"How was your sleep, baby boy?" Hermione grinned as she looked over the rails of Harry's crib. He figured that based on how gigantic she looked from where he was, he could have been no more than a foot tall.
The size of a baby...
"Hermione, what the hell is going on?" Harry shouted up to the giantess, who was wearing a modest grey top and jeans.
"Now, now, baby." She shushed him, reaching down with her seemingly gigantic hands and stroking his scruffy, black hair. "There's no need to speak like that. You're my baby now. You have to do what your Mommy says."
"Or what?" Harry growled pulling angrily at the bars of his crib. He was wearing no clothes at all, but at this stage he didn't really care. He just wanted to get out of this crib!
Hermione eyed him carefully, lowering her head down to his level through the bars. Her head was almost as tall as he was!
"You do not want to know what else." She growled.
"Now, you're coming with me." She said. "Or you can kiss any thoughts of freedom goodbye. Understand?"
Harry didn't even have time to react before Hermione scooped him up in her arms and held him in front of her like a baby.
"There's a good boy." She cooed, looking down at his tiny, pathetic penis and she dangled him there. "Now, let's get you sorted out."
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