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(sexytimes begin on A03)

"That was amazing," she breathed as he gently let her down from the position.

He nodded, and wiped his face, then lay his body over hers, his cock nesting near the top of her arsecrack, his chubby breasts creating warm wet spots on her back, and his belly squeezing against her with the heaviness of a boulder but the softness of a blanket.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, and kissed her neck, and nestled his face in her hair.

"Thanks," she whispered, "but on my too-full tummy, I can't be in this position."

"Oh," he whispered back, and rolled off swiftly. "Sorry about that. I like laying on my full belly sometimes."

"I just don't have enough of a belly to do that very comfortably yet," she replied, and she turned over so that her distended stomach faced the ceiling again. "But gods. You fill me up so well."

"So well that you won't fuck a thin man again?" he replied with a smirk.

Hermione blushed deep red. "Well, don't hold me to my words, particularly with recent developments moving along, but I want you to know that, without a doubt, you're the most satisfying fuck I've ever had."

"So glad to hear it," he said, sounding somewhat amused, and he moved his entire body close to her and laid a hand on her belly. "It was a mistake to have that potion, you know," he said, rubbing along the stretch marks on her belly. "You will scarcely be able to keep up with your hunger now."

She laughed. "You seem to have been able to."

"Yes," he said, rubbing his own belly with his other hand, "but I'm a full-time researcher. I never have to perform for students - I can eat whenever I want, provided it's not interrupting some crucial part of the brewing process. And as you know," he said with a smirk, "a good part of brewing is waiting. I admit I rarely let a potion simmer without stuffing something in my fat face, these days."

Hermione nodded. "I'll take that under consideration," she said. "What do you recommend I do to help with the situation?"

"Keep a stock in your drawer," he said, "you'll feel famished, but at least you can withdraw to get something in your tum when you can't bear it anymore."

He added, "At least that's what I'd do. Slughorn, as you know, rarely deigned to be so professional. Particularly in my days as a student, he would sit there eating an entire bulk-sized bag of chocolate frogs during class, and then get up just as excited as the rest of class about lunchtime."

Hermione laughed. "Speaking of food, where did those crisps go? I thought you brought in a bag."

"So I did," he replied amicably. He sat up, and grabbed them from where they were on the nightstand. "I find them somewhat laborious to eat, and they're potatoes (which I despise), but I suppose you like them if you keep them in your kitchen."

"That I do," she said with a smile.

She opened them, and Snape passed a hand over the bag after she'd taken a handful - and suddenly they were gone.

"Where'd they go?" she asked, and she saw that he was laying a hand on his belly, rubbing it where it was slightly more distended.

"In my belly," he said with a smirk. "Simple thing to put them there. Basic transport spell. And moreover, the bigger your stomach, the easier it is to target it."

"Let me try," she said, and he raised a hand to stop her.

"Feel around for the boundaries of your organs, first," he said. "I'm well-practiced in it, but you don't want to accidentally put a bunch of crisps in your liver."

"All right," she conceded, and she let her fingers feel around her abdomen. She wasn't able to make much sense of it, but Snape grabbed her fingers and soon they were tracing the borders of her stomach, as well as she could feel it through the nice layer of fat that she'd been accumulating.

"Now," he said, "there it is. You want to try and feel it regularly, just in case it moves. Now, go ahead and try."

Hermione waved her wand over the chips, and suddenly felt the little bit of room in her tummy get immediately full.

"They just go in there whole," he said with a smirk, "so you want to wait a bit before your next attempt, so as to let them dissolve into mush."

"I prefer eating them directly, I think," she said with a grimace. "I don't like to have to wait."

He grinned. "Suit yourself, you fatty."

She grinned in response, and she stuffed her face with a full handful of crisps. "They're so good," she whimpered. "Feed me?"

"With pleasure," he responded. "I actually can't stand them, but I'll happily feed them to you."

"More for me," she murmured, leaning back.

(continued on A03)