Hermione threw her head back and screamed as she felt the changes in motion, ripping through the marrow of her bones, somehow obliterating the length and dexterity of her limbs until she remained diminished on four shortened stumps. "You’ll like this too, it is keyed to the control galleon, touch the bands with the coins to readjust the length". Hermione felt seasick as the length of her limbs were adjusted with the finesse of a toddler jiggling a dial. She let the additional waves of pain wash over her, until her wizard captors agreed that her adjusted limbs had forced her into a convenient fuckable height.