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The years after they had graduated were kind to Hermione and Ron. It was a different life than the man was used to, however: quiet and aimless, peaceful and relaxing in a world devoid of so many siblings bothering him or a war tearing the wizarding world apart. It was nice having a steady job that allowed Hermione to stay at home and follow her own passions of experimenting with, and of course recording for posterity as she put it, various magical applications. It was a rare treat for him to come home from the Ministry of Magic and see her doing something that at first glance seemed like a simple spell only for her explanation to quickly escape his understanding of wizardy. Of course, just seeing her excitedly chattering away was the real treat, her frizzy mane of mousy brown hair bobbing and getting in her eyes as she talked so animatedly.
However, that changed when she began to regularly visit Hogwarts. She had gone to discuss a theory with Professor Flitwick, and gather sources of other wizards and witches who could help expound on the ideas she wished to present, but she came back instead talking about how wonderful it was to talk with Hagrid again and how he asked her to visit occasionally and help out. Of course, Ron at first didn't think much on it, beyond being glad that the giant of a man was finally easing some of his burdens even if just on the weekends, but things began to change. After a month, Hermione started to complain of aches in the lower half of her body while insisting she hadn't done any heavy lifting, a statement that didn't match how progressively haggard she looked. Those aches became pronounced limps and sharp pains when she sat, as if her ass had been injured somehow. Yet, to her best recollection, nothing had happened to cause such a strong injury.
It was with a mixture of curiosity and worry that Ron slipped over to Harry's house and borrowed the invisibility cloak. On the one hand, it felt wrong to slink down the grounds of Hogwarts towards that familiar shack, but, on the other hand, there was a sense of nostalgia to it as well that somewhat assuaged his guilt. For the first few hours, he circled around the hut, watching as Hermione and Hagrid chatted and discussed the business of the day, then he was off into the forest while Hermione tended to the field and the more domestic animals he had somewhat recently made a pen for. It was all strangely mundane. Ron had assumed that perhaps there was just some big animal Hagrid had penned up that she didn't want to worry him over, yet the largest thing he saw that she tended to were turkeys. Sure, they could probably fuck someone up, but those ones were all rather docile.
It was with more questions playing around in his mind that Ron settled down against a tree and pulled out his lunch. He chewed slowly and thoughtfully, really savoring the meal Hermione had prepared for him. She was usually so focused on her studies that he forgot that she had a real talent in the kitchen, even for something so simple as sandwiches. It was just another of the same magical qualities that made him resolute to stay there all day if he needed to, to watch her every move until he found out what odd creature or task Hagrid had her working with to so stealthily harm her. Surely it was just some magical effect of one of his many creatures that might have slipped his mind. It was easy for him to forget that not everyone was so readily familiar with every last aspect of those beasts... especially with that dreadful book they had to use.
Just as Ron finished the last few bites of his sandwich, a noise from the hut stole his attention. He hadn't seen the two approach the hut, but he wasn't exactly known for focusing on much else when he had a meal. The noises however, were rather odd. At that hour, the pair should have been eating lunch, or perhaps having some tea afterwards, yet all he heard was a distinct, rhythmic slapping. What was worrying was that those noises were ones he was intimately familiar with. Curiosity, worry, and dread all filled him as he stalked forward towards the window, only to find a sight that well and truly stunned him.
The only person in the hut was the big man himself, and, despite the bulk of his body making it hard to see much, his arms were moving in a very distinct and familiar motion. It took Ron a second to even fully process what he was seeing. Sure, men had to relieve themselves like that, but picturing Hagrid doing so, let alone with Hermione able to walk in at any moment, was insane to him. Not to mention the fact the half-giant had to use both hands for it, putting Ron's only average member to shame. He had to snap his eyes away from the sight to look around some more for any sign of Hermione, just in case he needed to rush to the door and keep watch for the big man. He couldn't imagine how his wife would react to a man, let alone Hagrid of all people, answering the call of nature.
Somehow, the situation only grew stranger the longer Ron looked around. Hermione's cloak was still on the hook by the door when it was just chilly enough, and the food on the table was only half eaten. Her tea cup was knocked over with all of the tea spilled across the table while the sandwich Hagrid had made for her was all lopsided and smashed. The lopsided part Ron wouldn't have found too odd, but it clearly looked like something had fallen on top of it and flattened most of it. They were clues that slowly clicked into place in his mind but never quite found the connective tissue to really fit. There was something he was so clearly missing, something completely inexplicable and unexplainable. Perhaps Hermione had been demonstrating a new spell that backfired or teaching Hagrid a spell he could try that—
The final piece of the puzzle clicked fully into place when the huge man turned around, leaving Ron speechless and his mind struggling to fully fathom what he was seeing. Hermione hadn't left the hut at all. In fact, Hagrid wasn't masturbating but... actually, with how much he absolutely filled her and the way he used her, it didn't seem like an important distinction to call it something else. At first a huge fit of rage flowed into the wizard as he watched that giant of a man trying to shove his equally massive, even for his size, cock into Hermione, but then he saw her face. Hagrid's cock would make what most people call witch breakers feel wholly inadequate, wider than Ron's bicep, and he had taken some pride in starting to add some muscle to his otherwise lean frame, and so long that he could have laid it atop Hermione and covered her from her crotch to the tip of her head, if not more. It was the kind of cock that should have had her screaming and yowling, either in pain or pleasure, especially as it was being forced into her ass. Yet, there was no noise from his wife beyond the thick squelching of the lube Hagrid forced out with every stroke.
There was some odd relief when Ron noticed her eyes were rolled back and her body otherwise limp, telltale signs that Hagrid had used some form of sleeping spell, or simply drugged her tea. However, the fact she wasn't cheating on her felt rather empty when put against the fact that one of his oldest friends wasn't just fucking his wife but fully remodeling her body. Yet, his emotions just couldn't get past that initial wave of awe, surprise, and sheer fascination. The anger and frustration he felt burned out in moments while every instinct he had to kick the door down and confront the man fell away just as quickly. There was just a lingering voice in his mind telling him he would never see another man fuck a woman like that, that he would never be able to treat Hermione that way himself. Those odd thoughts were so strangely agreeable, dragging him closer to the window to get a better view and so effortlessly muting the disgust and shame he should have felt watching his own wife get railed.
Even if she wasn't his wife, any sane man should have hurried in to rescue her. Even with magic available, it seemed impossible that someone could fully heal the damage that monster of a cock was doing to her insides. It was like a full blooded giant had her held in his grip to enjoy the unique tightness of a fully human asshole. Perhaps the only major difference between Hagrid and a full blooded giant was that Hagrid had to wrap both hands around her waist to thrust her up and down and was clearly using all of his strength to fuck her. However, that full strength still wasn't enough to work her all of the way down his cock. Enough of it was crammed inside of her to stretch her asshole as far as it would go, warping her soft cheeks into tight arches and turning her asshole into a thin, barely visible, white ring, yet that much still seemed like barely any of his cock.
A large, distinct bulge pushed against her navel, as if trying to pop her belly button back out. It made her stomach look like it was undulating as Hagrid hammered in and out, ever so slightly speeding up his breakneck pace as his face twisted. There was a deep frustration in his expression as his veiny length slammed in and out, his frown twisting into an uncharacteristic viciousness that should have made Ron scared for Hermione's life. Yet, he could only stare at her body bouncing, at that cock slamming against whatever wall it was keeping him from plunging the last two feet of his length inside, and accept the deep excitement filling his body. Her body was practically flopping in his grasp, with her upper half bouncing so hard that her frizzy hair became a waving curtain in front of her face while her legs slapped against his thighs in a disjointed yet fervent rhythm.
Ron could almost feel the building shake as Hagrid braced himself against the wall, anything to eek out a bit more leverage and strength into every thrust. It was easy to imagine how much Hermione's insides must have been aching and straining beneath the task of accepting that giant's cock. Every thrust threatened to tear through her. Every thrust filled her body up so much that her flat belly was warping into something grotesque. It was even possible to see the veins so relentlessly scraping her insides through her own skin and the way her insides almost bounced against that hefty hammering. He was using her like a fleshlight but one too small to work, one he would have to rip into a new shape just to be serviceable. His fingers really dug into her small waist, and his arms visibly flexed from the extra effort even beneath his loose coat.
There should have been no force, magical or otherwise, that should have stopped the man's progress. Hermione's poor ass should have been tearing apart not just been churned into a million pieces. There was already a thick, almost grotesque, mix of her insides snapping and struggling while the thick lube smeared inside of her continued to be worked into her skin and forced out in little spurts. The only thing missing was the sound of his large hips against her body with a deep, fervent pace that marked every time he drilled deeper than Ron could ever hope to reach. Imagining what it would sound like when he broke that barrier, when he finally powered through the rest of her body was both exciting and utterly frightening.
His eyes were glued to the bulge in her belly, his breath catching as he watched it slam outwards time and time again. Every one seemed like the one that would finally break her and make the rest of her body match the rotund shape her belly was taking. His hand slipped down to his jeans and fumbled with the fly, desperation taking those movements over as he tried to make sure he didn't miss that climactic moment. However, as he finally managed to get himself free and ready, Hagrid seemed to stop. There was one last, deep slam downwards that stretched Hermione's stomach out that little bit more. He managed another half an inch inside of her but only pressed deeper against that wall, stretching it to the limit. Hermione's upper half hung limply as he stopped, only shaking and raising slightly as the increased pressure made even her unconscious mind react. Then, one big hand slipped away from her waist so his arm could loop beneath one of her legs, getting a firm hold before the other followed suit.
One swift movement was all it took for her to be poised above his cock, lifted high in the air and so completely folded that her knees nearly touched her ears. His hands pressed up on the back of her head and neck for that extra leverage, or perhaps just to intimidate her unconscious body into giving in before the pressure up there became too great. Her own legs squished her modest breasts together to really plump her chest up and add to the overly sensual image of her body about to be speared through by gravity, strength, or both. Even as she rested there with that bulge pressing on her belly button, she seemed to sink a little more, making her calves swing a little. The thumping of Ron's heart seemed faster than the passing moments as he waited for Hagrid to really rail her, to show him a pounding somehow even more intense than what came before.
Yet, even all his expectations and desires paled in comparison to what Hagrid did to her. His arms really showed their power as they so effortlessly lifted her with an almost worrying speed. One moment she was stuffed to the brim with that veiny length and the next her asshole was poised at the top of his tip, her bowels almost seeming to take a second more to snap back into her body. It was a wonder that her insides weren't just pulled out of her as she clung to that length moving faster than her body possibly could have reacted to, not that any amount of trying to loosen up would change the death grip of her body being so thoroughly warped, but that would have lasted mere moments before he crammed them right back inside with a vigor that made Ron's own gut ache.
The way her belly stretched as that cock powered through her seemed more intense than before. Ron could almost see the way her flesh would have twanged if it wasn't being pulled as taut as it could go, and then some. Yet, it only appeared for a moment before the large man was jerking her back up, as if the very elasticity of her body was helping speed him along as much as it was preventing him from sinking deeply into her. Every motion was so utterly savage, almost seeming mindless in its singular purpose, yet that in turn made it almost hypnotizing. Hermione's body was being so thoroughly and quickly used that her body was not only always in constant motion but her calves and limp arms seemed stuck in free fall, unable to fully move in one direction. There was little distinction between the moment her stomach was punched outwards and when she was left so completely empty, happening almost at the very same time.
Those noises being torn from her body grew to a fever pitch, and, despite her unconscious state, whines slipped from her lips. They were likely just the sounds of air being slammed out of her lungs over and over again, the motion of that cock replacing her breaths with quick, shallow gasps, yet there was an undeniable excitement that filled Ron at the very idea that she felt so good that even in her sleep she couldn't help but moan. And it was hard to imagine her not feeling utterly divine with how relentlessly that cock churned her up. The thick sounds of the lube being squeezed out and almost foaming up around her stretched out ring alongside the more worrying tones of those veins catching against her were as strong a sign as the very strength inherent to the way those burly arms forced her up and down.
And, bit by bit, the bulge grew. It was hard to tell at first because it didn't travel up her body, instead pulling her belly button further outwards like some sort of pocket. It took almost a full minute for Ron to notice a distinct change in the shape, but it became more obvious by the second. Perhaps it was because of the angle of Hagrid's thrusts or perhaps just the sheer tightness of her passage holding him back, but her belly folded inwards around his length. The bulge became a seperate pocket stretching alongside her body, her pussy pulling open a little while the rest of her crotch was stretched into a thin glove just for his cock. The veins throbbing inside of her and grinding her poor asshole up, truly rearranging her guts in a way Ron couldn't quite fathom, were so clearly seen through her skin, albeit just as another blur added to the ever lengthening blur covering her body.
Beneath the intense sounds of her body smacking, stretching, and being rearranged, there were the growing grunts of exertion slipping from Hagrid. They were perhaps the biggest sign of just how much effort he was putting into plowing Hermione's bowels up into her throat. The tightness of her body was making every inch a struggle, but that was surely just making it feel that much better, that stretched out pocket tightening around him with every little bit more to really massage his entire length. Words joined that filthy mix of noises, starting incomprehensibly beneath his groans and grunts but quickly forming into insults that made Ron's ears turn red. The always happy and kind man turned into a monster with Hermione, not just with the way her tore her insides up with that veritable battering ram of a cock but with how scathingly he berated her.
"Stupid witch whores," That cock seemed to slam deeper with every syllable, as if driving the meaning into her body like a brand, "Always acting better than me. Can't even take my entire cock!"
The words were never ending, emphasizing the way he struggled to get deeper and deeper. The bulge was rising above her ribs by then, and her pert ass came closer and closer to fitting against his solid body. She was so close to becoming a sleeve for his cock, so permanently altered and reshaped that only he could feel good inside of her. That thinness of her body only went to show just how good Hagrid was feeling to Ron as he continued to watch, the side of the hut painted with a few strings of white even as his hand continued to move. It was hard to imagine how tight Hermione felt with every fiber of her being being tightened around a cock that was more thick than her waist. And with every thrust, that cock started to power against the tight, struggling sleeve that much more, really making the blur bounce and a low growl slip from Hagrid's clenched teeth.
It still wowed Ron that the massive thing could somehow go deeper, even as it warped her body so strangely. Every moment brought Hagrid closer to pressing that bulge up near her throat, a shape nearly as wide as her own head. Her skin would be pulled so tight that it would barely be there, little more than a condom for his length to fill and bloat out like a balloon. Her breasts were already bouncing wildly as the tip treated them like a punching back, nearly pushed far enough ahead to just make them jiggle as they flattened against her chest. It was hard to tell if his cock was even really fucking her insides anymore between them certainly having been churned into paste by then and his angle fucking her skin more than anything.
The hands on the back of her head slipped as they moved instead to her shoulders. Her body angled more and more as he adjusted his grip on her, pushing down on her shoulders then grabbing her biceps. If he applied any more pressure on her arms, they likely would have dislocated from their sockets, especially as he slowly worked down those last few issues. The slow, gradual descent of her body until it was parallel with the floor contrasted the sheer ferocity making her calves shake and almost kick her own bouncing head and tangle in her frizzy hair, but Ron hardly noticed that beneath the sight of that cock flesh somewhat disappearing bit by bit inside of her. Of course, with how clearly it reshaped her stomach, it wasn't very well hidden at all, but that just made it easier to imagine the tight, futile grip clinging those thick, throbbing veins, especially as Hagrid's curses and degrading remarks were twisted away by heftier and heftier grunts.
Just like before, the large man seemed stuck on those last few inches, stuck on driving the hilt into her thoroughly destroyed and remodeled ass. He slammed harder and harder, really making her tits swing and jiggle and the taut tent of her skin seem like it would break. The slight pink of his tip seemed to grow that little bit more clear with every thrust. His rhythm became faster and shallower as he focused entirely on just hammering against that wall deep inside of her, or perhaps simply on hammering through her very body. Ron couldn't help but be reminded of that muggle film Hermione had told him about where the alien had burst from a man's stomach. Every time her belly undulated outwards, he fully expected a creature to come tearing out with a victorious screech or Hagrid to claim her in that one final way.
However, Hermione's body proved surprisingly resilient. Even as he jerked her back and forth like a doll, even as only a few inches hammered in and out with such fervor that the bulge became a nearly inconceivable blur, Hagrid only sank deeper. It took a few long minutes of just tearing into Hermione and making her calves kick so hard that it was a miracle they didn't dislocate for the final few inches to pop inside. There was none of the gradual tension that came with him piercing the rest of her body, just a sudden slam and slapping of her body against his. The sound of her ass finally pressing against his crotch was mixed with a low grunt of both satisfaction and what almost sounded like surprise. He paused for the first time since Ron started watching, as if stunned by the way Hermione felt with her stomach so tightly wrapped around him and his cock reaching just against her throat.
That pause was barely for a moment before a sudden savagery overtook his expression. It was hard to see within the mess of his thick beard and long hair, but it was so easily felt. The intensity in how he fucked the slender woman before paled in comparison to how he rammed into her now. She truly both looked and felt like a sleeve being worked up and down his cock despite his hands moving her arms and not her waist. He rode her like an animal, dragging her back and forth with such vigor that her upper half bounced just as much as her belly. It almost seemed like every vicious thrust smacked her body upwards while he just held her steady with his arms, like an overworked piston working so fast that it was sure to burn out and break in moments.
There was no way that, despite his cock seeming to only stretch her belly, her insides weren't being so thoroughly demolished. Even as he ground past them with a thin wall of her flesh to protect them, the sheer strength and speed of that veiny length had to be mashing them and all but grinding against her very spine. It was no surprise that her pussy turned into a fountain the moment Hagrid bottomed out inside of her with her womb being massaged by the entirety of that over two foot long cock relentlessly. The squirting poured down both of their thighs, soaking into his pants, and broke only as his hefty sack slammed against her now sodden cunt and dammed it for the briefest of instants. Even while passed out, even while being ravaged by a man with the hungers of a werewolf, Hermione came more than she ever had with Ron, like some whore that had only just been awoken to what pleasure actually felt like.
Every last moment of that brutal finale was pure savagery. Ron knew he should have been worried, able to hear the very creaking of her skin as the well defined shape of that engorged tip threatened to burst through her skin and able to see how her hole was being stretched and beaten into a ring loose even for the huge man and his huge cock. Yet, that just made all of the excitement grow. His hand continued to pump faster and faster, almost hoping that final step would happen or that perhaps something inside of her would snap as the indomitable flesh smashed through her body, tore through it without a single shred of mercy. But that never came. Instead, it all ended so fast as Hagrid's grunts quickly shifted from the lower huffs of exertion to something far more animalistic and rapid, the deep panting of a man about to let loose the biggest load of his life.
When he started to cum, it would have been impossible to tell he was if not for being able to see the swirl of his cum warping the skin at the tip of his cock. He continued to fuck her for a few more intense slams, making the thin layer of skin struggling against his length look like it was being battered by some cartoon hands. Every thick spurt arced outwards before settling into a growing ball that sloshed as the cock head slammed into it, even working some out as the sheer size squeeze it past the lube and the achingly tight ring of her asshole. Then, he stopped with a final groan and just stood there with her arms pulled upwards and his entire body shaking. The cum from her cunt was a thin fan around his hefty, almost spasming sack while his cum was a veritable fountain.
Once he stopped thrusting, her belly swelled like a beach ball being inflated, the taut, spherical shape broken by the tent his powerful spurts created. It became a bigger and bigger miracle with each passing second that the woman didn't pop. Perhaps it was from the white that started to pour from her mouth, but even that didn't stop or slow the rapid growth of her body. That small pocket of her belly swelled until she looked nine months pregnant, nearly with twins to boot, before the large man started to draw backwards. White, half giant cum poured from her as his cock slipped out, as if the thick tip was scraping it out or like the air from an unplugged beach ball. The way it ran so thickly down her thighs and still squirting cunt made Ron realize that it was probably virile enough to get her knocked up in an instant, and that final, shameful thought finally squeezed out the last few drops of cum from his own aching cock. However the little splatters against the wall and ground were pathetic compared to the puddle of white Hagrid dropped Hermione into.
His face twisted as he looked down at the woman and the giant, gaping, and almost bubbling crater of her ass. It was a mix of satisfaction, regret, and worry that Ron lost as he turned and grabbed the umbrella from next to Hermione's jacket. Hagrid shoved the umbrella into the pool of cum in her ass and seemed to give a silent prayer before muttering a few incantations under his breath. It took three full spells for him to suck up all of the cum, then her own sweat, and every other liquid that would leave her feeling sticky or slick. Then another few spells slowly made her body shift, moving her broken ass back into a tight, but still reddened and slightly gaping, ring and the bruises beginning to form on her battered ass mostly disappear. In just a few moments with amateurish, and likely under-powered, spells, she was seemingly back to normal. To finish the charade, Hagrid dressed her once more and slipped her back into her seat, even swapping out the drink and smashed sandwich.
She awoke just as he stuffed his mostly limp cock back into his pants, yawning and frowning as she looked around.
"What happened?" Hermione shifted in her seat, "And why do I hurt?"
"Oh," Hagrid cleared his throat in embarrassment, "When I went to call you for lunch, you came across a blasted end shrewt that went straight for your ass. It hit you pretty hard and knocked you out before I could chase it off. I hope you don't hurt too badly."
"Of course not, Hagrid," She cooed, trying to soothe the worried man, "I'm glad you were there to help. I'm sure most other men would have been taking advantage of me. But I probably should get home now. Ron will probably want some supper made by the time he gets back."
Ron's eyes went wide, and he immediately closed the fly of his jeans, briefly trying to wipe out the drenched crotch before just giving up. Luckily, with his head start, he was able to arrive before Hermione did with a quick excuse that he was let out early for the day. She just grinned with happiness, even as she limped across the house, and gave him a kiss. Then it was back to their normal routine of him listening to her talk about her day with a smile on his face. However, instead of just loving the sound of her voice like he usually did, Ron's focus was on the next weekend and seeing what Hagrid would do to her next, hoping the half giant man would push her even further past her limits.