This is a BBW/BHM/BFM fic. Those are basically acronyms for appreciation of fat characters. This fic is not everyone's cup of tea, and there's nothing wrong with that. However, if you are one of those people, there is no need to leave a mean comment, just move along.

This is in no way intended to glorify this type of life style and more importantly, no meant to offend anyone. This is a kink fic with no real plot. I don't know how many chapters it will have. I do have a fat Severus story on my regular penname if anyone is interested. Enough talk, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling

Lily stirred. Something tickled her arms, her chin, her cheek, her forehead. Her body jerked in a rhythmic movement. As each thud sounded in her ears, she jolted slightly. It was then she noticed the feeling of beefy arms beneath her, one under her legs and the other supporting her back and neck. She cracked open her eyes, curious about the identity of her savior. What she found was unexpected, but familiar.

She was pressed into Hagrid's chest. His beard dangling on top of her, brushing against her skin. He looked down at her, seeming to register that she had woken. "I gotcha, yer safe now."

It had been almost a year since the attack. Lily remembered only bits and pieces of it. It had been an ambush, she knew that much. Death eaters had learned the location of the Order meeting house, had attacked while many of them were inside. She remembered the chaos, the screams of her fellow fighters. Many had been killed that day. She had suffered only a head injury. Although it affected her memory of the night, she had kept her life unlike so many others and she owed that to Hagrid.

He had removed the frilly, pink umbrella from the interior of his overcoat, had fought valiantly despite his limited skill and been nearly immune to many spells in return. Lily didn't know how she ended up being the one he saved, but she was ever grateful for it.

Hagrid had brought her here, to his hut. It was safe, unlike so much of the wizarding world and she had been happy to be here. Madam Pomfrey had come immediately, fussing over her like she had when Lily was a child and in the hospital wing for some minor injury. Lily had wanted to push her away, to allow the sleep that was threatening to overtake her, but she didn't. She allowed the matron and the gate keeper to care for her instead. She could never deny the smile on Hagrid's face.

And that was how she ended up still here, all this time later.

He had been ecstatic for the company, to say the least. She remembered his desire to watch over creatures who had been broken, been hurt by mankind, been unloved. She just never imagined that she would fall into that category. He was doting, perhaps too doting. But, he was happy to have her here and she felt safe, untouchable by the outside world and the monsters inside of it. So she had stayed, and stayed, and stayed.

She'd be a fool to say she hadn't noticed the changes, Hagrid couldn't deny them either. Though he was kind enough not to say it out loud. She had devoured the bland, rock hard cakes of his making, Ignoring the tooth breaking qualities out of kindness and the need to fill a hole. The two of them lived off of Hagrid's cooking during the day. Dinner was brought by house elves, whether he went up to the castle or opted to give her company.

Her once active life had been diminished to this sedentary, food filled lifestyle. It was no wonder that the top of her trousers began to dig into her within just a few days. That the fabric grew tight across her thighs. What was a surprise however was her feelings toward it.

She'd grown up in a home that taught her sugar was bad, that there was never a time for dessert or to overeat and that was precisely what she had done during her time here. She had devoured, had filled herself to the brim with food that her parents despised. She had watched her stomach expand, growing inch by inch and resting on her thighs more and more. Her breasts had gotten fuller, rounder like everything else, laying a top her stomach. Her arse had at least doubled in size, growing more dimpled by the day and she loved every bit of it.

At first, as the weight began creeping on to her frame, her stomach would roll when she sat. But, it had gradually filled out more, each roll disappearing and morphing into the large ball it now resembled. What had once been slim and taut now hung over her always too small trousers in every direction. The clothes left angry, red lines in her skin, begging her to transfigure them into a larger size. Even when she listened to that demand it wasn't long before another transfiguration was needed.

With her appetite had also grown the desire to be bigger, never satisfied with the fullness of her body, the softness of her muffin top. She loved when she could feel her clothes growing too small. Usually happening in only a matter of days since the time before. The fabric of her robes pulled so tightly over her large abdomen, the edge of her trousers digging into the underside of her flab, begging to be unbuttoned. Today was no different.

She had woken ravenous, as always, and found herself immediately at the giant sized table. Hagrid was out, likely performing his duties as gate keeper, leaving her alone. He had learned her habits in their time together, leaving her a heaping amount of food. She obliged him, knowing he would be hurt if she didn't eat it. Her plate was loaded with several hard pieces of bread and even more over cooked eggs.

Her clothing was already tight. She would need to expand it tomorrow to fit her growing frame. But, today, she would enjoy the fact that it no longer fit her, yet again. Lily shoveled bite after bite into her mouth, her hand resting and the top of her increasingly round belly as she fell into her daily routine. She took breaks from eating long enough to down a cup of tea that had far too much sugar.

She refilled her plate each time it emptied, never quite satisfied, and Hagrid having left her more than enough. The cloth of her shirt edged upwards as she ate, as she expanded, revealing the ample flesh beneath. Her trousers groaned, willing her to undo them, but she fought through, placing another bite of egg in her mouth when a knock came at the door.

She froze. Hagrid so rarely had visitors and she had hidden away each time he did. Only when she decided not to answer it, seeing as Hagrid wasn't there, the knock came again. She hefted herself upwards with a huff of disappointment, each movement and breath a task. Lily tugged at the hem of her shirt, trying – and failing – to cover herself.

She placed a hand on the black knob, suddenly realizing that she hadn't seen another face in so long. Even Madam Pomfrey likely thought she had long ago returned home. She wondered then, for the first time in a long time, if the wizarding world thought she was dead.

She opened the door, finding the pallid, svelte figure of Severus Snape staring back at her. She made no effort to hide herself from him, the fat arse she had become. It didn't take long for him to notice. His face had taken on a look of shock, at seeing her alive or seeing her at least triple the size she had once been she wasn't sure, before he wiped it away. "I'm looking for Hagrid." He lifted the large bottles in his hands. "I'm here to replace the flesh eating slug repellent."

"Come in, come in." She beckoned, stepping to the side and pulling the her shirt down again, only for it to creep back up.

He did as he was told, albeit with slight hesitation. "I didn't know you were here." He started once the door was closed. "I thought…" His eyes dipped downwards, staring at her large breasts and then her even larger abdomen. "You're seeing Hagrid then?"

Lily sputtered, giving a loud laugh. "He was kind enough to give me a place to stay, but nothing else."

His responses were slow, taken aback by seeing her here. "He has been unusually chipper."

"That's saying something, knowing the man Is quite cheerful without me."

"Precisely my point." He placed the jugs in his hands on the floor, tucking them back in a corner. "Its good to see you. Its really good to see you."

She was silent, not quite sure what that meant and afraid to ask.

"If you're single then…you wouldn't mind accompanying me to dinner one evening?"

Dinner. Severus. "You mean a date?"

His face went flaccid at the question, his expression unreadable. His hand went to his left sleeve, fumbling with the buttons of it before drawing it back. He held his forearm up to her. The skin was bare and creamy, like the rest of him. "You'll be safe."

A smile twitched on to her face. "I'd like that very much."