right down onto his entire appendage and forced it into a clenched fist that was smeared and saturated in oozing slime with the suction force that was being generated, sucking his hand and upper wrist further inside the villi, resulting in making his hand numb and bone white with pain due to the amount of pressure that was being exerted. Then the slimy tentacle retracted back right into the squirming, twitching intestinal wall that was covered in hundreds of other villi with his entire tiny, naked body being violently tugged right to the left-hand side and sloshing and splashing the liquidly soup that he was submerged inside as he was being pulled.  

“What the actual fuck?!” screamed Harry at the top of his lungs. His screaming was interrupted as another villi tentacle ambushed him from right below the liquidly soup’s surface, with it latching right onto his bare foot and the slimy, pink, beanbag, toothless sucker exerting the same amount of force as the one that was latched onto his hand. This time it also exerted a series of bubbles as it clamped down and crushed his foot inwards into a ball shape, resulting in causing it to go numb and bone white with pain before the villi tentacle retreated back into the intestinal wall submerged underneath the liquidly broth that was emitting several torrent jets of bubbles right towards the surface due to the hundreds of villi right beside it that made up the surface of the intestinal wall. Now the entire left-hand side of his body was pinned right against the squirming, twitching, intestinal wall with the hundreds of other retracted villi creating a gross, slimy, tickling sensation as they rubbed right up against his bare white skin and the liquidly soup sloshing and flowing right past his body further downwards towards its end journey along with some of the foul-tasting liquid splashing up against him as well. He, however, wasn’t going anywhere with him gagging on some of the foul-tasting droplets that had accidentally entered his screaming open mouth. 

As the hungry villi tentacles slurped on his left hand and bare foot with a sickening, loud slurping and gurgling noise that was causing the white skin and flesh of his hand to be mushed and rubbed raw, Harry desperately tried to rip the terrifying, strong villi tentacles right off his appendages. However, that was all for naught due to the elasticity and springy texture of the slimy, pink, curved surface of the villi tentacles, which just deflected his punches and blows. Due to the slippery surface and stretchiness of the villi tentacles, it just slipped out of his grasp several times, with the few times that he did manage to get a hold on the villi tentacles that were holding his appendages hostage just bending and stretching in any direction that he pulled towards without snapping. 

Two more villi tentacles clasped right around his remaining hand and the other bare foot that was submerged right beneath the liquid’s surface with another set of loud gurgles and slurps. This left him completely immobilised, with him unable to freely move any of his limbs and them all constrained by the villi tentacles. All four villi tentacles then retracted further deeper into the intestinal walls, resulting in pressing his torso, head and face right into the squirming, twitching, intestinal walls more tightly in an embracing hug with villi tentacles of all different sizes gently suckling and lapping right up against his bare white skin, resulting in leaving red welting sores all over his body. Another larger, longer villi tentacle coiled right around his midsection, several times like a coiled rope with it painfully squeezing right into his bare chest, stomach and midsection and compressing his own tiny organs further into themselves as well as squeezing the air right out of his lungs, resulting in making him gasp and wheeze…….  

While he was completely immobilised by the squirming, twitching villi that had tied him right up against the left-hand side of the curved intestinal wall with the liquid soup sloshing right past him another villi tentacle latched onto the right hand side of his rib and then ripped a large chunk of flesh right out of his body before the toothless beanbag sucker on the end greedily guzzled it down right into the depths of the villi tentacle to be sent further into her intestinal wall with a loud, dramatic slurp being heard and resulting in leaving a bloody, gaping wound that showed a part of his stomach and liver underneath the ripped fleshy layer. He gave a shrill scream of pain as he saw the lump of flesh disturbingly travel right into the villi tentacle, with the lump moving down it before disappearing into the intestinal wall. As the bloody, gaping wound that bore right into his body cavity began to instantly heal with fresh red flesh and white skin rapidly growing due to the Half Blood Prince’s potion, other villi tentacles also began to devour him piece by piece with them also ripping chunks of flesh all over his torso and leaving him in agonising pain, making him continuing to scream and scream while the bloody gaping wounds healed only to be inflicted all over again and again in a vicious cycle…….                                       

Then he felt the entire small intestinal tunnel begin to jiggle and wiggle vigorously from side to side with his tiny naked body following the sway of its movements like some gargantuan goddess that had control and ownership over this entire dominion was tapping it from the outside…...

Outside Hermione’s Intestines……

“Hey Fucker!!” snarled Hermione telepathically to Harry, who was trapped deep inside her small intestines while she sat on her bed with both of her slip-on, black and white checkered vans kicked off and discarded right at the bottom area of the bedside drawer on the right-hand side of her bed that had two drawers. Curling her unpainted toes and scowling in anger with her bottom lip curling and her nose scrunching, she then began poking and prodding roughly right into her bare abdomen just underneath her twitching navel, with her sharp fingertips that was somewhat noisily gurgling. The top button of her denim jeans had been undone and pulled slightly right down her shapely hips, resulting in revealing her white linen panties that were slightly glistening with a wet spot of her juices, along with her purple sweater and grey undershirt rolled right up to the underside of her tits to give her easier access to her abdomen.    

“I know you’re in there, fucker!!” snarled Hermione telepathically, with her poking and prodding her bare abdomen with her sharp fingertips roughly. “Come on, say something, you little fucking pervert!! Don’t be shy!!” 

Inside her small intestinal walls, Harry screamed as the curved, fleshy red tunnel concaved inwards and outwards sharply, along with the entire structure bucking upwards and downwards in several different directions. The villi tentacles tightened their vice-like grip right around him like coiled ropes due to the constant swaying and shaking, resulting in further bruising his body while the foul-smelling slime reeking of fermenting stale wheat, rotten cheese and decomposing flesh that had been adhered from her digested Spaghetti Bolognese oozed and splashed all over him due to the colossal digits tapping from right outside and dislodging them from the crevices right in between the villi. Every thunderous tap of Hermione’s mighty fingertips sent quivers right down Harry’s spine as each tap caused an earthquake tremor with the force being exerted by her gigantic fingers being absorbed by only a few centimetres of flesh that was separating him from the outside world, along with a deafening wet gurgling. 

“Oh……Hermione…….” Harry replied sheepishly via their shared telepathic connection with his face turning a bright shade of red that wasn’t just due to the villi tentacles squeezing all around him. “I can explain everything……...oh wait……no, no I can’t……….” he sighed heavily.  

“Having the time of your life in there?!” Hermione replied back in a snarky and sarcastic tone. 

“Funny……story actually………... Hermione………” began to lie Harry uneasily in a nervous, laughing tone. “I was playing around…………. with Professor McGonagall’s shrinking spell to try to gain some extra credit………...and then something happened……what was it that happened……...that’s a very good question…………”. Hermione, upon hearing Harry’s lies telepathically in her head, rolled her eyes sarcastically and have a disgusted, dirty expression on her face while crossing her arms in annoyance. 

“I dropped my wand………... accidentally in your plate of Spaghetti Bolognese, and then I went inside to retrieve it…………...then you came along and accidentally………ate me……...just like last time with the chocolate frogs………No……” continued Harry with his lies until he gave up halfway through, given just how unconvincing he was with him just deciding to confess.

“Yeah……I did sneak into your insides, Hermione……...on purpose……... this time………” admitted Harry reluctantly with a shameful expression on his face.

“You know, Harry, I can smell your lying bullshit from a mile away!!” replied Hermione sarcastically. “I mean, I can literally sense all those protective enchantments and some weird instant healing potion all over your body within my very essence using my magical instinct; you clearly had some fucking preparation going into all of this shit!! Clearly, you knew exactly what to expect going deep inside of me and had every full intention of invading my fucking guts!!” 

“Okay……... I admit it Hermione!!” cried out Harry. “It was a fucking stupid idea!! Can you help me out now?” 

“Wait a minute……...,” said Hermione with the gears in her head turning and her biting her lip while her eyebrows narrowed as she remembered what the Death Eater had told her just before she had killed him. “There are some details that you are purposely leaving out………. What aren’t you telling me, Harry?........” she uttered in an ominous and authoritative tone.   

 ‘Tiny………Potter…...... climbed on you while you were sleeping…...’ the Death Eater had said. 

Suddenly Hermione’s brown eyes widened in shock and horror as she realised what he had meant by that and what Harry had truly been up to, not just this morning but the night before as well. His perverted antics had started long before than she had initially thought. 

“Oh my fucking god!!” she snarled with her even more pissed off than before. “I felt something tickling me all over my fucking body last night while I was in bed!! That was you, wasn’t it, Harry?! Crawling all over my fucking body like some kind of fucking bug and for what exactly?! To cop a perve of my sexy, gigantic body while I slept!! How long were you shrunk down for Harry before you decided to break into the Gryffindor Girls’ dormitory and then hop right into bed with me?! You certainly didn’t enter my insides through my fucking spaghetti, so how the fuck did you-” with Hermione then stopping abruptly with the gears turning in her head once again as she remembered another key detail, the peculiar taste that she had sensed in her mouth while she slept…...

“That strange salty taste in my mouth……” she gasped in a horrified tone before the tone in her voice abruptly turned to pure hot rage. “Merlin’s fucking beard, you fucking creamed right inside my fucking mouth while I slept just before I swallowed!! You crawled right inside, didn’t you, you little fucking creep!! You sick fuck!! Ewwwww!!!!” 

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t actually mean to jizz right in your mouth, Hermione!” Harry replied fearfully with some degree of truth. “I just couldn’t help myself; your tongue was lapping so gently, and it just felt so good lapping right up against my junk……It was just so wet and moist……...and……. I just cummed coming back there, I didn’t ask to!!” 

“I bet you have been pleasuring yourself while you have been inside me this whole fucking time!!” she snarled in a much calmer and disturbing tone, which was even more disturbing than her screaming earlier. That was how pissed she was. Pissed to the point of being calm. “I can sense your cum sticking right to the frontside of my stomach wall on the inside, you sick, perverse little fuck……...” 

“What the actual fuck?!” gasped Harry with absolute shock. “How could you possibly know that Hermione…...”  

“I bet you’re not asking why my villi deep inside my small intestines have tied you up like they have a mind of their own and are currently keeping you prisoner!” replied Hermione with a haughty smirk as she casually fiddled with a thin silver magical bracelet on her left wrist that Professor McGonagall had given her with her sharp fingertips. “Do you really want to know why I am such a know-it-all!! Want to know how many people judge me just for being Muggle-born!! That’s why I try to educate myself so much, just to prove that I belong here!!” 

With a heavy sigh, she continued: “Professor McGonagall gave me a bracelet that she said would give some conscious control over my digestive system! Said I really needed to take in as many nutrients as possible and extract as much as possible from every meal for maximum brainpower!! All that brainpower and utilising my digestion to redirect it to wherever I want throughout my body somewhat on a semi-conscious level has really paid off, you know!! I’m now the top student despite being a Muggle-born!! Professor McGonagall said that she wanted to break down stereotypes and misconceptions about magical ability being defined by bloodline and background, which is why she gave that bracelet to me in my first year!! Said that she has handed out similar bracelets to other Muggle Born students over the decades!!” 

“Is that why you’re so fucking smart!!” gasped Harry in shock as Hermione’s villi tentacles slightly squeezed right around his naked, tiny frame even more with them releasing a loud squelching noise in the process. “But given the fact that you have some control over your digestive system, you’ll help me get out, right Hermione? It’s so much easier when you have some control after all!!”

But the next set of words that came out of Hermione’s mouth left him completely shocked. 

Hermione pondered to herself with her putting a finger on her chin before emitting a slight smirk and saying: “No…...” 

“No!!” gasped Harry in horror. “What the fuck do you mean no?!!” 

“No, I won’t help you….” replied Hermione. “You don’t deserve my help, you massive fucking asshole!! I set you up with Ginny, sweet, adorable, little Ginny, as your girlfriend for you to have your Lovey Dovey time, and this is how you repay her!! How the fuck do you think Ginny will feel when she discovers that her boyfriend cheated on her with her own brother’s girlfriend and best friend?!!” 

Harry guiltily looked down at Ginny’s kissy mark hickey that had been tattooed on his chest on the night that she had kissed him in the bathtub within the Prefect bathroom, with him knowing that Hermione had a point and that he had been quite selfish and hadn’t thought about how she might feel at all when he had decided to go through with his perverted antics. Now it was almost completely rubbed off….

“What do I have that Ginny doesn’t, just out of curiosity?” questioned Hermione seductively with her narrowing her eyebrows. “Is it my wild, unpredictable nature Harry?” 

“It’s not really cheating, Hermione……It’s more like fulfilling a specific fantasy with a specific girl that has a vore and giantess fetish…….” explained Harry reluctantly, with him accidentally exposing his macrophilia in the process. “It’s just like you said from last time when you coerced me to have anal sex with my transformed dickhead, we’re friends with benefits, not lovers….” 

“Holy fuck!!” gasped Hermione in disgust with her rolling her eyes. “You’re actually proud of saying that out loud? And as for the anal sex, it was a one-time thing that I was fucking horny in the moment, along with that whole debacle being accidental!! This, on the other hand, you maliciously pre-planned, violated my sleeping body, and to top it all off, violated my most sacred inner space!! All while I was completely unaware and never ever fucking asked for!! That’s a whole other level of fucked up!!” 

“To be fair, I was really fucking drunk when I humped the frontside of your stomach wall and then ejaculated on it since I had been simmering in your fucking butterbeer for hours and hours on end!!” cried out Harry in a last-ditch desperate effort to not be held responsible for his own actions and blame it all on the booze instead. 

But Hermione just scoffed and replied sarcastically: “What an original excuse!!”  

“Please, please let me out of here, Hermione!!” Harry pleaded. “I promise I will never do anything like this again, I swear on my fucking life, I can go back to Ginny, and we can never ever speak of this again!” 

“You have the fucking nerve to be concerned about Ginny after all the fucked-up shit you just pulled?!” snarled Hermione. “Eat shit!! I am not getting you out of my small intestine, you can figure it out all by yourself, Mr. chosen one!!” 

“What the actual fuck, Hermione!!” shrieked Harry with pure horror. “But I will be digested alive!!” 

“A fitting end to a piece of fucking shit like you!!” snarled Hermione. “Becoming my literal shit, where your little bones are shat right out of my fucking asshole in one of my turds and then I have to wipe your little fucking bone splinters from right around my fucking asshole!! I missed the part where that’s my problem!! You can’t stop the wonders of digestion!!” she finished in a mocking sing-song voice. 

“You’re just kidding, right Hermione?” replied Harry in a terrified, uneasy tone. “You’re just being all fucking edgy, and you will save me right at the last second, right? We’ve been best friends since we were 11, after all, right Hermione?” 

“Enjoy your stay, Mr. Harry Potter……...” replied Hermione throatily. “You made your bed, now you've got to sleep in it! It’s all your fucking problem to deal with now!! If you digest, you digest!! I am so fucking done with you!!”  

“Please don’t do this, Hermione!!” cried Harry, with him sobbing uncontrollably and truly terrified now along with tears streaming down his face, which then plopped right onto the slimy pink villi tentacles that were holding him hostage. 

Hermione grinned upon feeling the chosen one having a nervous breakdown and sobbing uncontrollably, all thanks to the raw power of her body that she was exerting over him, which had always been her intention right from the start when she had discovered that he was inside of her. She then decided to toy with his emotions some more. 

“Okay!!” she replied in an abruptly more cheerful tone that caused Harry to stop crying and look hopefully towards the goddess’s telepathic link that was beaming right inside his head. “I will help you on one condition”. 

“What’s that…….?” sniffled Harry with a few more tears trickling right down his cheeks. 

“I know that you’re using something from the Half-Blood Prince’s book!” inquired Hermione upon sensing his instant regenerative healing potion. “I know that potion is way too advanced for any 6th year student to make without a step-by-step guide! That instant regenerative healing potion is definitely something that you have taken from a page right out of the Half-Blood Prince’s book!! Now you may be able to fool sweet little Ginny by pretending to dispose of the Half-Blood Prince’s book in the Room of Requirement!! But I know that you were way too calm to genuinely get rid of something that made you the number one student and made you even overtake me!! You definitely copied a large chunk of information from the Half-Blood Prince’s book right into your own notebook!! Where is it?” 

“It’s under my bed in my chest of stuff, back at the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory…….” replied Harry reluctantly. He was really hoping that he could secretly keep it all to himself for another couple more months and make himself the number one student in the entire school, but given his current situation, he really didn’t have any other options…….” 

“Thank you for your cooperation, Harry!! Pleasure doing business with you!!” smirked Hermione as she got up off her bed and then padded over barefoot to her discarded, black and white, slip-on checkered vans that were right in front of the wooden bedside drawer that had two drawers and then slipped them back on. Then she began to make her way out of the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory right towards the boys’ dormitory. 

But little did he know that Hermione had outright lied just now. She had no intention of helping him out of her digestive tract anytime soon, as far as she was concerned, he had way crossed the line and was beyond redemption at this point. A very different fate awaited him instead……

Inside Hermione’s small intestine as Harry lay immobilised right up against the left, curved, intestinal wall while being bound by dozens of villi tentacles that were constantly nipping and ripping chunks of flesh right from his torso, resulting in leaving him constantly howling in pain along with smaller villi tentacles creating a gross, slimy, tickling, torture sensation as they rubbed right up against his bare white skin, another villi tentacle was stirring down below in the murky depths, churning in the bubbling, liquidly soup right in between his legs. It slithered like a snake, bit by bit and slowly rose upwards with it creating a flurry of bubbles all around it before it suddenly burst right out of the digested broth with a loud splash, resulting in Harry screaming in shock as foul-tasting droplets splashed right up against his white skin and face, with some of them entering his mouth and then causing him to gag. The villi tentacle that had burst right out of the digested broth like an anaconda bursting from a river, then positioned itself to be pointing and moving right towards a very intimate part of Harry………

Harry shrieked in horror and then began to thrash and squirm more vigorously with him desperately trying to break the bonds that the villi tentacles held on his limbs and torso but to no avail as the beanbag-like, slimy, puckering toothless sucker on the end of the villi tentacle headed right towards his dangling penis and testicles that were dangling right in front of it like fresh meat. 

“NO!!” squealed Harry in pure naked terror. “HOLY FUCK, NO PLEASE!! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!!” 

Slurp!! Squelch!! 

Harry’s screams turned to uncontrollable, erotic moans as the toothless sucker of the villi tentacle swallowed his dick and balls in one single, monstruous gulp with him then feeling his family jewels being squeezed by a tight envelope and crevice of slimy red flesh that was coating his junk in their slime and fluids. Slowly, his body began to betray him due to the constant sensation as he felt his cock shaft begin to harden out of pure instinct due to the strange, new but pleasurable feeling and his scrotum and testicles beginning to tingle as full arousal began to kick right into gear. Droplets of precum then began to ooze right out of his pink cock slit, along with his erection becoming harder and harder as the precum trickled right down his cock shaft before being greedily guzzled down by the villi tentacle further into its mass and then right into the intestinal wall structure itself. The villi tentacle even began to rock back and forth and thrash around in all sorts of different directions with the elastic stretchiness of the texture of its red flesh and the squelching of its juices that was coating the surface, being heard as it began to forcefully jerk him off and milk him just like a cow for his semen. 

 “Oooooooohhhhh……. Ahhhhhhhhh…………. Fuck………Ugggghhhh…….” Harry moaned and groaned as the sounds of pure instinct began to slip right out of his mouth, with his entire body betraying him as it shook and quivered with every squirm of pleasure. 

Then he heard cruel, feminine laughter being delivered right inside his mind telepathically that he instantly recognised as Hermione’s. Then the menacing voice spoke. 

“You stupid, little naughty boy!!” sneered Hermione in a mocking sing-song voice. “You think I will bail you out of my fucking guts that easily?! You’re so not getting off that easily, you little perverted fucker!! Especially after you fucking violated me in the one place that was supposed to be the most intimate and private, my fucking insides!! Not even in my fucking bed, my fucking insides!! Thanks for telling me where the Half-Blood Prince’s copied-down notes are, by the way you stupid little shit!! I’m sure there are some unique and just punishments that you so rightly deserve for all the fucked-up shit that you pulled!! Enjoy your stay and making out with my villi because they’re the only girlfriends that you will have for a while!!” 

Harry’s blue eyes bulged right out of their sockets with naked fear. “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” he shrieked with tears streaming right down his cheeks as the realisation of his fate sunk in  before he let out an uncontrollable erotic moan and reached orgasm with his entire body pulsating and shaking while blowing fresh white strings of jizz directly right into the toothless sucker of the villi tentacle that was wrapped right around his cock and balls, which then eagerly slurped up his jizz greedily like it was drinking with a straw……….