"N-no... Harry, Ron please... anyone!" A young witch sobbed quietly as hid inside a stall in the recluse she found herself in. It seemed like a good idea at the time, run away from that j-jerk Ron, but...
 
STOMP!
 
She stayed in the stall for a short while, when suddenly heavy and wet breathing entered. It was a troll. It caught her scent and was now circling like an idiot in the overside bathroom. She nearly screamed before barely becoming silent, her brown curly hair practically drooping when mid vent in the bathroom the door was busted open. Now, her soft brown eyes were wide-eyed, and her pale skin even paler.
 
The poor girl hugged herself in terror. At only eleven years old, Hermione Granger barely knew the basics of magic. Nothing that could win a fight against a normal adult male, let alone a troll. And trying to run? That was out of the window, she was barely 65 pounds at the height of 4"5, a lifetime of reading and staying in doors meant whatever little flab on her still developing body wasn't gonna help. She'd be better off hiding her face in her tangled curls and trying to be a bush, knowing how unathletic she was and how stupid trolls are. Her body was that of any other preteen, with a slender frame and limbs that hadn't yet reached the curviness that would have normally been her future. Barely noticeable mounds were noticeable in her washboard figure and narrow hips, her cute butt slightly rounder and plumper.
 
Herminoe shuddered, not too long ago she snuck into the library and read some of the age restricted books. One book, on trolls... Her legs wobbled as she tried to calm down, n-no, that won't happen.
 
The stomps stopped. Hermione's breath got caught in her throat.
 
"Found you."
 
The massive 12 foot tall monster ripped open the flimsy wooden bathroom door, its tiny, beady eyes locking onto her.
 
Hermione stared uncomprehendingly, "W... W-winga-- Ah!"
 
As if she was made of tissue paper, she was backhanded into the wall of the bathroom, tearing up at the pain and promptly freezing as she heard a crack. Her wand. She dropped it. And the troll just crushed it underneath it's gnarled foot.
 
"You. Girl?"
 
The witch's mouth turned dry, the very noticeable monstrous bulge in the monster's pants was obvious. It was a-almost as big as her! T-the number of witches in that book she read, that became breeding sows to trolls... She can't let that happen!
 
"N-no I-I'm not..." She lied.
 
The troll cocked it's head in confusion and snorted. Was she--
 
Hermione screamed her lungs out as the troll suddenly ripped off her robes, accidentally dragging off her modest panties. The frail tween was now stripped and in the grasp of a monster was about to rape her.
 
She stared in utter speechless horror as the troll unbuckled it's filthy pants, and a third leg slid out. Looking closer to a diseased and dying tree, the troll stared blankly at Hermione expecting her to somehow be able to please something with a penis as big as her.
 
"N-no! I-I won't let y-you defile me, you nasty troll!" Hermione shouted, only to then get hushed as the troll blocked her face with it's massive hands, now irritated.
 
Hermione stared in muffled fear as it's thumb covered her mouth and inspected her, she was kind of skinny looking and didn't look very nutrtious but...
 
"You look yummy."
 
"W-what?"
 
The troll's rough, meaty fingers squeezed her tightly, forcing her already small frame into a plank position and muffling her yelp. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sheer power of the troll's grip making it difficult to breathe. The troll brought Hermione closer to its face, its hot, putrid breath washing over her. She struggled, trying to squirm free, but the troll's hold was unyielding. Its mouth opened wide, revealing rows of jagged teeth and a cavernous maw dripping with thick saliva.
 
With horrifying slowness, the troll slid Hermione into its mouth. The fit was impossibly tight, her body barely squeezing past its lips. She shrieked as curly hair turned wet with the monster's saliva, her body twitching as the most intimate parts of her small body was tasted. The rough and warty tongue savored the small bumps on her chest and trembling rear of the girl. The troll's tongue probed and pushed, tasting her as it slid her body down the gullet, hungrily tasting the virgin girl. The troll grunted as the delicious saltiness and sweetness of its meal worked together.
 
Her small breasts squished against the tongue as it pushed her to the top of it's mouth, and as it did so Hermione gasped as the troll pulled her legs apart. As if curious how different her pussy juices tasted from her sweat and tears it's massive rough tongue licked and tasted her immature vagina as she sobbed. Tilting it's head back, the troll closed its jaw and left Hermione in the hot, wet darkness of its mouth.
 
"A-ah! S-stop!"
 
Hermione's screams were muffled by the troll's throat as it swallowed, her struggles growing weaker as the creature's throat muscles contracted around her. The troll tilted its head back, gulping forcefully. She felt herself being pulled down, the powerful muscles of the troll's throat squeezing her in a vice-like grip. Every inch of her body was compressed painfully, the pressure almost unbearable as she was drawn deeper into the troll's gullet.
 
The troll swallowed again, and Hermione's world turned completely dark. The tight, suffocating confines of its throat gave way to a brief moment of freefall before she landed in the troll's stomach. The chamber was hot and wet, the walls pulsing around her. The air was thick with the acrid scent of digestive acids.
 
Hermione's mind raced, terror and disbelief overwhelming her. She could hardly move in the cramped, slimy space, the stomach walls pressing against her from all sides. The realization of her fate sank in, and she felt a wave of despair wash over her. Her breaths came in shallow gasps as the troll's stomach began its slow, relentless work, the last echoes of her fear and pain swallowed by the darkness.
 
As she slid helplessly down the troll's throat, Hermione's total disbelief mingled with a dawning horror. The fleshy walls were so oppressive, she couldn't move a single inch or even attempt to cast magic, and even if she did, she knew zero wandless magic. Every attempt at movement was stifled by the muscular contractions of the troll's gullet, the slick, slimy walls pressing in on her from all sides. Her panicked screams were muffled through the thick, ugly belly of the troll, becoming nothing more than faint vibrations outside.
 
"No! Please! This can't be happening!" Hermione's voice was choked with terror, her eyes wide in pure terror as she heard the stomach she was in gurgle ominously. The troll's stomach was a hellish, oppressive environment. The walls were tight, hot, and wet, and the stinging acid began to seep into her skin, making her gasp in pain. Less than a minute in the tight innards of the troll, her pale and soft skin was already turning red and burning in pain.
 
The stomach walls tried to crush her, squeezing her already contorted body even tighter. Hermione's mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, but every effort was futile. Her panicked screams and pleads echoed through the troll's belly, growing louder with each gurgle and sickening snap of bone as the digestive process began in earnest.
 
Tears of agony ran down the first years face, h-her skin! It was melting! She was being digested.
 
"P-please! It hurts! I don't want to die!" Hermione begged at the top of the lungs as she thunked the thick fleshy walls of the stomach to no avail. Her pants only turned more defeated as every whack only meant further damage to her dissolving hand.
 
"Ah... A-ah... AHHH!!!" Hermione screamed.
 
Screaming in terror, the poor girl stared wide eyed at her hand, the skin now a slimy and half-digested mess, revealing her quickly digesting muscles in her delicate hand, "N-no... Harry! Ron! DUMBLEDORE! PLEASE! I'M SORRY!"
 
She wailed, and with an agonizing scream she wobbled and fell down, her pair of feet being digested causing her to drop into the rapidly growing pool of stomach acid. Only a mangled bloody stump on both of her lower leg remains as the ligaments melted away. The acrid scent only helped the girl choke, only for her to realize that the skin around her neck was being broken down. The stomach continued to push inwards, uncaring of the cruelty inside.
 
Sizzle.
 
Her right hand dropped into the pool of acid, breaking off.
 
Nobody was gonna save her.
 
"P-please... Mommy... Daa..d.d..y..." Hermione gurgled as she died, "I..."
 
Her voice gave out as the spark in her eyes faded, a few final tears dropping down her now hopeless face.
 
The young witch was put out of her misery as the stomach swelled for the final time, and broke her in half. The half-digested corpse popped and sizzled as it was further broken down into nutrition, the organs that spilled out from the tear being greedily churned away.
 
Outside, the troll grumbled contentedly, patting its distended belly. The muffled screams and pleas from within was now gone, only the occasional gurgle and snap was heard in the wrecked bathroom. The tight bulge that was the brave girl slowly disappeared, with only an imprint of a skull and clumps of hair visible for a brief moment before they, too, vanished as they were churned away. The troll burped loudly, expelling a few stubborn bones, hairs, blood, and a mishappen melted skull onto the bathroom floor.
 
"Stupid witch. Would not be eaten if became my mate."
 
Satisfied, the troll lumbered away, leaving no trace of Hermione Granger save for the few remnants of her existence.