"Poppy, have you finished harvesting the eggs?". Hermione didn’t hear a response, she strained to peer over her obtrusively large tits, to see if she could see any evidence of this newest violation. She could detect only a slight pain in the region below her stomach, the familiar activity in her sex didn’t seem any worse than usual. She sensed that some receptacles were changing hands, which lead her to assume the worst with the inevitable conclusion that the harvesting was complete.