This choice: Failed Insoles Cushion Granger's Rear(Reserved) • Go Back...Chapter #5Failed Insoles Cushion Granger's Rear by: Unknown Harry groaned as he struggled to push himself away from Hermione's insole, only to be roughly forced back down by her socked foot. The pressure of her heel had pinned him flat to the inside of her shoe, and he could only squirm helplessly as it pressed and kneaded him into her sweaty insole. But Harry's thrashing against her sock only seemed to irritate Hermione, because she quickly shifted tactics. Now she dropped her foot to the floor and tilted it back. The Boy Who Lived slid down slightly, only to be stopped by Hermione's heel. From above, Harry could hear Ron's surprised shout being muffled by the ball of the young witch's falling on top of him.
There was a tense silence for a few seconds. Then Harry heard Hermione's hissing whisper: "Do stop squirming so much. It's distracting me and if you don't stop right this instant I will be very cross."
With that, Hermione moved her heel back slightly. It was an imperceptible distance to anyone of her size, but it was enough for Harry to drop all the way down to the back of her shoe. He hit the curved, firm end and crumpled into a heap, trying to make sense of his now vaguely-visible surroundings. He put out a hand to steady himself. It brushed against the insole of the shoe, which was now lightly damp with Hermione's sweat. Harry shuddered and reached out with his other hand. He felt the fibers of Hermione's sock for an instant before she reflexively flinched away. Regardless, Harry slowly staggered to his feet in the complete darkness of the shoe.
Then the smell hit him, and he gagged. His and Ron's captress had not been doing a good job of keeping her shoe clean. Speaking of Ron... Harry looked up, but all he could see was Hermione's monolithic foot curving away into the murky blackness. "Ron...?" croaked Harry.
High above, just out of Harry's vision, there was a flicker of movement, and a rather muffled "Mmmmph!"
So Ron was alive, Harry thought. He sniffed, and got a putrid lungful of Hermione's feet. He gagged again. Now his top priority was getting out of Hermione's shoe. He dropped to all fours and tried to crawl diagonal to the young witch's gigantic heel, but soon found that he was being forced to squeeze between the unyielding shoe and Hermione's smelly socked foot. Yet still the Chosen One pressed onwards, crawling in the dark until... aha! A chink of light! Harry began to crawl faster now, his desperation fueling his urgency. He was almost there, almost there...
And then everything became chaos.
Hermione's foot slid back to the opening of the shoe, then rammed forward, forcefully picking up Harry before he could react and slamming him into the insole once again. Hermione stood up, inadvertently placing her weight on Harry and Ron. Harry felt like his entire body was being smothered by the unrelenting pressure. Then the pressure lifted for a fraction of a second, before it was cruelly brought back, again and again and again.
Hermione was walking to the bathroom.
By the time she got there and pulled her foot out of her shoe, her two tiny wards were thoroughly pummeled. A stunned Harry could only look on as the blinding light of the bathroom was replaced by the looming silhouette of Hermione. She did not look pleased.
"If you sorry lot can't pay attention for one class and insist on distracting me, I think it's only right I get a little break at your expense."
With a casual flick of the wand, Hermione levitated Harry and Ron out from her shoe and dangled them in thin air in front of her face. Harry opened his mouth to protest, but her brown eyes radiated mischief mixed with annoyance, and he thought better of it.
"You two simply were terrible insoles" her voice boomed, primly. "As such, I think you'll serve better as cushions." Her wand sliced through the air. "Silencio!"
Harry tried to scream, to beg for mercy, but no sound came out of his throat. Ron's face was slowly turning the same color as his hair, but his voice was similarly muted.
Hermione turned around, flipped up her skirt and pulled down her white panties. Then she leaned over, presenting her round pale cheeks. Harry was filled with an instinct to run, but he was still magically floating in the air, and it was a long drop.
Hermione made a beckoning motion with her wand. Ron, now silently whimpering with fear, shot to Hermione's cheek and slammed headfirst into it. Though he was only a tiny speck to Harry, he could still make out Ron's frantic struggles as they created ripples in Hermione's buttflesh. But then Hermione pointed her wand at Ron and whispered "Coalescat", and Ron froze up.
Hermione gestured with her wand again, and Harry felt a brief burst of speed before he hit the giantess's other buttock with a meaty smack. He desperately scrabbled for purchase, pinching the vast pale globe before him in an effort to keep from falling, and he began to feel his voice return as his bushy-haired tormentor's face came back into view. She raised her wand, and Harry had just enough time to yell "HERMIONE NO!" before she brought it through the air.
"Coalescat."
Harry couldn't move a muscle of his own volition as his face was smushed into the warm softness of his classmate's bum. His limbs were spread out like a starfish. He could still breathe, but all it was good for was screaming futilely into the witch's jiggly rear.
Hermione giggled as she felt Harry and Ron's pathetic cries for help, drowned out by her titanic ass as she pulled her panties up and secured them snugly around her butt. She let her skirt drop down again, and inspected herself in the bathroom mirror. The boys were invisible to the naked eye. Perfect. This will be fun, Hermione thought as she considered all the things she could do to them in the next class as she made her way back to McGonagall's Transfigurations. She quietly walked over to her desk, pulled out her chair, and stood in front of it. She clenched her buttocks, savoring the reactions from her captives.
Then she plopped down.
The boys were pressed into her buttflesh, which formed a seal around them. Hermione noted with some smug satisfaction that she had placed them right -- the Boy Who Lived and his best friend, now reduced to a comfy cushion for one much larger Miss Granger.
Harry was crushed by the intense pressure, the smothering weight of the witch's hindquarters. He could only get a small amount of air, which he gulped down even as he began to feel the first drops of moisture forming on the bushy-haired girl's bum and felt her start to slowly grind and bounce to punish them further.
This would be a long class.
Choice 1: Hermione's next class is broom riding with first-year Ginny. She affixes Harry to an unaware Ginny's broom.
Choice 2: Hermione has some homework to do, and decides she would like them to kiss her butt throughout.
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