Chapter 0 - Part the First

Grawp-ing for Love in all the Wrong Places
 
Ginny and Hermione stepped quietly through the Forbidden Forest. It was late, but they were sure they had not been seen leaving the castle. What they were less sure of was not being seen now they were amid the dark looming tree trunks. The Centaurs had made it perfectly clear that they didn’t like what Hagrid was doing, and that they would oppose anyone who tried to help him. The two of them were not sure what that meant, but both of them had read enough Magical history, the interesting part of it anyway, to make an educated guess.
 
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Ginny said, drawing close to Hermione as the woods around them grew denser.
 
“Not completely.” Hermione confessed, “But I am sure it’s the best way to calm him down a bit. I don’t care what Hagrid says, he’s not getting that much better. And we’ll be ok. I tested the spells out loads of times.”
 
“With who?” Ginny asked, her trepidation momentarily replaced by curiosity.
 
Hermione ignored her and squinted through the darkness.
 
“Can you hear that?” she said, still ignoring Ginny’s persistent nudges of inquiry. The redheaded witch stopped to listen, she could hear it too. The deep sonorous snores of Hagrid’s giant half-brother.
 
“Can you see him?” Ginny whispered.

”I think so,” said Hermione, wondering if she’d dare light her wand so they could be sure. “I think that’s him there… Or it’s a boulder. He’s around here somewhere. I… What?”
 
Ginny had been tapping her on the shoulder again, trying mutely to get her attention. When Hermione looked around she saw Ginny’s pale face staring down at something by their feet. Hermione looked. What she had in the gloom taken for a fallen log was twitching.
 
With a suddenness that rooted them to the floor both girls realised they were standing all but on top of the slumbering giant. Grawp lay on his back, his arms and legs stretched out across a disturbingly large area of the forest floor. His head was resting on a rock almost as big as it was. One hand was stuffed unconsciously under the filthy folds of the animal-skin garment he wore. The eyes of both witches followed the arm. Ginny swallowed.
 
“Are you absolutely sure the spell will work?” she asked barely making any sound.
 
“If it worked with the Blast-Ended Skrewts, it will work with Grawp.”
 
Hermione took advantage of her friend’s stunned silence to draw her wand.
 
“Ready?”
 
Ginny nodded and closed her eyes.
 
Hermione’s spell hit her silently, and she felt her clothes vanish in an instant but completely quiet gust of wind.
 
“Infragilio Maxima” Hermione whispered, still pointing her wand at Ginny. This spell let out a soft whoosh as it connected to and spread all over her friend’s naked body. Ginny sighed, shudderingly, her body seeming to slowly relax. All the nervous tension seemed to leave it and when she opened her eyes, her face was an image of placid contentment.
 
“See, the spell works perfectly.” said Hermione, turning the wand on herself and banishing her clothes. She had been very proud of that spell; it used a combination of several other spells and she was pretty sure nobody had thought of it before her. It was very useful, sending your clothes into nothingness for a while before calling them back crisp and clean onto yourself. No witch should be without it. Then she cast her altered Infragilio Charm, which hit her as it had hit Ginny, spreading out over her body in cool blue ripples of light. She was almost getting used to the feeling of bodily relaxation that came with casting it.

Ginny on the other hand had sunk to a heap on the floor, grinning happily, her legs simply too relaxed and flexible to support her slight frame. Only slightly unsteadily Hermione bent down next to her.
 
“I feel like I’m made of sponge.” said Ginny, her eyes managing to focus on Hermione’s face as she came nearer.
 
“I know. It’ll get easier to move in a moment.” Hermione said, already looking down at the slumbering giant below them. She raised her want a final time before tossing out of harm’s way. It took a moment or two longer for the silent wind to vanish Grawp’s ‘clothes’, if that was the right word. Hermione and Ginny were beyond such musings however, struck dumb by the enormity of what faced them.
 
“I thought that was it’s arm.” the petite redhead breathed, her eyes wide as saucers.

”I don’t think the other Giants were bullying him because he was small.” Hermione mumbled in reply.
 
The thing. The unbelievable thing was not erect. But it still lay serpentine on Grawp’s now naked torso. It was nearly three feet round and four long. Hermione estimated it would take at least six more of them sitting in a circle to touch hands around its circumference. The head, not yet noticeably larger than the shaft, was tucked inside a foreskin that strongly resembled a flesh-coloured bin-bag.
 
Neither of them breathed. Wordlessly, soundlessly in bare feet, Hermione climbed tentatively over the giant’s legs to kneel opposite Ginny. She was staring at the space between the legs Hermione had climbed over.
 
“Would you look at those.”
 
Hermione looked. Definitely envy, she concluded.
 
“No wonder he wanted to go back to the giants.”
 
“No wonder he didn’t like only having Hagrid for company.”
 
“Good thing we’re here, eh?”
 
Hermione looked up at Ginny, recognising the glazed expression of vague imperviousness the spell gave and nodded in reply.
 
As one they reached for the thing heaving gently up and down with the giant’s breathing. Their hands were dwarfed by it. It was warm under their touch, fleshy, distinctly solid. They began gradually, rubbing up and down along the length. The first time the whole glanis emerged from the retreating foreskin both of them gasped, and paused for a moment to drink in the bell-shaped thing bigger than both both their heads put together.
 
“It’s magnificent.” said Ginny, leaning closer to the thing as it slowly began to stiffen. There was a slight but perceptible change in Grawp’s breaths as they continued to work their hands up and down, pressing gently into the resisting thing. His own massive hand, which had actually been lying beside his penis, flexed and he shifted. Both witches grinned as they saw the pleasure rousing the giant from sleep; he stretched, letting out a long rumbling growl that shook the trees and vibrated up through their arms, making them shake too.
 
Grawp opened his eyes. He looked down. Things approaching thoughts passed through his mind.

”Hermy?” He muttered, still drowsy.
 
“Hello Grawp.” she replied, trying not to giggle as the thing under her hands started to visibly grow, expanding and lengthening until it nearly touched the giant’s chin, “This is Ginny.” she said, glancing at her companion who hadn’t yet managed to look away from the vast, barrel-sized testicles that hung twitching between the tree-trunk legs.
 
“Ginny?” the giant rumbled, for once finding a name it could almost pronounce.
 
“That’s right.” Hermione said encouragingly, still trying to stop herself looking back down at the hardening, throbbing thing, “She’s here with me to help you tonight.” she smiled and nodded, trying to convey the her meaning, without really knowing how to say it. “We’re going to… Make you feel more at home?” she ventured.
 
Grawp shuddered, letting out a ragged breath that sent new shudders through Hermione’s body, she looked round, seeing at once what had happened. Ginny, buoyed by the euphoria of the spell had half lent, half flopped forwards and was now busily kissing and licking the two titanic testes that had so hypnotised her.
 
Well, thought Hermione, not succeeding in stifling the giggle that accompanied another shuddering moan from Grawp, that’s probably more effective than words anyway.
 
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Grawp was sitting up now, leaning against a sagging tree. He was also standing up. His fully erect penis now rose above the hight of his reclining head and was twice the height of the two witches. Hermione stood on his thighs, her feet well spread to reach, and stretched on tiptoe to wrap her naked arms around the thing’s shaft. He ran her whole body up and down, squeezing her breasts against the ragingly hard and vein-ribbed thing, licking and kissing every inch she passed.
 
Below her, kneeling on the ground Ginny held both gargantuan testicles in her arms, they almost enveloped her, her face buried in the soft folds of skin, little bleats of pleasure escaping from her direction whenever the huge things heaved in response to Hermione’s insistent teasing. When the massive hand came out of nowhere and caught Hermione in a fist, pinning her to the straining, swelling shaft, Ginny wouldn’t have cared if she had known, she was lost under the velvet tide of pulsing, tightening scrotum.
 
Hermione felt the hand close around her and her feet leave the giant’s legs. Held, trapped, in place between hand and penis she felt herself dragged up and down the entire length of Grawp’s penis. The crushing pressure of the giant’s fingers merely made her squeal with pleasure as her body was pressed deeply into the thing that felt so divine.
 
It was very sudden when Grawp pulled her clear of himself, and brought her unresisting body down against the enormous, rearing head. It forced its way into her flaring and quivering pussy, spreading her open, her legs bending outwards, her enchanted body rearranging itself to accommodate something several times larger than itself.
 
The head stuck inside her in a rush of stretching flesh that made Grawp moan louder, the surging of his testicles making Ginny giggle, half-concious far below. Even with the spell Hermione could feel the impossible expansion of her belly, though her neck was too limp for her to look round and see it. Her whole body was limp, very sensation bar one evaporated as instant orgasms spasmed through her when the head of the thing seemed ready to split her in half.
 
The giant still held her tight, feeling its own raging erection through her bloated flesh. He tried to push her down, tried to make her insides accommodate more of him. She gurgled, drool leaking from her open mouth as the thing began to squeeze under her ribcage. With each rib Grawp let out another grunt of pleasure and another squeak was forced from Hermione. When at last she felt the leading edge of the thing press up against her collarbone, her whole body stretched to more than double its usual girth by the invading thing, there was more cock inside her than there was her.
 
Her breath came in ragged, short gags as each breath struggled to find space around the oncoming thing. Her vision had gone dark what seemed like ages ago, now there was just popping and flashing lights and the endless tensing of her insides as orgasm after tautened orgasm rippled down her body, spurring Grawp on.
 
When he momentarily relaxed his grip however the magical elasticity of Hermione’s body reacted immediately, her continued tensing combined with that to propel her hanging body back up the length of the shaft, the contractions springing it back out of her. The forces balanced with the head again lodged in her abdomen, making her look more than heavily pregnant with its mass.
 
Grawp had loved every moment of her self-propelled ascent and eagerly brought her back down onto himself, forcing the air from her lungs again, rubbing underneath each of her rubs again, letting her go to begin to pop back off again. His hips bucked, the piston movement of his penis sending Hermione’s legs and arms flailing as she bobbed up and down faster, each downward movement ending with the feeling of the thing blocking off the base of her throat, each one pressing a little harder.
 
It took several minutes for the repeated movement to build up enough momentum in the bouncing witch to shake her loose. One one upward movement the head receded below the base of her ribs, on the next it lodged briefly in her pelvis, on the third it popped out of her with a loud, wet sound. But before she could topple over Grawp grabbed her hard, pulling her down with superhuman strength, opening her out again, stretching out her insides, making her feel her belly, then ribs, then throat expand as he forced her down.
 
When the cum came it had nowhere to go. The witch was stretched to breaking point and for all the liquid force it fired out of the Giant with, it did no more than send rippling vibrations of pleasure through Hermione, then waterfall out of her, running in long slithering waves down the length of his haft, the good five foot of it still not inside her stuffed body. He kept cumming, and it kept pouring out of her. Ginny was covered by it as it oozed down over Grawp’s testicles. She licked it up hungrily, the mere feeling of those titanic balls contacting and flexing as they continued to pump her friend beyond fullness had driven her to orgasm and she clung tightly to the things as the hot sticky tide washed over her.
 
Grawp shuddered with the force of his own orgasm, the impossible tightness of the woman in his grasp pleasuring him like never before, to say nothing of the frenzied clenching of Hermione’s body as the plateau of her first orgasms rose to new heights as she felt the pressurised cum run down her insides, their liquid globules hard pressed by the throbbing enormity of the giant. He relaxed his grip slightly, very slightly, but it was enough for the witch’s body to rise up from his impossible length, squeeze off of his massive, pulsating head and flop backwards with a loud cry of half-mindless pleasure.
 
He lay there for a moment, the last few blasts of cum firing up out of his towering, flailing head to rain down on the ground below. As the glow faded the realisation dawned that he couldn’t see his two friends any more. His face fell, his huge eyes turning to surprised shock as he looked this way and that.
 
“Hermy? Ginny?”
 
He hauled himself shakily to his feet, still naked, his still erect penis sticking out in front of his body like a… Like a… Like a nine-and-a-half-foot erection. You can only ask so much from a metaphor. It swung about as he turned, one finger pressed to a jutting lower lip in growing sorrow. He hung his head, and saw his two friends sprawled in a wide pool of his cum. His sadness dissolved, becoming joy. His face parted in a wide smile and he dropped to his hands and knees in front of them, roaring a hello that shook their rubberised bones.
 
The impacts of his huge knees and boat-sized hands also shook them, then with a dull, heavy splash the thing landed between them. Ginny managed to reach a hand out to stroke it, a lot of the cum had ended up in her lungs and she coughed frequently, brining up mouthfuls of it that she struggled to swallow even as her eyes watered. Hermione lay sprawled on her front, limbs twitching. From Grawp’s position he could see the gaping hole he had left behind him. He reached for it. His fingers were less thick than the penis had been, but they were more than big enough, and they had bones in them. Hermione moaned gently as the giant eased a single finger inside her stretched pussy. Each flex of his giant knuckles made her body thrash this way and that, still to relaxed from the spell and numb from the sex to resist.
 
When Grawp lifted his finger, she rose limply into the air with it. It bulged out from her belly as she lolled backwards, her feet barely toughing the ground. The giant waggled his finger, her body thrashed back and forwards, shaking itself loose. She fell to the floor, her legs splayed, right in the path of the giant’s erection.
 
It twitched as Grawp’s mind started to work, causing ripples to expand outwards through the ankle deep pond of cum still cooling around the two witches. He lent forwards, taking Hermione’s body in one hand and pulling it back, down onto himself.
 
Somehow, possibly because of the particular angle of her hips, still returning to normal shape after the first time, the tip of the thing came to rest squarely between her buttocks and missed her gaping vagina altogether. Air was forced out of her body again in a long moan as her ass expanded to allow the giant to squeeze inside. This time there was no part of her there to prevent the Giant’s advance, and pinned as she was by the hand, and with the giant’s whole enormous weight pressing down on her, her body gave way rapidly.
 
In three titanic thrusts, during which time Hermione lost consciousness, the huge penis head rammed through her guts, up under her ribs again, straight up through her throat and out of her mouth. Her jaw bending around the vast thing as it plopped out to lie on the ground before her face. When she saw reality again it was to see the impossible thing moving away at the end of an extending shaft of rigid flesh that she could feel passing through her whole body.
 
Grawp, roaring to feel at last the hot gripping touch of his friends body at the base of his cock, thrust up and down, still holding Hermione in place. Each time the head came back far enough to be tickled by her upper jaw stretching over it, each time the base came forward to open her ass out wider, each time the testicles landed across both her wildly parted legs.
 
Ginny, meanwhile had felt her mind returning slowly after the unbelievable orgasm the feeling of being doused from head to foot in cum had given her, saw what was happening to Hermione and her body spasmed in pleasure. When the cock burst out of her mouth Ginny had started to crawl forwards, slipping and sliding on the now cooling lake of cum. Grawp saw the movement, and shifting his weight lifted a hand from the ground to grab her.
 
He lend back on his knees, one hand still holding Hermione clamped against the base of his penis, the upper two thirds of it standing erect and free from her straining mouth. In his hands Ginny was slippery, but he managed to get a grip and held her up ready, his other hand pinning Hermione and directing his cock into position. It is not clear what, if anything he was thinking. It is probable he didn’t realise Ginny was upside down when he brought her down on his raging member, but it didn’t seem to matter a great deal either way.
 
Ginny, hanging upside down seeing the looming head below her, and far below that the trailing legs and arms of Hermione, simply opened her mouth as wide as possible and waited, breathlessly, body tingling in anticipation, for Grawp to move.
 
Her jaw, like Hermione’s spread open wide to admit the head of his cock entrance. Her throat expanded maddeningly as the glanis slopped through and onwards. She expanded outwards like Hermione had done, but in reverse; her ribs, her belly, then finally her buttocks parted as from within the head reappeared from her flapping legs. With blurred vision she saw the upper half of Hermione’s face coming nearer as the thing slid down her throat, and out her ass. Their noses pressed together at last, only the top two feet of the thing was left uncovered.
 
Ginny managed to regret not asking someone else to join them, before, one witch in each hand Grawp began thrusting. He pounded through the two of them, Hermione’s buttocks hitting off of his hips, spread thin around the base of his penis. Ginny’s eyes crossed her mind seeming to dissolve as the flaring head entered and exited her ass, the ribbed edge of it sending staggered blasts of bliss down her body.
 
When Grawp came the second time he was on the upward-stroke, the tip of his penis pulled back to rest in the bowels of the redheaded witch. Both of them managed a muffled exclamation of ecstasy as they felt the pumping blasts of it pass through their bodies. Ginny felt the blasts of it erupt from her stretched, gaping anus, then she felt it rolling down over her body, as it had done before.
 
Grawp roared and dragged both witches down as far as they could go, their combined tightening and squeezing as his orgasm brought them back to theirs driving him wild. The rest of his cum fired out across the forest floor which rang with his continued cries, and echoed with the loud wet sound of the forming another expanding lake of cum.
 
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Hermione and Ginny both passed out shortly after that, their mouths pressed together in a vague approximation of a kiss. Both had considered kissing the other, neither had expected it to happen like that. The last thing they saw was the eyes of the other close up, both bulging as more cum passed through their bodies; Hermione’s would go, then Ginny’s a split-second later.
 
Neither of them was sure what happened after that. Judging by the several new pools of cum around the clearing he had continued in that vein for some time, even when both of them had relaxed completely into oblivion. There was the possibility he did other things.
 
When they next knew what was happening they were lying on their backs, side by side. Cum dried rapidly over their bodies, matted in their hair, stuck to itself between their fingers and limbs. They were breathing gently, as if asleep, the rapid recovery granted by the spell giving no indication of what they had just been through. What roused them from that pleasant quiet rest was a new sound. Not the long sonorous snores of Grawp a little way off where he had collapsed after finally exhausting himself, but the sound of hooves. Many hooves.