Title: A Spider's Web
Categories: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Arachne (OFC)
Tags: F/m, Femdom, Shota, Bondage, NonCon, Shrinking, Vore, Monster Girl, Arachne
Beta Reader: SimplylovingIt
Started: 12/07/2024
Finished: 12/07/2024
Public: 12/08/2024
In a shadowy corner of the muggle park in Little Whinging, where the whispers of leaves danced with the chuckles of the distant stream, the young Harry Potter found himself in a precarious situation. His heart hammered against his ribcage as Dudley's gang grew closer, thunderous footsteps echoing like the drums of doom. The fear was palpable; a thick fog clung to him, and his young body trembled as he desperately searched for a hiding spot. As the fear grew more potent with every heavy step he heard, something inside him snapped, and his magic surged, responding to the primal need to survive.
The world around him grew larger, the blades of grass towering like ancient trees, as his body dwindled, shrinking smaller and smaller until he was no more than a pitiful 6 inches in height.
The shrinking sensation was strange as it was fast; his stomach dropped, and every inch of his body tingled with mystical energy.
Harry's eyes widened, taking in the vast expanse of the miniature world before him as he stumbled backwards into the safety of a thicket of bushes. The ground shook beneath his feet as Dudley and his gang of giant buffoons ran past his reduced form.
Harry's gaze fell upon the most terrifying yet fascinating creature he had ever encountered as the world grew quieter with the fading footsteps of his tormentors. A beautiful woman with eyes that made his tummy turn with a pleasant discomfort, her voluptuous chest lightly bouncing with every breath she took. Her web, a masterpiece of silken allure, shimmered in the dappled sunlight, a treacherous trap for the unwary.
Panic set in as Harry felt a sticky thread brush against his skin, and before he could react, he was ensnared in the silky gossamer prison. The Arachne loomed over him, her flawless human skin enhanced by the shimmering exoskeleton of her arachnid body. Her full red lips curled into a knowing smile, revealing sharp fangs that gleamed like crystal.
"Hello there, little one," she purred, her voice a hypnotic melody, her ethereal voice commanding Harry's muscles to relax. "You're quite the catch, aren't you?"
Her eight legs skittered around him, the tips of her limbs brushing against his body, sending shivers down his spine. Harry tried to struggle, but his strength was futile against the sticky embrace of her web. The Arachne leaned in closer, her breath hot and sweet, carrying the scent of fresh flowers and something darker, something predatory.
"Don't fight," she whispered, her fangs grazing his ear, and her breath tickled his neck, sending erotic shivers he did not yet understand down his spine. "You're mine now."
With a flick of her wrist, dozens of strands of silk wrapped their way around his body, encasing the shrunken boy in a thick layer of silk, immobilising him completely. Her tongue flicked out to taste the salty tang of his fear, dragging its length along his cheek and around the shell of his ear.
Her human hands, soft and gentle, began to trace patterns over his cocooned body, her touch sending electrical waves of terror and desire through him. The spider woman leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with a deep hunger, making Harry squirm in her web.
"So delicate," she murmured, her fangs glistening. "So tasty."
Harry flinched, his body barely moving in the tight confines of the webbing.
Her mouth opened wide, more akin to a serpent than an arachnid. Harry was visibly trembling in the cocoon as she stepped closer, her shadow eclipsing all light as she bore down on him. Harry's eyes widened, and his mouth opened in a silent scream as her pink, plump tongue extended to caress his cheek. The heat of her mouth washed over his face.
Her mouth somehow widened even further as she proceeded to take the trembling boy's head into her salivating maw. Her eyes fluttered as her mouth closed around his neck, and she began to slurp him inside.
Harry was immersed in the humid darkness of the Arachne's mouth. A powerful sucking force tugged on him as if trying to tear his head from his body. His cocooned shoulders slid past her full lips - they were so soft and warm - and his head bumped into the back of the woman's throat, and then she began to swallow.
Powerful muscles contracted around the young boy as the mysterious Arachne swallowed him. With every flex, warm, moist walls slapped around his head and his face, imprinting their heat, flavour and scent onto him before the next contraction dragged his shoulders into her throat.
Even as fear crushed his heart, and his stomach was slurped into her mouth like a string of spaghetti marinated in sauce, Harry couldn't help but find the constant pressure of the Arachne's throat to be oddly comforting, like a warm, loving embrace he'd been craving all his life. But still, he struggled, his tiny fists attempting to pound against the soft flesh but barely managing to do more than paw limply at her cheeks until,
Gulp
His torso was dragged into the hot confines of her throat, only his ankles now stuck out from between the beautiful creature's voluptuous lips.
Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
Her stomach was a velvet prison, a cocoon of warmth and darkness. He could already feel the digestive juices beginning to work their way through the silky cocoon, then his clothes, the fabric dissolving away to leave his bare skin exposed to the caustic kiss of her saliva. It tingled more than it hurt, mystical chemicals seeping through his skin to placate the Arachne's prey and aid digestion.
Harry's mind slowed, his body weakening as he felt himself broken down and consumed by the Arachne's insatiable hunger, which became fuel for her body.
The dark world grew hazy, the pain and fear morphing into a strange, detached fascination. He could feel her body moving around him, her spider legs caressing the inside of her stomach, her human hands stroking the outside of her abdomen. The Arachne moaned in pleasure, her movements becoming more sensual as she savoured the feeling of Harry inside her.
Darkness began to close in. Harry's thoughts slowed even more as he was forced to accept his fate and new reality. He was trapped within the belly of this powerful creature.
The walls of the Arachne's stomach tightened, squeezing him until he felt he would be compressed into a thick, gooey juice of gore. Harry could feel it; his body was breaking down, dissolving into the warm, wet embrace of the Arachne's digestive system. Tiny pinpricks turned into stinging bites and then into an ocean of burning needles across his body.
Harry opened his mouth to scream, but no sound would escape the moist confines of his prison, the vibrations of his terrified agony only serving to enhance the pleasure his devourer felt as she caressed and fondled her body.
It could have been hours, minutes, or even days. Time lost all meaning to Harry as his bubbling body got smaller and smaller until, with a final pulse of agony, it was over.
Harry was broken down and digested, his essence joining with the Arachne's own, fueling her strength and vitality while his physical body fuelled her energy and added to the seductive fat sacks that were her breasts.
The Arachne revelled in the feeling of his magic mingling with hers, a heady cocktail that filled her with a power, unlike anything she had ever known. He was such a more satisfactory meal than any other insect she had caught in her web.
The Arachne lay back on her web, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she digested her meal. The memory of her meal would stay with her much longer than the shrunken wizard had. He was now a delicious memory to keep her company through the lonely nights. And somewhere within her, the spark of his magic danced, a captive flame that would never burn out.
She hoped she would catch another in her web. With more power like this, she would be able to grow and one day prey on the muggles that wouldn't hesitate to stomp her out of existence.